Hey there! If you haven't checked out Y. Lee Coyotee's story "Camp Tails" yet, please do. Some things in that story are mentioned here, and ya may want to check it out. It's quite FAB!
Also, if you are about to read this without reading the first 15...what the hell are you thinking? STOP! Go back! AND READ THEM!!! You think I'm writing these for my health and you can just come in at any time, willy-nilly, and read them out of order.
I don't think so, buster.
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A week had passed since Lee came by, and everything seemed to have calmed down a bit. (You know it's a slow news week when the fact that Dad made me pay him out of my babysitting money to clean the carpets is the most I can report). There were no other incidents where Gavin needed to spank me, Lee didn't come by with any wild stories, we both had played Monopoly so many times we started making up new rules, and (thankfully) nothing was mentioned of what happened in the bath tub – or what didn't happen.
I found that the further we moved away from that, the less of a hold those memories had.
I still fantasized about what happened. I mean, I sort of did. Now that I could make "man juice" I was masturbating every night before bed, and every morning when I woke up. It was the best! It was such a wonderful release part of me was furious that it took almost 15 years for to discover what a real, wet, sloppy orgasm was all about.
The fantasies would usually be the same. Usually some guy and some girl. I would be watching through a window. To help, I would check out the porno mags Lee had smuggled over, but I had seen those things so many times by now, I had every centimeter memorized. Anyway, I would jerk off thinking of them doing it, but eventually I would find myself thinking of other things.
The shower at school.... Gavin standing in my Dad's bathroom nude....the men in that magazine with their big _c_o_c_k_s....me spanking Gavin....a cute boy I would sometimes see at the skating rink last winter....Gavin spanking me....a porno movie Lee made me watch when we were nine....my Dad spanking Gavin....some college aged dude coming on to me in the JC Penny's bathroom..... Dad spanking me....me, curled up asleep, naked, next to Gavin in Atlantic City....Dad still spanking me....!!!!!!!
When it got that far off course I would try to stop myself. This just wasn't right....this wasn't what I was supposed to be thinking about, right? I should be thinking about girls, and titties, and all of that. Instead, men and boys kept creeping into my fantasies. The theme of spanking also made its way. That's maybe what bothered me the most....I did not want to admit that was turned on by it. Part of me understood being turned on by watching it. Part of me also, sort of, understood about me being turned thinking about spanking someone else.
But these images of being spanked....by Gavin....by Lee ....by that cute kid ..... By that guy at JC Penny's ....and by (especially) my own father.
This just wasn't right.
Right?
One shouldn't get off thinking about their Daddy spanking them. I knew this deep down. Fifteen years to hit puberty, and once I do I find I'm _f_u_c_k_ed up. The wiring couldn't be hooked up right.
UGH! Why me....why this....?
I was so confused. So friggin confused. I didn't want to resist it, but I couldn't help myself. It was all so weird and wonderful and horrible all at the same time.
God, puberty was from hell! I would think, looking at my 12 angry pubes. "Maybe I should just shave them off." I thought, thinking for a second that the source of all of this was found in the hairs. Naturally, I would never do that – it would make Lee too happy, and I couldn't abide by that.
(((Heh-heh)))
Anyway, like I was saying about Lee, it had been about a week since he had been by with his wild, _s_e_x_y, spankin' stories of summer camp. At some point during the stories, I began to regret Gavin hang around. It wasn't that I wasn't sure if he was old enough to be hearing about circle jerks or other _s_e_x_ually explicit stuff, it was just – well – I was kind of afraid that he might pick up some additional ideas about spanking me from hearing Lee talk about it. He had enough ideas of what to do with my naughty ass without getting any help from Lee.
"Where is he?" Gavin asked, at some point. "I haven't seen him since last week."
"Lee?" I shrugged. "He sort of comes and goes as he wills."
"I thought you dudes were best friends, or something?" Gavin had become very jealous of me talking about having another friend, especially one my own age. I tried to tone it down how much I liked Lee. The fact that he seemed concerned that his rival wasn't around as often as he had feared made me want to reassure him that no one could take his place in my life.
"Nah," I said. "He's just a friend. He pretty much ignores me at school."
"Really?" Gavin said, shocked. "That kind of stinks."
"It's ok," I sighed. "I've gotten use to it."
"Why does he come by then?"
"Because I'm the only guy in the neighborhood his own age, I suppose," I said.
"He should find a friend younger then, huh?" Gavin giggled smuggly.
