The snow had finally melted and it appeared that Spring was officially here. It was time for me to start working on the yard of the old house I'd bought last fall. Up til now, I had concentrated on fixing up the insides of the old place and making it livable. With that done I could begin the transformation I'd planned for the yard and I was excited. I really wanted to make it the show place of the neighborhood.
I did most of the interior work by myself, but the yard would be different. There was way too much for me to do alone and it was going to be very heavy work as well. I decided to hire someone to help and planned to take a long vacation from work to get most of the big stuff done. Unfortunately, I had absolutely no luck finding anyone to work with me for what I was willing to pay. Time was running out though, and I decided to try the boy next door and see if he was interested.
I'd only met him once, when I first bought the house and saw very little of him afterward. He seemed to be 17 or 18 years old and was tall and slender. Not bad looking, actually. He had big round eyes that were a pale green, sandy brown hair, and thick full lips. The best part was his ass, it was beautiful! Not too big, not too small, well defined, and had a great shape. Perfect for spanking. I figured the kid was too young to approach for anything like that and really didn't trust myself to be alone with him since he was probably underage. That's why I hadn't offered him the job to begin with. But now, I was desperate.
That afternoon I knocked on the neighbor's door and offered the boy the job. He accepted it immediately and we set a time for him to start on the following Monday, my first day of vacation. Over the next few days I busied myself shopping for what we'd need to do the work and arranged for everything to be delivered on the Sunday before. I was looking forward to getting the yard done.
Monday morning came and I was just making breakfast when Gary, my hired help, reported for work. I invited him in while I finished and took the time to get to know him a little better. He was 18, I learned, and had just graduated from high-school. The plan, as he explained, was for him to start college at one of the local schools in the fall. It seemed to me that he wasn't very excited about college and when I mentioned it, he just shrugged his shoulders. I didn't push the issue.
We started working and by noon had quite a bit done so I suggested taking a break for lunch. He was a lot more talkative during the meal than he'd been all morning and I found myself starting to really like the kid. Besides having a great personality, he was a very able assistant. He even made a few suggestions about the yard that improved the overall plan I had for it.
The days wore on and the backyard started really taking shape. It was turning out better than I'd hoped. Gary and I had also developed a fairly good friendship during the project and I think we got to know each other pretty well.
One day Gary asked me, "My parents say you are a writer, is that so?"
"Well," I said. "I'm trying to be one in between my real job and doing the work around here."
"Cool," he said. "I've never met a writer before."
"I'm glad you're so impressed," I teased. "I wish my editor felt the same way."
"What kind of stuff do you write?" he asked.
"Short stories for the most part," I explained. "An occasional magazine article, stuff like that."
"Ever wrote any x-rated stuff?" he asked without batting an eye.
"A typical teenager," I said, blushing a little, not wanting to answer him, "thinking with your dick." I really wasn't sure what to say. After all, that's all I ever wrote. But admitting that to the kid was something I hadn't thought about.
"No, really," he insisted. "Have you?"
Well, he was 18. I figured he was old enough so I said, "Yes."
"That's so cool," he said, sounding genuinely interested. "Can I read some of it?"
"Ah . . . ," I started to say. "I'm . . . ah . . . not sure that would be a good idea, Gary."
"Oh, come on," he said. "I'm old enough."
"Maybe so," I told him. "But, I'm not sure your parents would appreciate me giving it to you just the same."
"How would they know?" he pleaded.
"I would know," I said flatly.
"At least tell me about what you are working on now," he demanded.
"I don't know, Gary," I said.
"Come on," he insisted. "Is it about something really kinky?"
"What do you know about being kinky?" I laughed.
"How am I supposed to know?" he said. "If no one will tell me anything."
Our conversation continued like this for the next fifteen minutes. Finally, I'd had enough and broke down. "OK, OK," I said. "I'll tell you. But, you've got to promise that you won't tell anyone."
"Promise," he said, a toothy smile spreading across his face. "Cross my heart and hope to die."
"Well, I'm writing about this guy who gets turned on by being spanked," I explained, closely watching his reaction.
"Turned on by being spanked?" Gary gasped, his eyes widening.
"Yeah," I said. "But, I'm having trouble with it. I'm not sure I can finish it,"
"What kind of trouble?" he asked.
"I can't get into the characters' head," I explained. "I've never been spanked or spanked anyone else (I lied) and it's really difficult to write about something you have no first hand knowledge of."
