The Woodshed Redux


by Tom Hobbes <Tomhobbes_98@yahoo.com>

[Note: The first Woodshed story appeared in May, 2004; this is a sequel.]

One of the nice things about living in a small town is that people know each other. That can be good or bad, I guess, but it is a fact. So my best friend growing up, David, and my cousin Jim knew each other from years in school and all kinds of community activities. Jim was a couple years ahead of us so he did not pay us much attention in high school. It wouldnt do to be seen hanging around the freshmen and sophomores when you were a senior. But outside school the three of us were pretty tight. From my experiences with each alone I knew they shared my adolescent prurience with spanking and jacking off and it was time to see if my instincts were right. With each I had shared some intimate, secret times jacking off together out behind the woodshed at Jims farm. So I put my deviant mind to work to figure a way the three of us could get together for a little circle jerk action and figured that if I got the three of us got together out behind the woodshed at Jims farm things would pretty much take their course.

The opportunity arose just a couple of weeks into the summer when I knew my aunt and uncle were going to be gone for the weekend. Jim was seventeen and old enough to be left home to take care of the place and his three younger brothers went along on the trip. So I rounded up my buddy, David, and together we rode our bikes out to my cousins farm.

We found Jim in the barn scraping the paint off an old chest of drawers. He had stripped to the waist because of the heat of the day and was more than happy to take a break.

"Gawd, aint it a pisser today?!" he said, smiling. "Hotter than a snakes belly in a wagon rut. Come on in and have something cool to drink, boys." We followed Jim across the farm yard to the house, then into the kitchen where he pulled a pitcher of lemonade out of the refrigerator. "I got some cold beer, boys, but thats for later," he announced with a smirk. "When the old mans away, this boys gonna play!" Jim smiled broadly.

"Sounds good to me," I said. "Dont suppose you could use a couple of partners for whatever you have planned?"

"Maybe, maybe not," Jim said. "What brings you out here, anyway?"

"Just lookin for something to do," I replied slowly. It was time to lay out some bait. "I was telling my buddy, here, how you and I got to jacking off out behind the woodshed. He didnt want to believe me. Said hed believe it when he saw it . . . or heard it from you."

Jim just smiled. "Uh huh. Well, Tom, maybe we just ought to give David a show. You think? Or maybe I ought to take both you perverts out behind the woodshed for a good lickin with the razor strop. That sure seems to get YOUR weenie up," he said, looking at me.

"No, no, no. Thats ok, Jim," David quickly answered. Now that he had his answer he was chicken to get into this any farther.

"Hey, I thought you got a hard on just thinkin about gettin a licking. Thats what your buddy, Tom, here told me." Jim razzed David. "Huh? I think you got a hard on right now just thinking about it." Jim looked at the clear tent rising in Davids pants. "Tell you what, boys, lets make this a sportin proposition. Lets have a little fun. Im going to go get the razor strop and the three of us are going out back for a circle jerk. Last one that shoots a load out into the circle gets to take the first one who shoots over the bales for a whippin. I double dare both of you. "

With the dare Jim left no room for retreat. Besides, I think David was just as interested in playing this one through as I was. As hot as my rocks got just thinking about a session with the strap I was hoping I wouldnt shoot in my pants before we even got to the woodshed. And both Jim and David clearly had erections before we even accepted the dare.

"Youre on!" David replied, then he looked at me.

"Yep. Im in," I said. The game was afoot, as ol Watson used to say to Sherlock Holmes.

We all slugged down the last of the cold lemonade and Jim left the kitchen to get the strap from a hook on the back of the door to the bathroom. He led us, like the pied piper, out across the yard to the shed and then around behind it. The heat of the sun was fierce and the day hot as he pulled a couple of hay bales out into the open space behind the shed, stacked them, then he laid the well worn strap on the bales.

"Lets strip, boys!" Jim said with a laugh as he unbuckled his suspenders and pulled down his overalls. He stepped out of them and stood there clad only in his briefs, his hardened _c_o_c_k_ jutting out and peeking through the front at us. David peeled his tee shirt off, then his shoes, socks, and jeans while I did the same. Finally, the three of us stood there with the most ridiculous grins, each waiting for the other to take the last step. Jim went first and peeled his briefs down to bare everything. His _c_o_c_k_ was huge—at least compared to mine-- and it was hard. David and I stripped naked and waited for the circle jerk to start. Not that we had any idea how this worked: we had never even heard of a circle jerk before.

"OK," Jim said as he spit into his right hand, "pretty simple. When I say go you do whatever you like to jack the guy next to you until he shoots a load out. The three of us are going to jack each other till we cum. The goal is to hold out and be the last one to let your load fly. The first one to shoot his nuts loses. The last one to cum wins and has the choice of holding the loser down over the bales or taking the strap to the loser. Any questions?"

