His naked nineteen year old ass draped over the side of his bed. Anyone could tell the handsome teenager was still in pain from a very recent bare-assed strapping. From my vantage point in the next bed I noticed his entire young behind was bright red from top to bottom and from his left ass dimple far to right side. When his identical twin brother, seated on the floor between the two beds, started massaging the well-whipped butt, it was clear even the tender flesh between the long deep ass crevice had been marked as well. The sight of this was almost too much for my hot, youthful, fully rigid _c_o_c_k_ to handle -- since this was the first time to observe firsthand the effects of a pants-down thrashing.

I had thought about a bare-assed spanking or even a strapping many times during my freshman year at a large southern university. Time spent on the Internet fueled my interests, but I was too shy to ever make a one-on-one contact with another guy. Hell, I'm practically a virgin -- I've only had one brief affair in high school. I'm almost positive I'm gay, but just haven't done much about it. Plus, I think I'm in love with my college roommate.

Just prior to moving in the dorm last fall, I met Brad during dinner with his father and my older brother. While his dad and my brother were old family friends, I had not seen Brad in quite a few years. My jaw must have practically dropped when Brad and I shook hands. He was strikingly handsome. His gorgeous smile caught my attention first followed by his sparkling green eyes. At about six feet tall Brad looked like an athlete maybe a swimmer or a runner. Actually, it turned out he was an active tennis player. 'Great,' I thought. We already had something in common. Brad and I talked to each other during most of the dinner. I was cautious not to stare, since we would be spending plenty of time together as roommates.

After dinner the four of us unloaded the cars and moved into the dorms. We shared a small bedroom on the sixth floor of the dorm. Three other bedrooms also connected with a communal living room and large bathroom. About three hours later came the near tearful good-byes. I still remember vividly some of Brad's father's last comments before leaving the dorms.

"Now I want you to keep up your grades, Brad," said his dad in a fairly serious tone. "Yes, sir," replied his son.

"I want you to have fun while you are here, but don't slack off on your studies," said his dad while he draped one arm over Brad's shoulder and hugged him.

"Now just because you are a college boy, now, doesn't mean you're immune to the strap," warned his father.

Still being hugged by his father, Brad faintly smiled -- obviously somewhat embarrassed by the remark in front of my brother and me.

"That goes for you too, Trevor," my brother told me. Then he mimicked Brad's dad and grabbed me by the shoulder.

It was my turn to be embarrassed. I must have turned twenty shades of red. Brad's smile got bigger when the spotlight was now turned on me. 'Why did my brother, Steve have to say that,' I thought to myself. 'Was he serious? Yea, my twenty-seven year old brother did whip me on a number of occasions while growing up. (He was somewhat in charge at home, since my dad had long disappeared from the scene). But it's been more than two years since I had felt the strap across my backside. For the longest time I reasoned corporal punishment was over for me considering my age.'

Nothing else was said about the brief public disclosures of corporal punishment. Brad's dad and Steve left the dorm and I did notice Brad's green eyes mist up a few minutes later. We finished unpacking and decided to head to the tennis courts. I quickly learned that Brad was not shy at all about changing clothes right there in front of me. I just had to steal several glances as he discarded his jeans and boxer shorts. I decided against changing in the bathroom and started to remove my clothes. As Brad went to retrieve a pair of tennis shorts, I got a clear look at his naked ass. His young butt was as stunning as the rest of him -- quite white compared to his tanned legs; very trim, but full; and not much hair except along the long line of his crack. As he started to pull up a jockstrap, I had to turn away from him. I could feel my _c_o_c_k_ beginning to swell and didn't want to be embarrassed if it expanded any further. Turning my back didn't give me a chance to see Brad's front side. However, I had to wait only two hours later in our small communal shower, to see my roommate without a stitch of clothes. His body was something to stare at -- somewhat on the thin side, but very toned from top to bottom. His deep-dark brown cropped hair complemented his looks. He was lightly tanned everywhere, except midsection. It was obvious he wore tennis shorts during the previous summer months. I think he saw my eyes focused briefly at his finely shaped _c_o_c_k_. I quickly looked away, but not before noticing a heavy bush of brown hair surrounding a flaccid, circumcised dick hanging down about four inches. Again I felt the familiar tingling in my _c_o_c_k_, but fortunately it never got more than half hard. Brad & I throughly discussed our tennis game, while soaping up our bodies. It was clear that Brad was the tennis player and the natural athlete. I never went out for high school varsity teams, but was very active in most sports. With his experience as a varsity tennis player he actually was giving me a few tips -- right there in the shower. 'Wow, this is great. This handsome young stud is actually showing me a few strokes while being completely nude in the shower. He isn't embarrassed by all about his body or nakedness,' I thought to myself. I also found out later in the week that Brad slept in the raw. Being somewhat more shy I normally wore my boxers to bed. However, I loosened up a few days later and followed Brad's lead and left by shorts off when heading to sleep.

