Two Boys - Two Dads


by Witness <Hensmith76@hotmail.com>

"I'm not sure we can come over today, Steve - I'm in the middle of punishing Kevin..... Well, the problem is that I've said he can only wear his underwear today, then he gets spanked tonight ... you don't mind? .... they are?... you will?... Well, that certainly would make Kevin think before he gets upto any more mischief like this.... right.... yes.... OK ... see you then....bye..."

"Dad? What was that all about?"

Thirteen year old Kevin came through to his dad's study from the kitchen. Roger looked at his son, so very cute in his white Y's, white cotton vest, short white socks and white sneakers. The boy had light brown hair, a smooth soft face, brown eyes. He was slender and quite tall.

"Was it Steve? Are we going over after all?"

"Yes it was Steve. And we are going over."

"Oh great, dad! Can I get dressed?"

"Wait a minute! Not so fast young man. You're certainly not getting dressed."

"Not getting....? I don't understand, dad."

"It's quite simple, you're going over dressed as you are."

"Like this! But Dad, what will Mike...?"

"Mike's your age. He gets spanked too sometimes, you know."

"But...dad... it's shaming!"

"You have been a very bad boy. The shame is part of your punishment. Get your top coat - you can wear that in the car."

It was a weird experience for Kevin. Although his top coat covered his vest, his underpants and bare thighs were in direct contact with the car seat. He felt exposed and sometimes excited, his dick softening and hardening unpredictably as they drove to Steve's. This even started to worry him - what if he was hard when he had to take off his coat in front of his friend, Mike? The thought of that turned him hard again - and he even felt himself blushing.

Eventually they arrived. Steve's place was set back from the highway and on its own, so it didn't feel too bad for Kevin walking to the front door with his dad - but Alan had made him leave his coat in the car, so he certainly was nervous - but relieved his _c_o_c_k_ was soft.

Mike opened the door. His friend Mike, the same age, black curly hair, florid complexion, brown eyes, solidly built, wearing a yellow T-shirt and blue jeans. Mike grinned. "Hi Alan; Hi Kevin - who's been a naughty boy then?"

Kevin grinned back, suddenly feeling better. They all went through to the big kitchen to find Steve serving up the coffee and cookies. Alan and Steve embraced - old buddies, one widowed the other divorced, bring up their boys alone. Steve ruffled Kevin's hair, making no remark about his garb: "I expect you guys would like to grab a cookie and go play awhile in Mike's room."

The boys put their drinks and cookies on a tray and carried to Mike's bedroom. Mike put on some music and they sat on the edge of his bed together. "It's kinda strange seeing you walking round in your briefs," Mike said.

"Does your dad ever punish you this way?"

"Well, like you know, I get spanked bare butt and sometimes he keeps me like that for a while after, but never with anyone around."

"I'm gonna get spanked tonight."

"I got spanked last night."

"You did, Mike? What happened?"

"I was rude to the next door neighbour. She complained."

"What did your dad do?"

"Took me to his workroom, made me strip to my briefs in front of him, then lectured me..."

"Ooh! I sometimes go hard when dad does that. It's so shaming..."

"I did go hard.."

"Oh wow. Did he say anything?"

"No but he kept looking at it and making me blush."

"Oh boy! Then what?"

"Then he pulled my briefs down and I had to bend over the workbench - and he spanked me with this wide piece of wood. It really hurt!"

"Is your arse still red?"

"Dunno. It's still a bit sore. Want to look?"

"Can I? What if they come up?"

"They won't. You know them. They'll be talking about when they were at school together."

"Like they do."

"Yeah, like they do." Mike was dropping his jeans and briefs. Then he lay on his stomach across the bed by Kevin's side. Kevin lifted the back of Mike's T-Shirt.

"Oh boy!"

"It's still red?"

"Yeah, kind of dark red."

"It's making me go hard, lying over the bed like this."

"I've gone hard."

"Have you?" Mike got off his stomach and sat by Kevin's side, his naked penis and straggly thin black pubic bush open to inspection. Yes, he could see Kevin's tube pressing up in his briefs. "Can I see it? You've seen mine."

Kevin lifted his hips and dropped his briefs to his knees. His penis was about 5 inches, with well formed testicles, but no hair yet.

"Wow! Can I touch?"

"You're a pervert, Michael! Only if I can touch yours."

The boys used their fingertips to explore each other's little contours.

... ...

"Do you remember how we used to jack off together?" Alan was saying.

"And always be terrified we'd be found out!" Steve replied.

"I used to pray every night for forgiveness!" Alan said.

