Larry 13A "Tom, Aaron, and to be sure, Larry!"
Yes, no question about it. Time to make a move. After all, what's the point of having Tom here with Harry, if you don't help him along a bit at least or. . .
"So, Tom. How goes it since the last time you were here?" I pointedly questioned him directly.
Tom had had several drinks by now and was looser than I had seen him before but he still keep a certain distance. He stood there erect and tall in a pair of tight jeans, tight enough to show his basket, and a body clinging light tan knit shirt, open at the collar.
"Ah. Fine, Sir. Things have been fine, Sir, really" tipping his glass my way. "Going good."
"Harry treating you OK?" I smiled and he smiled back coyly, glancing quickly at Harry who was close to out of it on the sofa beside me, his hand having moved to over Aaron's shoulder, his eyes focused obviously on Aaron's you know what inside those shiny black nylon jogging shorts.
"Most of the time, Sir, yea, most of the time he tries and all, you know." He smiled and almost appeared to wink. Larry clapped him on the shoulder.
"That sounds like unconvincing to me. That what you really want?" Larry said. "Tell Cal what you told me, you know, about your grades and all."
"Ah," Tom sent darted looks toward Larry and me both, "Well, like yea, but nothing wrong with a 'C' in Harry's mind."
I laughed, "Larry tell you what happened when he brought home a 'C'?"
Larry laughed too.
"Ah, yea, he did," Tom smiled, "but maybe you're a better tutor for Larry? And, I mean, I'm not so smart."
Larry and I exchanged stares. The problem wasn't Tom, but Harry. We both knew it. Harry, still sitting quietly, had at least taken enough initiative to move his hand over Aaron's shoulder and onto his now erect left pec as Aaron clenched, struggling to sit still on the floor in front of him. Aaron was very uncomfortable.
I continued looking directly at Tom. I knew what this boy needed that Harry couldn't give him. It was actually quiet obvious.
"Come here, Tom." I spoke in a tone not to be ignored. Tom put down his drink and came to where I was sitting. He stood erect, _c_o_c_k_y, handsome in front of me. We stared at each other for the longest time while his concern was building. His jeans were tight, still showing a nice, firm basket, as a kid that age can do. I looked him over carefully, up and down. He was embarrassed, ill at ease, at the way he was standing and the way I was looking. He began to shuffle a bit on his feet. The room was like a tomb, eerily silent.
"How old are you now, son?" I spoke first.
"Seventeen, Sir." He replied quickly, succinctly.
"Good." I replied, reaching up and grabbing the front of his belt, yanking him much closer while I remained seated. "Time I get you out of these things."
I began to unbuckle it, taking my time, not wanting to panic the boy.
Tom, at first, put his hands down to stop me, but then quickly removed them, shut his eyes, and instead dropped his hands to his sides. He stood perfectly still, very stiffly, as I removed his thin shiny black leather belt, pulling it out of the hooks and completely off his body. He remained perfectly still, as a statue, though I doubled his think belt in my hand and looked at it a bit. It was thin enough to have done a good job if I needed to whip him with it. I wonder if Harry had ever used it on him? Probably not. It didn't show any signs of flexibility from use.
When I put his belt down beside me, I began unzipping his jeans, intent on pulling those jeans down his thighs. His fly separated, his white cotton briefs came into view with a nice, bulging basket hidden inside. As soon as his jeans were off his waist his strong hairless thighs and calves were exposed as I tugged down his jeans, more slowly, looking closely. Tom was left standing there in just his nice white briefs, his shirt not quite reaching down to meet them, thus exposing his belly button and a slight wisp of soft hair traveling down and under the gum top of those freshly laundered briefs. I wondered if he's changed them before coming over?
His jeans were now clumped around his ankles. He stood like a statue, eyes shut, head bend. He looked like he might be about to cry, or maybe just object, or maybe some other adolescent fantasy?
"Harry do this for you sometimes?" I questioned.
"No, Sir, never" he replied, then added "but I learned last time I have to do whatever a man tells me to. You taught me that lesson well, Sir. I don't ever argue or disobey anymore. When Harry tells me to strip, I do!" Tom paused, looked at me and smiled, "but Harry only does it if I'm gonna get spanked." He smiled. "You gonna spank me, Sir? I didn't do nothing wrong, did I?"
"I didn't say you did, my boy." I replied reaching up and patting the back of his right thigh. "But when you're in my house, I'll decide when this little bottom here needs warmed up real good regardless of whether you did something wrong or not."
