I noticed him just after I had gotten in line at Wendy's. He was standing with what looked to be his mother and little brother. After watching this situation for a few moments I deduced that another woman and boy standing directly behind them were also friends. The two women would talk to each other in between trying to control the three boys while they ordered.
The boy was beautiful! Probably around fourteen years old, five-six, 110 pounds, and the bluest eyes I'd seen in a long time. His dark brown hair was mostly hidden under the ball cap on his head, but you could tell it was cut fairly short. On the back of his ball cap were the words "real cowboy" embroidered in red letters. I figured that he was a local farm boy rather than a rancher's son because he wasn't wearing boots. I also noticed that his fingers were short and stubby and loaded with hangnails. This boy worked a lot with his hands.
He was wearing a jacket that came down to his mid thigh so I couldn't get a look at his box or back end and I really tried to not appear as if I was staring at him. Of course, I noticed the other boy's as well but they weren't anything to write home about. Nice, but not like the older boy.
Usually I didn't stop at Wendy's. I'm more of a Burger King kid. But today I was hungry after school and didn't want to walk all the way down to the other burger place just to order something. My thirteen-year-old appetite got the better of me. Even though I can't seem to put any weight on my five-five frame, I have a slender, wiry body that is very well toned because of all the swimming I do at school. I'm on the swim team and spend a lot of time in the water.
Now don't get any wrong ideas about me. I'm not gay, or at least I don't think I am. Just because I sometimes think about a few of the guys on my team when I beat off doesn't mean I'm gay. All the guys check each other out in the shower. I've seen them do it too. I will admit to playing strip poker with Eric, my best friend, a couple of times and we have given each other a hand job, but that was only goofing around. One time Billy (Eric's older brother) wanted me to give him a "blow job" which I was too afraid to do. Besides, he'd just go and tell everyone about it and I couldn't risk that. Since that day though, I've thought about it a lot and wouldn't mind trying it with Eric if the opportunity ever presented itself. At least he would keep his mouth shut about it. Still, after seeing this boy at Wendy's, my desire to do it with someone else certainly increased.
The boy and his family took their lunch and made their way to the dinning area. After they sat at a table to eat, I got my stuff and headed for a spot that gave me a great view of him. Before he sat down, he took off his coat and I got a great look at his butt. It was nice too! I ate in silence trying not to make it look like I was drooling over him. One time he looked my way and I was certain that he caught me watching him. I about died.
Then it happened. I got so shook up I nearly spilled my coke. He stood up to leave and grabbed his coat from the back of the chair and held it in front of him. I was greatly disappointed at first, I wanted to see if he showed anything between his legs. But then I saw his right hand go behind the coat and I swear, it was like he rearranged his dick or something. I just sat there staring and hoping that he had. Suddenly, he started to put his coat on and stood there giving me this great side view of his pants. I almost choked, he had the biggest lump in the front of his pants that I'd ever seen. It had to be hard and sticking straight out. My five incher instantly sprang to attention under my jeans. He stood there just long enough for me to get a really good look before he slipped his coat on and covered up. For some reason, I thought he had wanted me to see him from the side, like he was showing off or something.
I watched him leave with his family without even blinking. Carrying my school books in front of me to hide my state of arousal, I made a bee line for home and the privacy of my bedroom. I needed to have some time alone to relieve the pressure. Once there, I shot one load really fast and a second while taking my time to fantasize what it would be like to have him in my mouth. I knew I wanted to get to know that boy.
The next day after school, I almost ran to Wendy's hoping that he might be there. I ordered something and sat wondering if he would show up again. Forty-five minutes later I left without seeing him. I had some more urgent business that popped up to take care of at home.
For the next three days I hurried to Wendy's after school hoping that he would be there. Each time I left disappointed. I was just about to give up and go back to Burger King, but I decided to give it one more try.
I got there right after school and ordered something to eat. He wasn't anywhere to be seen so I sat and ate while doing some homework. About ten minutes later I looked up and there he was sitting at a table right across from me. He was alone, sipping on a coke, and looking right at me. My heart started racing and I instantly got hard. Something told me this was going to be very interesting!
We sat there looking at each other for about five minutes. I didn't know what to do or say. Then I got this idea. I got up from the table and walked right past him and headed into the john. Like I said, I was instantly hard when I saw him sitting there and I walked past him with my pants tenting straight out in front of me. I don't think anyone else in the place noticed, but, I'm certain he did.
I stood in front of the urinal fumbling with the zipper in my jeans. Once it was out, I leaned forward slightly to made it look like I was taking a whiz and slowly stroked myself. About two minutes later I heard the door open and looked up briefly as he stepped up to the next urinal. I tried to see as much as I could, looking side ways without actually turning my head, while he worked to free his dick from the front of his pants. My ears told me he was actually taking a leak.
