Act One, Scene One
"I'll be Jimmyboy and you be me!" Tommy exclaimed persuasively, as he zipped his jeans back up and buttoned them at the waist. "I've told you all about what happened. Let's act it out!"
"Oh, you know, I'm not good at that like you are," Kevin shrugged.
"Hey, you'd only be playing ME! You sure as hell should know how to act, as me, by now!"
The idea WAS kind of exciting. And since Kevin was already excited by the past half hour or so - _d_a_m_n_, how lucky to have a best friend with the finest butt to be found anywhere! - he didn't think through the role he would be playing or the exact turn of events too carefully but as usually happened whenever Tommy had an idea - and he had MANY IDEAS - Kevin agreed to it.
"So, how do we start?" he asked his friend who was clearly now back in his usual dominant role.
Tommy's beautiful blue eyes darted about the room, sizing up how it could be set up to resemble the Ass Prince's office. No way! Then his face demonstrated that he had another idea!
"Dad's office! We'll do it in there! It's got everything we need! Well, ALMOST everthing!"
So the two boys went down the hall, Tommy walking ahead of Kevin, Kevin's attention focused intently on Tommy's firm butt moving in a symphonic poem of muscular development under the taut denim. Once they were in the room, Tommy sat in his dad's desk chair and said - "Okay - you go out of the room and then knock to come in, like I did."
Kevin, whose mind had been gazing at Tommy's butt the whole time up till now , even when the real butt was no longer visible to him, came back to the moment with a jerk. "What? I don't remember what happened exactly!"
"Well," Tommy said in an agreeable tone, "I DO so I'll keep you in line! Let's just try! Come on!"
Kevin overcome his reluctance and began the scene by tapping on the trim around the door. (Tommy's dad's office HAD no door so that part of the scene had to be skipped.)
"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!" Tommy waved his hand. "I just thought of something! When I came into the office, Jimmyboy had a hard-on and a dark spot on his corduroys where his dick was leaking! I'm going to have to catch up with that!" and he began stroking the front of his jeans energetically.
Kevin looked away, considering calling halt on this whole game. But soon enough - hell, he was only 19! - Tommy was there, waving his hand down towards his crotch where there was a delectable soaked lump of flesh visible under the denim. Well, it WAS visible but Kevin was not about to LOOK at it!
"Now tap again!" Tommy waved his hand back toward the door. The two taps and Tommy put a crackly break in his voice as he said "Come in."
Kevin made a very hesitant step into the office. Tommy was amused to observe the manner he assumed so different from the confidence he KNEW he had demonstrated when HE faced Jimmyboy! But then - these variations were what made the game fun! Or at least they were PART of what made it fun!
"What are YOU doing here?" Kevin was really trying to emote in the role now - but the line was wrong.
Tommy murmured "Sir. Call me 'sir.'"
"Oh!" the memory flooded back to Kevin. "Sir!"
Tommy actually looked surprised then, mimicking James Etting's reaction to being addressed as "Sir," even though he had just prompted Kevin to call him that.
"You're going to spank me for mooning Mr. Frank, aren't you?" Well, Tommy thought, Kevin certainly jumped ahead of the scene on THAT line but that was okay. But rather than spoil the playing altogether by being too meticulous about the authenticity of the scene, Tommy instead enacted Jimmyboy's nervous responses. But what the hell? If Kevin was going to jump ahead, he might also do so. Cut to the chase or the spanking!
Kevin did not gaze into Tommy's eyes, beautiful as they were, with the fervent interest Tommy had given Jimmyboy's deep brown peepers. He still seemed more like a novice actor in his first appearance on stage.
Reversing roles slightly, Tommy stated, "We may as well go ahead, and I'll spank you." One aspect of the scene was very close to the original: just as Jimmyboy's had, Tommy's _c_o_c_k_ was wedged up tenting his jeans.
"Take your jeans off!" Tommy barked, remembering of course that Jimmyboy had not been nearly this assertive about the scene but knowing he couldn't count on his buddy taking the lead.
Kevin DID remember the next part clearly, it being after all the first part that had really interested him. Like Tommy had done, he turned his back to the faux Jimmyboy and he did emulate Tommy by bending deep and giving his friend an excellent close-up view of his butt in the white briefs.
An objective viewer might observe that Kevin did NOT QUITE have the butt to play the role of Tommy, but Tommy was not interested in such comparisons. And he was as pleased as Jimmyboy had been alarmed when Kevin turned and Tommy could see his _c_o_c_k_, long but less thick than his own, jutting out the thin cotton.
"You may leave those underpants on," Tommy said, "for now! Come lie over my lap!"
(OKAY READERS! NOW I"VE BEEN PATIENT WITH YOU! BUT THIS IS IT! I WANT SOME RESPONSES PRONTO - OR THE STORY JUST MAY NEVER BE CONCLUDED! E-MAIL ME, SPANKERS AND SPANKEES! - STONE)