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The incident with Brad last Saturday after my birthday party occupied my mind for the next couple days. Whenever I saw him after that, I kept thinking about how he had spanked me, and how we had jerked off afterwards. I also wondered what it would be like to spank him, or do other things with him. I would start to get a boner every time I started to think about it, and when I jerked off, which was at least every night before I went to sleep and sometimes in the morning or during the day, my fantasies would center on that night. In other words, I was obsessed about the spanking.
As much as I thought about it, though, I couldn't bring myself to talk about it with Brad, much less suggest doing it again. I desperately wanted to do it again, but was rather embarrassed by the whole thing. Certainly Brad would think I was weird if I told him I wanted him to spank me again. So for the next couple of days neither Brad nor I mentioned anything about what happened Saturday night, even though we saw each other every day. I was beginning to think the whole thing was over until Wednesday evening when Brad came over.
"Hey, Brad. What's up?" I greeted him as he let himself in the front door. I was lying on the couch in the living room reading a book.
"Hi Ryan. Just got back from my dad's company picnic."
"How was it?"
"Pretty cool. We played a lot of games and stuff. They had a softball game, and my team won, 5-2."
"Cool."
"Whatcha reading?" he asked, noticing my book.
"Asimov," I said. "It's a bunch of short stories."
I love reading, especially sci-fi and fantasy. Sometimes in boring classes at school where I sit in the back I'll even read a book while the teacher is lecturing. I got caught once, but luckily the teacher let me off with a warning. I like writing, too, and all my teachers say I'm a good writer. Don't give me math, though. Yech!
"Let's go up to your room and play on your computer."
"Sure," I said. I would have liked to finish my story, but since I still had about five pages to go I decided I should entertain Brad. I marked my page and followed my pal upstairs to my room.
Brad loaded up the game of Doom he had saved and proceeded to blast monsters to hell. He did pretty well until he got trapped in a room with a bunch of the bastards, and then he quickly died.
"_f_u_c_k_!" he yelled. "There's too many of them."
"Let me play now," I said. "I'll show you how it's done."
Brad let me at the keyboard and I started my own game.
"Are your parents around?" asked Brad.
"No. They went out for a walk just before you came over. They should be gone for another half hour or so."
My parents like to take walks in the evenings, for the exercise, they say. They walk into town and then walk around town for a while. Personally, I think they just like to catch up on all the local gossip, because they always run into people on the street or in some shop they stop in at, and have plenty of stories to tell when they get back.
I wondered whether there was a point to Brad's question, but he just sat there watching me play. It was a few minutes later before he continued.
"Do you remember last Saturday," he asked, piquing my interest, "after the party?"
"Yeah," I said. Boy, did I ever.
"Would you let me spank you again," he went on, "if I let you spank me?"
I paused my game and looked over at him. Trying not to sound too interested, I answered, "Maybe. What did you have in mind?"
"Well, I was thinking that I would let you spank me if I could spank you again. We could each spank the other for a certain amount of time, say one minute."
"Over the knee again?" I asked, already starting to feel my dick rise in my shorts.
"Yeah."
"Would we have to do it soft, like a birthday spanking, or can we do it harder?"
Brad thought for a moment, then said, "We could do it hard if you want. Just not too hard."
"OK," I said, "do you want to get spanked first or should I?"
Brad got a grin on his face at my acceptance and said, "I'll go first."
We both got up and walked over to my bed. As I sat down I could see Brad reach into his shorts to adjust himself. When he saw that I noticed, he just turned a little pink and smirked at me. He took off his watch and set its timer for one minute, putting it down on the bed.
"OK, you bad little boy. It's time for your spanking. Get down here," I said, patting my lap.
Brad complied with my order. As he positioned himself, I could feel his little hard-on pressing into my lap. I adjusted his position a bit, taking advantage of the situation to fell his ass, and pressing his hip against me so he could feel my own hard-on. Then, after starting the clock, I let loose on his rear end.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The first few blows were rather mild, like the ones he had given me on Saturday. After all, this was the first spanking I had ever given, and I had to get the hang of it first.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
They steadily started getting harder.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I could hear a few grunts from him now.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I decided to really make him feel it.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Then he started to make some noise.
