I've always hated Jerry Lewis, and it wasn't until recently that I knew why - he was the Evil Bringer of School...the Unholy Ender of Summer...the Dark Void Where All Fun Ceased. Maybe that's not being really fair. I mean, the older I get the more I realize that there is just so much more to hate about Jerry Lewis than his horrific telethon.
* There's the fact that the French love him. Right there, that should be enough.
* There's the fact that he doesn't get what's really funny about himself; how he's funniest when he's trying to be serious, and when he's trying to be funny it's just very, very sad.
* There's the fact that he made a movie about a clown who entertains a bunch of children in a concentration camp, and the film actually ends as he leads them into the ovens! (It's true! I wouldn't make this _s_h_i_t_ up! Check out iMDB if you don't believe me...or better yet, just believe me and keep reading. Sheeh).
* There's the fact that Eddie Murphy's NUTTY PROFESSOR was better, and more than likely will be remembered long after Jerry's version. Wait...that's not a real reason to hate the man, but still...you have to admit, Jerry is pretty lame.
The lamest part has to be that telethon. I can't even imagine that garbage being entertaining back in the 1970's, or even the 1980's, but it must have been. My Dad swears that he use to love it as a kid, and to this day clocks in on some valuable viewing time every year.
"Reminds me of when I was your age," he would say.
Of course, I couldn't help but imagine my father at my age, being an even bigger geek for watching that telethon than I was!
Anyway, I was kind of bumming that particular weekend, because there was no one around to play with. Last day of the summer, and Gavin is out with his folks at his Dad's father's boat for a company labor day party and wouldn't be back until about dinner time. I thought of calling Lee, but I was still pretty ticked and I would rather play by myself than hang out with him.
Hmmmmm...playing with myself?
Now THERE is a novel idea!
For the better part of that Labor Day Monday of the Summer of 1999, I was locked away in my bedroom trying to cum up with a new world record for the number of times a 14 year old jerked off in one day. Of course, I didn't have the official numbers to back me up, but I was pretty sure that I could BEAT it.
(Ha! Get it...it was, like, a little pun there...oh...never mind).
First thing that morning I started jerking off thinking about the spanking Gavin gave me the other day - the one in our kitchen. I wasn't the worst one he had given me, but it was pretty fresh in my mind. Ohhhh! MAN! I was erupting in no time!
Nothing like a good orgasm to start the day!
Then, after breakfast, I watched a little bit of television. The Disney Channel was showing the movie BLANK CHECK with Brian Bonsall and some real cute woman named Karen Duffy. At one point they went on a date and I couldn't help myself but thinking about them going one step beyond. Who knew Disney could get so erotic.
(Don't answer - I don't want to know would think that, really...really I don't!)
Sure enough, within minutes I was back in my room, totally naked (I actually hate jerking off wearing ANY clothes), having all sorts of wonderfully filthy images of Karen Duffy sucking that 10 year old boy's little prick, then flipping him over and giving him something Lee calls a "rim job." I could just see that kid going ape-_s_h_i_t_, as her tongue and lips did all sorts of vile, unnaturally glorious things to his body! AHHHH! MAN!!!! I was squirting again within moments!!!!
After that one I just laid there, naked, in my bed panting. I could get use to this life!
(((knock-knock-knock)))
CRAP!
At some point Dad stopped by and banged on the door. All he wanted to do was tell me he was going to the store, and if I wanted to come along. I told him "no thanks," as I prayed I had remembered to lock the door.
Whew!
He was gone...but there was something else...
It was then, as he left, that I noticed Mr. Boner had returned. Evidently Dad knocking on the door set it off again (!!!), and, before I knew it, I started imagining what it would be like if he walked in and was so upset that he finally let loose and spanked my ass.
Oooooh! MAN!
I was loving this fantasy!!! I had, successfully, pushed it to the back of my sub conscience for the better part of a month. The scary fantasies about being molested at a JC Penny public bathroom had taken front and center lately. OOOH! How I missed THIS one!!!
OOOOOH! YEAAAAH!!!!
Dad spanking me...now, that got me going like NOTHING else could! I didn't know why it got me so hot, and at this moment I really didn't care. I was determined to bust a nut for the third time before noon, and if thinking of my big, strong, dominating father was what would do it, who was I to stop it?
