Date: Tue, 13 May 2008 05:59:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: lenrbnsn@yahoo.ca
Subject: I Was a Bad Boy

I Was a Bad Boy but...
By Parkstranger

Quite frankly, I'm not sure if it's necessary for us as writers, to warn
off underage readers, but for some reason we do. If you've gotten this far
on the site, you have already been told you are not allowed so I'll leave
it at that. Also, this is just a little story that is for the most part,
fiction but, some of it may be true -- you decide and have fun with it. If
you like it, tell me, if you don't, apparently tell Nifty but I really
wonder what you're doing on this site if you didn't want to read this stuff
in the first place. I will make no apologies.

Now, to the story...

Oh I became such a good boy too! Want to know why? Well, it was like
this. I was thirt (in be) tween -- that is 13 and I had a bad, bad
attitude. Why? Well I lived with my grandma because my mother and father
had more or less disappeared from my life when I was around 7 years old --
something to do with drugs and alcohol and well I guess you know the rest
of the story. So I thought I was tough, I thought I was hard done by
because my grandma was about 60 something and really had no interest in me
and just because I was so immature at that age I was probably more like an
eleven year old. Totally stupid, totally naive and totally a jerk. And
being 13 didn't help as it is such an awkward age -- I mean you still too
young to know much of anything, too old to play any silly little kid games
like hide and seek or whatever because -- well just because. I didn't have
many friends because of that piss ant attitude I had and because I didn't
fit into their social status as such because the school I went too was a
sort of upper class type because of where my grandma lived. We lived in the
side of town that was where the high muck a mucks lived but I was no muck a
muck. I was just a thirteen year old little shithead with a bad attitude.
But my attitude got changed real fast and it wasn't my grandma or any
teacher or any court or anything like that that changed my attitude. It was
Mr. Raheehm (a man of color and from a different land), our school
`custodian' or maybe better known as janitor.

I fucked up. How? I got caught that's how. Getting caught `vandalizing' the
school was dumb real dumb. I may as well have signed my name on the
blackboard when I wrote that Mrs. Clementon was a cunt on it. Of course,
this was after I had applied my artistic talents to the walls with spray
paint and filled her desk with dog shit that I'd spent an hour collecting
in an off-leash zone the day before. If I could've just left it at that but
no, not me I had to write on her blackboard too. My handwriting is so
distinctive that as soon as she seen it she knew it was me who was the
culprit. Busted!

Naive because I knew basically nothing much about sex except that I loved
to jerk off whenever I got the chance and even had a little experience with
one of Grandma's old brothers once when he was visiting. We were watching
TV one night and he was sitting beside me on the couch and grandma was in
her easy chair in the corner. It was cool because grandma always kept the
heat turned down to `save money' she said. She said that about just about
everything. We had a blanket over us and I was only in my underwear and a
shirt and old Bert (her brother) my uncle I guess started feeling my leg --
like running his hand up and down my leg. It felt nice so I didn't stop him
or move or anything and he was making my little dick get hard and I was
getting real excited inside and wasn't really sure why but I knew I liked
it. When he reached over and took my hand in his and guided it over to his
lap I was totally blown away to find out he had his cock out of his pants
and he was wrapping my hand around it. He then reached back and put his
hand down inside my shorts and was rubbing up and down on me so I started
doing the same to him. I looked over at grandma and could tell she had
nodded off and was breathing steady and falling asleep or already was. Old
Bert looked too then reached over and put his arm around my shoulders and
pulled me to him. I sort of let him snuggle me up close to him and was
thinking about this magazine an older guy school gave me one day when we
were fooling around at the playground and it had a lot of sexy like
pictures in it with men, women and all doing all sorts of stuff. I really
remembered the picture of this man's big cock and how this woman was
looking like she was going to take it in her mouth and lick it or
something. It made me horny, especially seeing that big cock.

Old Bert was sort of pulling me down to his lap and lifting the blanket up
to show me his cock and I was so hot to see it but right then grandma sort
of snorted and sat up so we moved apart and pretended nothing was going
on. Grandma than announced it was my bed time so, I got up facing kind of
away from her so she couldn't see the tent in my shorts and mumbled a
g'night and headed to my room.

I was hoping that Bert would come to my room later but nothing happened and
I had almost but not quite forgotten about it. Almost but not quite because
I secretly knew I was infatuated with a man's cock now but tried to hide it
- Infatuated especially with older men and I don't know why except that
they seemed to have something that drew me to them -- made me want to be
with them and later (not much later) I learned how to make them know I
liked them and that I wanted to be with them. I took chances I really
shouldn't have and I'll get to that later but now, I need to get back to my
story and how it all got really started.

