Not too much spanking in this one (sorry), but there is some pretty hot action involving some of the kids, if you are into that kind of thing. And if you're not...then what the _f_u_c_k_ are you doing here???
Anyway, a portion (okay, about 2/3) was swiped from another story found someplace else on the web. Sorry...like I said, I can't be expected to be THAT original. Well, maybe I can, but who cares...enjoy.
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Shortly after being humilated by Chris and Ben, I hung up my babysitting business for good. I found some odd jobs here and there. Skyler and I started doing some part time work, during school, at the local comic book shop. And besides, Mom had some good news (or so I thought at the time):
She and Markley were getting married.
Now, even though Markley was like tons younger than her, she seemed pretty happy to be with him.
"He's her young BUCK!" Skyler would laugh.
"Ah, shut up!" I said back.
"Hey, seriously, Tommy," Skyler told me. "You better watch it!"
"Why?"
"Cuz, he's a SPANKER!"
I didn't want to tell him that I already knew that first hand, even though part of me did wonder how HE knew it. Still, I let it go, and told him I was raised by spankers, and I was sure I would "be in good hands with Markley." (_d_a_m_n_! I can't believe I actually said something THAT stupid???")
The upside for Markley coming into the family was that he agreed to foot the bill for my rowing, come spring time. This was the best! I was so excited.
As spring time came, and Mom and Markley finalized the plans on their wedding, I was excited about joining crew. When it came close to the season, I went down to the local rec center to see Coach Heyman, who was going to be one of the coaches for crew.
He was there with his swim team, and once again I got to see the boy of my dreams - and my nightmares! - Chris. He looked so cute, and at the same time so _d_a_m_n_ evil! Even though he was in scouting, I rarely saw him because our troop was so big, and I tended to hang out with the older guys, like Timothy and Skyler.
Besides, it wasn't every day I could watch the little _f_u_c_k_er in those tight speedos racing other spankable little boys in THEIR tight speedos. Sigh.
So, I spoke with Coach Heyman, got everything squared away. Just as I was leaving, I ran into Mrs. Cleaverly, who was surprised to see me.
"Hello, Mam," I said, politely.
"Tommy? What are you doing here?" she said, cautiously, as I then told her. About this time her son, Ben, came running by in his cute little speedos. He waved at me, and threw me an evil wink behind his mother's back.
The little _s_h_i_t_.
I continued talking with Mrs. Cleaverly for a few more minutes before I left. We talked about the upcoming wedding, the harsh winter, the fact that Benny and Suzy had just turned 13, and somewhere during our conversation she made mention that she and Mr. Cleaverly were going out of town. This was important, because it meant that little Benny was going to spend the night over at Chris' place, while Suzanne was going over to the Phillips house. It was almost like she was rubbing in the fact that I had been a _s_h_i_t_ty babysitter!
Bitch!
However, this brought a somber tone to our conversation; just a month or so earlier, when a freeze had come in, one of the two Phillips daughters (I think it was *****) fell through some ice at the old swimming hole and drowned. This was such a horrible tragedy, almost no one really wanted to talk about it. As a result, all of us kids were no longer allowed to go swimming down there - at all.
That's why the fact that Suzanne was going over to their house was such an important thing, and (looking back) I could see why Mrs. Cleaverly decided to share that with me; it meant that the Phillips' were moving on with their lives, after such a horrible loss.
That night I couldn't help but think about all of them. Chris, Ben, Suzanne, Trudy and Ruby, and all their parents. As I drifted off to sleep, I began playing with my (still) hairless fourteen year old prick, thinking about how I would love to be a fly on the wall at Horsey's house when Ben came over. That night I had the most vivid wonderful dream.
The dream started off with a bang!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!!!
It was set in Chris' big house (actually, like Skyler, I had never been there before, but I must have imagined it would be pretty big).
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
Chris' father had just finished spanking both Chris and Ben for acting up, and told them to get on to sleep.
"Turn out the light," Chris sniffled, rubbing his bottom.
"You turn out the light," Benny snarled, wiping away his tears.
