Disclaimer: This is a fictional story containing descriptions of _s_e_x_ual activities between boys and sometimes others. DO NOT READ IT IF IT IS ILLEGAL FOR YOU TO DO SO, e. g., you are not old enough.
After my spanking session with Brad on Wednesday, I was eager to get a chance to do it with him again. We didn't do anything yesterday, which was Thursday. I wanted to give my butt a chance to recover, even though it hadn't really been beaten that badly. Also, Brad's mom decided it would be a good day for them to do housecleaning, and that took up most of Brad's day. Today, on the other hand, I was hoping that we could get together for a little fun.
When I got up this morning my alarm clock said 9:47. I had a boner, which is usual when I wake up. I turned onto my stomach so that it pressed against my mattress, and started humping. I was still in a dreamy state, and my dreams turned to thoughts of Brad. I thought of him naked, and with a boner, and instead of my bed, I was now humping Brad, our dicks grinding against each other's stomach. Then Brad was spanking me while I was still humping someone.
Then I drifted back into full consciousness, and decided I'd better get up before I made a mess in my bed. Climbing out of bed, I stepped into the bathroom to take a piss. My dick was still half-hard, so I had to bend it down a little to get my piss into the pot. I finished, shaking the last drops of urine off my dick, flushed, washed, and went downstairs to the kitchen to rustle up some breakfast. Mom and Dad were both at work, of course, so I had the house to myself until Mom came home around three o'clock. Mrs. Young would come over to check on me at about noon, though, if I didn't go over there first.
I fixed some toast to eat with my Fruit Loops, and washed it down with some orange juice. As I was eating I started thinking about Brad and our spankings again. Naturally, I got a boner again, and it stuck up through the hole of the boxers I wear to bed. I knew I'd have to take care of that before the morning was over.
Finishing my breakfast, I took my dishes to the sink and went upstairs to shower. I went to the bathroom and stripped off my clothes. I took a minute to brush my teeth, then went to turn on the shower. As I walked around the bathroom, I enjoyed the way my hard _c_o_c_k_ swung back and forth with my movements, and decided it was time to get myself off. After I got the water adjusted, I spit on my hand to make it slick, then brought it down to start pleasuring myself.
The water sprayed down on my back as I stroked myself, occasionally re-lubing my hand. I started thinking about Brad again, and imagined that he was there with me, also stroking himself. Then he was reaching out and taking my _c_o_c_k_ in his hand, and I reached over to masturbate him. With these erotic thoughts in my head, I pumped ferociously, and soon reached my orgasm. I wailed and moaned, knowing no one was home to hear my screams.
"AAUUGHH! YES! OHHHH! YESSSS!"
It wasn't the greatest orgasm, but felt good nonetheless. I made sure all my cum went down the drain, then set about washing myself.
Finishing up, I dried myself, wrapped a towel around my waist, and went to my room to dress in a pair of shorts and t-shirt, my normal summer garb. It was about eleven o'clock by this time. I went down to the living room to read for awhile.
Over an hour had passed, and Mrs. Young still hadn't stopped in to check on me, so I decided to go to their house instead, hoping also to get Brad to join me for a little fun.
"Oh. Hi, Ryan," said Mrs. Young as I stepped into their house and entered the kitchen, where she and Brad were seated at the table. "We were just finishing lunch. How are you today?"
"Fine," I answered, then greeted my friend. "Hi, Brad."
"Hi," he returned.
"What have you been up to today," asked Mrs. Young.
"Not much. Just doing some reading," I said.
"That's nice. I keep telling Brad he should read more, but he just likes to play video games and sports. I guess he takes after his dad in that respect."
"I like to read comic books," interjected Brad.
"I suppose you do. You know what I mean, though."
I sat down at the table with them.
"Bradley and I have been sorting through things in the basement today. You should see how nice it looks down there now," said Mrs. Young.
"Yeah, we got rid of a lot of junk," said Brad. "Mom wanted to get rid of my old toys, though."
"You really don't need those things anymore. They're just taking up room."
"I still want them," Brad said.
"We'll see," said Mrs. Young, as she got up from the table. "So, do you boys have any big plans for today?"
"Do you want to come over and play 'Doom,' Brad?" I asked, hoping he would catch my drift.
He gave me a sly look and said, "Sure."
"That's fine," said Mrs. Young, "but Brad needs to do the dishes first."
"Yes, Mom," whined Brad.
"I'm exhausted from all that work in the basement," said Mrs. Young. "I'm going to take a nap for awhile. You boys behave yourselves, OK?"
