=====Chapter 7=== ===================
It was now after dinner. Both Uncle Dan and Aunt Barb had left for their church meetings. Billy and I (as always) helped with the dinner dishes, carrying out the garbage and a few other little chores. Uncle Dan, being a serious clergyman, believed that Sundays were mostly for going to church and church meetings, relaxing -- and paddling his son and nephew! Anyway, Billy and I pretty much had the evening to ourselves. According to Billy, his mom didn't get back from her Sunday meeting until nine or so. Uncle Dan was usually later, maybe nine-thirty or even ten o'clock.
"So," Billy said as we sat in our room, "what do you want to do? Watch TV or play a few games."
"We could get a head-start on getting our laundry together. Make less work tomorrow night."
"Oh, yeah, Karl, that sounds real exciting." Billy said sarcastically. "As though sorting and putting up our laundry was a big two hour project."
"Okay, okay, just a suggestion," I said.
"Well, we could finish reading that pamphlet."
"Right," I said. "That will take all of ten minutes. I'm about finished."
"I'm not."
"I think we ought to do some research on jerking-off." I decided to just lay it out and see what Billy said. He said nothing but just looked at me maybe to see if I was joking. I decide to return his look in a non-committal way. He continued to stare. I continued to stare back. We must have looked at each other for thirty seconds or more.
"Dad would kill us if he found out. Can you imagine the paddling we'd get?" Bingo! I knew right then that one of the two of us would soon be jerking-off with the other watching. I just knew it. Billy was hooked.
"He gave us the pamphlets. And they include a section on jerking-off." I said.
"So what? Is there a sentence in there that says: 'Practice jerking-off with you cousin'?"
"No. Of course not." I said. "Just a thought," I added. "It *does* say that masturbation is a means of relieving _s_e_x_ual tension. And I'll tell you, Billy, I got _s_e_x_ual tension like you can't believe." I let that sit a second, then added, "Aww, forget it. You're right. It's a dumb idea. But don't be surprised if I suddenly get up and go to the bathroom to...you-know-what."
"Don't tell me what you're going to do, Karl. I don't need to know that stuff." Billy said.
"Hey!. Wait a minute. Aren't you the one who said 'Tell me the next time you do it'?" I said. "So do you want to know or not?"
"I meant when you do it in your bed. At night."
"Oh, sorry." I said. "Well I'm not going to wait until I go to bed. I'm going to look at this book, get a hard-on and go sit on the pot and rub my _c_o_c_k_ until I squirt a gallon of juice. Just so you'll know." I grabbed my pamphlet and lay on my bed looking at the diagram of an "Erect Penis" on page twenty-two. Billy's mind was working at ninety miles an hour, I could tell.
"Hey Karl. You were just joking, right?" Billy said after a few minutes.
"Nope," I said. And although I had absolutely no erection at the moment, I reached down and rubbed my crotch as though I did. It was '_s_h_i_t_ or get off the pot' time for Billy. It was seven-thirty and Uncle Dan and Aunt Barb had been gone a half-hour. Things were progressing faster than I had hoped.
"Well, I mean, 'cause the reason I asked you to tell me the other night was because I thought that maybe we could watch each other do it, you know." Billy was getting real nervous and I was kind-of enjoying watching him squirm. I ignored his statement and thirty seconds later rubbed my crotch again.
"I'll flip you to see who goes first," Billy finally said.
"Huh?," I said. Secretly, I shouted to myself. I had Billy hooked right where I wanted him.
"I'll jerk-off, if you do." He said. "C'mon, Karl, you knew what I meant. Don't be such a prick about it."
"No way," I said. "Besides I'm going to do it whether you do or not. So this 'going first' is stupid. I'm halfway there now in case you didn't know. And I've got first claim to the bathroom. You can do whatever you want once I'm finished. I'll even warm the seat and leave the lid up for you."
"You don't want to do it together? You know, watch each other do it?" Billy was near pleading now.
"Not particularly. You do, I take it."
"Yeah." Billy said. "Hey, it's cool, Karl." I let that statement sit for a while too. "Well??," Billy said.
"Okay, Billy. I was just joking. I'd like to do it." I got up off the bed. "But there's one condition."
"Condition? What condition?" He asked. "Hey, we just do it. We'll flip to see who goes first."
"That's okay," I said. "I'll let you go first if you want. On one condition."
"Okay. What? He said.
"I get to paddle your butt first. You know, to get me hard."
"Oh screw you, Karl. I thought you were serious."
"I am, Billy. I'm serious. And the only way I'm going to let you watch me and the only way I'm going to watch you is if I paddle you first."
"On my bare ass?" He said.
"Of course." I said. It's that way or I'm going to go in the bathroom and do it by myself."
"You're dreaming."
"Take it or leave it," I said.
"That's blackmail." He said.
"Actually, I think it's called 'coercion' but never mind."
"I don't think so, Karl." Billy said. "I've been paddled enough for one day, thanks."
"Okay, forget it," I said. "I just know I got real hard when I watched you getting paddled on your bare butt and I'd like to do it to you myself."
"Get serious, Karl," Billy said. He paused for a couple of seconds. "Besides, how are you going to paddle me and jerk at the same time and have me watch you. I mean, that's the whole idea as far as I'm concerned. I just want to watch you jerking your dick."
