This continues the stories begun under thae title "More Than a Paddling"
My Life with David
As soon as Uncle Roy left, David and I rushed to get our underpants on quickly. We said nothing to each other. I was as embarrassed as I think David must have been. As we proceeded to put our jeans and shirts on, David finally caught my eye.
"Did you get the spellling of that word?" He said as he laced his sneakers.
"Yeah. H-o-m-o-e-r-o-t-i-c, 'homo erotic', I guess."
"_s_h_i_t_!" David said. "I know what 'homo' means."
"And I know what 'erotic' means. It means _s_e_x_ually exciting." We both started back down to our bedroom. Once there we closed the door. I sat on my bed, David sat on his chair on his side of our shared study desk.
"Your butt hurt?" David asked after a few minutes during which we said nothing to each other.
"Of course my butt hurts, idiot. Are you saying yours don't?"
"No, mine still hurts a little. He hit hard today, didn't he?"
"Yeah. Real hard." I said. We fell silent again. Each of us wanted to talk about what we had just been through but neither wanted to start the conversation. I wanted in particular to bring up the erections we had both experienced but knowing how bashful David was on this topic I kept quiet. But finally I decide I'd have to be the one to break the silence. "I guess he figures we're old enough to get a harder paddling." I said.
"Yeah." David agreed. Still another silence.
"What about the other stuff?" I asked. "You know, bending over and all."
"That was as bad as the paddling, I thought," David said.
"Yeah, me too. I mean we've both seen each other get the paddle before, right?"
"Not with our butts up like that. He never made us do that, Jason."
"Look up the word," I said. "We got to tell him why he wants us to look it up." David grabbed the dictionary from our bookshelf.
"Okay, here it is. 'Homoerotic'." David read the definition. "A tendency to be _s_e_x_ually aroused by a member of the same _s_e_x_." David looked at me, his face red.
"_s_h_i_t_," I said. "He thinks we're homos."
"Well," David said, "I wonder why, Jason."
"No you don't, David. You *know* why."
"What d'ya mean?" David said. I could tell he was getting embarrassed.
"_s_h_i_t_, David," I said. "We both got those 'stiffies'. That's what I mean."
"Oh." David said. "Yeah, I guess."
"You got hard first, you know," I said.
"I couldn't help it, Jason. Honest. You got one too, though."
"Yeah, I know." I said. "Wonder why."
"Why I got one or why you got one after I did?" David asked.
"Both." I said.
Just then, Uncle Roy knocked on our closed door. A couple of seconds later he opend the door just enough to put his head in the room. "I'm going to pick up your mother, David. I'll be back in fifteen or twenty minutes."
"Okay, Dad," David said. I saw Uncle Roy look at the opened dictionary on the desk. He said nothing but closed the door and left. Two minutes later we heard him back the car down the driveway. I wanted to return to the topic of our erections.
"Look," I said, "the big difference between today and our paddlings before was what?"
"Well, you know."
"What?" I said pressing David.
"Well, you know, he had us bend over and all of that." David said turning red in the face again.
"No, I think it was more than that," I said. "Today he made us watch each other get it. He's never done that before. Before he just told us to stand next to each other, drop our pants and bend over. We couldn't actually see each other getting it even though we were right next to each other. And today he had us lookin' at each other the whole time practically. Undressing and all. You got your stiffy before he even got the paddle near your butt. Remember?"
"Maybe." David said. I sensed that he would have been happy to change the subject.
"No," I said. "No 'maybe' about it, David. That was it."
"Well you got a bigger dick than me. I never had to look at it before. I mean *really* look at it." David was a little defensive.
"You didn't have to look at it today but you did." I said.
"Well, you looked at mine too, don't forget."
"Okay, show me your dick. Let's see if I get hard." I said in a challenging voice.
"What!?" David said. "Show you my dick? Why?"
"To see if I get hard, stupid." I was standing now.
"Come on, Jason, don't you be stupid."
"Do it." I said. "Come on, I'll do it if you will." I started to unbutton my jeans but stopped. "You first, though." David said nothing for a moment as I stood with my hand poised on the zipper of my jeans, waiting. But...he slowly stood up.
It was at this moment, gentle reader, that I knew the relationship between my cousin and myself was about to enter a new phase. I also suddenly realized that I was getting hard in anticipation.
David stood for a moment, then slowly unbuttoned his jeans and began lowering his zipper.