YEEEAHHHH!!!!!!!
My hand was wrist were getting sore from going up and down so feverishly. In the last couple of months my dick had begun to fill out a little more. I was still not quite a "man" yet, but I was enjoying what I had!
OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!! OOOOOOOFFFAAAHH!!!
I must have beat my meat a solid half hour before I came, and the entire time it was visions of my daddy spanking me that got me going. It was so wonderful, I can't believe I wanted to push that away.
Sigh...coo....swoon...sigh again...!
God, did I really miss him? Did I REALLY long for a real man to take care of me? I liked Gavin, don't get me wrong, but he was a far cry from being a MAN. I've tried to teach him all I know, but, in spite of it all, he was still a kid trying to do a MAN's job.
No...this couldn't be happening? I couldn't be thinking of asking Dad to pick up the mantle? (or at least the big, brown belt!) He would never go for it anyway. If I suggested something like that he would reject it, and concoct something even more asinine than Gavin being my official paddler. He was wicked like that.
Still, there was the chance that Dad's hand could be missing my butt as much as my butt was missing his hand. What if was looking for the right opportunity to break the agreement? What if he just needed a little persuading?
Ahhhhh...MAN!
All of that thinking started getting me light headed. I moved to get up out of bed when I saw it again. Ahhh, no! NOT AGAIN!
Yes, the erection of the century had returned, ready to be milked for a forth time! Who am I to deny a force bigger than five inches?! I was just there for the ride!
OOOOOOH!!!!!! MAN! OH! MAN! OOOOOH! MAAAAAN!!!!!
God bless being 14 years old!
OOOOH!!! YEAAAAAH!!!!!!!
By the time Dad returned, I was in the shower going for number five. It was like this thing wouldn't quit! The sound of him returning even turned me on more. I had already made the decision that this evening, this last night of summer, I would be back over his lap getting the dickens spanked out of me!
Oh no...I would not be denied!
Why was I looking forward to this? Hell, I don't know. Do you really care? I know I didn't!
After the shower I decided to finally put some clothes on. Hmmm...but what to wear? What does the fashionable teenage boy wear when he is trying to seduce his father into a little bit of corporal punishment?
I began looking around my room thinking about what would make ME want to spank ME if I saw ME in it.
Hmmmm...if I was into sports, a jock-strap (and only a jock strap) would be perfect, but (alas) I was a wuss, and I didn't play any sports. No jock strap.
Hmmmmm... I looked at my naked body in the mirror. I could just go in totally naked, I guess, but that would be a little obvious, wouldn't it? I mean it's one thing to be a little anxious, but another to look it. Besides, the boner would be a dead giveaway. I began stroking it again, as I thought about what to wear.
Hmmmmm....what to wear....what to wear?
I thought about wearing just a hockey jersey, like Gavin had done. He looked hot as hell in it, but it was a little bigger on me. Still I bet that if I leaned over a lot, and didn't wear anything under it, it would give Dad an excellent view of my butt cheeks. That would be a nifty invitation to the frustrated daddy, dontcha think?
Mmmmm....no, that (too) would seem too desperate. Like I said...I would need something that didn't seem too obvious, but alsowas irresistible. Something that, when he sees me, he would just WANT to put me over his knees and give my ass a good spanking!
If only I hadn't outgrown those Dr. Dentons..._d_a_m_n_! Shouldn't have thrown them away! They would have perfect, especially considering HOW tight they would be on me NOW!
That's what I needed...something skin tight that I had outgrown!!
Ahhh, man! But what do I have? I started rummaging through one of my drawers when I remembered Dad had all of my old clothes picked up by Salvation Army last winter. Everything in the drawers were all relatively new clothes, except...!
WAIT?!! What's this?
At the bottom of my underwear drawer....something I had totally forgotten about!
"Perfect!" I said out loud, as I reached in and pulled them out and held them up.
"Oh, wow!" I said with a laugh. "Man, these would be so tight on me!" I scampered over and made sure the door was locked.