"Didn't do us any harm. We're red-blooded hetero's now," Steve said.

"Mainly," Alan replied.

"How so mainly?"

"Well, you've got to admit that both boys at their age are some kind of turn-on."

"True," Steve said, "I can't deny it. I spanked Mike last night."

"What had he done?"

"Oh, lost his temper with next door. I can't totally blame him, but I can't let him do it or we'll have World War III."

"How did you spank him?"

"Had him strip to his briefs in the work room. Then lectured him."

"I used to go hard when dad did that to me."

"He did go hard. So did I, but I hope he didn't see."

"Then what did you do?"

"Stripped him, bent him over the bench and beat his butt with a piece of polished wood."

"Wow! Now I've gone hard."

"So've I!"

"Show us your dick Steve. I've not seen it since we were 16."

"Hey Alan! What if the boys come in?"

"They won't! If they're anything like us, they'll be playing with each other's dicks like we used to."

"OK, for old time's sake."

Both men unzipped and fished out their _c_o_c_k_s, rock-hard. Without word or conscious thought, their hands went onto each others' penises...

... ...

They all had lunch together and the boys cleared up and loaded the dishwasher. In the afternoon, the men had a siesta on the patio; the boys retired to play computer games, then to play outide when it was cooler, late afternoon. Kevin had almost forgotten he was only in briefs.

At about six, Steve called Mike in from the garden. Alan and Steve were sitting at the kitchen table. "I've just had another phone-call from next door. She's discovered a broken pane in the conservatory. Why didn't you tell me last night?"

Mike looked ashamed and fearful, all in one. "I...."

"You hoped she wouldn't realise. Well she has - and now Kevin isn't the only one due a punishment. Go to your room and strip to your T-shirt, sneakers, socks and briefs, then come back down. You can experience what Kevin's experiencing."

So, soon there were two boys in underwear, the only difference being that whilst Kevin was all in white, Mike had a yellow T-shirt tucked neatly into blue briefs. The men were enjoying the sight. The boys were aware that their punishment was less and less far away. It left a churning feeling inside their guts and a preliminary tingling in their buttocks.

After tea, the boys were sent up to shower and then wait in Mike's bedroom.

Eventually, they were called downstairs into the front parlour.

To their alarm, there were two other men there, both friends of thir parents. All the men had cans of beer.

"Take off your shoes and socks, boys," Steve ordered.

Hastily, nervously, in a very quiet, tense room, they did as they were told and ended standing barefoot on the white rug in the centre of the room, men sitting all around, watching, drinking.

Alan led one boy to Jerry. Steve led the other to Paul. Both boys were made to bend over, hand on knees, in front of the two guests, who felt their butts and squeeed the backs of their thighs.

When the boys were led back to the rug, both were hard, both blushing.

Steve brought a wooden sawhorse into the room and had Mike bend over it. He pulled off the boy's T-shirt, then gave Kevin a broad belt, doubled over. "Give him six hard ones on the seat of his briefs. Do it properly or you'll get six from me."

Kevin administered six spanks. Being young, he did not hurt as an adult would, but it was enough to make Mike yelp by the end, his butt already being sore from the night before.

Mike stood, his dick soft. Kevin's _c_o_c_k_ was even harder - until, that is, roles were reversed and Mike gave Kevin six back, after Kevin's vest had been taken off. When Kevin stood, Mike was hard and he was soft. The room remained eerily quiet, apart from the occasional ring-pull snapping back on a new can.

The saw horse was removed and two leather topped bar stools put in its place. Each father pulled down his son's briefs and the boys were made to sit on the stools facing one another, hands on heads, whilst their fathers lectured them. During the lectures, Kevin started to go hard. Mike, seeing what was happening, started to go hard too. Seeing Mike starting to go hard, Kevin went rock-hard. Seeing Kevin rock-hard made Mike rock-hard. Seeing Kevin and Mike rock-hard made everyone rock hard.

Each boy was bent across a bar stool and the men took it in turns to belt their bare butts. Kevin could see what was happening to Mike and vice versa. Soon they were both in tears and wriggling with pain. Eventually, they were allowed upstairs.

Kevin and Mike lay on the bed together, naked, face down, head to toe.

"I know," Mike said, "I've got some cold cream, that helps."

Soon, they were taking it in turns to massage each other's red-hot butts.

"This is nice," Mike said lazily, "I'm going hard again".

"I was thinking," Kevin said, "what would it be like if we put the cream on each other's dicks and balls and then....?"

Downstairs, the guests had gone. Steve and Alan were watching a _s_e_x_ video, pants around their ankles....

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