Despite his nightly adventure, Gordy awoke first and went out to get some water from a nearby stream. He encountered a deer; an almost mystical experience which he resolved to share with no-one but Chris. They went on their way down the tracks, but the new day brought fresh challenges. They had to cross a deep gorge and, as luck would have it, a train came while they were in the middle. Gordy and Chris had needed to run like hell to avoid being run over. Then they decided to take a shortcut and wound up having to cross a pond that was deeper than they expected. Being wet wasn't so bad, but the pond was home to a bunch of leaches and the boys were covered. The final straw was when Gordy found a huge one hanging off his balls; he fainted. As he recovered, he heard the other three boys talking. Chris was suggesting that perhaps they should go back; he was worried about the effect of all this on his friend. Vern was always quick to wimp out, leaving Teddy the lone holdout. But Gordy had heard enough. They'd come to far, he wasn't going back. He stood up and resumed the trek. Shrugging their shoulders, the other three followed.
Around mid-afternoon they reached the spot Vern's brother had described. They walked down the bank and sure enough, there was a body, laying face down. Chris turned it over with his foot and they recognized the face of the missing boy. The reality of it hit them; this kid was the same age as them, but the life had been smashed out of him by the same train that they'd had a close call with. He'd been hit so hard, his feet had been knocked out of his shoes. Somberly they stood there, wondering what to do when a voice came from behind them.
"Well, well, look at what we have here!"
With a start they turned around. They recognized Ace Merrill, the town bully, coming toward them with the rest of his gang. Chris and Vern's older brothers were there along with three other teenaged thugs.
"You all weren't planning on taking the body from us, were you?" Ace drawled.
"Vern, you son of a whore," Vern's brother said as he came down the bank, unconsciously insulting himself in the process. Vern was not known for his bravery; he fled.
"You're not taking it," Chris said standing his ground. The injustice of the whole thing came crashing in on him. They'd walked for two days; Ace and his friends had driven there in a matter of hours.
Ace wasn't impressed. No little kid was going to keep him from his goal. He drew his switchblade. That usually send people running, but Chris didn't move. Teddy looked around frantically. Vern had run off and he didn't see Gordy, either.
"C'mon, Chris, let's go," he urged, but Chris didn't budge. Ace continued to advance on the two boys and Teddy found his nerve breaking. This wasn't Normandy and the odds were too much against him. He broke and ran, hoping that Chris would follow, but the other boy stayed where he was.
"You're going to have to kill me, Ace," Chris said as his voice broke. He watched his brother standing behind Ace, neither saying or doing anything to protect him. Chris felt totally alone.
"No problem!" Ace growled as he brought the knife up to Chris. He was probably only planing to cut the boy a bit, but as it was he never got the chance. There was a tremendous boom; the unmistakable sound of a gunshot and he nearly dropped his knife in shock. He looked up and saw Gordy standing on a rise, a smoking revolver in his hand. It was aimed in the air, but now he lowered it and pointed it straight at Ace.
"Come on, kid, put down the gun," Ace said. He'd never had a gun pointed at him before and he found the feeling it gave him most uncomfortable.
"Suck my fat one, you cheap dime store hood," Gordy said as he walked toward them.
Ace couldn't let himself be faced down like this in front of all his buddies. He'd never live it down. He moved forward, planning to pick up the dead kid's body.
"Don't move Ace," Gordy warned.
"What are you going to do, kill us all?" Ace said trying to sound cool.
"No Ace. Just you." Gordy's voice was as cold as ice, and somehow Ace knew he was telling the truth.. Still, he tried one more time.
"Kid, you're in way over your head," he said. It was the wrong thing to say. After what Gordy and the others had been through in the last few days, he felt quite capable of dealing with Ace. He thought up the worst insult he could manage and delivered it in the same flat tone.
"Why don't you go home and _f_u_c_k_ your mother some more? I hear she loves the way you do her."
Ace knew then that he had lost. To keep on pressing would only loose him more points. As he retreated, he tried to recover some of his dignity.
"We're not going to forget this if that's what you think," he warned. "This is big time, baby."
Gordy kept the gun pointed at them until they disappeared. They could hear their cars start as they drove off. He lowered the gun and tried hard to keep his knees from collapsing underneath him. Chris put his arm around him.
"Suck my fat one? Who told you that you had a fat one, LaChance?" he joked.
"Well, don't I?" Gordy asked.
"Yes, but mine is fatter."
Teddy and Vern came back, looking embarrassed and sheepish. Gordy and Chris just looked at them and they cast their eyes down. Godry put his father's purloined pistol back in his pack. He hoped that his Dad wouldn't miss the bullet he'd fired when he put it back.
"What are we going to do about the body?" Gordy asked.
"Leave it," Chris said. "We'll make an anonymous call."
"But we came all this way," Vern protested. "We were going to be heroes."
"Not like this," Chris said as he turned and started heading back up the tracks. Vern and Teddy had no room to protest and so they went along. Gordy was the last to leave, looking at the dead boy one more time.
The afternoon was quiet. Each of the boys were lost in thought and no-one felt much like talking. They avoided the pond and diverted around the gorge. It wasn't until they made camp that real conversation started again.
"So, which one of you two wimps wants to gather the firewood?" Chris asked.
"I'm no wimp," Teddy snapped.
"Yes you are," Gordy teased. "You lasted only thirty seconds longer than Vern." The chubby boy was keeping quiet. He knew he was a wimp.
