Uncle Dan And Billy -- Chapter 5


by Jason A. Andresen <Dpitzer@sonic.net>

Chapter Five

Billy and I finished dressing and took turns in the bathroom across the hall washing up. Billy took his turn first and as he came back into the bedrom, face all wahsed, he said, "Check out your butt in the mirror, Karl."

"Huh?" I said.

"The big mirror on the back of the bathroom door," he said like I was an idiot, "check out your butt." I walked acroos the the bathroom and washed the remnants of snot and tear streaks from my face. As I was drying off with a towel, I looked at the tall mirror attatched to the inside of the door. I'd really never paid it much attention in the week or so I'd been at Billy's. It was always fogged over when I got out of the shower and you couldn't see it when you sat on the pot. But now as I stood in front of it I knew exactly what Billy was referring to. I quietly closed the door all the way and pushed the lock on the door knob. Then I unzipped my jeans and lowered them to my ankles. I turned around and looked back over my shoulder. I had to really turn my head as far as I could to see my reflection. What I saw, I'll never forget. I still had my underpants up and as I looked, I saw my butt filling the tight pants. I suddenly realized that I'd never really seen what my behind looked like in underwear. I looked exactly like Billy's tightly covered butt, a sight I had enjoyed seeing on several occasions. But this was *my* tightly covered butt I was looking at. It looked good, I thought -- as good as Billy's. Strange as it my sound, I started getting hard by just looking at my own butt!

Then I reached back and, still looking over my shoulder, I watched as I pulled my underpants down. First the crevice between my butt cheeks came into view and as I pulled the pants down further I saw the bright red marks where Uncle Dan's paddle had hit just a few minutes earlier. When I had my underwear all the way down to my legs I saw a very red pair of butt cheeks. My erection got harder and I continued to stare. My butt looked exactly like Billy's.

I must have stared at myself for a minute or more before I thought about returning to the bedroom. But I still loked at my reflection as I slowly pulled my underpants back up. What I was seeing I imagined to be Billy's butt. I was fascinated. A minute later, with pants and jeans up, I left the bathroom with a full erection hels up against my leg by my underpants.

"Well," Billy asked.

"What," I said innocently.

"C'mon, Karl. Did you look at your butt?"

"Yeah," I said. "It's red alright." A thought suddenly crossed my mind. "At least where the paddle hit. I couldn't see where he, you know, slapped us."

"What? You mean on your asshole," Billy said.

"Yeah," I said, innocently. "I couldn't see that in the mirror."

"Gee," Billy said. "I never thought of checking my _s_h_i_t_ hole. I don't think that area would be red though. He doesn't hit that hard there. He just does that to embarrass you."

"He hit me hard there. It hurt like hell. Are you saying it doesn't hurt you when he slaps you there?"

"Well, yeah, I guess it kind-of does. Sometimes, I guess."

"I can just feel that I'm red around my asshole. You may not be but I am, I'm sure. I couldn't check it in the mirror though. Are you sure you're not sore there?" I continued to lay my trap.

"Well, yeah," Billy said. "A little."

"Drop you pants and I'll check for you."

"Are you crazy?" Billy said. "I'm not showing you my butt hole, Karl. Forget it."

"Hey, Billy, I got news for you. You just got finished showing both me and your dad your stupid little butt hole. It's not like I haven't already seen it, ya know. I had a good look while your butt was gettin' paddled. Remember?" This apparently took Billy a little by surprise, my mentioning his humiliation of just a few minutes ago.

"Yeah. Okay. Okay. But I'm not going to give you a private show just so you can see if my _s_h_i_t_ hole is red, Karl." Billy paused for a few seconds. "And besides what if my dad caught us?"

"Yeah, your right," I said. "It was just an idea. I wanted you to see if I was red too."

"What? Around your asshole?" Billy said a little nervously. I now knew that I was getting his interest.

"That's what we're talking about isn't it?" I said. "I was just willing to check yours if you'd check mine. That's all. Forget it. I was just curious. You're the one who told me to check my butt in the mirror, you know." I felt that I had laid my trap, planted a seed in Billy's mind. I dropped the subject completely.

Billy said nothing for the next half hour or so. We went out to the garage again and played ping-pong for an hour. Billy let me win a game or two and I came close to honestly beating him once. Billy had to chase the ball several times and when he would bend over to pick it up, his jeans would be drawn tightly across his butt -- the butt I had seen naked for the first time just an hour and a half ago. I had always taken a perverse pleasure in seeing Billy bend over like this but now the intensity of my pleasure was increased a hundred times. I couldn't wait to see that butt bare again. I was experiencing the beginings of an erection just thinking about it.