We hit it off great from the start. Brad helped me with my tennis game and other sports and I helped him with his studies. We spent plenty of time together and occasionally went out on double dates. Neither of us had steady girlfriends. I did it more for show, than for interest in girls. I was secretly in love with Brad and enjoyed his company. One of our regular activities included actual physical wrestling in our room. I loved feeling so much of Brad's body and his hands all over me. Since my dick got so hard during our wrestling, I would make sure I was wearing my jeans or cutoffs. If Brad suggested a wrestling match while I was clad only in my underwear, I would fake some excuse to postpone our fun giving me time to casually put on some jeans. Brad was definitely not shy about his body. There were plenty of times he wrestled in just his underwear. In fact, most of the time spent in our room Brad wore nothing more than his boxers or briefs in our room and sometimes would only be clad in his white jockstrap. My _c_o_c_k_ would get fully hard at the view of his beautiful bare buns framed beautifully by the straps of his jock. My guess was that my young roommate may have a streak of exhibitionism in him. Upon returning from the shower Brad walked freely around the room in nothing more than his birthday suit. That was not a problem with me. I didn't mind whatsoever that Brad took his good old time before donning a pair of underwear. He also kidded me about my modesty and told me I had a body that I should be proud of. Standing just 2 inches shorter than Brad's six foot frame I weighed just about the same as Brad -- 155. I'm not as thin as Brad, but also have very little body fat from all the exercise. I have blue eyes and light brown hair that turns blond-ish during the summer. Though I don't know how big Brad's _c_o_c_k_ gets when hard, I have measured mine at 7 inches. My ass is as smooth as Brad's, as hairless, but probably more of a bubble butt. Several compliments about my youthful body from Brad got me to eventually loosen up about what I wore in my room.

The only thing that stopped me from going crazy with lust during the first quarter was my regular jerk-off times when Brad was out of the room. Most of the time it was a quick cum that occurred at least once a day. Sometimes I would venture on my computer to find pictures of some young men or a spanking story from MMSA Stories archive. I would pull it out right there near my keyboard. Occasionally I would beat my teenage _c_o_c_k_ for a longer session thinking mostly of Brad's body. Lately during these times I would recall Brad's embarrassment about his dad's reference to the strap. I tried to imagine Brad's great ass being strapped. I always wondered whether his youthful behind was barred for his father's strap.

The answer to that question was answered during Christmas break, when I agreed to stay at his family's house for one of the weeks. Brad & I ended up sharing his old bedroom with his twin brother, Kyle, who was also home on break from another college. The freshman brothers weren't identical twins, but they were both spectacularly handsome. They both had similar swimmer type bodies, except Kyle's hair was not nearly as dark as Brad's. Kyle also was not ashamed of his body. Like his brother he wore very little, while in his room. I didn't have to wait long to see Kyle in his naked splendor. The very first night the young 19 year old came in the room wearing only his white towel around his shoulders. I think both brothers saw my lengthy stare at the Kyle's exposed midsection. The brothers were a perfect match in the dick department was my best guess. What caught my attention was the obvious half hardon Kyle was sporting. Like his brother Kyle was in no hurry to get dressed giving me the opportunity to get several looks at his very cute body. Kyle's _c_o_c_k_ stayed at half mast during the whole time he strutted around -- until it was time to hit the sack. Again like his brother, there was no need of clothes while sleeping. Kyle simply slipped his naked body under the covers. My _c_o_c_k_ was nearly fully hard watching Kyle so I get under the sheets before taking off my boxers. My dick went fully rigid when I watched Brad get ready for bed. He stood and stripped off his white CK's and then spent nearly ten minutes getting his sleeping bag and pillows ready. He was chatting with us all during this time and my young dick was leaking badly. I now confirmed that Brad and Kyle were twin in the _c_o_c_k_ department, since it was obvious that Brad's dick swelled to at least half hard. By the time lights were off and goodnights were exchanged it took only a few good quiet strokes of my dick to cum all over my chest. I tried my best to control my breathing. I don't know whether I succeeded, but wasn't too concerned as I grabbed my nearby shorts to wipe off my chest.