David and I nodded "no.". This was new territory for both of us and I thought I was about ready to shoot as soon as I grabbed hold of Davids rigid dick and felt Jims fist close around mine! This was a whole new step beyond just watching each other jack off. When I closed my right hand around David I watched him close his around Jims long, purple erection. I could feel the drops already starting to form a little dew on the tip of mine and could tell from Davids blush and rapid breathing he was feeling pretty much like I was and it would not take much for me to yank a load out of his balls. David and I just had the peach fuzz of early adolescence but Jim had a nice dark bush of curls surrounding that big hard on of his. And Jim, like me, was cut; David still had his skin.

"All right!" Jim said, his hand now squeezing my shaft. "First one shoots a load is going over those bales there for a good taste of the strap. So best hold out as best you can. Ready? Set. Go!"

Jim started a rhythmic milking action up and down my shaft, pulling his fist all the way up over the purple crown till my tip disappeared, then pulling down, and up again, the wad of saliva inside his fist helping his hand slide. Within a minute I felt that woozy elevator feeling that felt so good before shooting off and knew I had to get rolling on David or I was gonna be the first to cum. I figured we had been set up and Jim was going to win this endurance contest and the last thing I needed was to have him laying the strap on. He had biceps like lumberjack from all the farm chores. SoI moved my attention from watching David jack Jim to David and what I could do to have him cum first.

I kicked my fist into high gear and was rewarded by David raising up on his feet to try to keep from losing control. Davids foreskin pulled back to bare his dripping tip every time I pumped down his shaft. I kept pumping, leaned toward his ear, and whispered, "Come on, boy, you know you want a good lesson with that razor strop. You cum for me know and Ill make you feel a lot better after." That little message brought a surpressed primal scream from my best friend and the white jet spurted out high and hard before dropping into the dust at our feet. Seconds later Jim yanked the same from my balls. After David shot his load his knees buckled a bit but he kept jacking Jims pole until finally, a long minute later, Jim let loose himself and the three of us collapsed down to the dirt laughing.

"Champeen of the jack-offs!" he announced himself as he raised his arms in triumph. "And it looks like you ducked a lickin, Tom," he said, looking at David with a large grin. "Ever had a razor strap whippin?" he asked.

"Nope. Never." David replied. "Got it with the belt a few times, though."

That may or may not have been true. He had told me of spankings his dad had given him on the bared backside with a leather belt but I wasnt sure just how truthful that was. I know he got the paddle, though. That said, in all the stories we had swapped in our little one on one confabs I knew he had a real fascination with the razor strop and probably really did want to find out for himself. Now he was going to get it and I got to watch him.

"Well, since we have the place to ourselves, the entertainment can wait a bit, I guess. How about we all grab a cold one first, gents?" Jim stood up, pulled his briefs up over that glorious manhood of his, then pulled his overalls on.

David and I did followed suit and the three of us went back into the kitchen. Now I had never had a whole cold beer in my fourteen years of life. A couple of sips once or twice but even that was frowned on. Nonetheless, both David and I happily took one when it was offered and pretended it was nothing new for us. This was before the poptop era and Jim used the church key to open his and then passed it on. We sat there sipping this rather bitter—in my opinion—brew. But it was cold and juvenile bravado prevented my saying, "Thanks but no. . . .." Jim had been out working in the sun and in the heat of the barn until we had arrived so the first one went down pretty easily and he started a second. Where he got the beer I had no idea but I was terrified we were all going to jail if some adult walked in on us. Then David shocked me by starting in on a second can of brew! "Well all be drunk" I thought!

"OK, break time is over," Jim announced. "Time now for a little entertainment and I guess I get to be the master of ceremonies?" He laughed, tossed his can on garbage, and stood by the kitchen door waiting for us to follow. "Dont worry, kid, Ill take it easy on ya!"

David and I looked at each other, then followed Jim back out across the yard and behind the woodshed where the two bales were waiting. He took the well oiled strap from the bales and stood aside, pointing to them. "Take your pants down, boy, this is gonna be a bareass strappin. You had a good time emptying your balls and now its time to pay the piper."

It had only been about a half hour since we had all shot loads out there but I could see Jims pole once again rising hard inside his pants and tenting out the from of the worn overalls. More shocking was David. He let his pants fall to the dirt, stepped out of them, then pealed his briefs down to reveal an erection as hard as the one I had milked empty a half hour earlier!

"I see youre looking forward to this lesson with the strap," Jim said. "Tom, you get over on the other side and get hold of his arms and keep him bent over the bales. Thatll give you a nice view of the action. And you keep him in place. I mean to see he gets a good thrashing. You want a good lickin with this, right son?" he said once again looking at Davids anticipation with an erection.

"Yes, sir!" David answered as he jumped quickly into his role in this little tableaux. Buck naked he stood at the two hay bales, then lay full over them the long way offering his buttocks up on the alter for Jims attention. I stood by his head, put my hands down on his shoulders and leaned into him to keep him there.