I just stood there. I didn't know what to do. Suddenly, he said, "You know, you really shouldn't walk around in public with a boner. You could get into trouble."
My face turned the brightest shade of red. "What kind of trouble?" I stammered.
"Gee, I don't know" he answered, "If I did that, my dad would beat my ass something terrible."
I got the idea that he didn't approve. Somehow, this suddenly didn't seem like such a good idea after all. "Oh God!" I thought, "I picked the wrong kid to try this with," and braced for a punch. Trying to recapture my nerve, I said, "Well, he isn't here to do it, and from what I can tell, there isn't anyone else here that can."
He smiled slightly and said, "Want to bet?"
The last thing I wanted to do was get into a fight in the bath room at Wendy's. But, I figured the best defense was a good bluff. "Yeah!" I said, in the toughest tone I could.
"You're on, asshole!" he said.
"We can't do it in here," I demanded.
"O. K.," he answered. "I know just the place."
"Lead the way!" I said. At least I wasn't going to get beat up in the restaurant.
"I'll wait outside," he said, pointing toward the door.
Once he was gone, I almost panicked! "Oh _s_h_i_t_!" I thought. "This kid is going to kill me." There was no way I was going to avoid having to fight him. I timidly opened the door of the john not knowing what waited for me on the other side. Looking out, I saw him standing in the parking lot waiting for me. I slowly made my way back to my table and gathered my things before turning and walking toward the door.
When he saw me, he said, "Come on, I know the perfect place." And took off ahead of me. I followed silently.
After we walked in silence for about two blocks, I asked him, "Where are you going?"
Without breaking stride, he said, "Someplace private."
Private? What the hell does he mean private? I wasn't so sure I wanted to fight someone in "Private." At least if it was in public, there might be someone who would stop the fight if I was getting beat up too bad.
I was just about to turn and run when he said, "there" and pointed to this old barn.
He led and I trudged after. He certainly didn't seem so attractive now. However, I still eyed the back of his jeans. It was a thing of beauty.
The barn was really dark and musty. It probably hadn't been used in years. Once we were both inside, he swung the creaky door closed and I found myself in total darkness. Again, my heart jumped in my chest. This was creepy. In a few seconds, my eyes adjusted to the light and I could see pretty well. He was standing there looking at me. "Well?" I said, "lets do it."
"No so fast, asshole," he said. "What's the bet?"
"Bet?" I said, not understanding what he said. "What bet?" That's when I noticed the bulge in his pants. The kid was as hard as a rock! He didn't bring me here to fight. He wanted something else, only I didn't know what?
"You know," he started saying. "I bet that I could beat your ass and you bet that I couldn't. So, what are we betting for?"
"I don't have any money," I said quickly.
"I'll tell you what, I win, I _f_u_c_k_ you!" he dared.
"_f_u_c_k_ me?" I stuttered, I'd never ever thought about doing that before. I wasn't even sure I could do that.
"Up the ass," he said, gesturing with his finger for emphasis.
I swallowed hard. My eyes were probably as big around as golf balls. "What do I get out of it if I win?"
"You can beat my ass," he said, grinning. "I'm strictly a virgin!"
"You want to _f_u_c_k_ me," I said, wanting to be sure.
"That's the idea," he said, the grin getting wider.
This was to _f_u_c_k_ing weird to be for real. I started giggling. "I thought you wanted to fight me!" I managed to say. "I thought you were serious."
He let me stand there laughing for the longest time. He was slightly smiling. Once I controlled myself, he said, "I am serious, You are going to get a spanking - a real hard spanking, one where you won't be able to sit for a week." He wasn't joking around. I could tell, he meant what he said. I couldn't believe it! He actually intended to give me a spanking. "And what's more," he added, "I'm going to use that paddle hanging on the wall too."
I moved my head to see where he was pointing. Sure enough, there was a mean looking paddle hanging from a nail. The next thing I knew, I was on the ground sucking air. He'd taken me by surprise and tackled me. He wiggled around and held me by one arm and leg. I was pinned and couldn't even breathe let alone move. "Stop!" I yelled. "Get off me!"
"No way ass-hole!" he breathed in my ear. "I'm going to beat your ass, then I'm going to _f_u_c_k_ it." From out of no where, his right hand made contact with my left cheek. "Whap!" The blow stung enough to make me wince. In rapid fire succession five more landed on my backside.
"Ouch! _d_a_m_n_ it, that hurt!" I yelped. "Stop it!"
"You going to let me spank you for real?".