"EXCELLENT!" I said, as I slipped on these three sizes too small undershorts on my bed. "I bet he hasn't even missed these," I giggled to myself, as I sat next to them, and attempted to get into them.
What I had found, and what I was going to attempt to squeeze into, was Gavin's pair of underpants that he had left on my bed that day he spanked me in the tub. He had raced out of my house in such a hurry, all he put on were his jeans. It was such a weirdly erotic day for both of us he just wanted to get out of there as fast as his little 10 year old legs could take him.
I just threw them in my own underwear drawer and forgot all about them that day. It was only a few weeks ago, but it seemed like a year and a half. So much was happening so fast I....
OOOOH!
Man! These things were tight! They actually hurt my dick and balls they were so snug. I fidgeted up front there for a few moments until the fellas had settled down. I then walked to the mirror over my dresser and stood far enough back so that I could get a good look at my bad self.
"Not bad," I said out loud. "Not bad at all."
I spun around and checked me out from all angles. The shorts were so tight they looked painted on. The fabric was painfully thin – almost transparent! My crack was clearly view able, not to mention the cheeks that were spilling out of both sides. It almost looked like a thong, it was riding so high on me back there!
"Yep," I said. "I'd sure want to spank that." I was positive that Dad couldn't resist this. There was not a chance that he would see that and not want to just yank me around and give it to me good.
Still – there would have to be a reason. Dad doesn't spank without a good reason. If it were another month it would be my birthday and I could be treated to fifteen (or would it be sixteen?) hellishly wonderful minutes of spanking bliss as he did what he did best.
Hmmmmmm.......!
Maybe if I was just a pest, he would finally have to spank me?
Yeah..that's what I'll do. I'll just go down to the basement, where he was watching television, and just bother him like you wouldn't believe! Then, after taking a good look at me in these underpants, he wouldn't be able to resist!!!
YES!!!
I grabbed a towel and put it around my midsection, then I messed up my wet hair as best I could and went and picked up his hairbrush from his bathroom - just for insurance! I then walked downstairs to the kitchen, and opened the basement door.
"Daddy!" I yelled, down. "Are you busy?"
"Just watching the tube," he yelled back. "What's up?"
"When's dinner?"
"About seven or seven-thirty," he said, as I made my way downstairs.
"Oh," I said. "Do you think you have time to do me a favor?"
"Sure," he said, muting the volume. Oh god! He was watching the freakin' telethon!
"I need to get my hair combed through, and it's gotten so long I can't," I said, walking over, and handing him the brush.
"I thought I told you to get that hair cut before school!" he snapped - ohh, EXCELLENT! HE was annoyed. That was a good sign! "You should have gotten it back when I dropped you off at the mall to get Gavin's birthday present!"
"Yeah, I kind of forgot," I said, softly. "You're not mad, are you?"
"No, just make sure and get that mess cut next weekend, ok."
"Ok," I said, kneeling, with my back facing him. "I'm sorry."
He didn't say anything as he tried to comb it out. When my hair got long, it curled up, especially in this killer humidity.
"Ouch!" I said, jerking my head up.
"Well, if you got it cut," he whispered. He hadn't done this in years, and I could tell he wasn't too pleased about having to do it now. Especially since I was obviously blocking his television.
"How's the telethon?" I asked, knowing full well he couldn't see it.
"It's good, as always," he muttered.
"Anything funny happen?"
"Dick Van Dyke came out and sang with a barbershop quartet," he said. "I like him."
"Who is that?" I asked.
He grunted, and began digging at the knots in my hair with a fury.
"Boy, can we do this later," he said. "I can't see the TV."
"Oh," I said, turning around. "But if I do that it will be all gross when I go to school tomorrow."
"Can't you just shower tomorrow too?"
"I suppose," I said, standing up. I could feel my pecker flush against my stomach. GOD! I hope it's tip wasn't sticking out the top! "How about I get across your knee," I said. "That way you can unknot it and watch the television at the same time!"
He kind of smirked at me. I couldn't tell if he thought I was trying to trick him into something, or if he thought I was just being an idiot. Either way, he agreed and I quickly hopped onto his knee...