"Easy for you to talk," Teddy said. "You had a gun."
"You knew Gordy had a gun," Chris jumped in. "You could have gone for it, but you were to scared to think straight."
"Hey guys, I'll go get the firewood," Vern said. He could see a fight coming and didn't want it to happen. He ran off to get wood and Teddy shut up, sullenly unpacking his knapsack. There was a bunch of dead wood nearby and Vern had all the firewood they needed in short order. Chris lit the fire and soon they were relaxing around its warmth.
"Gordy, would you have really killed Ace?" Vern suddenly asked.
"Yes, I would have," Gordy answered after a moment.
"But you would have gone to jail," Vern protested.
"No I wouldn't have. It was self-defense. Ace had a knife and he'd threatened to kill Chris with it. I had Chris as a witness, plus I figured you two were watching from behind a tree somewhere."
"I just couldn't stay," Vern admitted. "I can't even stand up to my brother, much less Ace. I'm sorry I let you guys down."
"What about you, Teddy," Chris said. "I thought you were the fearless one."
"Hey, that psycho had a knife and he meant to use it," Teddy protested. "I forgot about Gordy's gun and I didn't want to get killed over a dead body."
"I think these two should have to pay a penalty," Chris said as he looked at Gordy.
"What 'cha got in mind?" Gordy asked, wondering if it was what he was thinking of.
"I think both of them should let us spank their butts," Chris answered with a grin. "Then they'll prove that their not total wimps."
"No way, Chambers, you're not doing that to me again!" Teddy cut in. They ignored him and looked at Vern. He held their gaze for a moment and then looked away.
"O. K. That's cool if you guys want to spank me for wimping out," he said in a soft voice.
"No way, Vern. That's bull_s_h_i_t_!" Teddy snapped. "Don't let them do that to you!" He knew if Vern gave in, he'd look really bad if he didn't, too. Vern gave him an angry look.
"I'm not a total wimp, even if you are," he said. "Chris and Gordy stood up for us and if they want to spank me for running away, that's totally cool with me."
"How do you want me?" he asked as he moved over to Chris.
Pants and underpants down over my knee," Chris recited.
Without protest, Vern pulled everything down to his knees, baring his backside. His hairless pecker was about the same size as Gordy's, but it looked a little smaller because he was chubby where Gordy was thin. Teddy was sitting on the other side of the fire, refusing even to watch. Vern got into position, his big butt pointed high.
"You take the right cheek, I'll take the left," Chris said to Gordy. Gordy nodded and they started smacking Vern's naked ass. Gordy didn't spank the big boy as hard as he had Chris the night before, but it wasn't too soft either. Because it was such a big target, he and Chris had to move their hands all over the place to cover it all. When Vern's whole butt was a hot red, Chris signaled to Gordy to check out his _d_i_c_k_. Reaching under the chubby boy, he was not to surprised to find a stiff _c_o_c_k_. Vern looked at him in shock as he took hold of it, but Gordy put his finger over his lips, pointing toward Teddy, who still had his back turned. While Chris continued the spanking, Gordy worked on Vern's front, running his fingers over the fat _c_o_c_k_head. He watched Vern's face get more flushed until he opened his mouth and let out a small cry. Gordy felt the hot sperm shooting out through his fingers and he nodded to Chris who gave Vern's ass five more very hard slaps. They stopped and Gordy discreetly wiped his hand on the ground.
"That was cool, guys," Vern said.
"You're O. K., Vern," Chris said. "You're not really a wimp."
Teddy had had more than he could take. He stalked over and dropped his pants.
"Just get it over with," he said as he took Vern's place over Chris' knees. Chris just raised his eyebrows as he and Gordy started slapping his ass. They spanked him for as long as they had Vern, but neither of them felt like jerking him off, so they didn't.
When that was over, they sat around the fire talking. By unspoken agreement, they didn't talk about the body or any of the circumstances surrounding it. They tried to have a conversation like the one they had had the night before, but somewhere in the day they had lost something and were unable to capture the same mood. At last they gave it up and went to sleep.
The next day they hiked the rest of the distance back to town. When they got there, Teddy drifted off first, then Vern reached his corner. Gordy watched them go; come Fall he was sure they would be in different classes and their friendship would slowly evaporate. Gordy felt a little sorrow at this, but he would go on. Chris was a different matter; he stood by while his friend went into a phone booth and gave the police the information that they would need to find the body.
"I told them," Chris said as the came back out, "When they asked who I was, I hung up."
They walked on together until they wound up underneath their treehouse where all this had begun. Chris was getting ready to go, too when Gordy stopped him.
"Do you want to hang out for a while longer?" he asked as he pointed up at the treehouse.
"O. K.," Chris said as they climbed up. They went in and sat down. Neither spoke for a while and they took out a pack of cigarettes to fill the time. Both of them did this for show; Gordy didn't even inhale, but it gave them something to do.
"Do you think Vern will say anything about me....you know....doing him?" Gordy asked.
"Naw, and no-one would believe him anyway, not even Teddy. Plus, I'd say that it wasn't true."
"Good," Gordy didn't want any stories to start up about him. There was another long pause and then he spoke again.
"So, what about us?"
"What about us? I'm not going to tell anybody, if that's what you mean."
"No, what I meant was, will you take the college classes with me?"
"I don't know, man," Chris said as he looked down. "I'd like to, but I just don't know."