He scowled but didn't move or say anything. I was patting his white cotton bottom now. Then, concentrating on that bulge that seemed to grow under my stare as I spoke to him and patted his ass, I pulled his cotton briefs down just a bit in the front slowly. Immediately his _c_o_c_k_ sprang noticeably firmer inside his briefs. Tom was gritting his teeth, his eyes shut tightly. He wasn't used to being handled or talked to like this especially in front of the others, but it was caused him to become erect and no matter how embarrassed he was right now, he knew better than to try to resist me.
"Let's just have you step out of these jeans, son."
He stabilized his balance with his hand on my shoulder and kicked off his penny loafers doing exactly as I said, kicking his jeans to one side now in a unceremonious clump. All that remains on his solidly teenage frame was his polo. And, of course, his clean white briefs.
I reached around, grabbing his bottom, my fingers protruding, forcing the materials to part his buns as I looked. "You just kick your cloths aside like that at Harry's?" I asked.
His eyes bulged surprise at my question.
"I suggest you pick them up now and fold them to and quickly too or I'm going to be forced to tan your hide, son. You don't do that in this house." I patted his still covered bottom again just as he scurried to move.
Immediately he reached down and retrieved the jeans, folding them, and placing them neatly on the chair.
"Sorry, Sir." He said concerned, "Harry never cared. It won't happen again, Sir." He walked back standing close and again in front of me.
"That a boy," I grabbed his thigh and caressed his nice cotton covered basket. "Now, what say ya' we just get these down out of the way," I said, my fingers now inside those gum tops and beginning to tug his briefs, "let's just see what ya got here, shall we?"
Though he immediately tensed, gripping his eyes closed like vices, I paid him no attention and pulled down those nice briefs. His fine _c_o_c_k_ and tight balls exploded into public view only made all the more attractive by the tightness with which he has contracted all his muscles. His bare bottom was even more finely sculpted because of the way he was holding himself so rigidly? I smiled to myself looking him over now. Why does a young man never seem to realize his embarrassment and clenching only make him more appealing? His boyhood was there.
And, his young _c_o_c_k_ and balls somewhat hidden by his short hairs and even his bare bottom were all there now, open to me for whatever might happen next.
Leading him gently, I helped him out of his briefs and sat them beside me.
There he stood, Harry's boy, there in a polo, but the often washed polo couldn't hide this seventeen year old boy's youthful bottom or fine _c_o_c_k_. I turned him around, touching and looking. He was the way I wanted him. He had obeyed quickly, without hesitation, through he was ill at ease, scared, and embarrassed. I cupped the bottom of his buns, making him more uncomfortable, playing with their vulnerability, patting them. His doubled over think belt still sat there beside me ready to be used on him. His own eyes were also looking at it, noticing the use to which it could be put.
"Too bad you obeyed so quickly," I said, "This little bottom here looks like it could use some time over my knee. It's pretty white. And, I'm sure you could profit from it too. Been a while since Harry's spanked you, Tommy, hasn't it?"
"Ah. . ." he seemed taken back by the directness of my question, "maybe over two weeks, Sir, but I've been good" he seemed to recover his composure smiled, knowing what he needed. Boys always know, even if they won't say it to you. Takes some time to learn how to read a kid like this, but once you do. Well, he clenched his bare cheeks tightly in my hands and made no movement of resistance or objections. "But the last time it wasn't too hard really, Sir."
"Well, in that case, son, maybe I'll just have to give you a good long one while you're here. What do you say to that, Tom?" I smiled, my hand on his pure white and very bare bottom.
There wasn't a mark or hint of redness anywhere on either cheek as I thrust him forward a bit and inspected them. No wonder his grades weren't really improving. No boy in my house's bare bottom would ever be permitted to become so white. Never was, either. It just wasn't healthy for the boy -- especially a young teenage boy Tom's age and like this one.
I was getting up for this one. No reason to have him around like this if I wasn't going to give him a good one this time. Having a new boy, especially one who's not really sure what he's facing always makes for an interesting one. I'd spank this one. My hunch is he knew it too.
His eyes remained clenched tightly closed, his head still down, making no effort to look at me now. "I know it's up to you, Sir." His cheeks were tight as steel.
"How right you are, son. How right you are." I patted them, "but anyway later, let's hold off for now, though. Right now I just want to see this little seventeen year old butt bare, Tommy, that's all." I smiled, holding it and still exploring it. He was trying to stand still. "You mind, son?"
