Date: Tue, 4 Sep 2012 23:24:30 -0400
From: John
Subject: Young Neighbor Part 1

Last spring, after I finished my first year in college I rented a small
house with a decent sized yard and ample storage.  It was nice getting out
of the dorms and into a place of my own.  The college I attended was about
100 miles away from my parents home.  My dad thought it would be a good
idea for me to stay near school during the summer and try to get an
internship job with some company in the area and gain some work experience.
That idea didn't pan out just yet since most companies only accepted junior
or senior year students.


I decided to start my own landscaping company and hire some of my friends
to help me out. My dad agreed to loan me some money so I could get my
business up and running. I was able to buy some used lawn equipment
including some riding lawn mowers and a couple trailers to haul the
equipment.  I talked three of my friends into working for me this summer.
It wasn't too hard to convince my friends into joining my endeavour since
the economy sucked and the job market was equally as bad.  I was able to
land about a hundred customers that Spring and we had enough business to
keep us busy six days a week.


The house I rented was actually one of my customers named Rick.  Rick
rented out a number of properties in the area.  We worked out a deal that I
would be able to stay in one of his rentals rent free in exchange for
taking care of all his properties in the area.  It worked out to be a great
deal for me.  I got a place to stay rent free for a year even though I only
had to cut the lawn of his 20 properties for 6 months.  The house I rented
was about three miles from campus.  It was a small three bedroom ranch with
a detached garage out back.  The rental house was in decent area, but it
was a transitional area.  There was a lot of rental properties in the area
which attracted college kids and some low income families to the area.


I hardly noticed my neighbors during my first few weeks living there.  I
was generally gone during the day and would come home fix something to eat
and watch tv or surf the net.  I would hear the neighborhood kids playing
outside from time to time, but other than that I hardly noticed them.
Sometimes I would see the kids playing outside when I got home from work.
I noticed there were quite a few always outside the gray house next door to
me.  I noticed some teenage girls probably around 14 or 15 as well as some
younger boys around 11 or 12 hanging around their house.  The were also
some young kids that lived there too. I figured one of the little kids to
be about 4 years old and the other one was around two.  I seemed that house
was the local neighborhood hangout.


One day after coming home from work, I noticed that someone had gotten into
my garage and had sprayed graffiti all over it.  As I drove up the
driveway, I saw one of the neighborhood boys bolt out of the side door.  I
chased the kid, grabbed him, and nearly tackled him as he was sprinting
across the lawn toward the gray house.  There was a group of tween-aged
kids out in front of the other house in the midst of a game of tag or
something as I arrived home.


As I grabbed the intruder by his arm, I shouted, "Who the hell are you and
what the fuck were you doing in my garage?"


The terrified boy replied, "We was just playing and I was hiding in the
garage so they couldn't find me."


 I wouldn't have been so mad if he was simply was using it as a hiding spot
but the side door was pushed in and the wood around the jamb was in
splinters.  On top of that there was red and blue stripes and crude
drawings sprayed all over the garage.  I yelled "Did you do all this?  Did
you break my door and spray paint all over my garage?"


The boy glanced up at me and made brief eye contact, then shifted his eyes
to the ground.  He was about to answer me when we heard his mom start
yelling, "Jackson! Jackson! What did you do now?"  Apparently, one of the
others kids went inside and told the boy's mom to come over.


I looked down at Jackson and waited for him to answer her.  "I was just
hiding in his garage when we all were playing tag."

"Well how did you get in there?" his mom asked.


" I just opened the door.  It was stuck a little so I just pushed a bit and
it opened up."


"So you're saying that the door was all busted up before you went in
there?" I asked.


Jackson just nodded his head.  His mom stared at him for a moment and then
said, "Is that the truth Jackson or are you lying to us?  Because if I find
out you're lying you're gonna be in even more trouble!"  His mom then
turned to me and apologized for meeting me under these circumstances and
then introduced herself.  "My name is Arlene." Then reached out her hand to
me.


I shook her hand and responded "I'm John.  What do you think we can do
about this."


"Don't worry John, we're gonna get to the bottom of this. Ain't we Jackson?
Come with us John.  We'll go ask them other kids what he was up to."