"I know," Gordy urged. "You're smart, too. I know you are. You just don't always try, that's why your grades are kind of bad. But they can't stop you if you want to."
"You know you'll have to give me a lot of help." Chris was looking at him with a desperate hope in his eyes.
"I'll study with you every day," Gordy promised.
Chris shut his eyes and clasped his hands together. It almost looked like he was praying. When he opened his eyes he said, "All right, I'll do it."
"Fantastic!" Gordy grinned from ear to ear.
"Let's make a pact, then," Chris suggested.
"O. K. How do you want to seal it?"
"I think you know."
Gordy did know. He and Chris both stood up and approached each other. Chris took hold of his friend's shirt and pulled it off, then he let Gordy to the same to him. With trembling fingers, they unfastened each other's pants while they kicked off their shoes. When they were down to their briefs, Chris took out their sleeping bags once again and spread them over the wooden floor.
"Spank me first," Chris asked as he pulled Gordy's underpants off, "Then I'll do you."
Gordy looked into the other boy's eyes as he stripped him naked. What had started as friendship had evolved into something much deeper. Sitting down, he pulled Chris over his lap.
"Were going to get out of this town," he said. "Both of us. And whenever either of us slips up, this is what the other one is going to do."
Once again he started spanking Chris' firm ass. Not too hard, but enough to make a loud SMACK! with each slap. Both of their _c_o_c_k_s sprang to life; Gordy's poking Chris in the side and Chris' shoved between Gordy's thighs.
"Harder," Chris urged as he wiggled his butt around, "Spank my ass good."
Gordy complied, increasing the heat that he was applying to his friend's rear. When Chris' butt got red and hot, he stopped, wondering if that was enough. It was, apparently, because Chris rolled off. Without a word, Gordy changed places with him, awaiting his turn. Chris positioned him the way he wanted, spreading his legs apart to expose his inner thighs. Gordy felt the slaps start; this was the hardest Chris had spanked him yet, but it felt even better than before. His friend was doing a thorough job, tanning his legs as well as his butt. He even pried his ass cheeks open and slapped him right on his tight butthole. By the time Chris was done, Gordy's rear was an angry red, but his _d_i_c_k_ was as hard as it ever had been. Chris moved him off and he waited for the mutual jerk-off to start, but his friend had other ideas.
"I want to do something," Chris said as he moved over to his backpack. "It you don't like it, we can stop and do something else."
Gordy saw him get out some sort of insect repellent lotion and wondered what it was for. There were no bugs up here. Chris came and rolled Gordy back onto his front and he figured the other boy wanted to spank him some more. He stick his butt up, waiting for a new set of slaps, but instead met only probing fingers. Gordy could feel Chris putting the lotion up his crack and suddenly realized what the other boy intended to do. His first instinct was to roll over and protect his virgin bottom, but the more he thought about it, the more it excited him. Chris lay down on top of him and moved his hard _c_o_c_k_ against his rear entrance.
"You cool with this, Gordy?" Chris whispered in his ear.
"Yea, let's do it," Gordy answered.
Chris put one hand on Gordy's waist and used the other to hold his _c_o_c_k_ as he pressed it against Gordy's butthole. For a minute Gordy didn't think anything was going to happen, but then Chris' _d_i_c_k_ popped through, invading his insides for the first time. Just the head was in and it did hurt, but like the spanking, there was more pleasure than pain.
"You still O. K.?" Chris asked.
"Oh, yea. Stick it all the way up me," Gordy answered.
Chris eased himself forward and Gordy felt his body admitting the probing meat. Every moment seemed to take it deeper up in him. When he felt Chris' balls come to rest against the bottom of his crack, he was almost disappointed, even though he really couldn't have taken much more.
"Wow!" Chris was saying. "You feel so good, Gordy."
"So do you. _f_u_c_k_ me, man!"
Chris gave Gordy his wish, pulling most of the way out and then shoving it back in. He established a slow motion, putting a little extra effort on the last part, cramming himself up against Gordy's ass. He reached around and took hold of Gordy's _c_o_c_k_, pumping it in time with his strokes.
"You like my fat _c_o_c_k_, LaChance?" he grunted.
"Yes!" Gordy panted. "Keep _f_u_c_k_ing me!"
Chris started screwing him faster, his balls making a slapping noise as they bounced against Gordy. The two boys were writhing in pleasure, totally lost in the passion of their first _f_u_c_k_.
"I'm gonna shoot!" Chris said. "I'm gonna cum right up inside you!"
"Yea! Cum in me, man. I'm about to cum, too!"
Gordy felt hot jets of sperm begin to fill his insides and it released the flood from within him. His erupting _c_o_c_k_ sprayed out all over the sleeping back while Chris pumped him full of his boyjuice. As the feeling subsided, Chris pulled out, leaving Godry a little sore and a lot satisfied.
"That was so cool, "Chris said.
"Yea, it was."
"We're going to get out of here, aren't we?"
"Yes, we are."
The two naked boys hugged each other. The years of school ahead would not be easy, especially for Chris, but they would get through them together. And somehow Gordy knew that when he graduated from college, his best friend would be standing there beside him, joining him in throwing his cap up into the air. Holding this vision in his head, he smiled and hugged Chris tighter.
Author's Note: I can't remember if anybody ever suggested this, but it was one I wanted to do anyway.
