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Disclaimer: I DIDN'T DO IT! I SWEAR I DIDN'T DO IT!

Real Disclaimer: This is a short story based in truth but is a work of fiction. If you can't tell the difference between fact and fiction please don't read this. If you get any ideas about molesting a kid by reading this story then please stop reading this story. If you are underage and not allowed to read such stories as this one then please leave, you don't need this. If you are a closet pedo and find the only release you can get is by reading things like this, then by all means please read, it's better then actually molesting someone.

Nate's Story By: Dickie

It had been two weeks since Private Andersen and PeeWee had left the pool for the 'not so greener pastures'. My brothers told my mom and dad that Private Andersen had been transferred and that PeeWee left for summer school, but then again that was what everybody else was saying too. Some of the other boys said that things, were a whole lot nicer without those two causing troubles anymore. There were vague rumors running about; some said that Private Andersen had molested almost every boy there while others said the same thing about PeeWee.

In two weeks most of those rumors had died down and soon no one was talking about those two anymore. In that same time my three new friends and me were quickly being known as the 'Four Mouseketeers'. We were always together, we swam together and ate together and sometimes we would sleep over at each other's houses. Sargent Campbell was still taking practice spanks at Nate's butt and I was still getting swats for running inside the pool area. Nick and Davie were always together, wherever Davie went Nick was close behind him (real close). Nate and I were also close, very close. We still ate our lunches under the big tree in the courtyard and would tell stories about getting spanked or being nasty with someone. I had loosened up a bit about _s_e_x_ and found it easier to talk about my cousin and Private Andersen. Davie was usually the center of attention, he was nine and had gone all the way with adults and kids, he was our 'Spiritual Leader' in the _s_e_x_ department.

After one of Davie's stories we would all sneak off to a quiet place and butt hump or suck each other. We butt humped because our dicks were too small and our butt cheeks were too deep to _f_u_c_k_. The four of us took care of each other, while two of us were at it the other two would keep watch. It was Nate and Nick that liked to get spanked and Davie and I liked to spank. We were a perfect team.

It was Saturday night and the four of us were spending the night at Nate's house, his older brother had gone camping with some of the 'Older Boys' from the pool and his father was over-seas. It was just the four of us and his mom, we had a great time. His mom had taken us to a movie that afternoon and when we got home she made us hot dogs on the bar-b-q in the backyard. Earlier that morning Sargent Brink came by to pick up Nate's brother and while he was there he set up a four-man tent in the backyard so we could campout too. He promised to take the four of us out camping too someday. We played in the backyard the rest of the day and into the night. When it got dark enough we started to play our favorite game, it was called 'Hide and Spank'. It was sort of like 'Hide and Seek' only if you got tagged you were taken inside the tent and spanked bare butt. It was just kid stuff.

But soon Nate's mom made us climb into our sleeping bags; it was after ten o'clock, way past our bed times. We still giggled and told jokes for awhile, Nate's mom left us alone for the rest of the night. Our little jokes soon turned towards spanking and _s_e_x_; to us spanking was part of _s_e_x_ so the two always went hand in hand. Nick pestered Davie to tell us some more about the nasty things that he had done, but Davie was getting tired of telling all the stories so he nagged Nate to tell us his stories.

"Come on guys!" Davie whined. "I'm always telling you about stuff. Why don't you tell me something?"

"I never did anything like this before I met you guys." Nick confessed.

Davie climbed out of his sleeping bag and opened Nick's up all the way, revealing Nick's whole body from head to toe. He then climbed on top of Nick's chest. "Nice p. j.'s." He then began to tickle Nick's ribs, Nick was squealing and bucking trying to make Davie stop, soon he rolled over onto his stomach to escape. "That's better." Davie purred. He pushed himself back onto Nick's legs and then he pushed with both hands along Nick's ribs his pajama top up to his shoulder blades revealing his bare back, there he began a slow massage. Nick relaxed and submitted himself to Davie's gentle hands.

"Come on Nate." Davie whined again. "I know you did stuff with PeeWee. Was there anybody else?" He asked as he continued to stroke Nick's bare back.

Nate and I were sitting up in our bags watching Davie and Nick. Nate looked down at the floor as if thinking to himself. "Well okay I'll tell." He said in an unsure way. "It happened where we used to live in Texas at my school."

All three of us looked at Nate. "A teacher?" We all asked at once.

Nate jerked away from us. "No!" He seemed repulsed by our collective assumption.

Davie giggled at Nate's response. "Well then who?"