Yes, I fucked up big and when principle Marsh called me into his office on
Monday morning (crime committed on the weekend) I pretty much knew I was
had, but, still couldn't figure out how. When I walked in and seen all
these people -- Mrs Clementon, principle Marsh, my grandma, a cop and some
guy who they said was the "DA" the lawyer guy that scared the hell out of
me. After getting yelled at by everyone in the room I confessed. Yes, I'm
guilty, I did it I'm so sorry and all kinds of crying and whining and
snibbling I could muster, after about an hour of this the "DA" says to me,
"Alright son, you have two choices, one you can be taken to juvenile court
and tried and get sentenced to probably a year in juvy jail or, as we have
discussed before you came in today, you can agree to serve your sentence by
working off your time which is 6 months by the way by first, helping
Mr. Raheehm as his assistant and you know of course what your first job
will be and then we'll decide where we want to send you after that. He went
on to let me know that if I made one mistake or broke any of the rules and
guidelines set out for me that this arrangement would be halted and I would
be sent immediately to face the charges against me and showed me the legal
paper that my grandma had signed.  I looked around at everyone as if I had
any choice, Mrs. Clementon, as usual giving me that "look" (she hated me
and the hate was mutual) and said, Okay, I'll be with Mr Raheehm. So my
first sentence was going to be cleaning up the mess I made.

The first day I showed up down in the basement of the school where the
"custodian" had his office to report to Mr. Raheehm and I did so showing up
about a half hour after I was supposed to be there. Still being the tough
(?) little smart ass I thought I could have it over this quiet, sombre like
man that reminded you of probably what you might think the gentle giant
would be like. Giant because he was a big man, well over 6' and way over
200 pounds, but I didn't really know him because I'd never had much to do
with him as he seemed to just go about his work and only ever talked to the
teachers when approached by one. He had those sort of hooded eyes that
always seemed as if he was never looking at you directly and never revealed
anything outward about what he may be thinking. My first meeting with
Mr. Raheehm didn't go too god for me and I soon found out that I was no
match for this man either mentally or physically (of course).

When I knocked on his door I just heard a muffled "in" or something so I
opened up and stood in the doorway looking at this massive man sitting
behind his desk just kind of sizing me up I guess and not saying a
word. After a few moments of us having this stare standoff I was getting a
little nervous and starting to felt a little intimidated by his staring at
me. He finally said, "Are you Terry the troublemaker?" I kind of muttered
"Uh, ya I guess." "Well you're late, he said, and if that happens again I
have orders to report you if I have any problems with you so do you think I
should report you?" Oh dam, I thought way to go idiot, nice start, now
you're going to have to beg forgiveness and try to worm my way out of this
already and I haven't even started yet. So I did what I do best (or so I
thought), I told him a lie and said I was kept after class to clean up the
classroom and please don't report me cause I'll not be late again I promise
and I'll stay later and work hard to make up for it. Again with the silent
stair for a while letting me stew in my lie and then he just shook his head
at me and asked, "Do you think me a fool? Do you think you can come here
and just lie to me and I'm so stupid I believe you? Don't ever lie to me
again do you understand?" "Yes, I said." Now I'm cowering and very
intimidated by this giant Mr. Raheehm. "Good, I think we understand each
other now so now the work begins and you will be punished for your
tardiness and lies later." Huh, I'm thinking what does he mean by
"punishment?" But in a flash he was up from his desk and taking me into his
storage room to get my working tools which consisted of a hand sander and a
bucket with some liquid stuff in it and rags, lots of rags. Then it was up
to the classroom I'd vandalized and I was put to work sanding and scrubbing
walls.

And I worked hard for the next three hours as Mr. Raheehm watched me
closely and if I didn't quite get some paint off he made me go back and
work harder at it until I did. After three hours I was getting tired and
was really glad when he came to me and said, "Okay enough for tonight, you
finish tomorrow night then it will be time to paint. Put your stuff back in
the storage room them come back to my office to see me." I started down the
stairs to the storage room and then remembered him saying to me something
about punishment for my lies and being late and I started to get worried
again.

I like to think I'm 5' tall but I'm not quite. I always dress in baggy
sweats and a T-shirt to try to hide my fat bum and boy boobies that
embarrass me if I have to undress around other people. I weigh about 115
pounds or so and have very fair and smooth skin. As a matter of fact, even
though I can cum now, I still have very little pubic hair. My little dick
is about 4" when hard but fat like the rest of me anyway. Even though I
dress in baggy sweats and stuff to try to hide my round bum, I found out
later all they did was actually emphasize the roundness and softness of it.