"Tell you what. Since youre a rookie at this Ill let you off easy. Just twelve lashes. My daddy often lays on thirty or forty but you can start with a dozen. So you can count them out to yourself and know how much more you have coming. You might not think twelve is much of a licking but you will after youve had em!"

Jim pulled the strap back, took aim, and whipped it pretty hard across the mid point of Davids bared backside. The strap really cracked as it lashed home. Davids eyes flew into wide saucers as the band of searing heat burned into his buttocks. For me it was almost surreal to be standing there holding his shoulders into the bale and watching while Jim laid on a second lick, then a third, still harder, a fourth. That brought Davids howl, more like a guttural screech.

"Got your attention, now, huh? Sure hope this meets your expectations, boy. Just eight good licks to go!"

Even from my awkward vantage point I could see the wide purple swath Jim had painted across Davids backside with the strap. Once more the strap cracked loudly. Then a seemingly interminable wait of five or six seconds and the swoosh followed by the sharp crack. This was definitely not the kind of spanking I had experienced with my dads belt, this was really a whipping and I had to wonder what it felt like from Davids side. Then Jim dropped his arm down and surveyed the deep purple band.

"Half way there but I think maybe youve had a good enough taste," Jim said as he stood there looking at the results. "Tell you what, your choice if you want to finish it up and take the last six."

Then the unbelievable happened. David lay there over the hay bales, limp with his breath heaving, for a long time, probably a half minute that seemed like five minutes. I stood there with my hands relaxed on his shoulders. Ever so slightly I felt his muscles stiffen as he pressed his own chest down into that scratchy bale arching his back and raising his scalded buttocks in silent answer to Jims offer to let him off the last half dozen lashes.

Equally startling to me was to see David still had a dripping erection after six licks with the strap. When he pressed himself down and offered his seared backside for the last half dozen I saw a big grin slide onto Jims face. "Wanna see if you can take it, huh? OK. We shall see."

Jim stepped back and to the side a bit to measure his distance, took aim, took the razor strop back, and let fly with a lick as hard as he had given so far. He wasted no time laying one after another on till the twelfth cracked home across the tops of Davids crimson thighs. David had decided to test his own mettle and will and though there appeared to be tear tracks on his face he had not cried out through the last half of the ordeal. When I let go of his shoulders, however, he leaped off those bales and did a war dance that would have made a Sioux warrior proud.

While David danced Jim ducked into the barn and returned with a jar of goo he called bag balm. "We use it on the udders when they get chafed," he explained, "and this stuff is really good for any scalded or raw skin. Let me give you a little."

David stopped hopping and turned his back to Jim, then bent forward to put his hands on his knees. I knew he was proud of his red badge of courage and his erection told me he had found the experience arousing and hot. I watched while Jim stood behind, took a small handful of bag balm and gently spread it onto Davids well whipped cheeks.

"Looks to me like your buddy here could use a little consolation, Tom," Jim said. "And I think I know just what he needs, too. You ever give a blow job?"

"Nah, . . .uh . . . that is . . . I . . . dont think so," I stammered back.

"You dont THINK so?" Jim laughed. "Tom, I think you would know if you had ever given your best bud a blow job. You ever had one?"

"No," I answered honestly. Never even thought of it, really, I wanted to add, but just stood there like a cigar store Indian.

"Well, time you learned a new trick, " Jim said looking directly, daring me yet again. He continued gently to rub the balm on Davids buttocks, letting a finger roam up into the cleft in Davids cheeks now and again. Davids erection looked about ready to burst for a second time. "Just get down there on your knees and wrap your lips around that beauty, Tom, and Ill see he gives you a nice cream pie."

For the second time that afternoon I had been put into a position of compliance by my older cousin. Either experience and do something I had never done before or look like a chicken to my best buddy and my closest cousin. I locked eyes with David and he definitely wanted this to happen. So I knelt down in the dust, took my right hand, and pulled his foreskin back to bare the thick purple head glistening beneath. Opening wide I took as much into my mouth as I could and felt David pump gently forward.

On the other side cousin Jim had taken a glop of bag balm on his index finger and slid his finger up to the first knuckle into Davids tight pucker hole. Jim finger _f_u_c_k_ed him gently from behind and in less than a minute I felt Davids thrust as he cut loose for the second time that afternoon. Instinctively I reached a hand up to cup his balls as he emptied them and pulled him off with my lips while Jim continued to probe.

Thirty seconds later it was over and once again the three of use were in a heap on the ground giggling like a bunch of girls at a slumber party. The salty cream was still dripping down my chin.

This was the summer of my coming of age, I suppose, and it was only June. There was a long way to go till the school bell would ring us back after Labor Day. Already I began to wonder what the coming weeks might bring. And already I worried, too, about getting caught. For now it was time to enjoy the moment with two best friends. The Fourth of July promised to be something to remember this hot summer, I thought to myself. The fireworks. Something tied into the fireworks. I had a couple weeks to scheme.


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