"OK," I said, and Brad answered likewise. As she left to take her nap, though I thought that she probably wouldn't appreciate what we were planning for the afternoon.
"Come on, dude," I said, eager to get my plan underway. "Let's get those dishes done. I'll help you."
"Cool."
We carried the dishes over to the sink and Brad started running the water.
"You're really anxious to play 'Doom' again, aren't you?" asked Brad.
"Yeah, aren't you?"
"Yeah. Actually, I was wondering when we were going to do it again."
Brad washed the dishes and I rinsed and within a few minutes we were done. There weren't that many dishes, because Brad's family washes their dishes after every meal, unlike mine, which waits until the dishes are stacked up high before we attack them.
"Come on. Let's go," said Brad, running to the door, with me at his heels. We went over to my house and up to my room. I closed and locked my door, then sat down at my computer to start up Doom.
"What are you doing?" yelled Brad. "I thought we were going to give each other spankings."
"We are. I'm just doing this in case your mom comes over or something."
"Oh," he said.
I finished, and walked over to where he was sitting on my bed.
"Same rules as last time?" I asked.
"Yeah, except we should do it bare-assed from the start this time."
"Sure."
"And," he continued, "do you want to make it a little more interesting?"
"How's that?"
"How about we make it for two minutes each instead of one?"
I thought about it. One minute made my ass tender last time. Still, it seemed really _s_e_x_y, and I knew I couldn't refuse, even if I'd pay for it later.
"Sure," I said. "Who goes first this time?"
"I'll spank you first this time," he said.
I started to undress, beginning with my shoes and socks, and noticed that Brad was undressing also, even though his turn wouldn't come until later. I undid my shorts and took them and my underwear off, exposing my already hard dick. I wiggled my hips back and forth so my dick bounced, making Brad laugh. He copied me, doing it with even more exuberance, so his _c_o_c_k_ was flopping all over the place, sending the two of us into fits of hysterics.
I then removed my shirt, even though it was unnecessary. I figured it would be even more erotic to be spanked totally naked. I watched as Brad removed his last piece of clothing also and sat down on my bed, ready to administer my spanking.
"Come over here, naughty little boy," he said.
I went over to him and laid across his lap. My _c_o_c_k_ felt good pressing into his thighs. He put his left hand across my bare back. His right rested on my butt.
"Don't forget to set your watch," I reminded him.
"Oh, yeah," he said as he removed his watch and proceeded to set it. It's a good thing I reminded him, or who knows how long I would have gotten my ass beaten. I heard a final beep, then felt a searing pain in my ass.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The first few hits caught me off guard and I let out a cry and jerked.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"You wimp," said Brad, referring to my initial reaction.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"You think that was bad?!!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Just wait until I'm through with you."
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
He went into a series of fast ones then.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Your ass is already red," he said.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I started letting out grunts and moans.
SMACK! "Ooofff!" SMACK! "Ohhh!" SMACK! "Aahhh!" SMACK! "Oohhh!" SMACK! "Uughh!"
If anything, I think this only amused him, and he began to spank even harder.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"This will teach you to behave," he said, getting into his role as disciplinarian.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"I'll tan your hide . . ."
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
". . . until you can't sit down for a week!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"You bad little boy!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"You really needed beaten . . ."
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
". . . on your bare bottom!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
My ass was really burning by this time as I continued my yelling.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I was even starting to get tears in my eyes from the pain.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Then the alarm went off. Brad stopped his spanking and looked at my ass.
"Wow! It's really red," he said.
"It hurt!" I said.
I just laid there on his lap, waiting for the stinging to die down. I felt Brad place his hand on my ass, gently caressing it.
"That feels good," I said.
Brad didn't say anything, but continued massaging my battered behind as I gathered my strength so I could do similar work to his backside. This went on for a couple minutes before I decided it was time to seek my compensation. I arose from Brad's lap and got a grin on my face as I said, "Your turn."
Brad got up and I sat down in his place, and waited as Brad positioned himself across my lap. I took his watch and set it for two minutes, then started it as I went to town on Brad's butt.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Brad just lay there, although I could feel him wince occasionally as I struck him.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I was determined to make him start crying out as I had done, and began hitting with even heavier blows.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
And it worked. Soon Brad was yelping and whining.
SMACK! SMACK! "Ohhh!" SMACK! SMACK! "Aahhh!" SMACK! SMACK! "Aargh!" SMACK! SMACK! "Ooohh!" SMACK! SMACK! "Ohhhh!"
