Reunited - Part 3

A few weeks after the shoplifting incident my dad invited some friends of his over for a barbecue. Mr. and Mrs. Kellogg had two boys, Jimmy (11) and Jeremy (14). The three of us were tossing a ball around out front when Jimmy got a bat out of his father's car.

"Dad said not to" said Jeremy.

"Come on" said Jimmy, exasperated. Jeremy just shrugged, and we began to play Three Flys Up -- you know, where you pitch to one guy, and the others try to catch it. The first one to catch three gets to bat until someone else catches three.

I had caught two when Jeremy pitched to his little brother, and to our horror it sailed through the back passenger window of my dad's Lexus, smashing it loudly. All the adults came out front then, and so did the next door neighbor. Mr. Kellogg's eyes narrowed on the bat and said, "All of you get inside, now!"

I didn't like be ordered around by him, but I knew we were in a lot of trouble so I just went inside like he said, trying not to make eye contact with my dad. As we got to the doorstep Mr. Kellogg grabbed Jeremy's arm and started lecturing him as he dragged him into the livingroom.

"What did I say about using the bat?" he yelled.

"I'm sorry" his sons kept pleading, separately and in unison. Mr. Kellogg sat down in my dad's favorite chair and made Jeremy stand in front of him while Mrs. Kellogg sat on the couch and did the same with Jimmy. Then, unbelievably, they started to undo the boys pants and the next thing I knew both boys were bent over their respective parent's knee and were getting spanked like there was no tomorrow.

This couldn't have been the first time they had gotten spanked together, because almost simultaneously they reached up and pulled both boys' underwear down. Just the top of Jeremy's butt was exposed, but Jimmy got his yanked all the way down to his knees. Both boys were crying hard by the time their butts were glowing bright red.

The whole time I was panicking more and more, trying to stay on the opposite side of the room from my father and unable to tear my gaze away from what was happening. Was I going to get it when they were done? Was my dad waiting for Mr. Kellogg to get out of "his" chair so that he could spank me next? I was 16! Jimmy was only 11. I didn't think I could stand the humiliation of being spanked in front of the younger boys, and especially in front of Mrs. Kellogg. Would my dad take my pants down the way he had in the security office at the mall?

I was physically sick with worry and almost in tears by the time the Kelloggs yanked their boys up, and the boys hurriedly pulled up their pants.

"Corner!" said Mr. Kellogg angrily, pointing to a corner of the livingroom. Each boy took a corner, and I swallowed hard and glanced nervously at my dad.

He caught my eye, and pointed angrily at the only remaining corner (there was furniture in one) and, ashamed, I hung my head and went to stand there quietly while the other two boys sniffed or openly cried in the other corners.

Had I escaped? I wondered. I hadn't broken the window, and I hadn't ever been told not to use the baseball bat. I could claim ignorance.

It seemed like we were made to stand in the corner forever, and finally Mr. Kellogg ordered his sons out of their corners and told them to apologize to my dad. Neither boy could look him in the eye, but my dad was real nice to them and shook their hands and told them they were always welcome in his home.

I wondered if that meant I was forgiven too, and when I glanced at him he caught my eye and motioned for me to come over to him. I still wasn't 100% positive I wasn't going to get a spanking, and I nervously walked over to him.

"I'm real sorry, dad" I almost whispered.

He patted my cheek gently and said, "That's what insurance is for, especially when you have teenagers. Just be more careful next time, will you?"

"Yes, sir" I said, now completely sure and greatly relieved that I wasn't going to get it.

"Why don't you boys all go get cleaned up for dinner?" said Mrs. Kellogg. "You're all sweaty." It was true. It was a hot day, and we were dusty and very sweaty.

"Can we use your bathroom, Mr. Fields?" asked Jimmy.

My dad laughed and said, "Sure." Turning to me he said, "Go with them, son."

"Yes, sir" I said, happy to be off the hook.

"Make sure you wash your hair" said Mrs. Kellogg to her sons.

That stopped me. Did she think we were going to take showers?

"We know, mom" said Jeremy, exasperated.

Christ! When they said "clean up" I didn't think they meant showers! I was two years older than Jeremy and five years older than Jimmy, but I was kind of modest. That was something I had had to get used to right away at my new school. They made you take showers after gym class which they had never done at my school in California.

School was one thing, here in my own home was another. There was one guy at school that everyone still teased because he had tried to wear his underwear into the shower on the first day of school. It just called more attention to him rather than less, and I decided to swallow my pride and follow the other two boys so that I wouldn't call unwanted attention to myself.

We went up to my dad's bathroom with its huge tub and shower, and the two brothers started to strip unselfconsciously right in front of me. To my relief, they both headed for the shower which left the tub for me. The shower was so big that they got in together -- there was room for maybe five kids their size -- and I filled the bathtub and stripped down to my shorts while they played under the water.