"Oh," he said. "That makes sense, I guess."
"It's a great story too," I continued. "It is based upon a real life story that I read about a few years ago."
"It's true?" he sounded surprised.
"One-hundred percent," I said. "But I don't think I can do it justice without the experience." "I almost wish I could find someone that was willing to trade spankings with me so I could find out what it's like, first hand."
"Why don't you?" he asked.
"Oh sure," I said. "I can just see me walking up to someone in the grocery store and asking them to do it. It's just not that simple. Besides, I'm not certain I really want a spanking myself, if they are anything like what I've heard."
"I guess you have a point there," he agreed. "It would be kinda awkward to ask someone you didn't know."
"More dangerous than awkward, I'd say," I said. "But then, I don't know anyone that would be remotely interested in doing something like that anyway."
"I do," he said softly.
"You do?" I said, sounding very surprised. "Who?"
"Well, . . . ah . . . er . . . ," he stammered. "Me."
"You?" I gasped, suddenly very interested.
"I might be," he said, his face turning a bright red.
"Let me get this straight," I said. "You're telling me that you would be willing to let me spank you."
"Maybe," he said, not sounding certain all of a sudden. "We could trade spankings so you could finish your story."
"Gee, Gary," I said. "I'm not sure what to say."
"It's not that big a deal," he said. "I got spanked a lot as a kid."
"This would be different Gary," I explained. "It would be something _s_e_x_ual between two men, not like being punished by your father."
"Hey," he said. "A spanking is a spanking, it doesn't matter."
"I don't know, Gary," I said. "I'll think about it, though."
"Me too," he said, that grin returning to his face. "A lot, probably."
"I'll bet," I laughed. "I'll let you know."
We let the subject change and went back to work. My mind raced with the possibilities. Was his suggestion for real? Could he really be interested? I couldn't help notice the bulge in his jeans, it seemed to be bigger now than it usually was. Was this kid into the spanking scene?
The story I told him about was true. The only thing I failed to mention, was that it was about a friend of mine that routinely bottomed with me. I couldn't really tell Gary that I'd been into spanking for a number of years and was very experienced. Maybe I told the boy what I did because I wanted to spank him, and I certainly did. But, I really think it was more out of habit. I was always looking for new partners to play with. He just happened to give me an opportunity to bring it up. There was no way I was going to get involved with someone eighteen, let alone my next door neighbor. Although, it would certainly be convenient.
After the work was done for the day and Gary had gone home, I couldn't keep my thoughts away from our conversation. Visions of his bare ass draped across my knee played out in my dreams. By the time I got out of bed the next morning I was so worked up that I had to take matters in hand. Somehow, I knew I wouldn't be able to be around him without relieving the tension first. I shot a load of seed onto my chest moments before he arrived at my door.
We finished building a small retaining wall by noon and sat under a shade tree to eat lunch. Nothing had been mentioned about our conversation the prior day. It was like we both were afraid to bring the subject up. The tension was there though, and I was certain he wanted to talk about it. However, I was determined not to say anything about it myself. This was a dangerous situation and I wasn't comfortable with it. Unfortunately, he had other ideas.
"So," he said, looking straight at me. "You thought any more about our talk yesterday?"
"Not really," I lied. My _c_o_c_k_ jumped to attention.
"Boy, I sure did," he said with a grin. "All night"
I managed to say, "That so?"
"Yeah," he said. "I thought about you saying it was a _s_e_x_ual thing between two men."
I almost choked on my ice tea.
"I've never done anything with another guy before," he announced. "But, I think I could."
Suddenly, this was getting out of hand. "Wait a minute Gary," I said. "I don't really want to talk about this anymore. You are way too young for this kind of thing."
"No, I'm not," he insisted. "Guy's my age are already getting married and having kids."
"Maybe so," I said. "But that doesn't mean anything. Besides, I'm old enough to be your father."
"So," he said. "That doesn't bother me."
"Well it bothers me," I shot back. "I'm not some cradle robber, Gary. If something happened between us, I'd feel responsible."
"Hey man," he said. "I am over eighteen and competent to make my own decisions."
"OK," I said. "You are eighteen and old enough." "So what."
"So," he said, sounding peeved. "You want to do it?"
I stared at him for a moment trying to formulate my response. "Look, Gary," I began. "I've got to be honest with you. I'm not as inexperienced as I led you to believe and I'd have no problem writing the story." "So, you don't have to do this to help me."