"Oh, really?" I laughed. "You think that's what he should do."
"It worked for you, didn't it?" He was so cute when he was teasing.
"Maybe I should introduce him to your friend, Vincent, and the four of us can double date!"
"Ahhhhh! Shut up, you fag!" Gavin said, throwing a pillow at me. "Lee wouldn't like Vincent."
"How do you know?" I asked. "You should ask."
"Vince is just a little kid."
"He's your age, isn't he?"
"Nah, he's like four months younger than me," Gavin boasted. Little kids are so anal about their birthdays, breaking them down to years, months and days.
"His birthday is in November?"
"November 24th, I think," he said, making the sign of the "L" on his forehead. "So, do you like him?"
"Who, Lee or Vincent?"
"Lee, doofus."
"Sure I do, that's silly," I laughed. "He's a great guy."
"Yeah."
"It looked like you two were getting along,"
"Lee's pretty cool, I guess," Gav said. "I suppose I was wrong."
"Well it happens to everyone once in awhile."
"Even me," Gav said, resting his head on his hands.
"Even you," I sighed. This was so nice – just the two of us. I really didn't want this summer to end. "You think your folks will let you spend the night this weekend?" With the exception of Atlantic City, Gavin never did stay over for the night.
"Sure, I suppose," he said cautiously, looking away. "We'll have to see."
"Or I could stay at your house," I suggested,
"No!" he snapped. "I mean, no, I don't think that would be a good idea. I'll see about staying over here."
"Ok, fine," I said, smiling. It was odd that Gavin never wanted to play at his house. I don't think I ever saw his bedroom.
"I've got a question."
"Ok," he said, tentatively.
"Where did you pick up the phrase 'Crying is sort of a confession and submission'?" I asked, with a chuckle. "I know I never said that _s_h_i_t_."
"Your Daddy," Gavin said, quietly. "When you were in the bathroom, while I was being spanked, that's what he said to me."
"Good old Dad," I sighed.
"He's right, isn't he?" Gav asked, earnestly.
"I'd rather not think about that now," I said, before quickly adding, "But I suppose it is."
"So, you think he has anymore stories from camp?" Gavin said, his eyes widening. "Lee, that is, not your Father."
"Ahhhh, I don't know."
"He does tell some GREAT stories," Gavin said with a worrisome twinkle in his eye that told me to change the subject away from Lee again. "Think he has any more e-mails from Tom?"
"I don't know."
"Those were cool!"
"Well, I'm sure Lee will be by again whenever he's bored of his other friends," I said. It really wasn't a big deal. This is the way it had been our entire life. I had long ago given up on Lee ever being the friend that I could really count on.
"So, who is it then?" Gav asked.
"Who is what?"
"Who is your best friend?"
"Well," I said, looking at him, desperately not trying to think of him naked, "I guess it would be you."
"Really!?!" he said, piping right up.
"Really."
"You mean it?!"
"I mean it."
"Wow!" he said, throwing himself off of the couch and onto my chest, hugging me. "THANKS! You are my best friend too, Matt!"
We wrestled for a bit, until it got a bit out of hand.
"Ahh, Gav," I said, winded. "We need to stop."
Not out of hand, in that we were playing too rough.
"Come on you wimp!" he sneered. "I had you!"
Not out of hand, in that we had broken something.
"If you don't fight me, I'll give YOU a mohawk!" he laughed.
But out of hand, in that I was getting so turned on again.
"No, I need to go...."
_d_a_m_n_ this cursed PUBERTY!!!
"....to the bathroom," I said, quickly standing up.
GOD! I hope he didn't see the bulge in my shorts!
"Well, hurry back, you 'tard!" he laughed.
I ran into the hall bathroom and slammed and locked the door. This was all too much for me – that unbelievably cute little boy, rubbing and tumbling around with me on the floor. All I could think about was releasing him from his constricting clothes and doing....doing....something....oh god....doing SOMETHING to that tight ten year old BODY!
OOOH!
Something vile and....and....and....illegal!
YEAHHH!
I dropped my shorts and underpants, and lay back on the bathroom rug and began beating off like there was no tomorrow. Like I said, I normally waited until the evening, or in the morning, but this time was different...!
"OOOOOH! YEAH!"
This was something that needed to be taken of right then and there!
"OOOH! HOO! HOOO! OOOOOH!"
A little afternoon delight!
"YEAAAAH! MMMMM! MMMMM!!!!"
