Play's The Thing!
Tommy pushed the chair back away from the desk in his father's office and gestured to his lap. Kevin eagerly stretched himself across his best friend's lap. Once there, he squirmed slightly, to move off the spot on Tommy's lap that was poking up and that Kevin could feel dampening the side of his belly just above the waistband of his white briefs.
Tommy watched him squirm, his face lighting up with delight. Ah, he DID like to play with his friend! Kevin's butt swiveled a little this way and then a little back positioning himself just right for the spanking .
Hmmmmm. Tommy stared at Kevin's butt. He drew a deep breath, collecting the smells of a teenager who has been through a day of school but is essentially a clean boy. Departing a bit from the real scene upon which the boys were improvising, Tommy took hold of the waistband of Kevin's briefs and pulled them up tighter, admiring as he did the way Kevin's firm buttocks resisted unsuccessfully the pressures of the cloth.
After a moment of enjoying the effect of the view on his own heavy throbbing _c_o_c_k_, Tommy said "Well, here goes!" with a good deal more enthusiasm and confidence than Jimmyboy had said the same words, and raising his subordinate left hand into the air, gave Kevin a moderately light swat on the butt. Then he paused.
Kevin said nothing.
Tommy waited.
Still, his friend was silent.
"Line, Kevin!" Tommmy hissed and Kevin sputtered out, "Uh, sir? That really didn't hurt! If you use more force, I'll learn my lesson better!"
Well, not exactly the words as originally spoken by the mastermind of the whole chain of events but nonetheless close enough to launch a series of zealous swats: SMACK!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!!!
Then Tommy stopped. He let his hand drop limply onto Kevin's butt.
"Is that enough?" he asked his friend, still keeping close to "script."
"No!" Kevin exclaimed, his emotions and his _c_o_c_k_ calling for more firm attention from his buddy.
This was another missed cue. Oh, well - maybe with multiple rehearsals Kevin would learn to play the part with more fidelity to the original. To cover the lack of a cue, Tommy said, "Well, I don't know! How can I tell if you've had enough?"
Kevin's memory returned again to the real incident as related by Tommy. "Oh - THIS will give you an idea!" he exclaimed, almost falling off Tommy's lap as he eagerly wriggled around to shove his briefs down past his knees.
Tommy saw more of his buddy's backside in the process of his getting his underwear down than Kevin ever would have intended. Deep in the boy's hairless crack, Tommy saw a dark mysterious place the mere sight of which sent another supply of blood rushing to his _c_o_c_k_. And mischief-maker that he was, he also took advantage of Kevin's momentary shift of attention to pass a hand underneath his friend's torso and very lightly for the briefest of instants, grasp Kevin's sensitive _c_o_c_k_ in his fingertips.
But then his attention rested. How he enjoyed studying Kevin's butt! For years now, it had been a favorite pastime, one that only improved as both boys developed into young men! At this moment it was flushed with color from the spanks already delivered to it. Just as James had done, but with more abandon, Tommy passed his hand over Kevin's butt feeling the heat and appreciating the smooth, taut surface of Kevin's skin. He let the weight of his arm press downward then, and now FULLY erect and alert, Kevin rocked his ass under Tommy's hand. Jimmyboy had probably not understood this, but Tommy did and took note of the motion of Kevin's hard _c_o_c_k_, hitting the inside of his thigh.
He cupped Kevin's buttocks in his hand and repeated Jimmyboy's line, "Well, it l-l-looks as if I've done enough damage!" imitating the sputter of a laugh that capped that anxious remark.
Kevin lay there. Then he pulled up his left leg, giving Tommy a wonderful demonstration of muscle motion in the young male backside and also, although he gave THIS no thought, allowing Tommy once again to view his tight little hole.
His friend's hand dropped to his butt again, squeezing, massaging each cheek and grazing his fingers into Kevin's crack.
Although the scenarios each of them would have unwound from this moment were quite different, both boys found themselves at a peak of _s_e_x_ual excitement. Kevin waited eagerly for the next series of swats. Why was Tommy just letting his hand rest like that, fingertips only moving very slightly between his buttcheeks?
"Are you going to take my temperature, Sir?"
"Yes! Of course I am!" replied Tommy, who until then had other thoughts entirely. "That's the only way to be sure you have been adequately punished! And I have the thermometer, right here!"
Well, it was a fine thermometer indeed: Tommy's middle finger, the thickest and longest of his manual digits! First he had licked it, wetting it thoroughly, then pressed at first gently and then with greater force, upon Kevin's hole.
Kevin's anus had not taken acting lessons, but nonetheless he was able to use it to communicate resistance, until finally it loosened with a luxuriant pace, so so slowly, and allowed Tommy's finger in, first knuckle, then to the second, then all the way.
Tommy checked his watch. (Actually he was not wearing one, but then his finger was also no thermometer!)
Kevin felt the presence of the thick digit in his butt, pressing here and there and finally hitting its target, which sent an even greater rush of blood to Kevin's _c_o_c_k_ and caused him to draw in his breath sharply. This told Tommy that his probe was successful.
He held the finger pressing it firmly but not painfully against Kevin's prostate. Kevin felt like his _c_o_c_k_ was getting bigger and bigger, like Pinocchio's nose, painfully exceeding any previous dimensions. Tommy noticed the engorged organ pressing his thigh. Ah, he'd have to negotiate some kind of a compromise with Kevin, who was always reluctant to take part in ANY kind of _c_o_c_k_play!
Tommy's guess was right: that Kevin was in a state that would take him about as far as he would ever be willing to go. But some of his taboos were unshakeable. There was NO WAY he would touch Tommy's dick - not with his hand, and even more emphatically NOT WITH HIS MOUTH! But as Tommy's expert hand delivered one hard swat after another, some of Kevin's lesser restraints began to loosen up. In common language - he, like Tommy, was horny beyond belief.
"Let's take a shower!" Tommy suddenly exclaimed.
This idea out of nowhere confused Kevin for a second but the boys had showered together before and it had been okay. No it had been fun. Right now - with his _c_o_c_k_ banging Tommy's thigh - he KNEW it had been fun.
So Kevin pushed himself up off his friend's lap, started pulling his pants back up but then, remembering that they were heading for the shower, he stepped out of them instead.
Tommy grinned and admired the view, as Kevin nearly lost his balance and his fine pair of buns were at the utmost of curvy shapeliness and his crack was a wide open furrow. Jeez, Tommy just HAD to love the guy!
Once his legs were freed from the pants, Kevin turned and saw Tommy watching him and grinning. He was slightly mortified, if mortification can occur in lesser degree. But Tommy fixed that by stepping towards him and embracing him in a brotherly hug. Well- it WAS brotherly, for the most part. There was one uncovered hard _c_o_c_k_ in that hug and another struggling behind jeans and briefs - which might not QUITE fit the general description of brotherhood!