My name is David. I'm 11 yrs old when this story takes place around 1965. This was the time when kids would actually go outside and play in the streets with their friends without parents fearing anything happening to them. Pedofilia and child porn was, as far as parents knew, nonexistent.

I lived in Boston, Mass. with my Mom and Pop. Dad had a job as a manager at a manufacturing company that specialized in a new gizmo called plastics. My Mom also worked there in the secretary pool. I was considered a "Latch Key" kid. I would attend school, go home, do my homework, and wait for my parents to come home. This was pretty much life from the time I was born.

One thing that my parennts did not know, or for that matter anyone else knew, was that I was a pedophile in waiting. Many a times in school I would spend time looking at the younger kids(5-7 yrs. old) and dream of taking them somewhere and bare their bottoms, spank them and maybe stick my cocklet in their bottoms. But I knew that would not be possible since I lived in the city and hidden places where rare. So I kept that fantasy to myself.

Then near the end of the school year, my parents hit me with a bombshell. My dad had been offered a promotion and a new job in Morgantown, W. Va. and he had accepted. So at the end of May we moved to Morgantown. The company found for us a house we could rent in a suburban neighberhood. It belong to one of the lower managers and he was glad to rent it to us. It was a two story house with three bedrooms and a full bathroom of which one bedroom became mine. The extra bedroom became my Mom's sewing room. On the main floor there was a living room, didning room, kitchen and a walk in pantry. In the back, there was a small porch and yard with a concrete garage. You could go into the garage through a backdoor that had windows. Once in, you could see the garage door that led to an alley. There was a window on the right side of the garage that let you see the pathway. To the right of the garage was a side pathway that also led to the alley.

The whole yard was enclosed in a stockade type wall fence so we had some privacy. We were told by the owner that he was still using the garage to store some things that belong to him but we could use the garage to store any items we had and a lawnmower or garden equipment so he gave us keys to the garage and the gate leading to the alley. My Dad felt that since it would be my job to cut the grass and take out the garbage gave me an extra set of keys to me. A couple of days after settling ourselves in, my Dad surprised me by giving me a 20" Schwinn bike with a banana seat, sissy bars, and chopper handlebars. He felt that I would need it to get around the neighborhood.

On the first day that my parents went to work, I decided to go into the garage and explore. I found stacks of boxes in the garage along with a few pieces of furniture. As I looked around, a thought hit me. If I stacked the boxes just right I could make a hideout for my self. So doing, I began stacking the boxes till I had made a small room measuring 10 feet by 12 feet and a wall high enough that no one could see me from either from the windows in the garage or the side window or back window. I made myself a narrow passage that left me some room to walk into it. I then took an old dining room chair and three drawer nightstand and put them in the room against the wall and near the center with the night stand next to the chair. I also took and old wooden salad bowl and put it on top of the stand. I then went up to my room and got my box of comics and another box full of old toys and put them in the hide out. The last piece of furniture was an old square ottoman with wooden legs.

When I was finished, I looked over my hideout and realized that I had a great place to relax. As I kept looking around it dawned on me that I had also build myself a hideout for me to have fun with little kids, The thought made my dick twitch.

After cleaning myself up, I got on my bike and rode over to the five and dime to purchase a few things(My parents had been given me an allowance of $5.00 a week since I turn 10 and I did'nt spend it all so I had a little money). I bought a couple of bags of mini chocolate candies. I then bought some rope and duck tape. I also bought some sharpie type pens(I like them because of that fact that they had a nice rounded tip and they look like they would slip easily into a boy's or girl's asshole) I also bought a jar of vaseline.

Finally I went into the cosmetics department and bought myself a wooden hairbrush. From there, I went to the local thrift store and found two ping pong paddles and one paddle that at one time it had been a paddle ball with an attached string ball. I then proceeded back to my home in a leisure way. Checking out the neighborhood. I found that I was in a neighborhood full of little kids both gilrs and boys. I smiled at the possibilties and went home to add the finishing touches to my hideout. As an extra precaution, I took some strapping tape from my Dad's tool box and taped the Sharpies joints tight so they would not pull off.

The next day I headed out and started to ride around in the hopes of finding my first target. As I rode around, I realized it would not be easy. The kids I wanted seem to be restricted to their front yard or block and were not allowed to go beyond that so leading them back to my hideout would be hard without their parents knowing. After spending two days of fruitlessly looking, I began to think that it would not happen.

Then fate stepped in.

