My good friend Bruce and I were hanging at his place, having gone to exercise after school. We were both in the tenth grade. I was small, but in good shape, not really needing to exercise past the normal racing metabolism off an active horny teenager. But my friend Bruce had been fat as a child, and hence was determine never to be so again. He was big into working out, extremely muscular for a guy his age.
I didn't really enjoy it, but he was my other best friend, besides John , so I put up with it. It had been particularly hot in school, as summer was not to far away. Big old brick buildings hold heat very effectively, especially when the county run air conditioner was not functioning. So after a day of lumbering around school, and now being forced to lift weights in a tiring, boring and repetative way, I was feeling rather scummy, even for a teenager.
Bruce invited me to stay for supper, which made me feel even more conscious of the fact that I was grimy, and unfit to stay. I informed him of this, and he suggested I take a shower. He could then lend me some gym shorts, that with its elastic waist, would fit reasonably well. I agreed and we headed upstairs. When we got up there he began to strip off his clothing, exposing that well proportioned upper body he was so proud of, and rightly so. I inquired if he wanted to shower first, never being one for pretense. He informed me that we didn't have much time, and that since he was forbidden to utilize his parents bathroom, we'd have to use the same one together.
Bruce had no problem with this as he had a younger brother, and had on more than one occasion, had to do so. I however, only having a sister was a little nonplused. It was one thing to have a bunch of guys in gym class, but another thing altogether, just you and a buddy showering together at his house. He smiled and continued to pull off the rest of his sweaty clothing. Well I figured, we were freiends, and two guys, so what the heck. I quickly began to work my jeans off, attepmting to catch up with him so that we might clean up.
As I pulled my shirt over my head , I was greeted to the sight of my friends extremly tight buttocks. Firm, and high reaching, seperating into a perfect crack. I don't know what possesed me, I hadn't really thought about this sort if thing for years. Alain had moved away, but a sudden urge reach out, and caused me to act. I brought my hand back, and then swung it at Bruce's perfect taut posterior.
He jumped, an expletive exploding from his lips as the unexpected blow cracked against his tight well formed cheek. He whirled, a look of death framing his face.
"What the hell was that for", he shouted, his face as red in anger as my handprint upon his butt.
"I don't know", I replied sheepishly, still wondering why myself. I felt a familiar pulse in my flaccid member even as I said it.
" I'm sorry " , I said, in a tone that lacked any humility or regret.
" What are you going to do about it", I challenged, pushing up against him.
"You'd better watch it", he replied, the time for appeasel at hand. But, I would not be stopped. My brain had a plan, and it just dragged me along.
" Do something about it I said."
Bruce's face dropped at this. I could tell he was pissed, but that he didn't want to go to blows.
"Maybe I should just give you a few more, since you such a wuse", came my next words. The rational side of my brain was trying to phone home that part of my mind that was laying this all out. Before I could stop myself I said it.
"You'd never gave the balls to spank me! On top of this I gave my best and most physically well built friends a shove. The part of my brain that was controlling the proceedings recoiled in horror as my friend move back very little. Whether he just decided it was a good idea, or perhaps realized part of me was asking for one, he yanked me mightily off my feet. I landed with a fleshy plop as our laps became one. He placed a powerful hand upon my back, pinning me, as if I might try to remove myself from the precarious position I was in.
What he lacked in technique, my dear friend made up for in strength. The spanking I'd received years earlier flew back to my mind, as my chum placed blow after blow upon my sweaty , meaty little buns. As I began a half-hearted attempt to escape, a giggle came from the door, followed by a request from us as to what the _f_u_c_k_ was going on. Bruce paused in the beating I had incited.
Standing there in the doorway, with a dog head hanging look upon his face, was Bruce's younger brother Terry. He smiled an idiot grin as our faces began to color in hue exactly the same shade as my backside. I quickly got off of Bruce's lap, as if perhaps we could explain it away. Bruce went on the offensive, reminding Terry, that he wasn't allowed to use such language.
"And I supposed he retorted, that Dad and Mom wouldn't wonder why you were spanking Vince." As I was racing through my mind a response to that, Bruce simply stated that if Terry didn't keep quiet about he'd be in trouble.
Terry chortled, obviously uncowed. Even I knew this was an empty threat. Bruce was too kind hearted to use his obvious physical superiority to threaten his siblings.
"Forget it" Terry said, your busted.
Suddenly in my mimd, I saw my sweet friend Alain standing there taunting me as was his way.
"Well, maybe I'll do something about it", I said.
"Yeah right, Terry replied. To my shock, Bruce growled, let's get him.
It would have been quite a sight, had anyone been home. Two naked fifteen year old boys, chasing a dressed twelve year old. Terry tried to slam the door as he made it to their shared room, but Bruce's greater strength won the day. It flew open, actually hitting his young brother, knocking him to the floor. Bruce and I with an apparently shared mind, lept bodily upon him.
Still, as if the same thought were flowing into our brains, we dragged Terry towards us, working in perfect unison as we stripped him of his brown corduroy jeans. We began smacking his tiny little butt, working together as if one man in charge. We managed to place a good thirty blows to each side of his young tender tush before his cries for mercy reached our ears. The bloodlust flowed out of us, as Terry lay there sobbing. I reached out and gingerly rubbed his little butt, trying to ease his discomfort.
Eventually he staggered to his feet, trying not to trip over his jeans that were still draped about his knees, threatening us with all kinds of torments. Bruce and I walked out slowly, our senses having returned. We spoke no words as we showered. After we had cleaned and dressed, we both went over to Terry who lay face up on the bottom of their bunk beds. Bruce tried to get his brother to speak to him with no success. I added profuse apologies, sighting that he had come upon us at a terribly strange moment. Bruce plied him with promises of making it up to him, promising him whatever it would take to soothe his ire, and to keep his mouth shut. Bruce gave me that come on agree look, and I added my assurances that we'd do whatever was nessecary to make it up to him. We finally secured a promise of silence, and an assurance that when he'd thought about it, he'd let us know what we could do to make amends.
To be Continued.................