Background: This is based on 'Stand By Me', one of the few Stephen King stories to successfully translate onto film. It's about four 12 year old boys who go looking for the body of another dead kid. 'Stand By Me' is a coming of age story, complete with a dramatic confrontation with a pack of teenaged bullies at the end. The extra scenes and scenes that I have altered slightly are from several places in the film and I have made no attempt to describe all the action in between. If you haven't seen the movie, you should still be able to follow the story, but it would be better if you have watched it. Interestingly enough, all four of the boy actors went on to have decent careers. Jerry O'Connell lost weight and stared in two TV series; My Secret Identity and, currently, Sliders. Corey Fieldman got parts in a number of Teen Party movies, though a real life drug problem hampered him. Wil Wheaton beamed onto the Starship Enterprise, though many Trekkers did not seem to appreciate his talent. River Phoenix stared in a number of critical and commercial hits before his tragic death from an overdose.
Disclaimer: Unlike most of my stories on this archive, this one contains a fair amount of _s_e_x_. If boy-boy _s_e_x_ isn't your thing, or if it's against the law for you to read about it, I suggest that you give this one a miss.
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You would expect that a group of people going on an expedition to find the dead body of a child would be a somber bunch. However, if the group was comprised entirely of 12 year old boys, you might realize that they saw it more as an adventure than a morbid task. And if you could remember what it was like to be young yourself, you would be able to understand why they were walking down the railroad tracks singing the theme song from "Have Gun, Will Travel" in cheery voices.
The kid had been missing for a few weeks. No-one had known where the body was until Vern's older brother and one of his punk friends had come across it while joy riding in a stolen car. Vern had overheard them discussing it, wanting to report it, but afraid that they would get in trouble for stealing the car. Vern had told Chris, Gordy and Teddy and they decided that they would go and find the body themselves. It was next to the railroad tracks, so it wouldn't be hard to find. Once they were sure the body was there, they'd come back, report it, and then they'd be heroes. In fact, this probably would not make them heroes, but for most of these guys, this would be their one shot at fame.
The leader of this group was undoubtedly Chris Chambers. He was the biggest and bravest of the bunch and they didn't mind that he came from a bad family. To them he was fine. Right behind him was his best friend, bookish Gordon LaChance, known as Gordy to his friends. While Gordy came from a nice middle class family, he was overshadowed by the ghost of his dead brother, a football hero who had died earlier in the year. Then there was Teddy, a bit of a troublemaker and a bit crazy. He could be forgiven the crazy part; his father was more than a bit nuts and had once nearly killed Teddy by holding his head against a stove, damaging his hearing. Vern was your average, rather overweight, kind of slow sort of guy. The boy who will always be the low man on the totem pole in a group, but is happy just to belong.
So this group of boys were making their way down the tracks, humming along, when they heard a chuffing sound behind them.
"Train's coming," Chris said, "Everybody off the tracks."
Three of them got off, but Teddy turned around and faced it.
"C'mon, Teddy," Chris said.
"No man, I'm going to dodge it."
Teddy's eyes had lit up with that slightly wild look that the other boys feared. Teddy might have 51 cards in his deck, but right now he needed the 52nd.
"Just like the beach at Normandy," he said, more to himself than the others. Now Chris started to get worried. Teddy, for some strange reason, idolized his abusive father and considered him a war hero. Everyone else knew that he had been just another grunt in the US army, but Teddy imagined him as John Wayne, storming the beaches at Normandy. And it was when he was trying to be like his father that his crazy side came out.
The train was getting closer and Teddy showed no signs of moving. All three boys were yelling at him, telling him to get off the tracks, but he wasn't moving. As the train approached, the engineer was blowing the whistle, trying to coax the crazy kid off the track, but still he held his pose.
Finally, Chris took action. He ran up to Teddy and grabbed him. Teddy fought, but the other boy was stronger and he wrestled him to the side as the train rushed past and then he let go. Teddy turned toward him; he was furious. Chris offered his palm up in a sign of peace.
"Skin it," he said.
"I could have dodged it," Teddy said with clenched teeth.
"It was too close," Chris insisted and again held his hand out.
"Skin it," he repeated.
"I don't need no baby-sitter," Teddy said.
"You do, too," Chris said.
If Teddy had left it there, Chris would have dropped it, but this was a bit too close to the truth for Teddy to take. He rushed at Chris and pushed him backwards. Chris didn't have much of a temper, but that was more than he was prepared to put up with.
"You are a baby," he said to Teddy, "And I'm going to teach you a lesson."
Very quickly, Chris came at the other boy. He was a good bit stronger than Teddy and, thanks to growing up in a tough family, he was a much better brawler. He wrestled Teddy to the ground and soon had him pinned, his arm behind his back and his body draped over Chris' legs.
"All right, you win," Teddy said in a sour tone, "Let me up."
"No. I said I was going to teach you a lesson and I that's just what I'm going to do."
"What are you talking about?" Teddy asked in a surly voice.
"I'm going to spank you!" Chris announced, his face beginning to break out into a grin.
"What! No, you're not!" Teddy started struggling again but the other boy had him held too firmly. After a minute, Teddy stopped fighting.
"The moment you let go of my arm, I'm going to break free," he boasted.
"We'll see about that! Gordy, come here and hold Teddy's arms for me. Vern, you sit on his legs."
