Jeff Part 7

By Flint

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Jeff and Mr. Jones

Jeff’s life was now more settled; at least he wasn’t being forced to go skinny dipping around strange ladies and their sons. His mom still made him stay dressed in just his underwear when at home and even to do short errands just outside his apartment. He wished he could wear boxers, or even boxer briefs, but his mother would not buy any new clothes for him, ‘just for them to get stolen’.

Late one afternoon the neighbor Mr. Jones knocked on the door. Jeff hated receiving visitors, since all he could wear was his briefs. Mr. Jones was asking if he could use Jeff to lower some glasses off a high shelf in his apartment, Mr. Jones was uncertain about climbing a stepladder himself. Jeff’s mom told Jeff to go help, dressed (or undressed) as he was.

Mr. Jones placed his hand on Jeff’s bare back as they went down the steps to Mr. Jones’ apartment. It felt creepy. Once inside Jeff was led to a closet with the step ladder. The inside of the closet door had a calendar attached, with a photo of a naked young lady—totally. Jeff had never seen such a photo. He stared at it all he could, trying not to be obvious.

The ladder was set up near the cabinets in the kitchen. Mr. Jones opened the cabinet door and pointed to some glasses on the top shelf. Mr. Jones insisted on holding Jeff steady as he climbed the ladder, one hand on his chest the other on his back, as he climbed. As he rose on the ladder Mr. Jones hands went lower on Jeff as he climbed, first to his stomach, then to the back and front of his briefs, which was where the hands stayed as Jeff was near the top of the ladder.

Again Jeff saw something new, a stack of playboy magazines on the next to top shelf. Jeff’s boyhood had already started to rise, but with this new visual stimulus, plus the action of the hand rubbing to hold him steady, he suddenly was sporting the hardest erection of his young life, to the point that he actually was hurting.

He grabbed a glass in each hand to deliver down to Mr. Jones, wondering how Mr. Jones was not noticing Jeff’s hardness. Then abruptly Mr. Jones exclaimed, “Oh my Jeff, you are about to soil your underpants. I can’t have you go home with your underpants creamed. What would your mother think?”

At that point, to Jeff’s extreme surprise, and when he could not stop it without dropping and breaking the glasses, Mr. Jones grabbed the waistband of Jeff’s briefs, and dropped them to Jeff’s ankles.

“NO, please. I’ll be OK”

Mr. Jones just reached up to take the glasses, then lifted Jeff off the ladder (which caused the briefs to drop off his feet) then escorted a very embarrassed Jeff toward the master bedroom.

Mr. Jones said, “Jeff, use my bed and take care of that. You can see there are tissues on the nightstand. You can close and lock the door. Come out after you finish.” At which point Mr. Jones shut the door, which Jeff immediately locked.

That was creepy thought Jeff. But Mr. Jones did give him privacy, so maybe he was not really a creep. Jeff did want to take care of the matter at hand.

He glanced about the room, but saw nothing unusual, except maybe an old laptop with a broken screen sitting on the dresser.

Jeff lay on the bed and let nature take its course. After cleaning up with the tissues, he disposed of them in the commode in the attached bathroom. He only then realized his briefs were in the other room.

Sheepishly he unlocked and slowly opened the door. To his surprise, he found his briefs on the doorknob on the outside. He was able to dress (if you can call it that) before stepping into the other room.

Mr. Jones said, “Let us call this a day. I’m sorry this happened. Tell your mother you did a fine job. We can finish the glasses later.”

Jeff was glad to leave. Jeff was also very confused. He almost wanted to go back and visit more with Mr. Jones. He had been nice and had really understood Jeff and the need for privacy.

(The End)