The following story is fiction and contains scenes of spankings and sex between a man and a youth.  If these subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.  This story is dedicated to a young man of just fourteen who mentioned his dream to me.

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My First Job

By

YLeeCoyote@juno.com

I was so excited.  Today I would go to my first real job – one for which I would get paid.  Sure, I got paid for doing stuff about the house but that was by my father which really does not count (after all now that I'm a young man of fourteen I should contribute).  That's sort of just a handout like my allowance.  Of course, cutting my [father's] lawn gave me some experience.  I had used the power mower several times so I was an old hand at it.

Proudly, I strutted down the block to Mr. Gogan's house and rang his bell.  We confirmed the fee and he showed me to the garage where he kept his mower.  It was the same kind as we had so I knew all about it and, more importantly, how to use it.  He told me that he was going to do some errands and that I might help myself to a soda from his refrigerator.  He drove off and I went to work.  I was glad that he did not see that I tried to start the mower before opening the gas cock and setting the cutoff switch.  That would have been terribly embarrassing.

I got to work.  I had estimated that it would take two hours, like my own lawn did, but I did not realize it was 20 percent bigger.  I wanted to prove how wonderful I was so I rushed the job.  I was putting the mover back when Mr. Gogan returned.  He was impressed at how fast I had done the job and that I had even cleaned the mower before putting it away.

Unfortunately, when he looked at his lawn he was not pleased; he was not pleased in the least.  The front lawn which I did first was OK, but the back was terrible for that is where I had rushed.  He pointed out how I had missed places because I did not overlap the previously mowed strips and even missed two corners.  I was devastated but I said would fix it up right away.  He said that I needed to be PUNISHED for being careless, sloppy, wasting gas and doing a third rate job.  I followed him into the kitchen.

He saw that I had thrown a soda can in the garbage.  He told me to rinse it out and leave it to drain into the sink and then put it into the recycling bin on the porch.  "Take off your sneakers." he told me.  I removed my cross-trainers and also my socks.  Mr. Gogan then stepped over to me and pulled my T-shirt over my head and tossed it aside.  He opened my belt and my cutoffs.  They fell to the floor leaving me just in my tightie-whities.  It was then I realized that I had a woody.  What a terrible time for one because it made my briefs tent in front of Mr. Gogan.  Next, he pulled my briefs off and my woodie snapped to attention pointing to the ceiling.  It was terribly embarrassing but he did not say a word about it.  I stepped out of my pants as he led me to the chair he had pulled away from the table.© YLeeCoyote

He sat and pulled me over his lap.  It was a most familiar position because my dad spanks me this way.  My stiffie was between his thighs and I gripped the chair with my hands to steady myself while he got a good grip on my waist.  I resolved to take it like a man and not cry; certainly not to bawl like a little baby.  He repeated parts of his lecture: "I expect that my lawn is cut correctly the first time which you failed to do.  You also wasted gas."  While he was talking he was also rubbing and patting my butt.  I wished that this was over but it wasn't.  I wished that he would start but apparently he was not in any rush to do so.

SPANK.

Well, I got that second wish and that spank really hurt.  He spanked harder than my dad did.  After a barrage of spanks, I stopped thinking except about not to cry.  I knew I was making noises but I couldn't help that.  "Just don't let me cry, please." I prayed silently.  He stopped after dozens of hard spanks.  I'm glad of that but as he lifted me up, I still had my woodie and, strangely, I felt OK – as if I liked the spanking.  I was still puzzling about that when he pushed me to my knees.  First, I saw his thick, wide leather belt and was glad that he had not used that on my now burning ass.  When I dropped my eyes, I saw that his shorts were tented.  He must have had a hard-on, I thought, just as he roughly pulled my head to his crotch.  I could feel his hard cock pressing on my face.  I also smelt something new and exciting.  Just as suddenly he released my head and opened his own shorts.  He was going commando.  He let the shorts fall to the ground.  I saw his big, hard man-cock soaring up from a huge expanse of thick hair.  There was a big drop of stuff at the hole; just like I get when I think about sex.  I opened my month but couldn't say anything because his cock was immediately filling my mouth.  I reached for my own cock and discovered that it was harder than I ever known it to be.

"SUCK IT, BOY!" he said moving his hard shaft in and out of my mouth.  I really didn't know what to do until he instructed: "Like a lollipop.  Like an ice cream cone."  I got the message and licked his hard shaft.  I got to taste the yummy stuff that came out.  He gave me more instructions about how to lick and keep my teeth out of the way.  It was difficult to suck him because he was holding my head and pushing his cock in and out of my mouth.  I kept playing with my own cock.  Everything felt so wonderful.  Even my ass which normally hurts from a spanking was feeling extra good.

Then, the unexpected.  Something was filling my mouth.  It came from his cock in spurts.  As it slid down my throat, I suddenly realized that it was cum and my own cock exploded.  He pulled out of my mouth and sat on the chair and pulled my head back into his crotch.  I loved the aroma and gently licked his cock and balls.  He must have liked it since he encouraged me to continue.  He hugged me when we both stood up.

He told me to clean up the mess I made on his floor and to get dressed.  "What do you want to do now, boy?" he asked.

The envelope with the money was on the table and he glanced at it as if to remind me that it was there.  I could take it but that certainly would not be right.  "I'm going to redo the back lawn, Sir.  I want you to be completely satisfied before I take your money."  I got the mower from the garage and started it right up.  Then I redid the back lawn.  Whenever I glanced at the house, I saw that he was watching me through the window.  I made extra sure that it was perfect before I cleaned and returned the mower to the garage.

I knocked on the back door and he let me in.  He paid me and even gave me a tip.  "Call me in two weeks and I'll let you know if it needs mowing again, lad."

"Yes, Mr. Gogan, it will be my pleasure."  As I walked home, I felt great; very grown up.  My first truly earned money was in my cutoffs.  My freshly spanked butt did not hurt but strangely felt good.  I was not a virgin anymore.

I heard ringing.  I sat up and turned off my alarm clock.  It was all a dream; a very wet dream.  It was time to get up, dress, eat breakfast and get to my first real job on time.  I knew that I wanted to have a satisfied customer.

The End

© Copyright A.I.L., November 16, 2008

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