"Oops!" I said, as I leaned over one of his knees. "I lost my towel," I said, as I gave it a little kick out of the way. I then leaned into his big, strong chest and said, "That's ok, isn't it, Daddy?"
"Sure, you've got underpants on," he said, right before he looked down and saw what exactly I was wearing. "Dang, boy!" he said, his eyes bulging out. "You been growing again?"
"Why do you say that?"
"These things sure are a little tight!"
"I guess I've been growing a little, I think," I said. "I can take them off if they are too tight?"
"No...no...no..." he panted, holding the brush right above me. "That's ok."
Ooooh! I could tell he was thinking about it!
"Ok," I said, raising my butt up just a little, as I then turned away. "You can brush me now, Daddy."
Dad was hesitant. I could feel him breathing really hard. I had him! He couldn't resist the awesome power of the BACKSIDE!!
"Is this ok?" I asked, putting my hand on his upper thigh. "Can you get my hair."
"Sure, son," he said, clearing his throat.
"Here, let me do this," I said, readjusting my body. I was now completely across his lap, with by rear end dead center. "There, can you get to me with the brush now?" I then lowered my head and raised my ass some more. I was so hoping he would use that brush for something other than combing!
"OUCH!" I screamed out, as that brush made contact with my curly, brown hair.
_d_a_m_n_!
To my great disappointment, he was able to resist my cute butt in Gavin's ultra tight underpants. Still, I made sure to wiggle on his lap, so that the power of my butt wouldn't be totally lost on him.
* Look into my ass!*
Wiggle - wiggle - wiggle -
* Feel it's power!*
Wiggle - wiggle - wiggle -
* You will want to spank this ass!*
It wasn't working. Dad was successfully resisting the urge to give me the old hot seat. And worse yet, he was taking out his frustration in a most painful combing of my hair!
"YEEE-OUCH!!" I said, more than once, as he ripped through the tangles.
Finally, after about ten minutes, he was done.
"You can get up, now," Dad said, still panting.
"Ok," I said, sheepishly, as I leaned up, but still basically sitting on his lap. I put my arm around his neck and hugged him. He looked at me with bewilderment.
"Are you ok?" he asked.
"Yeah," I sighed. "I guess I'm a little nervous about going into high school tomorrow."
"Ohhh," he said, as if a light bulb went off. "That makes sense."
"What makes sense?" I asked.
"Nothing," he said, sweetly, as he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "You'll be ok, son. I know it's scary, but you will be ok."
"I hope so," I whispered. I really was nervous about starting over in a new school - it really didn't hit me until that moment. I guess I had been able to push it off.
He picked me up, and cuddled me in his big lap. I felt so secure - I didn't want to grow up. I wanted to be a little boy, forever sitting in my Daddy's lap wearing only underwear. Tomorrow I would be forced into a life I didn't really want.
We were like that for a few minutes, as he unmuted the television. The telethon was winding down, and (as usual - big shock!!) they had set another record.
"Hey, Dad," I said. "I got a funny joke for you."
"What is it?"
"What's got a million legs, but can't walk?"
"I don't know?"
"Jerry's kids!"
Now, I don't know why I said that. I have no clue as to why I thought Dad would think that was funny. I don't even know where I heard the friggin joke before (more than likely the internet - that place is evil!).
But I did tell the joke.
"Gavin, you are home!" Dad said into the phone, moments after that joke was told.
Crap! My heart was racing out of control. I picked up the towel, and sat across from him on the la-z-boy.
"This is Mr. Grey. What are you doing right now?" he asked, as he looked right at me. "Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Well do you mind if Matt comes over there for a....no....no....that's ok....fine....ok, then.....can you come over here?"
Crap! Crap! Crap! Why didn't my Dad have a sense of humor?!
"Yeah. It shouldn't be too long. Yeah.....((chuckle))....yup, he's being obnoxious. Yeah. Uh-huh. You guessed it. He can use your big, boy hand! ((ha-ha-ha-ha-HA!!))....At least THAT LONG! Ok, we'll see you in a couple. Yeah. He'll be up and meet you, just ring the bell. Bye."
"Dad," I whined. "You didn't have to do that."
This butt was suppose to be for him!
"Gavin will be over in a minute," he said.
CRAP!!!