I imagined that it was Friday at midnight at Chris's house, his best friend, Ben, was lying next to him in a sleeping bag, staying over for the night. The two boys had stayed up to watch the skin movies on Cinemax until Chris's dad had come down and caught them watching a blonde with huge breasts undress in front of the mirror. That was when they were quickly spanked.
The boys could still stay up, but they had to promise not to watch anymore television, and so (after a double, bare bottom beating) put on their underwear and got into their sleeping bags, not tired at all. It was only midnight, and who ever thought of going to bed so early during a sleepover?
"Come on, turn out the light." whined Horse, knowing that Ben wouldn't.
"You turn it off, you're younger." Benny snapped back. He didn't care if it was Chris's house or not, if he wanted the light off, he could turn it off himself.
"By only 3 months."
"Still, you're only 12. You're not even a teenager yet. I don't know why I hang around you."
Horsey hated when Ben lorded his age over him.
"Big deal, I'll be thirteen in June, and then we'll be the same age. Besides, I'm taller."
"You are not."
"I'm 4 foot, eleven inches."
"I'm 5 feet." Ben countered.
"You liar, you are not."
"You're younger and a midget." Ben laughed.
"_f_u_c_k_ you." Chris said, although the words still didn't feel comfortable coming out of his young mouth.
"Ooooooo, the widdle baby is using bad words now." Benny goaded him.
"Shut up." Chris really didn't want his father to come down and spank them any more that night.
"I may have to tell his mommy, so she can wash out his mouth with soap and water," Benny giggled.
"Yeah, right."
Ben knew he should stop, but sometimes it felt so good to make fun of Chris. Lately he had even shocked himself by some of his comments. He continued to insult his best friend-- "The widdle, widdle baby is going to get his mouth washed out with...."
Ben didn't finish as he felt a giant weight fall on him. He looked up to see Horsey rolling over him still in his sleeping bag.
"STEAMROLLER" Horse laughed, as he rolled all his weight contained in his sleeping bag over his friend.
"Get off me!" Ben laughed after catching his breath.
"Not until you say you're sorry," Horse countered.
Ben tried to roll out from under the weight, but Horse was too quick, and rolled over Ben again.
"STEAMROLLED AGAIN!" Chris shouted as he plopped his full weight on Ben.
"Get off me! Get off me!" Benny cried as he tried to buck off his friend. But to no avail, he had a 98 pound, twelve year old sack lying on top of him.
"Say you'll turn off the light" Chris said to his friend as he twisted and turned to keep his balance in the bag.
"Blow me."
"OK." Chris shouted as he tried to launch his body in the air to land straight back on Benny. Ben groaned on the impact.
"God, you're fat. You weight a ton."
"No more than you. Say you'll turn off the light, or you are really going to get it."
"Ok, I will....NOT!"
With a sudden burst of speed, Benny rolled over to the side and out from Horsey's bagged body. Chris saw his friend rolling towards him, and quickly crawled from his sleeping bag. Ben seeing his prey escape, and not wanting to be trapped in his bag, did the same.
The two underwear clad boys stared at each other, smiling, and wondering what was going to happen next. There was tension in the room of which Ben and Horse never felt before, maybe it was left over from watching the porn movie from earlier, but something in the air had changed.
"Now you are going to get it" Benny said and he cautiously approached Chris.
"Since you are up, why don't you turn out the light." replied Horsey.
"Why don't you make me?" asked Benny,
"Maybe I will."
"I'd like to see you try it."
Benny made a quick feint, and dove for his friend's legs and circling them brought both of them down in a heap. The boys began to wrestle, pitting their emerging muscles against each other. They had often tasseled before, but never this late at night, and never clad in their too brief jockey shorts.
Horsey gripped Benny's blonde head in a lock, and began to apply pressure. As Ben tried to squirm away, he grabbed at his friends underwear and jerked up, bringing the cloth up between Chris's ass cheeks.
"WEDGIE!" Ben yelled triumphantly, as Horse let him go to fix his underwear.
"That wasn't fair." Chris smoldered as he pulled the cotton fabric out from his cheeks.
"Oh, is the baby going to start crying?"
"Yeah, we'll see how you like it."
