“Hi Jo. Had a good day?” My mother asked

She was in the sink washing as I entered the kitchen with my school bag slung over my shoulder. The oven was on with the smell of tea cooking filling the room

“The usual” I replied walking past

“Well the tea will be on the table as soon as your dad gets home in a hour. Make sure your down” She shouted after me as I assended the stairs

“Ok mum!” I replied in equal volume

I reached my bedroom and closed the door. Dropping my bag at the foot of the bed I went to the desk that sat under my window and looked out. I scanned over the neighbours garden wondering if Mr Jackson was there

I had been thinking all day about him. I couldnt take my mind of the things that had happened the last two evenings. I had warned him that my mum wasnt working today so I didnt expect to see him. I put my hands in my pockets and rubbed my erection coming to the conclusion that I would have a wank. There was a dirty old sock rolled up at the back of bedside draw that served as a place to release my climax into

I was about to retreive it when I saw the large frame of Mr Jackson push through the gap between the hedge and the fence. I leaned over the desk to look down. Seeing him knock on the back door I could just make out the voice of my mother greeting him

I felt a rise of panic wondering what he wanted and quickly left my room and went down stairs as quitely as I could and stood at thd foot of the stairs and stained my ears. I heard mum say that she had got the seeds followed with the pleased tones on Mr Jackson

I was about to slip back upstairs as mum came out of the kitchen to retreive her purse on the hall stand

“Err. I was going to get a drink” I said rather pointless

My mother obviously thought so as she gave a confused look

“Well go on then. Its only Robert from next door”

There wasnt much I could do and walked in. My face feeling crimson “Hello Mr Jackson” I greeted as I got a glass from the cupboard and poured some squash. Mother returning before he could replie

“Here you are Robert. Carol gave me these. They are lovely”

She handed over a packet. There must be a flower seed exchange I mused as I watched them

“Thank you Lisa. Thats very kind. I was just telling your mother Jonathan that I was pleased you gave her the seeds”

“Oh. Thats ok” I answered

I didnt really want a conversation with him infront of my mother. I had a strange notion that I would somehow give something away

“Now your here Jonathan. I was meaning to ask you Lisa if I could borrow your son maybe at the weekend. You know how my dear Suzan is bed ridden. I keep meaning to clear the spare room out and move her back upstairs. I will pay him of course”

Mother tutted

“Dont be silly Robert. Its Saturday tomorrow. Jo can give you a hand if you like”

She gave me a look as to say it was non negotiable

“That sounds great. Are you ok with tomorrow. Say around ten Jonathan?” He asked

His eyebrows raised in expectation. There was always the chance I would refuse. Not that I was going to because I had a feeling it was something other than clearing a room

It was agreed that I would go around at ten tomorrow

I hardly got any sleep that night thinking of what may happen but wanting to save myself no matter how desperate I was to cum I woke up with a incredible erection

I rolled out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. My young cock was tenting my pyjama bottoms as I made a fast dash across the landing to avoid any embassassing encounter and gave myself a quick wash before making a hasty exit back to my bedroom

I slipped on a yellow T shirt and now had the decision of what else to wear. The obvious thing would be Y fronts and jeans due to the handy effect it would have at hiding any hard ons. Not that I was bothered if Mr Jackson saw it but rather the fact my mum may as I had to navigate breakfast first

There where my football shorts. I wasnt very sporty being only 5ft 6 and skinny but I was a good long distance runner and the weather had taken a turn for the better to justify wearing them. The problem was my cock. I was so excited I couldnt guarantee not becoming hard in the presents of mum. After a few seconds of thought I finally decidied to risk it and slipped them on followed by some white socks

I glanced at the bedside clock. It was nearly half past nine. If I had breakfast now it would be nearly time to call around at Mr Jacksons and would mean avoiding to much interaction with mother so I made my way down the stairs. I instantly regreted it as I felt my cock start to stiffen as it swung loosely in my shorts and was about to retreat and change when mother hearing my decent called out

“Good. Your down. Get your breakfast so your not late going round Roberts”

I was stuck. There was nothing I could do but keep going. Seeing mother with her back to me I quickly pulled a chair out and sat down

“Well. Are you going to get something?” She asked seeing me sat at the table

“Could you get me a bowl of cornflakes mum” I replied

“Your joking”