With a grin to match Chris', Gordy moved around and took hold of Teddy's wrists. Vern was a bit more hesitant; Teddy was cursing a blue streak, telling them all that they had better not, but Vern was more worried about Chris than Teddy. Plus, he was glad that someone else was the odd man out for a change.
With Vern on his legs, there was no way Teddy could move them. Gordy was the smallest of the four boys and Teddy threw all his energy into trying to wrench his arms free. They were slick with sweat, but because his leverage was so bad with them twisted behind his back, Gordy was able to hold them securely. Once Chris saw that the other two boys had his quarry pinned, he grasped Teddy's jeans and started tugging them.
"Oh, no you don't!" he said and made one final effort to break free. Chris took hold of one of Teddy's arms and twisted it further, causing the other boy to howl.
"Stop fighting," he ordered. "If you don't, you're still going to get spanked, but I'll pull your underwear down, too. If you don't want me to do that, quit struggling and take it like a man!"
Teddy only grunted, but he did stop squirming. Chris worked the other boy's jeans down to his thighs, exposing his cotton covered butt. Making sure that his friends still had him held, he swung his arm and slapped Teddy's ass hard. Teddy gasped; if he had been expecting Chris to go easy on him, he was going to be disappointed. He delivered another stinging swat to his seat.
Gordy watched with rapt attention. Without knowing why, he found the whole scene deliciously fascinating. Of course, there was the obvious pleasure of seeing Teddy taken down a few pegs, but just as interesting was watching Chris' arm, with it's boyish muscles flexing, delivering the stinging spanking. Godry was aware that his pants were tented out, and if his eyes were to be trusted, so was Chris'. It would he hard to mistake that; whatever Chris had in his pants, it was much bigger than Gordy's.
Chris looked up at him and they smiled at each other. Vern also looked at them and smiled, but he didn't catch the double meaning of the other boys' smile. Chris gave Teddy three more good swats and then stopped.
"All right, let him up," he said.
Gordy and Vern let him go and Teddy stiffly stood up, carefully pulling his pants back up. Looking at his eyes, they could see that he wanted to cry, but didn't dare. Chris stood back up last of all and held his palm out again.
"Skin it," he said, again offering peace. This time, Teddy took him up on it, passing his own palm over the other boy's, which was still red from the spanking it had administered to Teddy's backside. They turned and started to walk down the tracks again. Vern, who's sense of timing was always lousy, struck up the theme from 'Have Gun, Will Travel' again, hoping to dissipate the remainder of the hostile atmosphere. It was the wrong thing to do; the other three boys turned around and stared him into silence. His voice trailed off and he shut up, realizing with a sigh that he was once again the low man on the totem pole.
The day went on and they continued on down the tracks. The ill will in the air dissipated and no-one mentioned it again. Still, Teddy wasn't ready to be buddy-buddy with Chris just yet and so he set a slightly faster pace. He and Vern took the lead and Chris and Gordy hung back a bit. Gordy was lost in thought when his friend brought him back to reality.
"I don't guess I'll be seeing you much after the summer," Chris said.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I'll be with Vern and Teddy taking shop classes and you'll be taking college classes with the rest of the smart guys."
"A bunch of pussies, you mean," Gordy said. He didn't like his best friend creating such a major division between them.
"No, man, don't say that. Don't even think that!" Chris' voice had taken an urgent tone. "You'd be a pussy if you didn't take those classes."
"What's pussy about wanting to be with your friends?"
"It's pussy if your friends drag you down. I mean, those stories you make up, Gordy, they're really good. It's like when you were born, God said, 'O. K. kid, here's your one thing; try not to mess it up." There was a pause and then he spoke again.
"You're just a kid, Gordy," Chris said gently.
"Gee, thanks, Dad!" Gordy snapped sarcastically. Chris, however, responded seriously.
"I wish I were your father," he said. "You wouldn't be talking any crap about taking shop classes if I was. Listen to me Godry; you have a mind. You're smart and that's your ticket of here. But if you're not careful, you'll blow your chance. And if your parents are too _f_u_c_k_ed up to do it, I'll make sure you don't wimp out."
Chris had crossed a major line. All of the kids had screwed up parents, but it was unspoken protocol that you never criticized each other's folks. Gordy was stunned that Chris would say such a thing about his parents, and it was on the tip of his tongue to tell him what he thought of the other boy's trashy folks. But as Chris had said, Gordy was a smart boy and he realized that his friend would only say something like that if he really cared about him. The void created by Gordy's cold father began to fill as he sensed the strong paternal care coming from Chris. Suddenly, he wanted to find out just how far the other boy would take this. He stopped walking, loosing sight of Teddy and Vern as they went around a corner.
"Suppose you were my father," he said to Chris, "And I told you I was going to take shop classes. What would you do about it?"
Chris picked up on Gordy's shift in mood and stepping into the character that was being offered him.
"I'd give you a good hiding until you got that nonsense out of your head," he retorted, still being serious but now with a slight grin.
"Well, I want to take shop classes next year, Dad," Gordy said, now completely immersed in their role playing.
"We'll see about that, young man!" Chris said. With a quick glance to verify that Vern and Teddy were far out of sight, he took hold of Gordy's hand and lead him over to the bush. Walking a short way in through the trees, they found a small clearing, conveniently provided with a fallen log. Chris sat down on it and pulled his lanky friend over his lap. Gordy's red baseball cap fell off his head and he had to put his arms out to steady himself.