"If you try it on me, I'll do it to you again." Ben said forcefully.
"You won't be able too" Chris said as he ran towards Ben.
Horse and Ben collided again in a bear hug. Only this time, both boys reached behind and grabbed the elastic band of their opponent's shorts and tugged. Their breathing heavy, their hairless chests wet with sweat, they continued to pull--streching the fabric until the waistbands reached over their belly buttons, but neither boy would give.
Suddenly, there was a slight ripping sound from Benny's shorts as Chris laughed triumphantly,
"Super WEDGIE!"
"Stop it you are going to rip them" Ben shrieked, trying to remove his friends hand.
"Don't like it when it happens to you, huh?" Chris chortled as he pulled harder, trying to rip the jockey shorts off his friend through his crack.
"I said stop it!" Benny said as he brought his knee up into Chris's balls, not hard enough to hurt just to make Horsey stop tugging.
Chris groaned loudly and pushed Ben away, making a big production of being hit in the balls.
"Ohhhhh, you are going to pay for that!" Horse moaned.
"It's not like you have anything down there to be hurt," Ben laughed, knowing full well that was a huge lie - Chris was packing more than most adult men!
"Bigger than yours!" Horse said, grabbing them in one hand, and still unable to get all of it.
"Yeah, right."
Horse tackled Benny around the waist, and making his hand a fist, punched Ben lightly in the groin. Ben shrieked with laughter more than pain, and pushed his friend away rubbing his balls.
"So that's the way you want it, huh? You want to fight dirty?" Benny asked smiling.
"You started it, I'm just finishing it. First one to give up has to turn out the light."
"That's going to be you."
"I don't think so."
This time the boys came together in a crash, two savages, not wanting to be the first to give in. It was a test of their manhood, a chance to see who was actually stronger. As they rolled on the ground, both continued to deliver the occasional shot to the other's groin, but always quickly, never to cause too much damage and always punctuated with laughter. They were like two young puppies rolling in the grass, wanting to see which one was dominant, but not out to hurt the other. As they began to sweat harder from their exertions, their young bodies became slippery with perspiration and the sweet smell of little boy sweat filled the basement.
Finally, Benny had trapped the dark headed lad in his legs in a classic scissors move. He lightly applied pressure between his knees as Chris groaned.
"Give up? Say you give up!" Benny announced as he squeezed harder.
"No way."
"Come on. Give up Horsey, or I'll crush your head like a melon.," Ben droned on like the Terminator.
Horse tried to bring his legs around to trap Ben's head in a similar scissors move, but Ben managed to grab them and stop his movement. With Chris's head still between his legs, Benny managed a playful punch into Horse's scrotum.
"Ow."
"I can keep doing this all night." Ben laughed as he punched his friend in the groin again, "Now, say you'll give up."
"Got to hell." Chris responded.
"OK," Benny smiled, as he punched again.
"You asked for it, Ben." Horsey said as he reached his hand up and gripped his friend's pouch, and squeezed.
Benny jumped at the contact and his legs involuntarily opened allowing Chris to escape. Punches were one thing, but his friend was squeezing his _d_i_c_k_! And his _d_i_c_k_ was responding by getting hard as a rock.
"Ow, let go." Ben screamed, although he hoped that Chris wouldn't.
"Say you'll turn off the light." Horsey said triumphantly.
"No...let go, let go."
"Say you give up and I'll let go."
"You give up first" Benny shouted as he rolled over and reached for the fly front of his best pal's white jockeys. His hand made contact with the fabric, and the large, bouncing and fleshy mound that was there. He wasn't surprised that his friend had popped a pretty impressive boner as well!
The two boys lied there, head to toe, each squeezing the other's hard _d_i_c_k_. Chris had brought both hands up and was using them to grasp Ben's balls and _c_o_c_k_, as Benny did the same.
The boys had became quiet, their hands silently exploring, stroking, squeezing. All pretense of wrestling was gone, as the two lads touched each others equipment, marveling at what was there. This was becoming some dream!
"You want to, um, you want to...." Horse asked tentatively.
"What?" Ben asked quickly.