She stared hard at me in motherly outrage. I felt my cheeks turn crimson. She had a point. It wasnt hard for even a boy to make a bowl of cornflakes. The trouble was my arousel was intense. I could feel my erect 5 inch tenting my shorts as it leaned slightly to the left. If I got up now mother would of seen the state of my cock

We had a mexican stand off. I really had to hold my ground. The shame would of been to much. Finally she tutted and got a bowl and proceeded to make me breakfast. Placing it hard infront of me

“There you go your majesty. I hope you will work harder for Robert than your mother”

“Could I have a glass of orange juice please” I asked

She rolled her eyes and went to get one as I eat the cereal and placed it on the table giving me a small smirk after I thanked her. A indication that the little drama of breakfast was over

Glancing at the wall clock it was still quarter to ten as I sat nursing the orange juice. Sipping at it due to my still problematic erection. Granted it had subsided to a semi state but it would of still been noticeable and there was no way I was going up to brush my teeth

I think mum was thinking that was my intention before I went next door as she kept her own eye on the time but finally she left the kitchen to take dad a cup of tea

This was my moment. I got up and made my way to the back door “Im off next door mum!” I shouted. Closing it before I got any questions or even a responce. I knew it was still early but slipt through the gap in the hedge that was the convenient short cut both neighbours used and walked along the patio to Mr Jacksons kitchen door. The house was a mirror image of ares being built from the same plans as all the others on the estate

My stomach tight with a mixture of nerves and excitment I felt my swinging cock once again stiffen. I wondered if it was a good idea turning up with a obvious erection. I had never been inside Mr Jacksons home or even meet his wife. I knew she was pretty immobile and lived downstairs due to her state and unlikely that she would answer the door but it was still possable

I tapped on the frosted glass and waited my heart thumping. A few seconds later I saw movement and the outline of the large body that was Mr Jackson. He opened it and smiled seeing me standing there in my yellow t shirt and shorts. My white socks rolled down to my ankles above my trainers

“Jonathan. Your early” He said

His beady eyes gleaming through his thick framed glasses as they ran down my body fixing on the front of my shorts. The tenting of my erection obvious as it leaned slightly to the left trapped behind the material. I felt my young smooth cock flex at his unashamed gaze

“Im sorry Mr Jackson. I hope you dont mind” I answered

“Not at all my boy” He responded cheerfully stepping aside to let me in

“I see your dressed for the weather. Its getting hotter isnt it” He added

His hand on my shoulder he guided me out of the kitchen. I turned and looked up at him giving him a little smile as we entered the hallway. I had to be careful as I moved. My erection was in danger of slipping out the side of my shorts

“Come and say hello to my Suzan first. She doesnt get many visiters”

I gave him a worried look as he opened the living room door I was relieved to see a sofa near the door positioned in such a way I could stand behind it leaving just my upper half on show

At the other end of the room sat a thin woman with pointed features in a reclining seat. She was wrapped in tartan blankets and around the same age as Mr Jackson, early seventies

She turned her gaze from the tv onto me

“This is Jonathan. From next door. Hes come to help upstairs” Mr Jackson announced standing behind me

“I told you. Stop making a fuss” She snapped

“Now now dont be like that Suzan”

“Alot of fuss about nothing. Im happy staying down here”

“Well that spare room still needs sorting. We will leave you for now. I will see how your getting on later”

He placed a hand in my shoulder and guiding me out indicating the audience was over

“Dont worry about her Jonathan. Its just her way. Now lets see this spare room” He grunted the last part as he started to climb the stairs. Clearly it was getting a effort for his elderly body. I gave a glance to the living room door as I followed. Nasty old witch I thought

I reached the top of the landing to find Mr Jackson waiting at the door. He smiled and opened it and stood aside to let me in first. I felt my heart thumping in my chest. I dont know why I was so nervous. It wasnt like we hadnt fooled around before and I was certain this was all just a pretext to get me alone

But I was shy and inexperienced and Mr Jackson had shown himself to be cautious when it came to us. Understandable I guess but I was hardly the confident type. I gave a awkward smile and stepped into the box room. One thing was certain. It wasnt a lie that it needed sorting. It was the smallest bedroom with just a single bed in it. Not that it could be used due to the dusty boxes full of junk accumulated over the couples long years together stacked on it

The rest of the room housed a tatty 1950s wardrobe and chest of draws each topped with assorted junk. I stood in the middle of the room and ran a finger along one of the boxes and examined my dusty finger. I turned and held it up to him smiling as he leaned against the door frame arms folded