"You'll do it too?," he confirmed as he slid his jeans down past his hips.
"Yes," I said and unzipped my jeans to show that I meant it. David then looked down at his tight jockey undershorts. We both saw that he had at least the begining of an erection.
"_s_h_i_t_," David said, looking down and seeing himself getting hard. He placed his thumbs inside the elastic waist band of his shorts but suddenly stopped.
"Come on," I said. "Do it. Let me see it."
"Well, Jason, I think I'm already hard," he said as he pulled his shorts down exposing an almost full erection. Whether he did it consciously or not, I'm not sure but David jutted his hips outward accentuating his hard dick. "Okay," he said, "let's see yours."
I quickly pulled my jeans and underwear down at the same time and out plopped my full, throbbibg stiffy. To better David's action, I put my hands on top of my head and forced my hips outward.
David then did a marvelous thing, dear reader. He slowly leaned back with his butt against the desk, placing his hands on the edge of the desk for support. His stiff _c_o_c_k_ pointing directly at my face. Now both David and I were pretty sheltered and for fifteen and sixteen year olds we knew very little about _s_e_x_ and what adults did with each other's bodies. But I can tell you that David's current position -- leaning back against the desk for support -- left no doubt in my mind as to what I was supposed to do next and as to what David -- knowingly or not -- was inviting me to do. The ball was in my court, so to speak.
I slowly dropped my hands from my head and hobbled the two feet necessary to put me a foot in front of David. Looking him straight in the face, I slowly got to my knees and gently took his _c_o_c_k_ in my hand. These are the moments, gentle reader, that you remember forever -- if you're lucky. David's _c_o_c_k_ was surprisingly hard and warm in my hand as I gently squeezed. Feeling one's own stiff _c_o_c_k_ is one thing, feeling another's is something all together different.
Pure desire, intuition and perhaps something hard-wired in my genetic code caused me to slowly lean forward and gently take David's _c_o_c_k_ into my mouth. And David offered absolutely no resistance at all as I reached up, blindly, and pulled his jeans and underwear down past his knees. As I continued to explore the hardness of his _c_o_c_k_ with my tongue, I moved my hands up to gently massage his loose balls. I felt him move his legs apart to give me better access. I breathed deeply taking in the smell of David's crotch.
"_s_h_i_t_," I heard him say softly. A mental picture of David bent over pulling his buttocks apart to expose his anus entered my mind at this point and I responded by moving a finger back toward that tight looking asshole I had seen just thirty minutes before in the attic. As I continued, now sucking as well as licking his erection, I pressed my finger hard against his wet, slippery anus. "_s_h_i_t_," he said again. "I think you'd better stop, Jason."
I released his _c_o_c_k_ from my mouth and looked up at him. His head was tilted back, eyes closed. I continued rubbing my finger back and forth across his anus. "Why," I asked.
"'Cause, I'm going to squirt." He said.
I immediately stood to get a better view. David took his wet _c_o_c_k_ in his hand and began rubbing, at first slowly, then faster. I stood there watching him. He suddenly opened his mouth wide as if to shout but no sound came out until he softly cried "Ohhhh...god!" and he ejaculated a stream of semen onto my shirt. Then another stream, less intense, landed just above my own stiff _c_o_c_k_.
"Do it, David!" I said. But it was done. I looked down to see David's semen dripping from my shirt and matted in my pubic hair. He reached out and took my _c_o_c_k_ in his hand with a slight smile on his face. What could have happened next I can only guess for just then we heard Uncle Roy driving up the driveway.
"_s_h_i_t_," David said and we both quickly pulled our pants up. "You better change shirts," he said to me as we both tried to quickly recover. As David stuffed his own shirt into his jeans, I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and headed toward the bathroom across the hall.
"I better wash at least this part," I said pointing to the wet semen stain. "I wouldn't want your mom to see this.
"No, just throw it under the bed for now. Do it later." David said nervously. As I bent over to toss the shirt out of sight, David slapped my butt hard with his hand. Even with my jeans and undershorts on, it hurt my still tender ass.
"Hey," I said. "That hurts, you know." As I quickly stood and turned, David was smiling broadly at me.
"Yeah, I know. I meant it to hurt. If I'd had Dad's paddle it would have hurt more."
"So what are you saying, that you want to paddle me?" It was a joke as I said it but David didn't smile. Instead, he looked very hard at me for a second or two.
"Yeah," he said. "And I want you to paddle me."
END of PART ONE