SMACK! "Ah!"
SMACK! "Uhh!"
SMACK! "Oh!"
SMACK! "Ahh!"
Looking at the watch, I could see that my time was running out, so I let him have a string of really hard ones.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Just then the watch started beeping, and I let him have one last spank, as hard as I could.
SMACK!!! "Ooowww!"
I turned off the alarm and Brad slowly started to get up, rubbing his rear as he did. I got up also, and Brad took his place on the bed. I stood in front of him as he reset his watch. When He was done he reached for the button on my shorts.
"What are you doing?" I demanded, pushing his hands away.
"I want to give you a bare-assed spanking," He replied.
"That wasn't part of the deal," I said, "and besides, I didn't get to spank you bare-assed."
"But you didn't even ask," he countered. "I would have let you spank me bare if you would have asked."
"Too bad," I said. "You either spank me with my shorts on or not at all."
Brad let out a sigh as he sat on my bed. His plot had been foiled.
"Unless," I said, developing a plot of my own, "you let me spank you bare-assed, too."
"Another spanking?" he cried. "That's no fair."
"It's your choice," I said.
I patiently waited for a minute as Brad thought about it, hoping he would choose my offer of a second spanking.
"I'll take a second spanking," Brad finally said, "but only if it's for only 30 seconds."
"45 seconds," I compromised.
"Deal!" said Brad, and we shook hands on it.
I reached down to untie and take off my shoes, then reached for the button of my shorts. Brad pushed me out of the way.
"Let me," he said, and I did. Brad undid the button of my shorts, then took the zipper and slowly pulled it down. My boner, finding more room, pressed further out against my underwear. Brad lowered my shorts to my ankles and I stepped out of them. Then he stuck his thumbs into the waistband of my briefs, lowering them, too. As he lowered them, my hard prick came free, springing back to hit my stomach before settling down at a 45-degree angle from it. Brad let out a giggle over that. Once my underwear was around my ankles, I stepped free from them and stood there naked from the waist down.
"Get over my lap, boy," demanded my disciplinarian.
I did, and Brad started the clock and got underway.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
This boy didn't waste any time! My ass was starting to sting already.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Ahh!" I cried, beginning to yell.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I let out a few cries. This was certainly not like my birthday spanking.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Even though the spanks hurt, I also found them very erotic, and my _c_o_c_k_ seemed to get even harder.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Still, I vowed revenge.
SMACK! "Wait . . ."
SMACK! ". . . till . . ."
SMACK! ". . . your . . ."
SMACK! ". . . turn."
SMACK!
He did seem to let up a little bit after that, but still my ass was smarting.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I was hoping the time was coming to an end when Brad set in with the hard ones again.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
He finished off with five slow, but very hard, spanks.
SMACK! "Ughh!"
SMACK! "Ahhh!"
SMACK! "Ohhh!"
SMACK! "Ahhh!"
SMACK! "Ooff!"
Then the watch went off, and Brad stopped. I lay there rubbing my butt.
"Man, you didn't have to be so rough," I said, rising off his lap.
"They weren't that bad," he said, standing up as I sat back down on the bed, "and anyway, we agreed we could give hard spanks."
"And I certainly am going to give you a hard spanking this time."
Brad just stood there, hands at his sides, which I took as my sign to depant him. I unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts, and pulled both his shorts and underwear down at the same time. I did it a little too quickly, though, because I caught his hard dick in the waistband, bending it down uncomfortably.
"Ouch!" he yelled, grabbing himself as the pain went away.
"Sorry," I said.