"I already figured that," he said. "But, I'd still like to try it."
"You want me to spank you." I asked?
"That," he said, blushing a little. "And anything else you want to do."
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"I thought about this all last night," he said. "The spanking sounds exciting and the _s_e_x_ part is something I've thought about for a long time. So, I'm sure."
"I'll tell you what," I said. "You go home after we're done, and get cleaned up. I'll do the same and around seven tonight you come over and we'll talk about it." "I am not saying I will do anything, but we can at least talk about it, OK?"
"Seven o'clock," he said, grinning again. "I'll be there."
For the rest of the afternoon we worked without it being mentioned again. Of course, my mind raced with the possibilities of the upcoming meeting. Should I do anything with him? If I do, what should it be? Should I just spank him or should I attempt something _s_e_x_ual with the boy? Deep inside, a little voice kept saying that I shouldn't get involved with him. He was certainly attractive but, he was still the next door neighbor's son. My apprehension was tremendous.
The door bell rang at seven o'clock on the dot. This kid was punctual. He'd cleaned up and was dressed in nice fitting blue jeans that accentuated the shape of his body. The T-shirt he wore was emblazoned with the New York Giants logo and it fit tightly enough to show off the definition of his chest. He looked good.
After inviting him in and getting both of us a cold beer, we wandered out to the patio and talked briefly about the work we'd been doing in the yard. The conversation was friendly and relaxed, since we'd actually become pretty good friends in the short time we worked together. It was my intention to get to know him better before talking about why he was there.
After about a half hour he finally said, "Are you gay?"
"Yes," I answered him truthfully. "Are you?"
"I really don't know," he explained. "I think about guys' a lot, but I've never done anything with one to find out."
"How about girls?" I had to ask.
"Nope," he answered. "No experience there either." "I guess I've never had any real interest."
"Why did you offer to help me out with the book?" I probed.
"You mean with the spanking?" he said, seeking clarification.
"Yeah, are you interested in doing that kind of thing?" I asked.
"Well," he hesitated. "I used to get spankings when I was a kid and I always got . . . ah . . . excited from them." "So, I guess I'm interested enough to explore getting another, to see if I still did."
"Do you think about being spanked while you masturbate?" I blurted out.
"Uh . . . ," he said, his face turning bright red. "Sometimes."
"Are you sure about going through with this tonight?" I asked.
"You bet," he said, sounding very eager. "I've been looking forward to it ever since we first talked about it."
"To be honest with you," I explained. "I've wanted to get you across my knee since the first time I saw you. You are very attractive, Gary."
"Thanks," he said softly, instantly turning beet red. "I'm glad you think that."
"I do," I said, letting my gaze drop to his mid-section. For a few moments I didn't say anything and let the silence between us grow. "So," I began. "You have never fooled around with another guy before."
"Nope," he answered softly. "Never."
"What makes you think you want to now?" I asked.
"I don't know," he said.
"Do you have any idea what two men do together?" I probed.
"Sure," he said. "I may be inexperienced but I'm not stupid."
"Sorry," I said, seeing the hurt in his eyes. "I didn't mean it that way. I just wanted to be sure you knew what you were getting into."
"That's OK," he said. "I think I know."
"Well," I said. "I really wasn't planning on doing anything with you tonight because I feel a little funny about you living next door. But, if you are still interested, I guess I'm game."
"I'm still interested," he said with a grin. "You want to get started?"
"Lets go inside," I said. "You need a spanking young man."
Gary followed me into the living room looking a little apprehensive. "Make yourself comfortable," I said. "I need to get a few things."
Since this was his first time, I didn't want to be too hard on him. I decided to use my hand and a hair brush this time. There would be time to get into my other toys if he was still interested after tonight. He didn't need to be pushed to quickly.
His eyes were as big as saucers as he watched me put the hair brush on the coffee table. "What's that for?" he asked, in a nervous voice.
"What do you think?" I laughed. "I won't be brushing your hair."
"That looks like it will really hurt," he said. "Are you sure I can take that?"
"I'm sure," I said. "But, I'll start out slow and easy and then work up to it, OK?"
"OK," he said, sounding very unsure.
"Now," I said, getting comfortable on the couch. "Come here."