I was taking care of the garbage(One of my new chores). We had two cans that I had to put out in the alley for it to be picked up tomorrow. I had taken both cans out and left the gate unlocked and ajar while I went to check to see if there was anymore garbage where the cans sat. As I looked over, I heard the gate creaked. I started to head around the corner to see why when I saw through the back door's window right through the side window a head.

lt looked to be a boy about three maybe four feet tall. He was standing by the side window of the garage and seem to be looking at the house real hard. I kept watching him trying to figure out what he was doing. After looking at the house for a few seconds, he looked back toward the gate then walked back to the gate. At first I thought he was leaving when I heard the gate creak and then heard it shut. His head appeared again at the side window and looking at the house. He seemed to be fumbling with something below him and out of my site. Then his head disapeared for a second then reappeared and started looking toward the house. The next thing I heard was the steady stream of someone pissing and now it dawned on me why he was here. I got a smile accross my face and realized that here was my first target. I waited till he looked the other way to move up to the corner of the garage and waited for him to stop pissing. As soon as I heard the last dropplets I pounced.

"Hey! What are you doing there?" I said as athourative as I could. The boy was pulling his pants and underwear up and they were at half mast when I caught him. I could see his little pricklet flick towards me as he turned.

"Nothing" he said in his little voice.

"Nothing ay? Looks like you were taking a wiz on my parents property and tresspassing too." He still stood there with his pants at half mast and a deer in the brights look.

"I'm sorry", he said, "I needed to go bad".

"Thanks to you" I decided to put some fear in him, "My Mother won't be able to plant her flowers there now" I said.

"I'm sorry", he said again, "I did'n mean to hurt the grass." By now he was showing signs of tears.

"Don't you think you ought to pull up your pants?" I asked. He looked down and realized his situation and quickly began to pull up his pants. While he did that I went past him and closed and locked the gate. When he had finished buttoning his pants closed, I grabbed him by the arm and led him to the steps of my porch. I then proceed it to tell him to sit.

I leaned down and asked what his name was.

"Stefan" he said in that little boy voice. Found out he was 6 years old. He was a cutie. He had black hair, and brown eyes. He had a bit of a tan which told me he spent a lot of time outside. He was wearing a Captain America T-shirt, blue shorts, white socks and sneakers.

"Where do you live?"

He gave me an addrees that told me he lived two and half blocks away from me. I asked how he got here. He told me he had a bike and it was outside. I told him to stay there and went to the alley. Sure enough his bike was leaning against the garage door. Looking around and making sure no one was in the alley, I quickly grabbed his bike and brought into the yard.

"Why you do that for?" he asked. I parked the bike against the back part of the garage and turned.

"I'm going to take you home on my bike".

"What for?" a little desperation in his voice. "So I can tell your parenst what you did here." was my answer.

He jumped off the stairs grabbed my hand, and said "PLEASE DON'T." he pleaded, "My Momma will whip me."

"Whip you." I played dum, "With a real whip?"

"No. But she will take a belt to my bare butt." he blurted out.

"Bare butt?" my dick twitched on that word, "How?'

He then proceeded to tell me how he would be taken to his room and there his Momma would take his pants and underwear off and then put him over her lap scold him and use the belt on his bare butt till he could'nt sit down.

While he told me this I could feel my dick getting hard. I looked down at him and led him back to the stairs. I made him sit down and I sat next to him.

I put my arm around him to comfort him and asked, "Does it leave welts on your bottom?" Uh uh!, he said. "Wow!" I exclaimed the whole time rubbing his back and occasinally his little butt.

As he was sniffling, I pretended to be thinking when I finally said, "I got an idea. What if I was to punish you instead of your Mom."

"You!", he exclaimed, "How?"

"You do what I say for say the next hour, and I won't tell your Mom what you did here. Ok?"

He started thinking about it then looked at me, "What would you do?"

"Well", I thought. "how about I give you a spanking like your Mom, but, with out a belt. I'll just use my hand."

"You promise to use your hand only?" He asked.

"Yup!"

He thought about it for a few seconds and finally agreed to it.

"Great'! Let's go to my hideout."

"You have a hideout?"

"Yeah. Come on I'll show it to you."

Taking his right hand, I led him to the back door of the garage. I unlocked the door and led him in. Once inside, I locked the door then led him through the narrow passage and into the hideout.

"This is is it?" he said.

"Yup."

I let him wonder around and he noticed the candy bowl and gave me a look. I gave him one piece to whcih he thanked me and while he chewed on the candy he looked around and stopped to look at the boxes full of comic books and toys.