Brad kicked off his shoes, stepped out of his shorts and underwear, and laid across my lap for his second spanking of the evening. His naked groin felt good against mine, and I squeezed him against me so my dick was pressing into his side. Then I set the watch and started in, eager to pay him back for his hard slaps.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I had no mercy this time.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
As I spanked him, I noticed his cheeks getting rosy.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
He was starting to get noisy.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I kept up my onslaught.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
His rear end was turning a nice red color.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
He was crying out at every swat now.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
All too soon, the timer went off and my turn was over. I stopped and admired my handiwork.
"Man, your ass is bright pink, Brad."
"So was yours," he said.
Brad got off my lap and I looked around at my own backside, and sure enough, it was a few shades redder than normal, although the stinging was just a dull tingling now.
I looked down at my boner, which was as hard as ever. It was in need of relief, and I hoped Brad was thinking the same thing as me. I glanced over at him. His penis was as hard as mine. His gaze alternated between my eyes and my _c_o_c_k_, and I knew he wanted the same thing I did. I started rubbing myself and leaned against the board at the end of my bed, stretching my legs out into the middle. Brad did the same thing at the other end of the bed and we faced each other, our legs touching in the middle, which added to our _s_e_x_ual excitement.
I took off my shirt, remembering how I had made a mess on it last Saturday. Brad took his off, too, even though he still had nothing to make a mess with. I didn't mind, though. That way I could admire more of his now completely naked body.
Taking a deep breath, I started the task at hand, firmly grasping my organ and using long, slow strokes. I couldn't help but stare at Brad. His silken blond hair framed his freckled face with deep blue eyes with long lashes, making him look both cute and really _s_e_x_y at the same time. His mouth was slightly open, and his tongue would sometimes reach out to lick his full, red lips. I watched his chest rise up and down erratically with his heavy breathing. His small nipples poked out from his chest, hard and pointy. His soft stomach with an innie belly button heaved with his breathing as well. From there I glanced down to the object in his hand. It was pointing straight up, all three and a half inches of it, and he was pumping it for all he was worth with his right hand. His left hand cupped his balls, softly kneading them and providing himself with additional pleasure. From the way he was sitting, I could see lower to the top of his pink butt, and occasionally the pinkie of his left hand would reach down to caress the area near his butthole. I looked down to his smooth legs, which were touching my own. I rubbed my legs against his, enjoying the feeling of his flesh pressing into mine.
After I had thoroughly examined my friend I turned my attention back to my crotch. I cupped my balls like Brad was doing and quickened my pace, up and down. I could tell Brad was getting close because his breathing was really getting loud and he was humping his hips up against his hand. I raced to beat him, pounding my pud even faster, but Brad was the winner. He let out a loud moan as he came.
"AAUUUGHHH!!"
He bucked his hips a few more times, then collapsed, completely satisfied.
I was not far behind. Within a few seconds I was there. I shut my eyes and wrinkled my face as I had a tremendous orgasm. I felt all the muscles in my body tense and then relax. It was great.
When I opened my eyes again I saw Brad standing beside me with tissues in his hand. I smiled at him as I accepted his gift, and went about cleaning up my chest stomach, and groin. Brad stood there quietly watching me. When I finished I looked up at him and interrupted the moment by speaking.
"We'd better get dressed before Mom and Dad get back."
As if on cue, we heard the front door slam as my parents returned from their walk. Quickly Brad and I found our clothes and jumped into them. We checked each other out to make sure everything was in the right place and that we didn't show any signs of our activities, and then went downstairs to visit with my mom and dad.
"Well, hello guys. What have you two been up to?" my mom asked when she saw us.
"We were upstairs playing Doom," I said, which was the truth.
"Is that that violent game? I wish you wouldn't play that. There are plenty of other good games you can play."
"Oh, Mom!"
We chatted a while longer until it was time for Brad to go home. As he was leaving, Brad said to me, "I'll have to come over to play 'Doom' again sometime soon," and gave me a wink.
I smiled at him.
"Yeah, that would be great."
I can't wait until Brad comes over to "play Doom" again!
End of Chapter 2
Next - Chapter 3: A Step Further
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