Still looking at the floor, Nate seemed embarrassed for bringing it up. "It was a fifth grader. It wasn't a man or anything like you've done with people, Davie." Nate's eyes were looking down at his twiddling fingers, having second thoughts about saying anything at all. "It was just kid stuff."

So I nudged Nate's side. "So what did he do?"

Nate shook his head. "Naa....It's too stupid." He waved his hand at me. "Forget it."

All of our mouths dropped open as he left us hanging there, but Davie wasn't going to let Nate get off that easy. "Dang-it Dickie!" He pointed at Nate. "Make him talk!"

I then lunged myself at my friend and wrestled him to the ground; while on my sleeping bag I began to give him the 'T. T' treatment. (T. T treatment was our way of saying 'Tickle Torture'). Nate finally rolled onto his stomach, right where I wanted him, then I pushed his p. j.'s top up to his shoulder blades and made my threat. "Either you tell us what happened or I'm going to start 'T. T.ing' you again."

"Okay!" Nate laughed. "I'll talk....I'll talk."

I placed my hands on his smooth skin and began a slow massage of my friend's back as I sat on his legs. I looked over at Davie and Nick and saw Nick resting his head to the side and Davie was moving down his spine working his way to Nick's butt. That was what I planned on doing too, to Nate.

Mrs. Parker scanned her class of first graders as they sat in the semi-circle in the reading section of their small classroom. All of the children were in their school uniforms of pressed white cotton shirts and navy blue slacks. The shirts had an emblem of the school on the front pockets and the slacks had an elastic band on the back for a snugger fit. The girls' uniforms were almost the same only they wore navy blue skirts. Mrs. Parker had just called everybody together, for 'Story Telling Time', and was now waiting for the children to calm down so she could start the story. Just as the room of children had calmed down, a hand went up into the air from little Nate in the back row.

Mrs. Parker saw the hand and called on Nate. "Yes Nate. What is it?"

Six year old Nate stood up. "May I go to the restroom? Please!"

"You should have gone at recess." She looked at the pleading eyes of the small boy, it was those slanted blue eyes that she could not refuse. "Alright you may go. But I'm going to start reading anyway, so don't pout about not hearing the first part of the story."

"Yes Ma'am." The small boy turned and left the classroom. The blonde haired round face little boy walked down the quiet hallway of the old school to the restroom. Only instead of going to the little boy's room he decided to go in the other direction to the big boy's locker room and go pee in there. No special reason, just to do something different, and explore. Nate loved to explore places, he would always wonder off to see new things.

He opened the door to the room he had never seen before and the first thing he noticed was how big it was. He looked around the corner and saw all the lockers and the bench that was in front of them. The small boy walked down the rows of lockers, noticing that every step he took echoed in the empty room. Nate had heard rumors that the big boys had to take off their clothes in here and change in front of each other. He looked around another corner and saw the showers. Nate had heard that they had to take a shower after gym class, but he had never seen one room lined with showerheads. His little feet carried him into the shower room and he walked around looking at all the knobs and showerheads wondering what it would be like to see all those naked boys taking a shower together.

As Nate was leaving the deafly quiet shower area a voice boomed out. "What are you doing here?"

Nate jumped at the sudden sound in the quiet locker room. 'I-I was just looking around." His small voice squeaked. He then recognized to whom the voice belonged, it was Cody the coach's son. Cody was an eleven-year-old fifth grader that helped his father at the school.

Cody walked up to the small boy and Nate backed up to the tile wall. Nate's head was below Cody's chest so Nate had to look straight up at the big boy to see his face. "What are you looking around for?" Cody looked down at the first grader's face and thought it was real cute, the big cheeks on the small boy's face was only enhanced by Nate's elfish blue eyes. Cody had a thing for boys, especially the small ones, he loved to play with their bottoms. He enjoyed spanking them, but not so hard that they would run and tell on him, he loved the way those butts smelled, tasted and felt as he was _f_u_c_k_ing them.

"Nothing. I-I had to go pee." Nate knew he was in trouble, he should have gone to the little boy's room, and besides little kids were not allowed in this room.

Cody, trying to sound as authoritative as he could, decided to play this for all it was worth, after all the kid was all alone and looked so innocent just like an angle. "Little boys aren't allowed in this room!" He saw the fear in the little six-year-olds face and loved it. "I guess you'll be getting some swats now! My dad hates it when little kids come into here!"