"Mom and Dad have church meetings on Sunday night usually," Billy said to me on the way back in the house. "Dad's chairman of two or three committees and Mom has the Woman's Auxilliary meeting every Sunday." Why did Billy tell me this? I knew it already and he knew that I knew it.

"So?" I said. "We don't have to go do we?"

"No." Billy said. "I go to Youth Union but that only meets on the first Sunday of the month. That's two weeks away." We were just passing Uncle Dan's office on the way to our room.

"Boys," Unlce Dan called from his office. We stopped in the hallway, turned around and went in. "Boys, " he said, "take a seat." Billy and I looked at each other for a brief second and then sat down facing Uncle Dan's big desk. He was fiddling with some papers and didn't look at us for a couple of seconds. "Boys," he said yet again, clearing his throat. He seemed a little nervous.

"Yes, sir," Billy said finally. Uncle Dan looked at me first.

"Karl, as Billy will tell you, once a Sunday paddling is done, it's done. Forgotten. You atone for you misbehavior by being paddled and start from a fresh page, so to speak." He turned to Billy. "Right son?"

"Yes, sir," Billy said.

"Now I'm not used to dealing with two boys your age at the same time -- or two boys of any age for that matter -- but especially boys your age. I thought that when you both deserved a paddling as a result of bad behavior it would be best to administer the punishment at the same time with each of you having to see the other punished. I still think that is a good idea. But..." he sort of trailed off and he got up and began pacing behind his desk. "Now boys," he said, "I think you both know what I'm referring to here. Right?"

"Yes, sir," we both said together. Our erections had obviously been on his mind although, strangely, Billy and I has not mentioned them to each other since the paddling.

"Good. Yes, well... Our church is not quite large enough to have a Youth Minister yet. It's getting there but as of now we rely on Pastor Xxxxxxx from the First Xxxxxxxx Church downtown." He turned to me again. "You'll meet him at Youth Union, Karl. Billy likes him, don't you, son?"

"Yes, sir. He's pretty neat alright."

"Yes, well he's a lot closer to you boys in age and he has a way with teenagers. Right Billy?"

"Yes, sir. He's pretty neat."

"Well," Uncle Dan said, "I just talked to him on the phone about our....about your paddling today and ....the other thing." He fumbled through a stack of papers and pulled out two pamphlets which he obviously knew were there. "He reminded me that I had several of these pamphlets that he gave me some time ago to read over." He held them up but we could only see the back which was largely plain with only real small printing. "These are for possible use at Youth Union. I just read one and I'm still deciding whether to use it or not. But in the meantime, Pastor Devlin feels I should give you each a copy and I agree." He held them out and Billy and I each leaned forward to take our copy.

I looked at the cover. "Entering Manhood -- The Years of Change" was the title. There was a drawing of a kid in jeans and a ball cap, representing, I guessed, a kid the age of Billy and me, and a drawing of a young guy, maybe twenty or so, standing next to him. At the bottom of the cover was printed: "This book belongs to:" and a place to write your name. I quickly looked at the first page which had a Table of Contents. I saw a couple of sections. "Understanding Your Reproductive System" was one. "Is Masturbation Ever a Good Thing?" was another. Uncle Dan saw me looking.

"Now don't read those here," he said. "Take them to you room and read them over the next few days." I quickly closed mine and held it on my lap. "You two might want to discuss these with each other but I'd rather you not discuss them outside the house. Okay?"

"Yes, sir," we both said.

"And if you have questions please feel free to come in here and discuss them. Either individually or together. I'm actually interested to hear what you think and so is Pastor Devlin." He looked at us both for a few seconds. "Now listen, both of you. I've given you this material on the assumption that you are mature enough -- mentally -- to read them seriously. If you treat them as comic books and I catch you giggling, I'll take them back. These are not to be giggled at."

Just then we all heard Aunt Barb's car come up the drive. Uncle Dan stood signaling that our meeting was over. Billy and I stood to go. "Billy," Uncle Dan said as we got to the door.

"Yes, sir?"

"How's your butt? A little sore still?"

"Yes, sir," Billy said seriously but with a nervous giggle.

"And yours Karl?"

"Yes, sir," I said. "It's very sore."

"Good," he said and waved us out. I think he was glad the conversation was over.


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