It was nearly eleven o'clock on New Year's Day before any of us got up from partying until the wee hours. I actually could have slept longer. Kyle offered first digs on the shower, but I sleepily declined. Grabbing his nearby towel Kyle made his way out of the sack and of course made no attempt to cover himself. However, unlike Brad & me who always seemed to wait until our morning hardons subsided, Kyle just stood up with his exposed _c_o_c_k_ firmly pointing almost directly towards the ceiling. My eyes were locked onto the first hard _c_o_c_k_ I had seen in person. Kyle didn't see my stares as he headed toward the bathroom, but when I looked down at Brad, who I thought was still asleep, he looked at me a just flashed me this big smile.

Trying to think of something to say to Brad, "mine's just as hard..._s_h_i_t_ I need to pee badly. I should have taken the bathroom first."

"You and I, both," replied Brad as he removed himself from his sleeping bag. I started to gaze at Brad's cute naked butt, before he turned toward the door.

"Kyle wont mind if we borrow the toilet," said Brad whose fully erect _c_o_c_k_ was now in view.

I thought to myself, 'Another confirmation that Brad and Kyle are twins in the genital area -- both have (my estimation at the time) eight inch hard dicks that point in the same direction.' A few seconds later I followed Brad to the bathroom not caring whether either brother saw my fully extended seven inch _c_o_c_k_. Brad has just started to piss as I moved my naked body next to his.

"My bladder is about to bust. I hate waiting for this thing to go down," I said holding my firm rod in my hands. It didn't help that my nude body was nearly touching Brad's naked frame.

"There's always one way to assure that to happen," said Brad.

Knowing fully well what he meant only seemed to make my dick in my hand get even stiffer. Brad had just finished peeing and emphasized his point by making a few beating-up-and- down motions, even though his _c_o_c_k_ was only half hard and he wasn't even toughing his circumcised member.

"Works for me every time," chuckled Brad. As the bathroom filled up with steam from Kyle's shower, Brad kept his hand on his _c_o_c_k_. Watching him this close I knew my dick would never go down. So I was thrilled when I noticed his young manhood begin to rise to fully glory. Brad's jacking motion continued, but this time he actually grabbed his hard dick.

I was thinking about mimicking his motions, but was concerned about Kyle behind the dark curtains in the shower behind us. Besides the sound of the water we could hear Kyle singing.

Brad got right next to my ear and whispered simply, "go ahead, Trevor."

That's all the encouragement I needed to move by hand up and down my hard _c_o_c_k_. Brad smiled and continued jacking his teenage meat. I knew it wasn't going to take long for me to shoot my load. Here I was beating off with my best friend -- he's naked -- I'm naked -- he's gorgeous and his _c_o_c_k_ is hard and my _c_o_c_k_ is about to shoot.

"Ooooohhhhh," I couldn't help it as my first and second spurts shot forward on to the wall. Brad put his left hand over my mouth to shut me up, as my intense orgasm continued.

"Sssssshhhhhh...," Brad chuckled as he stroked his _c_o_c_k_ few times, but aimed his shooting cum into the bowl.

We both were laughing loudly now causing Kyle to ask what we were doing. Brad told him we just had to piss really badly and asked him to hurry up with the shower.