Now Nate was terrified. He knew if he got a spanking at school, he would get a bigger one when he got home; he had seen it happen to his big nine-year-old brother. Nate clinched his fists and stamped his feet, as he was about to pitch a fit. "Nooo!" He begged with all his might. He then reached out to the older boy's hand and jerked on it. "Pleeeasssee! Don't tell on me!" In little Nate's eyes a spanking at school was the worst thing that could happen. Getting a spanking from his mom or dad was normal, but a spanking from a teacher had to be the worst thing there was.

Cody was jerked forward by Nate; he thought it was so funny how the little kids at this school believed everything they were told. "Hey man! You were the one who came into the locker room, and knowing my dad he'll probably use the paddle on you." Cody knew his father wouldn't paddle the kid, he more than likely would just tell the kid to stay out, but Cody was feeling horny today and he could see the opportunity for a little grab-ass standing right in front of him.

Oh boy! Now Nate was in a real panic, he was almost in tears. "NOOOO!"

Cody then grabbed one of Nate's small hands. "Come on! I better take you to my dad's office." Cody bluffed, he knew his father wasn't even there, hell he was enjoying this.

Nate allowed himself to be led by the older boy all the while whining to himself.

The Cody stopped and looked down at the small boy, tears were flowing down the child's cheeks. "Didn't you say you had to pee?"

Nate nodded his head 'yes'.

"Okay." Cody then led the boy to the toilet stalls and opened the last one at the far end of the empty locker room. As Nate entered the stall, Cody stepped in behind him and closed the stall door. "Okay. Pull your pants all the way down and pee."

Nate looked up at the older boy; not knowing what to say or do, he knew that peeing in front of some one was bad. Last summer he got a spanking from his dad for having a pissing contest with his best friend behind the house.

Cody knew he didn't have all day, he quickly turned the small boy around to face the toilet. "Come on kid drop your pants and get to it!"

Nate didn't want to get this boy any madder at him, so he started to unhook his slacks but he wasn't fast enough. Cody kneeled down behind Nate and brought his hands around Nate's waist and unhooked the little boys' pants himself. Cody's face was even with Nate's head and their midsections were even with each other's, as he pulled Nate's pants open and lowered Nate's zipper Nate was pushing his rump up against Cody's groin. Cody then hooked his fingers into the side bands of Nate's britches and pulled his slacks and underpants down to the floor.

Cody then pushed Nate forward. "Okay now pee!"

Nate took his pinky size pricklet and began to pee. He felt one of Cody's hands raising his white shirt while the other hand was on his small bottom. When Nate had finished pissing Cody told him to hold his shirt up for him so Nate did as he was told. Cody then brought his other hand up to play with Nate's baby smooth bottom, one hand on each cheek.

Cody just loved baby butts. He put his palms up against the cheeks and pried them apart to see the virgin pucker. Nate was blessed with a deep ass furrow and plump yet firm butt cheeks. The older boy loved how the small boy's back would push in at the base and his fanny would stick out.

Nate knew that the older boy was being nasty with him, but he felt that maybe if he let the older boy be nasty with him then maybe he could get out of his spanking. Little Nate stood still looking straight a head at the wall as Cody kneaded the young buns in front of him.

Cody then pulled Nate back to him and pressed his groin up against Nate's exposed backside. He knew he had to let the kid get back to class or they would get caught. Cody leaned forward to whisper into Nate's ear, as he did this he pushed his young groin harder into Nate's rear. "I'll make you a deal kid."

Nate turned his head a little. "What?" Nate began to pull away from the boy but Cody reached around and grabbed Nate's small pricklet and forced Nate to push back onto Cody's groin.

"I won't tell my dad I caught you sneaking around in here. If you do something for me." He whispered. Cody began to move his hips grinding himself onto the smaller boy.

Nate had a feeling that what Cody wanted to do was wrong, but the small boy would do anything to avoid getting a spanking at school. "What's that?"

"You have to meet me at lunch, behind the cafeteria."

"What are you going to do?" Nate whispered back over his shoulder.

Cody looked down between them at those two beautifully innocent cheeks he was pressed up against. "We'll go some place quiet and then I going to pull your pants down and spank you myself." Cody whispered. "Then we're going to play a game."

Nate felt a spanking was fair, especially since boys don't spank as hard as adults do. But what had Nate worried was the game Cody mention. "What game?"

Cody pressed himself as hard as he could up against Nate's rear. "It is called 'Doggie', and you better let me do it or I'll tell!"

Nate agreed to the terms of his blackmailer. Cody quickly dressed the small boy and sent him to his class.

When it was time for lunch all the students at the school filed into the school cafeteria. As soon as Nate had finished his lunch, he broke away from his friends and headed to the back of the building, where they kept the trashcans and stuff. The little boy looked around for the older boy and was about to leave, when Cody came running up to him.