Slowly the boy stood up and walked silently toward me. His eyes told the story. He looked scared and was behaving like a little boy knowing what was going to happen. With him standing before me I said, "You know what you're here for. Get into position."
Almost in slow motion, he draped himself across my knees and adjusted himself. "You won't do it very hard will you?" he asked.
"Listen, Gary," I instructed. "I won't do anything you don't want to do. If it gets too painful, just say so and I'll stop. What I'm going to do is give you a long warm-up, using just my hand, with your pants up. We will take a break and then take your pants down for the second round. By the time I am finished, you will be completely naked and will have been spanked with the hair brush. I promise you though, I will stop anytime you say so."
"OK," he said.
Raising my hand, I began to give him a series of medium swats. The swats weren't hard enough to cause him any real pain, but hard enough to warm things up a bit. I made certain not to hit one spot on his jeans more than another. The idea was to break him in correctly, I wasn't trying to give him a punishment spanking, yet. After about fifty swats I let him up.
"Let's take a break," I said, helping him to his feet. "Are you doing OK?"
"Yeah," he said. "Feels nice."
"I thought you'd like it," I said, grinning back at him. "The next round, your pants come down."
We chatted for about five minutes. He seemed to still be interested in continuing with his spanking, which I was happy to know. The initial tension was gone and replaced with a light friendly air. I think he was really getting into the experience.
Without warning I said, "Round two. Come here."
This time he was quicker to stand in front of me. "Put your hands on your head,"
Without saying anything more, I worked the buckle of his belt and in turn the top button of his blue jeans. Pulling the zipper down, I tugged at his pants and forced them down to his knees. He was standing there wearing white Calvin's which revealed a very nice sized lump at the top of his legs.
"This will hurt a little bit more than the first time," I explained. "Now, get back into position."
Without saying a word, he slowly crawled across my lap to begin the second round of his spanking. He seemed to be enjoying the attention I was giving his firm backside. I didn't waste any time getting started and brought my hand down with slightly more force than before. Judging from the way he wiggled his butt, I'm certain it started to sting more than he expected it to. Still, he made no sound.
After about thirty swats I told him to get up and helped him off my knee's. "Now, I want you to take your shirt off," I instructed. "You might as well take your pants all the way off too."
Silently, he worked his shirt up over his head and let it drop on the floor. Moments later his pants were laying on top of them and he was standing completely naked before me. He didn't even try to hide his erect _c_o_c_k_, in spite of the fact he was extremely red faced. He was totally humiliated.
"Back into position," I said. "This time you'll get to experience the hair brush. Remember, if it gets too much for you all you have to do is say STOP."
"I'll remember," he said, as he lowered himself into position.
I felt his hard-on pushing into my upper thigh. He was ready for the real thing and I was going to make certain it was memorable. Raising the brush, I let loose with the first swat catching him on the right cheek. Followed by nineteen more, spaced apart in twenty second intervals. In spite of the medium intensity of the swats, he felt a fire ignite in his ass, but managed to remain quiet. After the last swat I gently rubbed his buns for a few moments.
"That wasn't too bad, was it?" I asked.
"Not really," he answered.
"Ready for the real thing?" I asked.
"I don't know," he said softly.
"Want to try it?" I pushed.
"I suppose," he said.
"I'll give you twenty good ones and then we'll be done." I said.
"OK," he said, bracing himself for the worst.
"Whack!"
"Oh _s_h_i_t_!" he gasped.
"Whomp!"
"Ahhhhh!"
"Smack!"
"Oooooh!"
"Smack!"
"Owwww!"
"Whack!"
The boy was struggling to get away from me and tried to put his hand back to protect his burning butt. Grabbing his hand and forcing it down across the middle of his back I said, "Let's get this over with." I gave him the remaining fifteen swats in rapid fire succession. When it was over, Gary just laid across my lap and sobbed softly as I gently rubbed the red skin with my hand.
He was still sniffling when I helped him stand back up. His tear stained face was red and blotchy, but he had a smile on his face and his _c_o_c_k_ was still jutting straight out. I reached for his swollen member and slowly began to move my hand up and down around it. Within seconds his breathing increased and his body tensed. Suddenly, a stream of his burning hot seed shot out and landed across my legs. Several more spurts of the boy's fluid ran down the side of my hand and landed on the floor.
"_d_a_m_n_," the boy gasped. "That was fantastic!"
I just smiled at him and said, "You think that was good, wait till next time."