I followed Arlene as she marched Jackson home.  We all went inside their
house and into their living room.  There was a small gathering in the house
already.  Jackson's two sisters and about four or five of their friends
were all watching tv.  A few of the kids that were playing outside followed
us into the house.  Arlene interrogated Jackson once we were inside.
Jackson tried to deny doing anything other that using my garage as a
hideout.  Jackson's 13 year-old sister, Allison wound up giving him up.
She told how Jackson actually kick the door a few times then shoved it
open.  Everyone recognized the look of guilt on Jackson's face.  Other kids
chimed in and told us how Jackson found some spray paint in the garage and
proceeded to vandalize it.  Upon hearing all the testimony, Jackson finally
admitted that he had done what they had said.  He stated that the reason he
wanted to get into my garage was that he wanted to check out my motorcycle
and pretend to drive it.  When we asked why he painted the garage, Jackson
told us he didn't know. "I guess I was bored."

I was furious upon hearing all this.  Arlene was trying to figure out how
she was going to punish Jackson.  She was telling me that Jackson was
generally a good kid, although lately he has been acting up and causing
trouble.  Arlene told me that he needed a father figure or big brother type
in his life to keep him in line.  I told Arlene, "You know, if I had done
something like this when I was his age my dad would've beat my ass."


Arlene nodded her head in agreement.  I could see a light bulb pop on
inside her head. "Yeah.  That's what he needs is a good whoopping."
Jackson cringed upon hearing this.  Arlene went on to say "Alright Jackson,
John is gonna give you a whooping and then your gonna be his servant for
the next month.  You're going to help him fix up his garage, pull up all
the weeds, cut his grass, sweep his house, do his dishes and whatever else
he wants you to do."  Jackson tried to protest his mom's decision, but she
didn't let him utter more than a few words.  "But nothing.  It is either
this way or John is gonna call the cops.  Do you want to go to juvie and
spend the summer locked up?"  Jackson shook his head no.  "I didn't think
so.  You're just lucky Ray isn't here" Arlene told him.


Ray was Arlene's current boy friend and was that father of Jackson's
younger brothers. Arlene told me that Ray was a long distance truck driver
and was on the road way more than he was home.  She told me that he helped
keep Jackson in line.


I was surprised when Arlene handed down her punishment.  I didn't intend to
be the one administering his spanking. I was equally surprised that I would
be stuck with this kid for a month.  Oh well, at least I'll get the garage
fixed up.  I was worried that the landlord would blow a nut if he found
out.  I just wanted to get the garage fixed before he did.


I had never given a spanking to anyone before in my life, but I received a
few when I was younger.  Being 19, I wasn't too much older than Jackson
anyway.  I wasn't sure how to go about this.  Arlene and I discussed how I
should proceed.  Arlene decided that he should get 17 spankings, one for
each of his twelve years and five more because he should've known better.
Arlene had me sit in a chair in the middle of the living room and I was to
deliver Jackson his punishment there.  Jackson pleaded to get his spankings
in his bedroom, but his mom told him that "she didn't want him to never
forget this and he was gonna get his punishment right here in front of
everybody."  There was a good sized audience gathered in his living room
and kitchen.  There was about a dozen kids present ranging in age from 10
to 16 including Jackson's family and some neighborhood boys and girls.


Jackson was about 5'3''.  He looked to be about 110 maybe 115 pounds.  He
reminded of me of the kid from the movie Sling Blade, Lucas Black.  His
dark hair was cut short but was a little bit longer on top.  His hair was
also a bit lighter on top too.  Jackson had a husky voice which I found
intriguing.  He was wearing a white tank top and grey board shorts and it
looked like he spent a lot of time outdoors from the light brown tan skin
he had.


l took my seat and prepared myself to deliver his punishment.  Jackson
reluctantly came over to me as all the eyes in the room followed him.
Jackson told me he was sorry for all the trouble he had caused.  I accepted
his apology but told him that he needed to be punished.  Jackson relented
and laid across my lap.  I was about ready to get started when his mom
interrupted.  "Hold on.  Jackson you're gonna get a proper bare-ass
spanking.  Get those pants off."  Jackson tried to protest, but his mom
would have none of it.  Jackson stood up and yanked his shorts and undies
down to his knees and began to cry.  I felt bad and embarrassed for him but
I was still pissed at him and knew he deserved it.  I'm not sure if Jackson
had realized it or not but he didn't have to pull the front his shorts down
but he did and now his penis was on display for everyone to see.  I didn't
get a great look at his penis then but it looked like he had a nice 3" soft
cock above his marble size balls.  He quickly laid across my thighs,
submitting his butt to my hand.  Before I got started, I laid my hand over
his soft, white ass.  The sensation of his butt didn't registered with my
brain because I was so upset over the situation.  As I was winding up, his
mom tells me "make them count."