"Sorry I'm late kid. I had to go and get something." Cody stated as he walked up. "Are you ready?"

Nate nodded his head and began to unfasten his slacks.

Cody quickly stopped the smaller boy. "No!" He looked around. "Not here." He looked around again. "Follow me."

The two boys walked around the corner and up to the back door of the school's church, it was there that Cody pulled out a key and unlocked the door. With one last look around he quickly went inside and pulled little Nate inside with him.

Nate had only entered this building from the front door, so he did not realize where he was yet. "Are we going to do it here?" The small boy whispered.

Cody push Nate down a small hallway to the main room, in fact the door opened up right next to the altar. Nate froze as he realized that they were inside the church, the huge room was completely dark except for where the sunlight came in from the colored windows. "We're going to do it right here!" Cody whispered. He knew that all the teachers and the priest were going to be in a meeting during lunch, which meant he had the boy and the building all to himself.

"But God lives here!" Nate whispered as he backed away from Cody, glancing back and fourth at all the statues of the saints. "He'll get mad!"

Cody had pulled one of the velvet chairs to the center of the altar and looked back at Nate, he saw true fear in the boy's eyes. "He won't get mad!" Cody hissed back at the small boy. "He'll be proud of you."

Nate stopped and looked at the older boy somewhat confused and then back up at the statues that seemed to be staring at him. "Why would he be proud?"

Cody sat down in the chair and faced Nate. "Because you're taking a spanking like a man. Didn't you know that God loves little boys? And he really loves the ones who take their spankings without crying about it." Cody knew this line of bull_s_h_i_t_ so well; it was the same one the school priest has used on him for the past five years. "In fact; did you know that God really loves the little boys who ask for spankings even if they hadn't done anything bad?" The older boy lied.

Nate tilted his head. "But why?" Still intimidated by his surroundings the small boy kept looking back and fourth at the life like holy statues half expecting them to pounce on him.

"Because it means that you want to be good and you need a spanking to remind to remind yourself." Cody reached out for Nate and pulled the small boy to him. "You know, if you go to Father Brink and confess that you've been bad or that you feel bad about something. All you have to do is ask him for a spanking and he'll give you a little spanking on your bare butt to help you be good." Cody reached around Nate's waist and unfastened the small boy's slacks while he continued to whisper into Nate's ear. "They won't even hurt, unless you ask him to make them hurt." Cody slowly began to pull Nate's zipper down. "He spanks me all the time."

Nate spun his head around to look at the older boy in disbelief. "He does?"

Cody hooked his fingers into the smaller boy's pants and underwear and pushed them both down to the boy's feet. "Yeah. But it's a secret and if you ask him to do it, you can't tell nobody." As Cody sat back up he ran his hands up, the now naked thighs of the small boy. He turned Nate sideways and pushed the kid over his lap. Once over his lap Cody raised the white shirt tale up over Nate's hips exposing those two wonderful globes.

Nate was facing towards the altar and the huge cross that was behind it. It was an eerie feeling, being in a holy place and having his fanny exposed not only to an older boy for whom he knew was only being nasty with him, but doing it in front of all the Saints and God. For the little six-year old, this was the ultimate nasty thing to do. He could feel Cody's fingers tracing his bottom, almost tickling him but most certainly sending shivers up and down his spine. The combination of this huge room and the cool air on his exposed backside and being in the presence's of God was electrifying to Nate.

Cody's little eleven-year old pricklet was pressing hard against his school slack as the weight of the half-naked boy lay across his lap. The boy rubbed his hand back and fourth across the firm little butt cheeks that seemed to beg for attention. He raised his hand a little and lightly smacked the first spank.

"Smack!" The sound echoed in the empty church.

"Smack!" Again the sound echoed in the church of a small boy being spanked.

Nate jerked a little from his small spanking, the spanks didn't hurt at all, but with the amplified sounds coming from the church the spanks sounded worst then what they really were.

"Smack!" Cody loved the way the little boy's bottom looked laying there, waiting to be punished by him. Even though the spanks weren't hard just the feeling of power over this small boy was making Cody dizzy with desire. "Smack!"

With just a few more spanks, each one harder than the last, it didn't take long until they began to hurt little Nate. Finally with the last spank, Cody let his fingers trace the little red baby cheeks that he had spanked. Nate was praying that his spanking was over, he was about ready to start crying.

Cody knew that lunch recess was almost over and he wanted this little boy's ass. "Okay. Are you ready to play 'Doggie'?"

"Okay." Nate's little voice squeaked.