After our showers we headed down stairs for breakfast. Nothing more was said between Brad and me about our little jerk-off session. Since Brad & Kyle's parents were gone for the day, all of us just wore only our boxer shorts. Following breakfast it was time for some serious football game watching. This was the only thing planned for the day, so we camped in the rec room for the day. Mid-afternoon we took a short break and threw the football around in the backyard. We didn't bother getting dressed, except for shoes. Later in the evening we all grabbed a few beers prior to settling down for the third game on TV. At some point, Kyle asked if we wanted to smoke some grass. I declined and knew that Brad would also. We just got another beer, but encouraged Kyle to smoke if he wanted. Brad warned Kyle to smoke outside reminding him of their parents zero tolerance for marijuana or any other drugs. Just prior to his parents arrival I had asked to the two brothers whether we should get dressed. They assured me it was normal attire for them, even if their parents were home.

Brad's dad walked in the rec room in a matter of seconds after hearing the backdoor open.

"Who wants to own up to this?" the twins' father asked holding up the remainder of a roach.

We all looked at each other and it didn't take Kyle very long to admit it was his marijuana.

Brad & I were asked whether we had anything to do with it. "Dad, it doesn't belong to us. We don't smoke grass," Brad respectfully answered his dad.

"Brad.....Trevor up to your room and get to bed NOW. Kyle to the garage...I'll meet you there in a few minutes."

Back in the boy's room Brad and I were tempted to turn his TV on to catch the remainder of the game, but thought better of it considering his father's anger at the moment. We were getting ready for bed, when I heard some faint shouting from his dad. Since the garage was located almost beneath Brad and Kyle's room, we could actually make out some of his dad's words. As we listened for a few more minutes, we surmised it was a lecture about drugs. Either we couldn't hear Kyle's voice or he wasn't talking.

"What's going to happen down there," I inquired of Brad, who had just dropped his boxers and was slipping his naked body into bed.

"Just listen," answered Brad.

Standing only in my boxers between the side of my bed and Brad's sleeping bag I decided not to move in order to hear more clearly the activity in the garage below. I couldn't hear anything. "Come on, Brad, tell me," I asked.

"Sssshhhhhhhhh," holding his finger toward his mouth.

The muffled voice of his father could be hear again. "it's time......(something garbled)...... .......(more garble).....punishment..........(garble).......now DROP'EM." It took me less than a second to register what was about to happen very near to us, yet oh so far away.

"No..............(garble)........," was the first word we could decipher from Kyle. His dad didn't wait to respond - "DROP the shorts."

Kyle was going to get some bare-assed discipline. The very thought of it made my _c_o_c_k_ start to rise in my blue plaid boxers. I figured I better get undressed and into bed quickly. A full fledged hardon was developing and I feared the embarrassment. By the time my underwear hit the floor I had a half boner and was eager to get in bed. I had to think twice when Brad interrupted my dive into the sack and politely ask me to turn off the overhead light and turn on the bedside one. As I moved my nude frame towards the light switch I could feel my young dick swelling even more. Soon as I flipped the switch off I heard a muffled but distinctive sound from the basement indicating some sort of punishment was starting. It was dark in the room and very quiet. Apparently both Brad and I were listening for another sound. Some ten or fifteen seconds later a muffled 'whack' could be clearly heard causing my _c_o_c_k_ to arrest at full attention. As I made my way towards the light in the middle of the two beds just above Brad's head, I paused knowing I was fully erect. However, considering this morning's activity with Brad in the bathroom, I figured what the hell and switched on the light. I again paused long enough for us to hear another 'whack...' from the garage before jumping into bed. Brad simply flashed me his pearly whites as I made my way under the covers.

Brad and I remained relatively quiet and listened to Kyle's punishment. Grabbing my stiff _c_o_c_k_ I was trying to imagine what the garage scene looked like. The strokes of Kyle's discipline were paced at about the same 10 to 20 second intervals. My curiosity was getting the best of me.

Whispering to my best friend, "Brad, is that the strap he's getting?"

"You better believe it....and it hurts like crazy!!!" whispered Brad, as we heard another whack from the floor below.

I couldn't hear talking from downstairs whatsoever, except the sounds of the strap meeting Kyle' rearend. Not knowing the intensity of the belt strikes across Kyle's young buns, I wondered why his brother was not making any loud moans or anything. Stroking my firm _c_o_c_k_..."...Brad... is Kyle naked right now?"

Another whack from the basement could be hear. "You better believe his buns are bare. We always get our whippings like that...not a stitch of clothes. Right now Kyle is bent over my dad's sawhorse with his ass pointing to the ceiling. Trevor, my guess is -- in less than another minute you will be hearing Kyle howling." informed Brad.