"No, Sir. It's, well, it's just no one has ever made me do this or talked to me like this, that's all. It. . ., it makes me kind'a scared." He stared at the floor embarrassed, shifting on his feet, as I ran my hands over his body, especially enjoying his young ass, chest and _c_o_c_k_, fingering him at will.
"Good!" this boy has promise, I thought to myself. "Probably should be. I know it hurts when it's time for a spanking. So, for now, just sit here beside me. Maybe I won't need to give you one just now after all. Larry, bring over Tom's drink, and let's all talk a bit."
Tom sat, one hand covered his _c_o_c_k_, until I pushed it roughly way, replacing it with my own hand instead.
"You don't ever do that, son. You be proud of what you got and sit up nice and straight and don't you ever hesitate to show it when a man wants to look you over. Hear me, son?"
"Ah, yes, Sir, but. . . "
"You want a spanking right now, son?"
"No, No, Sir. Please, I didn't mean that at all. . ."
"They you settle yourself down here, son."
Tom was embarrassed with my hand, but he settled down and adjusted to trying to be good sitting beside me. He'd get a spanking soon enough, I knew. His tight little bottom needed it more that Harry had been giving it to him. Maybe I'd have to figure a way to help him out more often?
Larry handed Tom his drink and sat too, enjoying Tom's embarrassment and slight humiliation, hoping Tom might get the whipping tonight instead of him. That would please Tom, Larry, too. He'd be happier to get his later, in the privacy of his own room.
"Harry strip you sometime just for the heck of it?" I asked, inspecting his _c_o_c_k_ with my right hand.
"No, Sir. Never." He was scared, drink in hand, but he made no effort to stop me.
"That's a mistake." I said. "You got a nice body. Why hide it? Plus it'll help build your confidence like this. Good for ya."
Tom wiggled, embarrassed, as my fingers held on to his young _c_o_c_k_. The evening held promise even if Harry was far out of it.
"So, Tom, what do ya prefer?" I asked him quietly.
"Ah, huh? Prefer? . . ." he seemed genuinely dense.
"Yes, for your spanking. A paddle, strap, belt, maybe just my hand tonight? Or how about the small strap Larry gets some nights when he really needs to feel it?"
"No! Please, I mean. . ." Tom squirmed even more now, looked up at me shyly, then smiled broadly, his white teeth shining. Larry shifted noticeably as well.
"I mean. . .That's up to you, Sir." He replied looking down at where my hand still rested. "What I'm trying to say is I think I've been real good all week and ain't done nothing I deserve to be punished for but . . . but, well, you'll decide what's good for me I'm sure and right. I mean, like, just like you do for Larry."
I smiled this time, pushed his head down on my chest, his body forced leaning over as I grabbed his nice bare bottom held his little ass a bit more tightly. "You're learning, my son, you're learning. You and I are gonna' get along just fine. I got a feeling you are going to turn out fine, just fine."
His buns felt good in my hand and he certainly wasn't resisting at all tonight.
"He's bull _s_h_i_t_ting ya!" Harry spoke up suddenly, drunkenly, "But even if he had been so good, I say let's give him a whipping. I say let's give him a good, hard Friday night, family one his ass with the thickest strap ya got! Then. . ." looking down, he tweaked Aaron's chest as Aaron turned red too, "let's give this boy a good strapping too. Yea, that's what we should do."
Aaron, already unhappy with Harry's drunken attention anyway, certainly didn't want Harry putting any ideas into my head about strapping him tonight! He'd already been told he was due.
Tom, jerking himself up and looking, also had turned crimson at those unexpected words as if from the dead. I continued playing with him suggestively. I knew where to put a bit of pressure to reassure the lad and keep him from panicking right at the moment.
"As I said, Tom, I'll decide later what kind of a spanking you're going get tonight and a lot of it depends on how you handle yourself now, but he's right, you know, a boy your age can always profit and learn something from a whipping. You need 'em regularly, don't you, son?"
Tom's mouth dropped open as he turned paler. Aaron was already crimson. Only Larry was smiling now, but not too much as he also knew from fine personal experience in this house that once I got to feeling and the urge to spank a boy's bare bottom, well, it was going to happen to one or both or maybe to all of them. And what about Harry slumped down a bit in that chair and grinning away? What role would he play now that he made it clear he wanted to see a strapping?
As for me, well, what's the hurry? I live here with two out of three of these boys. Let 'em stew a bit. Good for them anyway. I left it at that. Tom was being good beside me and responding nicely with my hand still on him.