I continued with my heavy hits, and Brad continued with his wailing.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Then I let up a little bit, but not much.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Brad continued his moans, although not with as much intensity.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Then I felt something interesting.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
It was Brad . . .
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
. . . humping my lap!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Yes, it was unmistakeable.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
His hips were grinding his hard little boner into my legs.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
His cries were changing into gasps of mixed pain and _s_e_x_ual pleasure.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Brad was really getting into it, and his once barely perceptible gyrations were now fullfledged humps that moved my own body.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
His bobbing rear end was now bright red as I continued to wallop it.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Then the alarm went off, and I stopped.
"Keep going!" gasped Brad.
I wasn't going to argue with him, and continued to spank him.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Almost . . .," said Brad.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
". . . there."
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Just then Brad went into a series of short, fast thrusts. I felt his body spasm and his dick throbbing against my legs. Then he went still. I stopped my spanking.
"Whoa! Did you just cum?" I asked, stating the obvious.
Brad just lay there, and I started caressing his bright red buttcheeks as he had done me. After a minute Brad raised his head and said, "That was awesome."
I continued caressing him for another few minutes before Brad got up and laid down to the right of me on my bed, his now-limp _c_o_c_k_ flopped over to the side.
My own _c_o_c_k_ was still rock-hard and in need of attention. I leaned back on my bed and grasped my hand around it, starting to jerk myself off. I was kind of disappointed that Brad had already gotten off because now I had to jerk off by myself.
Or so I thought! Suddenly I felt another hand on my _c_o_c_k_. Brad had reached over and was touching my _c_o_c_k_! And I let him. Pulling my hand out of the way, I felt Brad replace my grasp. He just felt it for a moment, gently squeezing the unfamiliar prick. It felt so good. Then he started slowly pumping up and down.
I looked over at him. He was engrossed in what he was doing, just staring at my _c_o_c_k_ as he masturbated me. I looked down at his _c_o_c_k_, which had become semi-stiff again already. I reached over and took it in my hand, the first _c_o_c_k_ I have ever felt besides my own. I just felt it for a minute as it became stiffer in my hand. Then I grasped it between my fingers and thumb and started giving him the same pleasure he was giving me.
With my left hand on his prick, my right hand reached over to caress his chest. I started out with his left nipple, then went to his right.
"Mmmmm," he moaned, as he reached over to do the same to me.
I went from his nipples down his chest to his smooth stomach, gently running my hand in circles across his chest and stomach.
I tried to control my breathing, which was now rapid and gasping. I knew I wouldn't last much longer, and started bucking my hips against Brad's hand and letting out groans. Brad sensed this and increased his pace, eager to bring me off.
"I'm almost there," I gasped.
Brad kept up his pumping to the very end.
"I'm CUMMINGGG!" I yelled, as my sperm flew from my _c_o_c_k_, hitting my chin, the next spurts landing on my chest, finally dribbling onto my stomach and Brad's hand. He just continued milking my dick, not minding my cum on his hand, until I finished and pushed his hand away.
I then propped myself up on my elbow and pushed Brad back onto the bed to finish bringing him off for the second time that afternoon. I closed my right hand around his erection and cupped his balls with my left, gently fondling them. I started jerking him rapidly, and was rewarded with his cries of pleasure.
"Ohh. Yessss!"
I tightened my grip and continued pumping.
"Mmmm. Ughhhh."
He started bucking his hips.
"Aahhh. Ahhhh."
Then he went tense, his dick throbbing violently, and he let out a yell.
"AAUUHHHH!!!"
Once again, he went still, totally relaxed. I lay back and started caressing his chest again. I looked over at him. He was lying there with his eyes closed, enjoying the afterglow. He looked so beautiful, I just wanted to kiss him, but felt that would be too much.
Brad opened his eyes and we just started at each other for a moment. Something new and special had definitely entered our relationship.
"What time is it?" asked Brad.
"Quarter after one," I said, looking over at my clock.
"I'm tired," he said. "Think we have time for a nap?"
I realized that I was also exhausted.
"Yeah," I said, " but we'd better get dressed first."
"I suppose," said Brad.
We quietly got up and cleaned ourselves off, then put on our shorts and shirts. I set my alarm clock so we didn't sleep too long. Mom might find it a little odd to come home and see us taking a nap together.
We got into my bed side by side so that I was facing his back. I placed my arm around him, and we went to sleep.
End of Chapter 3
Next - Chapter 4: The Shed
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