'...Whack........oooooohhh, stop dad...........(garble)......"

"Good guess, Brad. How many is he going to get?" wanting to know all the details.

"Hell, you haven't heard anything yet. Wait a few more minutes when the real crying starts. We usually get 8 to 10 licks with the belt...maybe up to 15 for a major _f_u_c_k_ up," said Brad.

I had turned on my side towards Brad to continue our conversation. From our body locations I could discreetly jerk my now leaking meat without Brad seeing what I was doing. Without any encouragement Brad told me some of the details about corporal punishment in his house. The twins had been spanked over their father's knee for many years. In addition, according to Brad, their punishments were always on the bare bottom. As soon as high school years arrived, the twins were introduced to the strap.

"The first time the leather connected with my bare skin was a complete SHOCK to my system. I remember wailing with the very first lick. I thought I would die that day, but later realized few people do from having their ass whipped," chuckled Brad.

I admitted to Brad that I was also strapped at home, but had never experienced it without at least my underwear or pajamas on.

"Not even a hand spanking on your bare butt?" asked Brad.

"No can't say that I have. But still, Steve's whippings hurt like hell and my ass is usually sore for days afterwards." I responded.

Meanwhile, the discipline was continuing in the basement. I wasn't counting the number of strokes that Kyle was getting, but his brother was right -- the howling and serious pleading intensified. Those sounds and our conversation were making my _c_o_c_k_ leak something fierce. Brad couldn't easily see what my hand was doing under my covers, but from my vantage point I wasn't the only one working a stiff piece in this room.

I would have cum right then, but was interrupted with the sounds of footsteps approaching the door. I realization that Kyle's punishment must have finished came to me just as the bedroom door opened. In walks a completely naked Kyle and the poor kid was still whimpering. Holding his underwear in one hand and rubbing his nude ass cheeks with his other he made his way towards his bed. However, Brad gets up and begins to hold his identical sibling. 'Wow what a sight,' I think to myself...'two young nude studs embracing one another.' Brad wasn't concerned that his _c_o_c_k_ was stretched out at full length and rubbed against his brother's body.. Brad continued the hugging as Kyle gradually began calming down. He then led Kyle to the edge of his bed making him bend over. As Brad retrieved a jar of something from the bedside desk drawer, I focused completely on his brother's well-whipped naked ass that was less than four feet from me.

Oh, how I longed to be in either brother's place. Like Kyle feeling the after effects of a leather belt firmly applied to my unprotected butt. Or like Brad, who now was massaging the very shapely nude ass cheeks of his brother. Kyle's poor young entire ass was brightly colored with several darker red stripes. Even the inner tender skin of Kyle's ass crack seemed to have been licked by the strap. Brad's thorough rubdown of his brother's backside apparently felt great to Kyle. His dick stood straight down to the floor -- as hard as his brother's was sticking up to the ceiling. Finishing the job Brad grabbed his oily hand and stroked his brother's teenage pole -- once up and down -- telling him he better take care of this. Kyle immediately got up on his bed and helped himself to some cream from the jar in Brad's hand. Then, Brad turned towards me and offered me some cream. I didn't need any at time because of all the leaking, but I did join the twins for a very intense jerk off session.

The following morning was time for us freshmen to head back to college. While Brad and Kyle left for some last minute shopping, I spent time packing, playing on their computer, and taking a leisurely shower. As the warm water cascaded over my young body, I reflected on how many FIRSTS for me took place in just one week's time. I met Kyle for the FIRST time; marveled at seeing Kyle nude for the FIRST time; saw another person's hard _c_o_c_k_ for the FIRST time; jerked off the FIRST time with another guy; witnessed the results FIRST hand of a barebutt strapping and had a circle jerk for the FIRST time. While soaping up and reminiscing about recent events, my _c_o_c_k_ was stirring again. New possibilities learned just this morning caused my _c_o_c_k_ to stiffen even further. One of the bookmarks on the twin's computer was a male spanking site, which I recognized. Trying to deduce which brother had the same interests as me finished off my a. m. cum session.

Part II -- to cum very soon. Comments welcomed. e-mail: 7402zy@iwon. com