I began slapping his ass with medium strength.  I paused about a second or
two between each hit remembering the last time I got spanked.  I could tell
that they were stinging him by the "oohs and ahhs" Jackson kept saying
after each smack.  After about three of four smacks, I remembered what his
mom told me before I got started.  So I "made them count" and increased the
strength of the blows I delivered.  I just kept smacking away and watched
his ass turn pink as Jackson wiggled beneath me.  I could tell that the
swats were having their desired effect since his "oohs and ahhs" became
"ouches" and hisses.  Jackson was rocking back and forth and began kicking
his legs about halfway through the spanking.  I think I would've lost count
since I was so focused at the task at hand (so to speak).  As I was
spanking away, I realized that the kids in the crowd kept count out loud as
I delivered the punishment.  At around 12 or 13 smacks, I felt something
bony poke my thigh as Jackson rocked forward.  I continued to swing away
but I lightened up a little bit towards the end, partly because I felt
sorry for Jackson and partly because my hand was stinging pretty bad.


After I finished spanking him, Jackson remained laying across my lap for
about thirty seconds.  He was sobbing and trying to catch his breath as he
was stifling his cries. He reached back with one of his hands and started
to rub his ass trying to soothe it as I surveyed the damage I caused.  He
had bright pink marks over the center of his butt that were starting to
puff up and form welts.  Jackson got up off my lap and tried to stand and
pull his pants back up, but his legs were weak and he began to wobble, so
he grabbed onto my shoulders to steady himself as he rose.  I got a better
look at his penis when he turned to face me as he tried to gained his
balance.  His penis was partially erect (half mast, about 4"), leaving no
doubt what was poking me in the leg.  His penis was sticking almost
straight out and was slightly reddened.  I noticed he was well into puberty
since he had a small crop of dark colored pubes above his dick.  He finally
was able steady himself and grabbed his shorts and pulled them up quickly,
then ran off to his bedroom and slammed the door.


The room was fairly quiet with some hushed chatter following Jackson's
exit.  I think everyone was stunned at the whole display.  I felt
embarrassed for the kid.  Not only did he get spanked in front of his mom,
sisters, and friends, but he wound up showing everyone his privates. I'm
sure nobody missed seeing his half-boner before he was able to get dressed
again.


        Shortly after Jackson stormed off, Arlene sent all the friends and
neighbor kids home.  She told them "Ok the show's over.  Let that be a
lesson to all you not to misbehave or mess with Mister John's stuff.  You
all stay away from his house. Now its time to go home."  Arlene told me
that she would sent Jackson over my house in a while so he could get
started on cleaning up.  I wasn't exactly up for it now, but I figured I
better get started soon, before the landlord found out.  I was a little
shaken after serving the spanking and I needed a little downtime.  Arlene
reassured me that I did what needed to be done and that shouldn't feel bad
for punishing Jackson.  She told me "Maybe that will knock some sense into
him."


I went home and put some burgers on the grill since that is what I intended
to do when I first came home from work.  I was hungry before I got home,
and now I was starving.  It had been a 20 minute detour I wasn't in the
mood for.


Jackson came over my house about 15 minutes after I got home.  I was about
to eat dinner when he showed up.  His eyes were still puffy from crying and
he wasn't in the mood for much talking. Truth be told, I wasn't exactly in
the mood for talking either.  I figured that I should just make the best of
a bad situation.  I asked him if he had eaten any dinner yet.  He told me
he hadn't so I offered him some burgers to eat since I had cooked a couple
extra burgers any how.  It was so awkward having a meal with this kid after
all we had just been through.  We hardly spoke while we ate.  I was just
trying to figure out what to do next.


After we finished eating, we went outside and surveyed the damage.  As we
walked around the garage, I started to make sarcastic comments about the
"good job" he had done.  He told me how sorry he was and it looked liked he
was gonna start to cry again.  I told him, "what's done is done.  Now we
just got to fix it."  As we were checking on the garage, I noticed that
Jackson was walking funny.  He kind of shuffled his feet a bit and he kept
rubbing his ass as we walked around.  I was a little stunned to find out
that he was still hurting from the whooping I gave him.