I didn't care if it was wrong....
"OOOOH HOOOO!!"
It couldn't be all wrong....?
"MMMM! YEAHH! OOOH! YEAAAAH!"
I mean, it felt so right!
Just like in the bathroom in Atlantic City, I had lathered my hand as I jerked and jerked and jerked, until I was flush with passion. I flung my left arm over my eyes and pictured how Gavin looked standing there. So naked..... So golden....so wet ....so ..... so....so perfect! I just wanted to freeze that one moment. Him, naked and standing there looking down at me. OH WAIT....!
OOOOOhhhh yeah! There was more! OOOOOOH!!! I thought about how it felt to touch his _c_o_c_k_....ohhhhhh!....what his balls and ass felt like on my back....yeeeeeeahhhhh It felt so wrong and so right. Why did I have these feelings when....?
"OOOOH! YEAH!!!" I felt like I was going to faint. This was so wonderful....I really....really....oh GOD! OOOOH......yeah!!....really shouldn't hold it in anymore....!
((knock-knock-knock-knock))
"OOOH! HUUUUUUUUUU-OOOFFF!"
((knock-knock-knock-knock))
"Hey Matt!" Gavin said outside the door. "What are you doing?"
((knock-knock-knock))
Just like in Atlantic City, I was being interrupted!
((knock-knock-knock-knock))
Ahhhh _s_h_i_t_! Not NOW!
"Nothing!" I said quickly.
((knock-knock-knock))
"I need to poop!" Even though I was thinking about him, at that moment his voice telling me he had to take a dump was (effectively) a buzz-killer. I didn't want the reality to bust in on my fantasy!!
"_f_u_c_k_ER!" I screamed. "Use the _f_u_c_k_ing bathroom upstairs!"
"What?" he yelled. "What did you just say?"
"AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!" I screamed out, shooting sticky, sticky sperm everywhere; unlike Atlantic City, I was able to finish! WOOOOOO! That felt good!! Maybe if I had been allowed to finish my business back at the beach, I wouldn't be so _d_a_m_n_ _f_u_c_k_ed up now about the spankings and stuff. It was starting to make some sense.
I looked around and winced at the mess; _d_a_m_n_, this would be worse to clean up than that god_d_a_m_n_ mud, but I didn't care.
"Matt, did you just curse?" Gavin said, seriously.
"Yeah, so _f_u_c_k_ing what?" I said, now annoyed with myself. It's funny how much work I would go to in order to bust a nut, but the nano-second it was over, I felt like a shmuck who had just wasted so much valuable time.
((knock-knock-knock-knock))
"What did you say?" he yelled again from behind the locked door. "Did you say _f_u_c_k_?"
"What's the big _f_u_c_k_ing deal, Gavin?" I snapped back, trying to mop up. "We say _f_u_c_k_ all the time. It's no big deal. _f_u_c_k_-_f_u_c_k_-_f_u_c_k_ity-_f_u_c_k_, see?"
"Yeah, but you cussed AT me, Matt!" he said. "That's different, and you know it!! You called me a _f_u_c_k_ER!""
I stopped cleaning and looked at myself in the mirror. I felt so pathetic....so small. Not just down there, as my peter shrank back up into it's flaccid state, but in the way this all had to go down. _d_a_m_n_! He was right....I shouldn't have cussed AT him.
"I'm sorry, Gavin," I said, softly. "I'll be out in a minute. Just let me clean up."
"Ok," he said back. "I'll go and use the bathroom upstairs."
"Wait!" I said, hoping he was still in earshot.
"What?" he said. I had started to pull up my pants, but I realized that I wouldn't be needing them, or the undershorts, for the better part of the afternoon. I let them both fall down past my knees.
"I'll meet you in my room, Gavin, ok?" I stepped out of my shorts.
There was silence for about ten seconds before he answered with, "Ok."
"OH!" I shouted back, stepping out of my underpants. "Why don't you go to Dad's bedroom and get his hairbrush again," I said, slipping off my shirt defeated. "I'll meet you there in a minute or two."
"Actually I was thinking of using something else," he volunteered, to my surprise.
"What?!" I said, nervously, checking to reassure myself the door was locked. "Not the belt....please, Gavin....not the belt!"
"We'll see," he said, walking away, and up the stairs. "Don't keep me waiting long."
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There's going to be a break from the stories for about a week or so...don't worry your pretty little head over anything...there are MANY more to...ah...come...to keep your Holidays nice and warm!!