Joey Peterson had moved a few houses up from ours during the summer when we were twelve. It was a big relief since he was the only other kid my age, and I really didn't want to have to spend the summer all by myself. We had a lot in common, one of those things being that neither of us had any siblings, so we spent a lot of time together during those summer days.
One day my mom (who was single) had to go away over night on a business trip and called Joey's mom to see if it would be okay for me to spend the night with them. Mrs. Peterson knew me pretty well since I was over there a lot during the day, and she said they would be happy to have me.
It was on a Friday and I went Joey's in the afternoon when my mom left on her business trip. After we ate dinner the two of us went downstairs to the basement to watch tv. He and I were almost exactly the same size and weight, give or take a few pounds, and we liked to rough-house and wrestle since we were both equal in strength. We began wrestling and making a lot of noise when his dad suddenly walked halfway down the basement stairs.
"You two keep it down," he said, and then he turned and walked back upstairs.
Joey and I immediately began to wrestle and it wasn't two minutes before his dad came down once again. "I thought I told you both to keep it down," he said. "If I have to come down here one more time I'm going to spank your bottoms."
The thought of Mr. Peterson spanking me not only made me feel mortified, but also pretty nervous. I still got spanked by my mom, although it wasn't very often, and they weren't fun experiences. No one else had ever spanked me before, but I could tell that Mr. Peterson was serious about his warning.
Joey and I did settle down for some time, knowing what the consequences would be if his dad had to come back down. It was about a half-hour later when he picked up a pillow off the couch and whacked me with it.
"Aw, that's it!" I said, picking up another pillow and hitting him with it.
Right then and there we were having our own pillow fight, running all over the place and hitting each other hard with the pillows. We then began throwing the pillows at each other and finally we ended up knocking over a pot of flowers and dirt from the lamp-table next to the couch.
Mr. Peterson immediately came down the stairs and looked at the mess on the floor. "Okay boys, I warned you and you didn't listen, so now I'm going to spank you both," he said. My heart sank into my stomach right then. The threat of a spanking was one thing, but now he was actually going to give us one. He sat down in a chair in the center of the room. "Joey, come here."
"Please dad, don't do this with Shane here!" Joey pleaded.
"That's enough Joey!" his father snapped. "You both were told what would happen if you continued to rough-house down here, and you didn't listen, so now you both have to pay the consequences."
Joey was almost in tears as he walked over to his father. Mr. Peterson stood Joey between his knees with the boy's back to him. I was standing there watching as he reached around Joey's waist and unbuttoned his jeans shorts.
"Dad, please don't!" Joey begged in tears.
Mr. Peterson pulled Joey's shorts and underwear down below his knees, and from where I stood I could see everything. With Joey's back still to him he held him with one arm around his waist. I then noticed him reach around with other hand and began to jiggle and stroke Joey's penis.
"Please stop daddy!" Joey begged.
Mr. Peterson continued to fondle Joey. "You know the routine," he replied. He then began stroking Joey's _c_o_c_k_ real hard and fast and a white, sticky load began squirting from the tip of his penis into his dad's hand. He then turn the boy sideways and pulled him across his knees. He rested his large hand on Joey's little butt, and then he began to spank. Joey almost immediately began to sob and kick. I could see his father's handprints appearing all over his bottom. He gave Joey about thirty spanks, and by the end his entire bottom was scarlet. He lifted Joey off his lap and Joey contined to cry. I noticed his penis sticking straight out once again.
"Okay Shane, your turn," Mr. Peterson said, looking over at me. "Come over here."
I very nervously walked over to him with my heart beating faster than ever. He turned me around and stood me between his knees with my back to him. I then felt his fingers at the button and zipper of my jeans shorts, and seconds later he was sliding them down my knees with my underwear. Just like with Joey he held me around my waist, and I then felt his hand jiggling my _c_o_c_k_. Never had I felt so nervous before as I did then. He stroked my little penis and balls, and continued for about five minutes or so. Suddenly my penis began to erupt and I squirted my very first load in his hand. It did feel really good, strange but good, and it relaxed me. He pulled me to his side and pulled me over his knees. He placed his hand on my bare bottom, and moments later he began to spank. It stung more than anything I was ever given. I was kicking and sobbing in no time.
Joey and I had to get ready for bed after the spankings, and we both lied in the beds on our stomachs. His mother came in a few minutes later with some lotion, and she raised our night-shirts and rubbed the lotion all over our sore buns and the insides of our cracks. She even went up between our legs stroking our balls and penises and we were made to cum for the second time that night into our sheets.