I looked at the door and thought I could repair it without too much
trouble.  I just needed to cut out the damaged part, put in a new piece of
wood, and then drill a new hole for the latch.  Jackson and I, then went
around the garage and looked at his work of art.  There was a few red and
blue stripes on each as well as some random shapes painted on each side of
the garage.  On the side facing my house, Jackson painted a huge cock with
a low hanging sac in the middle of the wall.  I actually chuckled when I
saw that.  I asked Jackson," Is that drawn to scale?" Jackson just cracked
a smile.  Up until that point, I hadn't really noticed how cute he looked
since my mind was cluttered with anger.


Since it was getting late, I decided that I would just nail a board over
the inside of the side door and repair it the following day.  I had Jackson
begin to scrape and sand the garage so that we could paint over the
graffiti.  I looked around the garage and found some leftover painting
supplies and gave Jackson a wire brush, some sandpaper, and a step ladder
and put him to work.  After nailing the door shut, I started gathering
something supplies and directed Jackson what he needed to do. I had him
scape any peeling paint and sand the areas that he had "decorated."  It
took Jackson about 1½ hours to finish the first side of the garage.  I
just supervised his work and pointed out his mistakes.  Jackson became more
and more frustrated as the night dragged on.  It was starting to get dark
and I was getting tired so I had Jackson put all the supplies away and I
locked the garage.


I invited Jackson inside for a drink of soda after we were done.  I wanted
to talk to him about the work schedule I had planned for us.  It happened
to be Friday night, so I figured we could get up early the next day and get
as much done on the garage as we could.  I was hoping we could get the
whole garage done this weekend.  Arlene let me know that Jackson would be
available all weekend.


I could tell that Jackson's ass was still bothering him.  He was still
shuffling his feet and he was wincing climbing the few steps into the
house.  He kept rubbing his ass the whole time he was working on the
garage.  I sort of felt bad for causing him so much pain but I knew that
the kid really needed an attitude adjustment.  As we were discussing the
agenda for the weekend, Jackson began to reach into his pants and rub his
bare ass.  I offered to take a look at his butt to see if he needed any
lotion rubbed on it.  Jackson reluctantly allowed me to check on his sore
cheeks.  I grabbed some lotion I used for sunburns from the medicine
cabinet and then returned to the couch in my living room.  I sat on the
couch and had Jackson stand in front of me.  "Alright. Let's see", I
prompted.  He turned his ass towards me and yanked down his shorts.  I
could see why it was bothering him.  His cheeks were still a bit pink with
some hand shaped welts present.  I raised my hand and gently rubbed his ass
feeling the warmth coming off of his skin.  It was just like his ass had a
really bad sunburn.


"Aahh!" Jackson exclaimed.  "That feels better."


I told Jackson that if I rub some lotion on his butt it would help take the
sting out.


Jackson replied, " I guess so.  You already touched my butt already
anyways."


I was thinking the same thing.  I couldn't believe how much I touched this
kid's ass in one night.  I had him lay across my lap, much like the way I
had when I gave him his spanking.  His shorts and underwear had fallen to
his ankles when he pulled the down earlier so he just stepped out of them
and laid naked across my lap.  I was wearing some nylon shorts with some
boxers underneath.  His naked penis rested against my clothed one as he
readied himself for the lotion rub.  I grabbed the lotion bottle and
squirted it all over his ass.  He squirmed as I began spreading the lotion
around.


"Ow.  Let's cold."  Jackson squeaked.


"Do you want me to stop?" I asked him.


"No.  Keep going.  It's starting to feel nice now."


I continued to smear the lotion over his entire ass.  I loved the feeling
of it.  His ass was nice and soft.  He had enough padding over his toned
butt cheeks.  I don't think I ever felt another ass that felt so good
before.  I initially planned to just squirt a few globs of lotion on his
ass and spread around a little and that would be it.  His ass felt so good
I just kept rubbing and rubbing.  Jackson was enjoying the sensation too.
It took a few minutes before I had rubbed all the lotion into his skin.  I
was gonna call it quits but when I stopped, Jackson asked if I could rub
some more. I grabbed the bottle and squirted some more lotion on his butt,
much to his delight.  I felt his penis begin to rise as I rubbed his other
side.  I wasn't sure if he could tell that my cock began to swell as well.
I spent about five minutes rubbing the lotion over his entire ass.  After a
few minutes, Jackon spread his legs open a bit.  I explored as much of his
ass as I could.  I gently rubbed up and down the crack of his ass a few
times.  I heard a few purrs of enjoyment as I massaged his ass.  I had to
really concentrate on keeping myself from developing a raging hard on as
Jackson wiggled under my ministrations.  I could tell Jackson lost his
battle with his erection and was impressed by the size of the lump that was
pressing into my dick.  As much as I was enjoying this, I knew I had to
bring the massage to an end before I blew my load in my pants.  I widened
the area where I was rubbing the lotion so I could finish rubbing the
second batch of lotion into his skin.  When Jackson had spread his legs
earlier, I got a good look of his smooth ball sac.  I was mesmerized by his
marble sac swaying back and forth as I rubbed his ass.  I couldn't resist
any longer and I swiped his balls with my lotioned fingers bringing out a
moan from Jackson.  He picked his head off the couch and looked into my
eyes.