As he bent down to look in the boxes, I looked at his little butt. It looked round and plump. I could tell that my hand would just about cover his butt just right. My dickie started getting even more stiff as I looked.

After looking over at my stash. He turned and said, "This a great place you have to hide."

"Yeah I know." I said. Then I set hook. "How would you like to come here some other time."

"Really! I can?"

"Yup."

"Neat."

"There is one thing though we have to take care of first."

"Oh! Yeah."

With that, he walked over to where I was sitting(The dining room chair) and stood in front of me.

"You ready?"

He nodded his head.

I bent down and pushing his T-shirt up, I began to unsnap the button on his shorts. I then pull his zipper down and let his pants drop to the floor. I then grabbed his arms and told him to step out of his pants. He proceeded to lift one leg then the other out of his shorts. I then told him to pick them up and hand them to me. He proceeded to do so and I took them and draped them over the back of the chair. I then reached under his T-shirt and hooked my fingers under his bvd's and pull them all the way down to his feet. Again, I grabbed his arms and told him to step out of them which he did and like before he gave them to me. I looked them over to see that it had a few urine stains but the back part looked clean whcih told me he had not had a dump. I then draped the undies on the back of the chair along with his shorts.

I looked down at what was soon to be my little sex toy. His little pricklet lay limp all 1 1/2inches worth. His mid section was pure white verifying that he did spend a lot of time outdoors. I turned him sideways so I could look at his bottom. He had a bottom that even when he stood straight, his little butt stuck out. My all body was getting excited and I decided not to wait any longer.

"Are you ready?", I asked in a slowly breaking voice.

He looked up at me and nodded a bit of apprenhesion on his face.

I proceeded to slide my hands under his armpits and lifted him up. Moving him to my right thigh, I began to slowly drape him over my lap until he was stretched accross it. His arms and head were hanging over my left leg. His back was straight. And his bottom was in percfect position for his spanking. His legs were a good foot of the floor.

I sat there looking at his little white bottom. I slowly put my right hand on it and began to rub it. Back and forth, side to side. Occassionally I would give one cheek a squeeze followed by the other. Through it all, Stefan laid accross my lap not moving. I think he was enjoying what I was doing to his butt cause his breathing began to sound different. As I continued massaging his bottom, he began to move slightly and slowly raising his butt. That is when I felt his little pricklet getting stiff against my bare leg(I was wearing shorts too). I stopped massaging his butt, slid my hand under his armpits and lifted him up. He was surprised when I did that and was given me a questionable look. I looked down at his crotch and realize I was right. His pricklet was sticking up.

"What's this?", I asked surprised.

Stefan realized he had been caught being nasty. "I'm sorry. I can't help it."

"Is ok. It happens when something nice is being done to you." I said.

"Really!"

"Yeah. I tell you what. After I finish giving you your spanking , I'll do something to make you feel good. But you have to trust me. Ok?

"Ok." He said with a grin on his face.

I place him back into position and reached into the dresser drawer for a sharpie and the vaseline and put them in the bowl.

I then put both my hands on each of his round, plump, cheeks and pull them apart. There in the center was what would soon be the back entrance. I admired the pink little starlet and how its owner made it shut and open for a few seconds. I then said to Stefan. "I'm going to tickle your butthole and put some special lubricant so you'll be ready to play."

"Ok." Is what I heard from the other end.

I opened the jar of vaseline and rubbed my middle finger in it till it was coated past my first joint. I then spread his cheeks and slid my middle finger toward his pucker. As soon a I touched it, he flinched and shut his pucker. I told him to relax or it would not work. He began to relax and I proceed to rub his opening for a few minutes.

"That tickles." he blurted out. I just laughed and continued, After a few more minutes, I slowly began to push my finger into his virgin hole. He let out a gasp and stiffen. I told him to relax again. I only had penetrated so only half my fingernail was in.

"It hurts." He yelped. I told him to relax keeping the finger still. After a few minutes he relaxed again and then I proceeded to push the finger in further. Slowly it went until I had a joint and half in. I then slowly pulled it out but then pushed back in this time going up to the second joint. Oh what a feeling my finger was having. His little rectum was hot and I could feel his sphincter muscles squeezing a bit on my finger. Through it all Stefan laid quiet but I could hear him taking short breaths. Finally I pulled out the finger and noticed it was clean. After wiping my finger off on a rag I found in the garage. I laid my hand on on his bottom and started to rub it again.

"Ok." I said, "I'll spank you now."

And with that, I began his spanking.

Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack,smack. I gave him ten light smacks on that plump litlle bare bottom of his. I then rub his bottom to take the sting away.

I began again. Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack,,smack,smack,smack,smack. I again rub his bare butt to make the sting go away. So far, Stefan was not complaining and seem to be enjoying the rubbing.

Once more. Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack. I gave him some more rubbing on his slightly pinkened bottom. By now, the little imp seem to be rubbing his pricklet against my leg.

Again. Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack,smack,smack,smack,smack. I gave his pink little bottom some more rubbing. That last group of smacks appear to be getting to him so I decided to give him one last batch.

Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack. smack. Once again I rubbed his dark pink bottom. That last batch he let ou a few silent ow's but I said that his spanking was over.

He looked over his shoulder and said "Are you going to do that fun thnig now to me?"

"I certainly am", I said.

I lifted him up and could see that his pricklet was almost touching his belly. I then draped him over my left leg.

"Now!" I began, "I'm going to slide a buttt tickler up your butt(Only thing I could think of to call the sharpie). You have to stay relaxed or else it will hurt, ok?"

Stefan muttered, "Ok".

"Once is in, I'm going to move it in and out of you. At the same time, I'm going to diddle your pee pee. Ok?'

"Ok." was what I heard from the inverted head.

"Ok, here we go."

I picked up the sharpie and lubricated it all the way up to where the cap joint was. I then spread Stefan's pinkened cheeks and rubbed his pucker with the sharpie. The momemnt of truth had arrived. I slowly pushed the sharpie into his butthole. It opened up like a flower and let the sharpie in. At the other end I could hear a hissing sound coming out of the boy.

"You ok?" I asked.

He squeeked out a yes.

I told him he was doing good as I continued pushing the sharpie in until about half of it was in his rectum.

I then put some lubricant on my left three fingers and reached around untill I found his little pricklet. As soon as I touched it I heard him go "Woo!."

"You ok?'

"Yes", it came out as a lustful hiss.

"Here we go." I told him.

And with that, I began to slide my fingers back and forth accross his little pricklet playing close attention to his little head.

At the same time, with my right hand, I began to slide the sharpie in and out of his little butt hole. I was enjoying how his butt lips clung to the sharpie as if he did'nt want to let go.

For the nex few minutes the only sounds that could be heard in the garage was the light squelching noise of the sharpie going in and out of Stefan's ass and Stefan making ohhs and ahhs sounds followed occasionally by a wow or moan.

"You like it?"

"Oooh! Yes!" he blurted out.

Finally, I saw that his little ass was slowly rising up and that his dickie was getting harder. At that he let out a long ooooooo and I could feel his little dickie having a dry orgasm.

He laid accross my knee trying to catch his breath. As he did, I slowly pulled the sharpie out of his ass. I looked at his little pucker and slowly close. I opened his cheeks and began to wipe his little asshole with the rag(Mental note. Must pick up paper towels.) of all the lubricants and scum. I rubbed his back while he regain some modicum of conciousness and he began to stir, I pull him up and just like his butt, I wiped his pricklet of all the lubricant. I lifted him up and cradle him on my lap.

After a while I noticed he had fallen asleep. I knew that he would need to leave soon before his Mother might come looking for him. So I shook him gently and said. "Stefan. Your hour is up. You can go home."

"Hmmm?" He said then realized where he was. "Oh! Yeah! I gotta go. Is it over? Have I been punished?

"Yes you have and you can go home and your Mom will not know what you did here. Ok?" I assured him.

"Great! Thank you." He gave me a hug and got off my lap. I handed him his undies and shorts and he began to put them on. As he did he turned his back to me and gave me a glimpse of his now white butt.

Once he was dressed, I unlocked the door of the garage and he went and got his bike. I led him to the back gate and unlocked it. I told him to wait while I check to see if there was anyone out there. After making sure, I told him to come out.

Stefan got on his bike and was about to leave when he looked at me and said "If I do something bad in the future and nobody but me knows, can I come back here so you can punish me instead?"

"If you want to." Was my response, "It will be our little secret."

Then he lowered his head and looking around he said in a low voice "Will you diddle me and tickle my bottom hole afterwards?"

"You bet!"

"Cool", He yelled out, "see ya soon."

And with that, he pedaled away. As he did, I just looked at that little ass of his ride away and thought of what other things and games I would introduce him to.

After he left, I quickly ran upstairs to the bathroom and jerk myself off till I had my orgasm. As I basked in the afterglow I prayed that Stefan would come back soon.