When the tub was deep enough I slid my shorts off and got in when they both had their backs to me. Then I quickly lathered shampoo in my hair and rinsed it in the bath water so that there were bubbles all over the surface. I did that a second time, and "accidentally" dumped some of the shampoo into the water, making more bubbles.

Jimmy hadn't hit puberty yet, but Jeremy had hair like me. Actually, he was just as hairy as me, even though I was two years older. After a long time of playing with the steam feature and rinsing again they finally shut off the shower and got out and began drying off.

I jumped when I heard Mrs. Kellogg say, "What is taking you boys so long?"

"Hey!" I yelled, and she glanced over at me with a look of curiosity.

Jimmy ran over to his mom, holding out his towel so she could dry his back. Jeremy had his towel already wrapped around his waist. She took the towel from Jimmy and began drying his hair and, totally exasperated, I said, "Mrs. Kellogg!" I was so flustered, and as I felt my dick grow longer and then fully hard I quickly swished my hands through the top of the water to make sure the bubbles didn't go down.

Jeremy smiled, knowing that I was embarrassed (but I hope not knowing I had a hard on), and said, "Mom, I think Henry wants you to wash his hair." He smiled wickedly at me.

"I do not!" I said. I wanted to shout at her to get out, but I felt like I was on thin ice with my dad because of his car window, and I didn't know how to tell her to leave without using swear words or being rude.

Just then my dad walked in and said, "Hey! Eileen, what are you doing in here?"

"Just hurrying the boys" she said, and Jeremy pulled up his underwear underneath his towel, and then let his towel drop to the floor.

My dad looked at me, and I looked back at him miserably.

"Well get out" said my dad, good naturedly.

"What?" said Mrs. Kellogg. She had heard him, but was confused by his attitude.

"Come on, Eileen" said my dad a littler more seriously. "Out. I'm sure Hank doesn't want you in here when he's in the bathtub." Thank you, dad, I thought gratefully.

She laughed and said, "Oh, come on! He's a little boy. And he's all covered up anyway" she said, nodding at the bubbles in my bath. I blushed a deep red.

My dad said, "He is not a little boy, he's 16 and old enough to drive all the way across the desert by himself to find his dad. I'd want to die of embarrassment if I were in his shoes. Now will you get out?" he said, but he was smiling at her.

She looked flustered for a moment and said, "I'm sorry" and she reached down and picked up Jimmy and Jeremy followed her out to my dad's bedroom, hopping into his pants as he went. My dad closed the bathroom door behind them and burst out laughing.

I had to smile then, but I looked down, embarrassed at the same time. "Can you believe her?" he said.

"Thanks, dad" I said. I was so grateful to him for fixing the situation.

"It's time to eat" he said. "Why don't you rinse off in the shower? It'll be faster."

I still had my hard on, and he was just standing there looking at me and smiling. Could I let him see me like that? My heart started to race as I considered standing up and walking over to the shower.

"You okay, son?" he asked me.

I looked down at the water, embarrassed.

"Oh, come on" he said, laughing. "Did she get you all self conscious? You embarrassed in front of your own dad now?" I looked up into his eyes then. Sitting naked in the tub like that and looking up at him I felt like I was 10 years old again. Well, I thought, I'll either get in trouble or it'll be no big deal. Only one way to find out.

I gulped and just stood right up out of the water. I kept my hands at my sides, and my hard on just stuck right out in front of me.

"Oh, Jesus" said my dad, and looked away. I laughed nervously, and he immediately looked back at me and also laughed nervously. He didn't look at my dick, he just looked me in the eye and patted my arm and said, "It's okay."

"Ah!" I jerked back as he lightly slapped my dick downward as I stepped out of the tub. My jaw almost dropped to the floor, and he laughed, and then so did I not even trying to cover my dick which was now bobbing lightly in time with my heartbeat.

"I guess you should take care of that before you come downstairs, son." I blushed from head to toe, having just been told by my dad, essentially, that it was okay to jack off.

"Lock the door behind me" he said, and turned to go. "We'll talk tonight" he said as he slipped out the door, not opening it very wide in case the Kelloggs were still in his room, which they weren't.

I walked over and locked the door, rinsed off in the shower, and then I got some hand lotion and jacked off in front of the mirrors in his bathroom. I had always wanted to do it in there with all the mirrors so that I could look at myself, but I didn't want him to catch me. Now, though, I could.

When I finally shot some of it splattered all the way out to the bottom of the mirror. That had to be at least seven feet! I wrapped towel around my waist, and checking to make sure that everyone was downstairs I half walked, half ran to my room and put on some fresh clothes.

I couldn't look at my dad when I went downstairs because I knew that he knew what I had just been doing upstairs. When the Kelloggs were all occupied he reached over, pulled me to him, and kissed my forehead. Then he patted my back hard, and went back to grilling some burgers.

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