"_f_u_c_k_ no!" I screamed. "Let me up!"
"Unh uh, pal," he said. "Not till you let me use the paddle."
"Please...I can't breathe!."
"You promise?" he asked. "Promise that you will let me use the paddle!"
"_f_u_c_k_ you!" I managed to say. He simply squeezed tighter.
"Say it, ass-hole!"
I couldn't breathe. This son of a bitch wasn't going to let up until I let him paddle my ass. "No!" I hissed, "I can't breathe!"
"Say it!" he said, firmly. "Say it!"
I was beaten, I couldn't breathe. He had me and the only way I was going to be let up was by agreeing to let him use that paddle on my ass. "OK, OK!" I yelled. "I'll take the paddle!"
"Any way I want to?" he asked, giving me one last squeeze.
"Ouch!" I yelled. "Any way you want! Just let me up!"
Gingerly, he let his grip go. He braced himself, just in case I came up swinging. I wasn't going to move, though. I had barely enough strength left to breathe. I couldn't have hit him if I wanted to and just laid there gasping for air
"Remember," he said firmly. "You have to let me use the paddle on you."
I was defeated. This boy was going to paddle my ass then ram his dick up it by way of a bet. All I could say was, "I know."
He let me take a few minutes to catch my breath then said, "OK, get up." I struggled to my feet and watched him retreat into the shadows. Momentarily he was back carrying an old straight backed chair. He placed it in the middle of the barn and then plopped down on it before looking up at me. "OK," he said, "Go get me the paddle!"
I struggled to get off the ground and stood motionless for a minute catching my breath. There was no way I could escape from him and I certainly didn't have the strength to force my way out of the barn. The only option I had was to accept the paddling. This was almost unbelievable. I hadn't been spanked in years and now someone I didn't even know was about to do it to me. Of course, the spanking was a concern, but the other part had me in a panic.
"I told you to get the paddle," the boy said. "Get moving!"
Looking back at him in wide eyed disbelief, I said, "You aren't serious are you?"
"Hell yes, I'm serious," he answered, an evil smile spreading across his face. "I saw you watching me the last time I was at Wendy's, you embarrassed me in front of my family by staring. I've been wanting to teach you a lesson ever since, and believe me, you are going to get a very hard lesson."
"Look," I said. "I'm really sorry that I embarrassed you, I apologize. It will never happen again."
"That's for sure," he laughed. "When I get done with you, I'll guarantee you'll not be wanting to stare at anyone else again."
"Come on," I pleaded. "I said I was sorry."
"Just sorry about getting your ass beat, I'll bet," he said. "Go get the paddle!"
He was determined. There was no way out of this, I was beaten. All I could do was follow his instructions. Moments later I was standing in front of him, waiting for him to take the paddle from my outstretched hand. Without thinking, my free hand found its way to my butt in an effort to stop the tingling sensation that had suddenly begun.
He took the paddle from me and gave it a swift practice swing. "This is going to be good," he said, smiling up at me. "Now, get those pants off."
Seconds later, I was standing there with my jeans down around my knee's. My dick was still hard and pushing out the front of my briefs. A small wet spot had formed just below the waist band where the head of my _c_o_c_k_ was hidden by the white cotton fabric. By this time, I was beyond being embarrassed by the fact he was staring at the tent in my shorts.
"Over my knee," he said, taking my arm.
Silently, I lowered myself across his lap. I hadn't been in this position for a long time, but I certainly remembered what it felt like. That old familiar feeling in my stomach returned and I swallowed hard trying to make it go away.
He lightly patted me on the back of my briefs and said, "I don't suppose we need these, do we?" Without waiting for a word from me, he pushed them down on top of my jeans and slowly rubbed my bare butt. I started sweating.
"I've been wanting to do this to somebody," he explained. "Your ass is as good as anyone's. You ever been spanked before?"
"Sure," I answered truthfully. "When I was a kid."
"Who spanked you the most?" He asked. "Your Mom or your Dad?"
"My Dad."
"What did he use on you?" He probed, still rubbing my bare skin.
"A belt."
"Ever had a paddle used on you?"
"No,"
"Well then," he laughed. "You are in store for a real treat."
Suddenly, he raised the paddle and slammed it down onto my bare ass. I let out a yelp as the pain shot through my system. "_f_u_c_k_!" I screamed at him. "That hurt!"
"No _s_h_i_t_," he said. "Not near as much as its going too."
SMACK! SMACK! SLAP!
"Aaawwwl!"
SLAP! SMACK!
"Owwwww!"
It was all I could do to keep from screaming out with the pain. Each time that paddle landed, I bucked, trying to escape from his grasp. This was a lot worse than I remembered my Dad doing to me.