As I slowly approached Mr. Raheehm's door to his office I was pretty much
shaking in my runners and when I got there he already was standing holding
the door open for me. He took me by the arm and led me over to his desk
where I noticed he had changed his chair to one with no arms on it. He led
me behind his desk and he sat down on his chair and said to me, "Now for
your punishment for your lies and being late and after this you'll know
much better than to lie to me." He then pulled me into his lap belly
down. I tried to struggle to get up but he took both my wrists in one hand
and held me like I was a little baby. He said, "Do not fight with me or it
will be worse for you. I don't think a little smarty boy like you has ever
been spanked for being bad and I think it is time." "You will say nothing
of this or I will report you do you understand?" I couldn't fight this man
and I knew it would only get worse like he said if I tried to, so I took
the only other way I could. I just relaxed myself and became very passive
for him. Even when he started to slide my sweats down I lifted my hips up
to let him. I never tied my runners tight so I could just slip in and out
of them easy and I just kicked them and let them fall to the floor. The
first time I felt his big hand land on my ass cheeks with a loud smack I
let out a loud wail and begged him not to hit me so hard but it was just
followed by a harder whack the next time and the next time. Soon my bum got
really sore and when I took a quick look it was all red and burning. But
then something happened I didn't expect. I suddenly realized I was
hard. After about twenty or so big whacks on my bum he stopped and said,
"Do you like being spanked?" "No, no please stop" I said. "Then why are you
hard, he asked?" And he then reached under me and began to fondle me very
nicely and I started to buck on his hand because I couldn't stop myself it
felt so good. But my bum was on fire and I said, "Oh my bum is so sore, it
hurts real bad." So with his other hand he reached into a drawer on his
desk and brought out a tube of stuff that he squirted on my sore bum. It
shocked me at first because it felt so cool on my hot ass but he then
started to rub it all around my bum and it really felt nice.

With me now sort of fucking his hand as he massaged my bum it wasn't long
before I shot a load all over the floor between his legs. He said, "Now you
have another mess to clean up Terry, how will you do that?" I said,
"However you want me to Mr. Raheehm but please keep rubbing my sore bum."
He said, "Oh yes I will little boy but first I need to get more
comfortable, just stand up for a second." I got up on wobbly legs and
watched as he undid his pants and brought out his big, hard cock. I looked
up to his face and I could see he was feeling lust for me. I then stripped
off my shirt and socks so I was bare naked for him. He had one big hand
around his cock and was stroking it while he took in my naked body. I guess
it was just instinct because other than that brief time with the old uncle
I had never been with someone before like this but I just leaned into him
and wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him. He took my hand and
guided it to his cock and it felt so nice and smooth and the skin was so
soft but under it was so hard. I took over stroking him. He said to me,
"Can you sit on your sore bum Terry?" "I think so, I said." He stood and
picked me up and sat me on his desk which put me almost perfectly in line
with his big cock as it came to just under my chin when he was standing. I
remembered the magazines I saw and I knew what he wanted and I didn't need
to be told. I reached out to him and took him in my hands and just guided
him straight into my mouth. I opened wide for him and made sure I had lots
of saliva to make him nice and slippery sliding in and out of my mouth. It
was my very first time sucking a man's cock but I knew I wanted this over
and over again. I sucked him hard and fast making sure I didn't touch him
with my teeth and soon, oh way too soon he stared shooting his cum into my
mouth. I backed up so I just had the big head in my mouth so I could get
all the cums from him and I swallowed it, I swallowed it all.

Mr. Raheehm had to sit down and rest a bit but told me to get down from the
desk and turn around for him. He bent me over the desk and put some more
cream on my bum and again it felt so nice cause it was still burning from
his spanking. I didn't know how to tell him that I wanted him to spank me
again -- not now but sometime again I wanted it to happen. Now he was
rubbing more cream on me and working it into my bum hole and he was pushing
a finger in me a little at a time and it felt pretty good so I would kind
of push back when he did. Pretty soon he had his finger right up inside me
and he had big fat fingers. Then after a while he could push two up in me
and now I was fucking back and squirming all around his fingers. I had
another hard on and was afraid I was going to cum again and I told him
that. He pulled his fingers out of me and it felt so empty when he did. But
he reached back in his drawer and brought out what looked like an almost
real looking cock. A black real looking cock and put it to my bum. It was
bigger even than his two fingers and he had to put stuff on it and more on
me but soon it was going up in me. Pretty soon he was fucking me with his
black cock and now I knew I was going to cum again and oh boy did I ever
cum. I have never cummed that much ever before. Now I was laying slumped
over his desk with my legs spread wide and a big black cock way up inside
my bum and Mr. Raheehm slowly working it in with one hand while still
massaging my bum with the other.

After a bit he pulled the cock out of me and pulled me into his lap and
hugged me close. He kissed my neck and cheek and asked me if I was going to
be bad again so that he would have to spank me. I could feel his cock
between my bum cheeks and he had me so slippery down there that he could
just stroke his cock between my cheeks as he talked to me. I told him that
I was going to be a bad boy again and that he'd have to spank me again but
not right now. He just chuckled and said, "I was hoping you'd say that bad
boy but it's getting late and we best be going before someone comes looking
for you. Tomorrow night then and don't be late." "No sir, I said it's too
soon to be spanked again. I'll be on time and I'll be a good boy for you."
He said, "You don't even know how good you're going to be for me yet Terry,
you don't even know."

Well dear reader, how do you like it so far?

Parkstranger
lenrbnsn@yahoo.ca