I just smiled at him and told him, "I think that should help.  Your butt
doesn't look so pink either and the bumps are starting to go away."


"Oh yeah, I feels a lot better..er.. Mr. John."


        Jackson got up from my lap and stood up.  He had to turn to find
his clothes fell to the floor. I got a great view of his full-fledged rock
hard boner and I liked what I saw.  Jackson `s penis was at least 5" and
sticking almost straight up.  He was circumcised and he had a nice rounded
knob that was a bit thicker than his shaft.  He gathered his clothes and
soon tucked his penis into his shorts.  He looked over to me to see if I
took noticed of his excited state.  I met his eyes and told him "It happens
to the best of us," as I took my hands away from the tent in my shorts that
I was concealing.


        I sent Jackson home and reminded him that we were going to start
early in the morning on the garage.  Jackson was still enjoying the effects
of the rub down.  His eyes were glassy and he had a slight grin on his
face.  As he left my house he said, "I'll be over by 9."


        I was so horny at that point.  I hadn't rubbed one out since
Monday.  As soon as Jackson left, I got up and locked the door.  I stripped
my shorts off and grabbed the lotion as I returned to the couch.  I
squirted a bit of lotion onto my right hand and went to work on my cock.  I
rubbed the entire length of my 7" penis as I began to lightly caress my
balls with my left hand.  As I stroked, I pictured Jackson's ass in my
mind.  I recalled the image of his various states of his penis as I
continued to jerk away.  It didn't take long before the tickles that
started in my balls spread out to the rest of my body.  I kept rubbing away
as I envisioned erupting all over Jackson's smooth, pink ass.  I squirted 6
or 7 strong ropes of cum into my left hand as I continued to rub my cock
through the intense orgasm.  A few more squirts of semen oozed out of my
penis as my orgasm subsided.  After I recovered, I got up and rinsed the
cum from my fingers.  Oh what a night.


         Meanwhile, Jackson returned to his house and headed straight to
his room.  Arlene wanted to talk to him, but he blew right by her.  "Mom! I
gotta use the bathroom. I'll talk to when I'm done."  Jackson bolted to the
bathroom and locked the door.  He was just glad to keep his aroused state
from the rest of his family.


        "Alright. Jackson you've got five minutes and then we're gonna
talk."  Arlene shouted to him.


        Jackson thought "That will be long enough" as he smeared some hand
lotion over his raging boner.  His dick was hard and hot and he was anxious
to get some relief.  Jackson had recently discovered the enjoyment of
masturbation.  He tried to jack off as often as he could but it was
challenging with so many people in his house.  Jackson learned that the
best place to beat off was in the bathroom or in his bed after his brothers
had fallen asleep.  He began to stroke his 5" inch magic stick, slow at
first, then steadily began picking up the pace.  He rubbed away as the
familiar tingle began to appear.  Jackson continued to stroke away with his
thumb and ring finger of his right hand encircling his cock.  Jackson loved
to rub the ring on his shaft.  Jackson remembered how he liked the feeling
of John rubbing his ass and began to rub his own ass cheeks with his left
hand as he pleasured his dick with the other. The tickles became intense as
his breathing became ragged.  Jackson knew it wouldn't take too much longer
before the shakes started.  Jackson kept rubbing and rubbing as his marbles
started to rise inside their sac and his dick swelled to maximum hardness.
Thirty seconds later, Jackson's dick was jerking on its' own firing blanks
as he rubbed away.  Jackson was filled with euphoria as his dry orgasm
washed over him.  Jackson flushed the toilet, washed his hands, and
splashed water over his face before he left the bathroom.  He was now ready
talk to Arlene with two minutes to spare.



This is my first attempt at writing a nifty story.  I hoped you enjoyed
reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.  More episodes to
follow-----John.