"Now," Chris said as he worked Gordy's jeans down, "You are going to have to be taught a lesson. I know what's best for you and you're just going to have to learn to do what I tell you. Because if you don't, this is what will happen to you."
"Are you going to pull my underpants down, too, Dad?" Gordy asked. It was an invitation wrapped in a question.
"Yes, son," Chris said as he took hold of Gordy's briefs. "Disobedient boys like you should always be spanked on their bare bottoms."
Gordy helpfully lifted his thighs as Chris pulled his underpants down to his jeans. Now his _c_o_c_k_ was out, dangling between Chris' thighs while his balls were rubbing against the rough fabric of the other boy's jeans. He was getting a boner, but if that hot thing pressing into his side was any indication, so was Chris. There were a few moments while the bigger boy positioned him correctly, but soon there was a hard slap on his naked bottom; SMACK!
While not as hard as Chris had given Teddy, this did sting somewhat, and it was only the first one; SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!!
No-one had laid a hand on Gordy's bottom since he was four, and so he had little to compare this to, but he doubted that most boys in this position would be feeling waves of warm pleasure with every hard slap. True, Chris was holding back, but the heat in his rear made it clear that he was getting a good spanking. His hard _c_o_c_k_ rubbed up and down on Chris' denim covered thigh each time he bounced from a fresh spank, bringing other jolts of pleasure. Gordy made no attempt to count the slaps and even noticed that he was sticking his bottom out, eagerly awaiting each fresh spank. The tension in his _c_o_c_k_ was increasing when Chris finished.
"You didn't have to stop," Gordy panted, shamelessly rubbing his _d_i_c_k_ on Chris' leg. His friend knew what he needed, though, and reached his right hand around and took hold of Gordy's hairless _c_o_c_k_. Gordy gasped as the hot hand took a firm hold of his member and started to pump it. This was beyond anything he could have hoped for. With the pleasant heat in his spanked butt cheeks, he relaxed and let Chris do what he wanted. It didn't take long for him to feel his orgasm approach.
"Chris, man," he gasped, "I'm gonna shoot!"
Chris spread his legs slightly and held Gordy's _c_o_c_k_ tightly with one hand, while with the other he resumed spanking him. As the second swat fell, Gordy felt the waves of orgasm break over him. He'd only started to shoot cum a couple of months ago, and this was without a doubt the most intense orgasm he'd ever had. Chris held him tightly as the rest of his seed splattered onto the ground and then released him. After relaxing for a moment, Gordy shifted and stood up. His butt was still stinging, but he found it pleasant rather than uncomfortable. Tucking his softening penis back in his briefs, he pulled up his pants. He could see Chris' boner pressing against his jeans.
"You want me to take care of that?" he asked
"We better catch up to Teddy and Vern," Chris said. "Otherwise they'll come back looking for us."
This was wise, but all the same, Gordy was disappointed. He'd very much wanted to get his hands on Chris' meat.
"Maybe later?" he said hopefully.
"Definitely later!" Chris replied with a grin on his face. Gordy grinned back and they made their way back to the tracks. They set a fast pace so they would catch up to the others. Chris moved up close next to Gordy and reached over and rubbed his behind through his pants.
"So, no more talk about shop classes?" he said.
"I don't know, I might need a few reminders."
"I'll be right there to put you over my knee the moment I hear the words come out of your mouth," Chris threatened.
"Shop classes!" Gordy said, at the same time breaking into a sprint.
"Oh, you cheat, LaChance!" Chris said as he started to run after the other boy. They ran down the tracks, Chris making no real effort to overtake the other boy and soon they caught sight of their two friends. As they reached them, they slowed down and both burst out laughing. Teddy and Vern turned around and stared at them.
"We thought you two had gotten lost," Teddy muttered, not at all happy about being stuck with only Vern to talk to.
Neither Gordy or Chris could think of a suitable fib to cover what they had been doing, so they just kept on laughing. As soon as they got their breath back, all four headed on down the tracks toward the body.
The afternoon wore on. They made a side trip to get some munchies for the night and had an unpleasant encounter with a nasty junkyard owner but at the end of the day they were a little more than half way to their goal. They found a large, cleared area on the side of the tracks and set up camp for the night. By the time they had the fire going and all their gear arranged, night had fallen. They cooked dinner and then sat around and filled the time with the sort of debates that only boys could make any sense of. They were able to resolve everything except for the burning question of what kind of an animal Goofy was. Then they talked Gordy into telling a few of his stories, although Teddy and Vern didn't quite get his best one. After that they turned in and fell asleep.
Godry did not sleep at all well. He dreamed about his brother's funeral and awoke with a start. The fire had burned down, but with its glow and that of the moonlight, he could see Chris sitting up. Quietly, he went over to his friend and told him about his nightmare. Chris comforted him and Godry wondered what he would do without him. Suddenly an idea occurred to him and he decided to bring it up. Vern and Teddy were deep sleepers and so there was no chance of their conversation waking either of them up.
"You know, you could take the college classes with me," he tentatively said. Chris, however, just shook his head.
"Why not?" Godry persisted.
Chris paused and then started to speak.
"You know I stole the milk money?" he said.
Gordy did know it, but it wasn't the sort of thing you talked about. He didn't really approve, but wouldn't have risked damaging their friendship over it.
"Sure you knew I took it. That's why I got a free vacation from school," Chris said. "Teddy knew it. Everybody knew it. Even Vern knew it, I think."