SMACK! SLAP! SMACK!
"You going to stare at anyone else?" He asked, pausing momentarily.
"No!" I yelled. "Never!"
SMACK! SMACK!
"Ahhhhhh," I screamed, determined not to cry.
SMACK! SLAP!
"Owwwww!"
Time after time he slammed that paddle down onto my ass and the pain was almost unbearable. However, there was absolutely no way I was going to let him make me cry. I simply refused to give into him. Call it macho or whatever you want, but I was determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry.
SMACK! SMACK!
"Ahhhhh!"
SLAP! SMACK!
"_f_u_c_k_!" I screamed. "You ever going to stop!"
"I'm going to teach you not to stare at people," he said, slamming the paddle onto my ass again.
SMACK!
He must have hit me thirty or forty times. Each swat hurt more than the one before. My ass was on fire! All I could do was wiggle and scream. I did a lot of both, too. At some point, my legs started bouncing up and down, almost keeping time with the blows. Suddenly, I couldn't control myself any longer and started crying like a baby. Tears rolled down my nose and dropped unceremoniously onto the hard dirt floor. He had finally broken me. I could take no more.
The spanking stopped abruptly. I was too busy trying to recover to see him drop the paddle in the dirt. However, I noticed right away when his finger pushed roughly up into me. The real pain came when he pushed the second one in. I wasn't prepared for this. Hell, I'd never even thought about doing this before. He didn't care. I was his to use any way he wanted.
"Get up," he demanded, helping me to my feet. "I'm going to _f_u_c_k_ you."
I managed to stand uneasily and felt his hands pressing on my shoulder's, trying to force me to bend at the waist.
"Spread your leg's apart," he insisted.
Doing as I was told, I bent forward and moved my feet apart. Instantly, I felt something cold and greasy being smeared around the entrance. Several times he forced his lubricated finger into my ass, working it in as far as he could. This wasn't going to be fun.
He removed his finger quickly, leaving me with this strange empty feeling inside. Suddenly, I felt something a lot bigger than his finger poised at the opening. I took a deep breath and braced myself for his _c_o_c_k_.
"Just relax," he said. "It won't hurt as much if you relax your ass."
Slowly he started forward. Pushing a little harder, he forced the head of his _c_o_c_k_ past the opening and started pushing it into me. I screamed in pain and begged him to pull it out. He pushed again and his _c_o_c_k_ slid all the way into me.
"Ahhhhhhh!" I yelled. "Take it out, take it out!"
"It'll stop hurting in a few minutes," he explained. "Then it will feel real good. But, you got to relax."
I took a series of deep breaths. He'd told me to relax, but that was easier said than done. I'd never felt anything like it before, the pain was incredible. The spanking hadn't hurt as much as his _c_o_c_k_ did. Fighting back tears, I again begged him to take it out.
"Just relax your ass, man," he insisted. "It won't hurt if you relax."
The pain did start to die down a little as I relaxed. The deep breathing really helped until he started the slow pumping action with his hips. Little by little he'd pull out and then force it back in until I could feel his pubic hair touch my scorched skin. Somehow, he was able to build up a steady rhythm and the pain slowly started to disappear.
"That's it," he moaned, his _c_o_c_k_ sliding in and out of me effortlessly. "That's more like it."
By now, I was starting to get into what was happening. Once the pain stopped and I relaxed, a new sensation started building, something I'd never felt before. All of a sudden, I was pushing back into him, meeting each thrust, as he rammed his _c_o_c_k_ into me. Without warning, his _c_o_c_k_ hit something inside me that set off bells and whistles. My cum started boiling deep in my balls and suddenly erupted onto the floor below me. I'd just had an orgasm of gigantic proportion without touching myself. I must have clamped down on his _c_o_c_k_ while I came and pushed him over the edge. He jammed his _c_o_c_k_ into me one last time and let go, shooting his hot seed deep into my ass. We almost fell over in our moment of release.
Gasping for air, he said, "_f_u_c_k_ that was good!"
"I've never felt anything like that before," I rasped, trying to get my breath.
In one quick motion he pulled out, leaving me sucking for air. My ass was sore, inside and out. But, I had a smile on my face. It was wonderful, I'd never felt this good before.
We didn't say much as we dressed. He finally broke the silence by asking, "I really didn't hurt you did I?"
"The spanking hurt like hell," I answered.
"Yeah," he grinned. "I did give it to you good, didn't I?"
"I'll say," I said, rubbing my ass. "I haven't been spanked in years."
"Someone had to teach you a lesson," he said, sternly.
"I'm a slow learner," I said, with a smile. "I might need to take that class again."