"Okay then. Get down on your hands and knees and face the altar."

Little Nate got up and did as he was told; he got down on his hands and knees and faced the altar. Once again that eerie feeling washed over him as he looked up at the huge cross on the wall. He heard a zipper sound; he turned his head and saw Cody pushing his pants down to his feet. Cody also got down on his knees behind Nate and grabbed the small hips of his victim.

Cody lined his stiff as a nail pecker to the crack of the red baby cheeks in front of him. He put a little spit onto his little dick and pressed his dick into Nate's virgin hole with a bit of effort Cody was soon inside. Nate began to pull away because it was hurting him a bit but Cody held him tight and leaned down to Nate's ear and whispered. "You're the little puppy dog and I'm the big dog." Cody began to move his hips back and fourth. "And you have to let me do this whenever I want to!" Cody began to jab his small member into the small boy with more force. "Right!?" He demanded.

Nate just nodded his head. Within a few minutes of this game Nate began to feel a rhythm from Cody and he began to match it. Soon there was no pain and Nate found himself getting into the roll of a puppy.

"Roof!"

"Roof!"

Nate barked in his high pitched voice. Cody smiled to himself for now he knew he had a kid he could _f_u_c_k_ whenever he felt like it. The older boy began to bark and growl like a bigger dog. Nate laid his head down on the floor and whimpered like a crying puppy, he really liked this game.

All of a sudden Cody began to jab his dick harder into Nate, then he stopped and began to shiver and shake to his dry orgasm. He kept pushing down on Nate's shoulder blades keeping Nate's head down and his butt straight up. Cody pulled himself out of the small boy but lowered his face to the little butt cheeks and began to lick them. Oh how this boy just loved to lick those small cheeks.

All of our mouths were hanging wide open as Nate told us about his first time with another boy. It was Davie who broke the silence in the tent. "You did it in a church?" He whispered.

None of us could believe it! "In front of God?" I whispered in astonishment.

Nate was sitting next to me, we had finished our little butt hump a while back, he had his head hanging low. He seemed so ashamed about this. Well he looked ashamed until Davie howled. "That is so cool!"

I was laughing too about how brave my friend was. "Man I could never had done it there! It must have been great!"

Nate began to smile, seeing that we approved and didn't think of him as a freak for doing 'The Nasty' in a church.

Nick crawled over to Nate and asked. "Did Father Brink ever do you?" Davie and I had forgotten about that so we stopped laughing and moved in closer to hear his answer.

"Nah!" Nate shook his head. "I was too afraid to ask him for a spanking, so I just stayed away from him." Nate looked around the tenet at us. "But me and Cody did 'it' almost everyday. Sometimes we would do it in the janitor's closet or his dad's office, but then we moved here."

I laid down in my sleeping bag, still naked; I yawned and stretched my arms. "Man I couldn't even imagine doing 'it' at school, let alone in a church." I laid my head down and closed my eyes. "I'm going to sleep guys. I can't stay awake any longer."

Davie and Nick followed suit and did the same thing. I opened my eyes and I could still see Nate, though the moon light that shown through the tent opening, sitting on his sleeping bag looking down at his lap. I raised myself up and whispered. "What's wrong?"

Nate turned his head towards me. "Can I sleep with you tonight?"

I smiled. "Sure." I laid back down and Nate crawled into my bag behind me. He put his arm around me and pressed his small pricklet into the crack of my bottom.

"Dickie?" He whispered into my ear.

I had my eyes closed enjoying the feeling of our two naked bodies pressed together and the tickling of his small dick in my butt cheeks. "What?" I whispered back.

There was a slight pause. "Do you think I'm a bad person?"

I thought the question was silly. "No!" I looked over my shoulder at my friend but all I could see was his blonde hair. "Why?"

His voice sounded like he was ready to cry. "Because I did 'it' in a church." He rubbed his head back and fourth against my back. "Do you think he'll send me to Hell?"

"No way!" I whispered quickly. "Hell is for really bad people that God hates not little boys!" I rolled over to look at my friend's face as best I could in the dark. "He'll probably just punish you."

Nate sniffed. "Yeah but how?"

"I don't know." I whispered. "Maybe he'll just spanked you real hard or something." We were still only a couple of eight-year olds and a spanking from some one in authority, in our eyes, was a pretty stiff penalty.

"Yeah I guess you're right." Nate sniffed one more time.

"You want to stick it back in me?"

I could almost hear Nate smile. "Okay."

I rolled back over so Nate could hug me from behind and re-insert his small pricklet back into my young butt cheeks. It was in this position that we fell asleep.

Dickie