Gordy didn't know what to make of this confession and so he maintained his silence. He didn't know where this was heading.
"And maybe I was sorry and tried to give it back," Chris said, his voice taking on a new tone.
"You tried to give it back?" This wasn't something Gordy had suspected at all.
"Maybe," Chris said, his voice getting both harder and more hurt. "Maybe I gave it to old lady Simons and told her I was sorry and the money was all there. But I still got a free vacation because the money never turned up. And maybe the next week Mrs. Simons showed up with a brand new outfit on!"
"Yea, I remember it!" Gordy broke in. He had realized that what Chris was saying was the literal truth. "It was yellow with brown dots."
"And do you think that that bitch would have tried to pull something like that if it was one of those Kelly kids from the north side of town?" Chris spat out.
"No," Gordy felt horribly upset at the injustice done to his friend and didn't know what to say. Mrs. Simons probably wouldn't have been able to pull it on him, either.
"But suppose I went and tried to tell that story. Me, Chris Chambers, kid brother to Eyeball Chambers. Do you think anybody would believe me?" Gordy shook his head helplessly. Chris turned back to the fire and seemed to calm down somewhat.
"I think she must have had her eye on that dress for a long time. She saw here chance and she took it. I was the fool for trying to give it back, anyway." He paused and then tried to speak again. Godry saw him open his mouth, but no words gave out. He realized that Chris was about to burst into tears and he rested his arm around the other boy's broad shoulders.
"I just with I could go somewhere where nobody knew me," Chris managed to get out just before the sobs burst from his lungs.
Gordy just held him while he cried. Chris almost never broke down like this, and he surely wouldn't have done it if Teddy or Vern were awake. It took a few minutes, but he regained his composure and straightened back up.
"I've got no business talking about your parents," he said in a low voice. "My parents don't give a _s_h_i_t_ what I do. You know what my father said when I got suspended? He hoped I had a good time spending the money. Then he laughed and clapped me on the back."
Gordy was appalled. He didn't know which was worse; his parents quiet disapproval and indifference or Chris' folks encouraging him to be a lowlife like them.
"No one gives a _s_h_i_t_ about me," Chris continued. "They all expect me to turn out rotten, just like everybody else in my family. If I'm a thief, that only confirms what they thought about me."
"I give a _s_h_i_t_ about you," Gordy said.
"That so? How come you didn't ask me if I stole the milk money?"
"I was disappointed," Gordy admitted, caught off guard by his friend's directness. "I wished you hadn't done it. Honestly, I thought you knew better."
"I did know better," Chris admitted. "But I did it anyway and nobody seemed surprised. And my parents couldn't have cared less."
Gordy didn't know where Chris wanted to take this, but an idea had occurred to him and he wanted to try it out.
"If I was your father, I wouldn't have let you get away with it," he put in.
Chris turned and looked him full in the face. Gordy could feel his friend searching for the motives behind that comment.
"No, I don't believe you would have," he finally said. "What would you have done about it."
"Honestly, I would have spanked you good," Gordy said. "Even if you gave it back, you knew better than to take it in the first place."
"So, Dad," Chris said, shifting into the reverse of the roles that they had assumed that afternoon, "Now that you know the truth...."
"I'm afraid, young man, that I'm going to have to take you over to the other side of the tracks and give you a hard spanking!"
Chris had a tight smile, but he stood up. Gordy stood up to and rolled up his sleeping bag. They couldn't do this here in case Teddy or Vern woke up and they would probably need something to sit on. Once he had secured it, the two boys made their way through the moonlight over the tracks. On the other side there was a smaller clearing that they had rejected as a camping site, but it was wide enough to let in the light and far enough away that they would be assured privacy. There was no log, so Gordy spread his sleeping back out on the ground and sat down on it. Chris discarded his shoes and pants and stood there with his white T-shirt and briefs reflecting back the moonlight. Gordy caught his breath. He didn't think Chris had ever looked as good as he did in that moment. Gordy's _c_o_c_k_ stiffened in excitement.
"Get over my lap, young man," Gordy said, trying unsuccessfully to make his voice sound stern, "You are about to be punished."
Chris got down on his knees and then lay forward over Gordy's thighs. Gordy ran his hand appreciatively over his friend's cotton covered butt. Chris had made no move to pull his underwear down, but Gordy decided to risk it.
"Stealing is a very serious thing," he said, "I think I'll have to spank you on your bare bottom."
He took hold of the elastic waistband and heard Chris give a nervous giggle. For a moment he wondered if he was going to let him do it, but then Chris raised his middle up and Gordy was able to pull his briefs down to his knees. Now, for the first time, he had a clear view of Chris' naked butt, the pale globes shining in the moonlight. His _c_o_c_k_ got even harder and he could feel Chris' boner sticking in between his legs.
"I do care about you," he said as he rubbed Chris' firm buns, "You have a chance to get out of here, too, and every time you do something to screw it up, I'm going to spank you."
Gordy drew back his hand and slapped Chris' butt hard, WHAP! It stung his hand he hit so hard, but that didn't stop him, WHAP!, WHAP!, WHAP!, WHAP!!