Slowly the topic shifted to school, their sport's teams, the computer, other things. Harry drunkenly had attempted conversation with Aaron, with zero success. Tom finally joined in but was still very much on edge and still looked worried beside me. I enjoyed his naked uncomfortableness, made only worse since I made sure his jeans and briefs stayed off, his _c_o_c_k_ and nice tight bottom bare and on display. He had to be aware I was constantly looking, thinking about what I would do as the evening wore on . . . later. There would be plenty of time.
Larry, too, soon became concerned about later. And Aaron, well Aaron, continued trying hard to cater to Harry but kept looking my way. He, too, wanted to make sure he wasn't turned over . . . later. In some ways, of course, all three of these boys knew they were up for it and it would do them each some good. Still no boy wants spanked, let alone with others around and Harry in his present state only added another factor. Still again, the attention's good for them and all boys deep down inside respond to just that, I already knew for sure. All three boys were sitting here now - all trying hard not to be the one to get it . . . later.
As the evening progressed some semblance of a more casual atmosphere returned. But Harry kept drinking and fluctuated from dozing off to working up enough nerve finally to reach down and feel Aaron's ass through those next-to-nothing shorts. It was Larry who noticed it first and close to laughing out loud, nodded at me to look.
"Like that boy's bottom, do you now, Harry?"
He seemed real embarrassed that I had noticed him.
"Yea." He said softly rolling the word off his wet lips, carefully, embarrassed but hopeful.
"Well, if that's what interests you so much why don't you just pull his shorts down off for him so you can see it more closely?" I said matter-of-factly.
"Can I?" He replied almost in a cross between prayer and fear.
"Harry?" I blurted forth, "Of course you can." What a nerd. "Aaron, stand up and drop your shorts. Jock, too. Second thought, take 'em both off and put 'em over on the table somewhere out of the way."
Aaron looked surprised and wasn't happy, but he stood up and stripped, leaving him bare, completely bare assed naked except for his socks.
"Now you get over there, lean over, grab the chair back. Get it up where Harry can see ya' good and all. Understand me, boy?"
Nodding he did. He should. He'd been forced to do it before. Now he bent over that straight backed dining room chair, the one I frequently sat in when I spanked him in here. Looking back over at me, he was exposing his nice bare bottom. His _c_o_c_k_ and low slung balls were hanging down freely, openly in all his expected glory. As he bent his hair flowed down over his head toward the floor covering his face from clear view. Aaron was exceptional, no question about it.
"All yours, Harry."
You got it. I was enjoying this.
Harry struggled slowly to his feet, wobbly. With the little that could be see of Aaron's face as he jerked and looked, it was clear Aaron had gritted his teeth, eyes wide open, as Harry lumbered toward him and respectfully, cautiously began stroking the bare bottom of his dream, the boy I had laid out there for him. Silence filled the room as Harry, in a near drunker stupor, began touching, viewing, Aaron reverently. I let him. No one said a word. The room became too silent now.
"Nice, huh?" I walked over and stroked Aaron's tan and tight ass myself, pushing my hand between his thighs to force him to expose more of it. I knew how much he wished I wouldn't, but I make the decisions in this household. A boy doesn't. If he didn't spread 'em for me, no question I would spank him and force him myself.
"Sure is. . . it's, it's, I mean, he's perfect."
Aaron had complied though, his completely bare bottom right up over the back of that chair, his toes straining to touch the floor, his head and forearms on the seat pillow. This one was ready for the spanking I'd promised him.
"Depends, Larry's nice too. Tighter, younger, an eighteen year olds," I said. "Better developed in some ways, at least to my tastes and he knows how to listen."
Without thinking about it, I turned to Larry.
"Drop your shorts and jock too, boy, and get over here beside Aaron."
"Huh?" Larry bolted out in surprise.
Slap! I turned toward him. My hand spun around slapping his face, the red mark showed how hard. His hand reached up to his cheeks, his face, tears coming to his beautiful wide eyes.
"Ouoooh."
"I told you to do something. Didn't I? Time to go get your paddle, boy? You asking for it? Need something stronger before you listen like I taught you?" The rapid fire of my words surprised him.
"I apologize, I'm sorry, Sir, Pleaseeeee."
I had grabbed him firmly by his upper arm and propelled him toward that chair.
"Over, NOW!"
Larry's shorts were down and off before I finished my sentence. You better believe I was up for it now. His comment was all it had taken.
Larry was down to his white jock now and he was reaching to pull it down too as he got closer to where Aaron was. He knew what was coming. . .. (to be continued)
Larry 13A author: Cal sender_url: None author_url: None author_email: 100622.2517@compuserve. com