"You want to, you know, I don't know, fool around?"
"What do you mean?' Benny asked, his hand still squeezing Chris' horse sized pecker.
"You know, take off our underwear and do stuff..."
"Do you want to?"
"Do you?" asked Chris
"I will if you will." replied Benny.
"Ok," Horse responded, as he let go of his friend's shorts and turned around.
Ben let go of Chris as well, and the two boys stood up, both sheepishly trying to cover their hard-ons. Each looking at the other, waiting for the other to make the first move. Finally, Ben hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and slid them down his legs revealing a 3 and 1/2 inch circumcised _d_i_c_k_ with some small blonde peach fuzz surrounding it. It jutted out proudly from the small set of balls that hung below.
Chris followed suit, his pale face flush with excitement, and he removed his jockey shorts to display a much larger sized _c_o_c_k_, with just a small bush of hair surrounding it.
"WOW!" Ben said, in awe of the size of Chris' _d_i_c_k_. "That is huge!!" He gulped.
"Yeah, that's what everyone says," Horse said, sheepishly. "Yours is pretty nice too."
"It's so small, though," Ben said, almost apologizing.
"Ah, no it's not," Christopher said, reassuring. "Trust me!"
The two boys stood frozen staring at each other's family jewels. Before Ben made the first move and stepped closer to Horsey. Reaching his hand out, he grasped his friend's onster penis in a firm grip. It felt warm and rock-hard. Chris gasped through his teeth at the pleasure and reached out to grip his friend's member. They stood there stroking each other, before Horse, overcome with the intensity of pleasure moved his face closer to Ben and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
Benny responded by kissing him back on the lips. They stood for a moment kissing on the lips and stroking each other's _c_o_c_k_. Sharing the unmistakable love and friendship that only two boys can have.
"Let's get into the sleeping bag," Ben suggested.
"OK," Chris replied. He knew what they were doing wasn't right, that two boys didn't do this kind of thing, but it felt so GOOD. So, very, very good.
Both boys quickly got into the sleeping bag, not wanting to lose the rush of pleasure that they were experiencing for the first time in their young lives. Once they snuggled inside they resumed their inexperienced kissing and touching.
Before long, Horse had rolled onto his friend so that they were belly to belly. The intense spark of pleasure when the heads of their two young _d_i_c_k_s met was almost unbearable as the boys groaned. Ben let out a giggle as Chris' pubic hair tickled his small, bare balls.
Chris, almost as he were under someone else's control, began to involuntarily hump his friend. Their _c_o_c_k_s rubbing together, their legs tangling and untangling, and Ben reached up and placed his hands on Horsey's buttocks trying to force him closer to his body, trying to make them one sweating boy, instead of two.
Chris humped faster, every stroke was pleasure, he felt his friend's heat, his hands on his ass, he bent his head down and kissed Ben on the lips as was shocked to find his friend's tongue in his mouth. He didn't care, it felt awesome, to hell with everything, we can do anything we want. Chris stuck out his own tongue and their pink tongues wrestled with each other and their bodies continued to writhe in the tight confines of the sleeping bag.
They moved as one motion, their _d_i_c_k_s rubbing together, their tongues licking at each other, they began to roll. Ben on top, then Horsey. The heat inside the bag became unbearable, the lining became slick with boy-sweat, they continued to roll and rub, not being able to stop if they wanted to. Their stomachs clenched as they felt a huge vibration build inside them. They moaned and panted as their young balls constricted and squirts of cum shot out of their _d_i_c_k_s and onto each other's stomachs, again and again and again and again. Finally they stopped exhausted, embarrassed at the intensity of their emotions and confused at what had just happened.
For a while neither boy spoke, just lied there trying to get their ragging breathing under control.
Finally, Benny broke the silence, "Now are you going to turn off the light?"
It was then I woke up to the shuttering experience of my own 14 year old orgasm. I panted and panted, as I checked my lap, hoping that there would be some PROOF that puberty was at least near.
Nothing....still.
I rolled over, and turned my own light off, and wondered to myself if Chris' parents might need a hand in babysitting those two kids during the week the Cleaverly's were out of town.