He didn't hold back much, he was spanking Chris at least as hard as Teddy had been spanked, and that had been over underwear. Of course, Chris had already been suspended for stealing, but seeing as how his parents hadn't followed up on it, Gordy didn't consider it much of a punishment. Chris' _d_i_c_k_ had grown even bigger, but from the heat of his butt and the pain in his own hand, Gordy knew that it had to hurt. He lost count as to how many times he spanked the other boy and he only stopped when his arm gave out. He could hear Chris sniffling and he hoped he hadn't overdone it. Noting that his friend's _d_i_c_k_ was still hard, he reached around to play with it, but Chris stopped him.
"No, not yet," he said. Gordy stopped, wondering what Chris was waiting for. He hoped the other boy would let him play with it at some point. While he waited, he rubbed Chris' hot bottom, enjoying the smooth feeling of the spanked skin. A minute later, Chris moved back onto his knees. Now Gordy had a clear view of the other boy's boner. It jutted up proudly at a 45 degree angle and he jealously noticed a very small patch of brown pubic hair forming at the base.
"We have a bit on unfinished business," Chris said.
"Huh?" Gordy didn't know what he was talking about.
"Back on the tracks you made a smart comment about shop classes again," he clarified. "You didn't think I would let you get away with it just because you ran up to Teddy and Vern, did you?"
Gordy had been joking when he'd said that, but he didn't think Chris was being serious now. If he wanted to do a bit more playacting, that was fine.
"Am I in trouble?" he asked.
"Yes, but not very much," Chris said, "Still, I told you I'd put you over my knee if I heard you say the words, and so that's what I'm going to do."
Gordy thought for a moment. Chris probably just wanted to equalize things a bit between them a bit after the hard spanking he'd just gotten; Gordy really hadn't done anything to deserve a second spanking. But he didn't expect that it would be very hard and he had enjoyed it the last time. Not only that, Chris had kicked his underwear all the way off; he was naked from the waist down. Gordy was sure that the other boy would make him pull his pants down, and laying exposed like that over Chris' lap while his friend was also naked was too good to pass up.
"O. K., Dad," he said to signal his agreement.
"Take your pants off, then," Chris said and Gordy quickly complied. Chris was now sitting on the sleeping bag, his hard _c_o_c_k_ sticking up from his middle. Gordy decided to go all the way without being asked and took off his briefs, too, freeing his own erection. Chris pulled him over his lap and Gordy found the experience of his _c_o_c_k_ rubbing against Chris' bare legs even more erotic than before. Also, the warmth from his friend's _d_i_c_k_ tucked under his side was a new pleasure. With no warning at all, Chris started spanking him.
"I'll teach you...." WHAP! "....to make smart comments...." WHAP! "....to me...." WHAP!"....about shop classes!" WHAP! He wasn't spanking very hard, not even as hard as he had that afternoon, and for Gordy it was all pleasure. Nor did it last as long, which was good because Gordy was building toward orgasm and he didn't want to cum before Chris did.
"Let that be a reminder to you," Chris said as he delivered the last slap. Then he rolled Gordy onto his side and slipped his legs out from under him. Chris seemed to want to run the show and so Gordy let him. The bigger boy laid down beside him and took hold of his waist. Then he pulled them together until their _d_i_c_k_s were touching. Gordy gasped as he felt the warmth from his friend's hard meat against his aching boner. Chris smiled as he ground their hips together.
"Now," Chris said, "Jerk me off."
Gordy didn't need to be told twice. Eagerly, he took hold of Chris' _d_i_c_k_ and started to pump it. A moment later, the other boy returned the favor, enclosing Gordy's _d_i_c_k_ in his fist. They pumped together and were soon panting deeply.
"Tell me when your about to shoot," Chris gasped.
"It won't be long," Gordy whispered, "In fact....it's about to happen!"
Chris let go of Gordy's _c_o_c_k_ and rapidly brushed his friend's hand out of the way. Once again, he brought their crotches together and rubbed _c_o_c_k_s. He rolled onto his back and pulled the smaller boy on top of him. The hot grinding was too much for Gordy; he threw back his head as orgasm washed over him. His hot cum shot up between their bellies which were pressed together. Then he felt Chris erupting and an even bigger load of semen was added to the mix. It felt like Chris was cumming forever, spurt after spurt shot up between them. Gordy could feel his friend relaxing underneath him and he realized that he had stopped.
"Wow!" was all Chris said. Gordy didn't know what to say and so he just lay there, enjoying the feeling of Chris' body beneath his. After a while Chris gently lifted him off and they lay side by side. The night air was cool against the mingled cum on Gordy's stomach.
"Did I spank you too hard?" Gordy finally asked.
"Yes,....no,....I mean, yes, it was hard, but I deserved every bit of it. Were you mad that I spanked you, too?"
"No. I, um, liked it," Gordy admitted.
"I kind of liked it too," Chris said, "I'd have liked it better if it wasn't so hard, but next time you spank me it probably wont be for something so bad."
Gordy was quite pleased that Chris wanted to keep this going. Apart from the fact that the two of them looking out for each other helped fill the void their parents had left, it made him feel closer to Chris than he'd ever felt to anybody. They lay there for nearly an hour, holding each other and occasionally talking. Finally, Chris decided that they'd better go back to the campsite and go to sleep. A little reluctantly Gordy got dressed and picked up his sleeping bag. Quietly as mice, the two boys made their way back to the campfire. It was only burning embers, now, but they made no move to bank it up again. Chris got a handful of tissue, wet from his canteen, and wiped the cum off of himself and Gordy. Arranging their sleeping bags so they were side by side, they climbed in and went to sleep.