"I wouldn't paddle you hard. Not like your dad does. Just a kind-of pretend paddling, you know?" I said. "I'd just do a kind-of pretend paddle on you butt and then I'd let you watch me jerk-off."
"So, why paddle me at all, Karl? You're crazy."
"Okay, you're right. It is crazy," I said. "I'll just do it myself. I just thought it would be kind-of cool to paddle each other first. You know, so we'd each be as hard as we were this afternoon." Billy had to think about that a little and I let him. After a few moments, I decided to go all the way.
"Okay," I said. "I'll be across the hall for the next few minutes. If you know what I mean." I started out of the room.
"Besides....", Billy said as I reached the doorway, "we sure can't use Dad's paddle. I mean I don't think either of us is about to go into his office when he's not here. I'm not, anyway."
"Yeah," I said. "Me neither. I bet you could think of something though -- for next time." I went across the hall to the bathroom. I walked in and closed the door a little louder than usual. I pushed the lock button on the inside door knob and I was happy when it made a loud 'click'. I waited. I undid my jeans and slid them down over my hips. It took about a minute until Billy responded. He knocked softly on the bathroom door.
"What?" I said. I tried to sound like I was annoyed at the interruption.
"Hey Karl, It's me," he said.
"What?"
"Open the door, huh?" Billy said.
"I'm busy, Billy. C'mon, will you?"
"Just open the door, Karl." Billy was almost pleading. I raised the lid on the toilet seat and then hobbled to the door, holding my jeans halfway up my legs. Just as I got to the door I reached down and carefully adjusted my semi-erection so that the head of my _c_o_c_k_ was just sticking out of the waistband of my shorts. I was determined to show no mercy. I then slowly opened the door just enough that Billy could see the results of my efforts.
"Okay, Billy," I said pretending to be a little pissed. "What is it?"
"Well," Billy said, "I...." His eyes were staring at the tip of my penis. I just knew I had Billy hooked!
"No, Billy, you can't watch. Now leave me alone for a few minutes. Then you can have your turn. Geeezzz!" I started to close the door...slowly.
"Okay," Billy said. "Ping-Pong paddles."
"Huh?" I said. "What are you talking about?"
"There's a set of old banged-up Ping-Pong paddles in the attic. I saw them when we were up there the other day. I could go up and get them." I just looked at him and watched his gaze moving back and forth between my face and the waistband of my shorts.
"Cool," I said. "Good thinking. Go get 'em." Billy turned and headed for the attic stairs. "I go first, though," I said.
"Sure. Just don't jerk till I get back." He was gone and I thought I heard him taking the attic stair two at a time. I went back to the bedroom. A minute later, Billy came in holding two rather ratty-looking Ping-Pong paddles. "I could always go out to the garage and get the others?" He said. "These are kind-of beat up." I walked to the window and closed the curtains.
"Those look okay to me. For this time, anyway." I said. Billy either didn't hear what I said or the 'this time' didn't register. I took one of the paddles and swung it a couple of times. "Yeah, this is fine. Get your butt ready, Billy."
"So, how are we going to do this? Remember, not hard." He said.
"I don't think we need to strip like we do for your dad. Just drop your pants and get on the bed, I guess." I said. Billy moved to the foot of his bed, turned his back to me and started to lower his jeans.
"No," I said. "Face this way first." Billy turned facing me and let his jeans fall to his ankles. I could already see the outline of his erection beneath his tight under pants. "Neat," I said as I looked at Billy's lump and his blushing face. "I guess you need to take your T-shirt off too." He pulled the shirt up over his head.
"Now, Billy," I said taking a serious tone, "you've been really bad so I'll have to paddle you naked. Drop your pants." As he slid his underpants down past his hips and crotch, his full erection popped straight out. He let the pants fall to his knees and then kicked them so they fell on top of his jeans at his ankles. "I'm going to make you stand there so that I can look at your big, stiff _c_o_c_k_." I took a step forward and whispered in his ear. "You've been really bad, Billy, so I'm making you show me your big...stiff..._c_o_c_k_." I took a step back and looked again. "I know you want to jerk-off, Billy, but you've been real bad so you can't do it yet. You've got to be paddled first. I'm going to paddle your bare butt, Billy, so turn around."
Billy, awkwardly turned. His gorgeous butt had lost all of the redness it had the last time I saw it. "Bad boys like you get their bare butt paddled," I said. "So get your butt up on the bed." Billy climbed onto his bed on his knees. "Bad boys have to bend over, Billy." I said. He bent down resting his weight on his knees and elbows, his butt sticking up.
"Hey Karl, time out a second," Billy said. "How am I going to see you jerking bent over like this?"
"Never mind, you'll see. Now shut up. Anyway, bad boys getting paddled don't get to ask questions." I placed the ping-pong paddle lightly against Billy's butt.
"Remember, not too hard. This is just pretend, Karl. You hit me hard and it's over."
"Shut up, will you Billy. Boys who have been bad don't get to talk while they're getting paddled." I took the paddle back and then slapped Billy lightly. Just a "baby" slap. Billy said nothing. "Just a warm-up," I said, then landed a harder one. The slap sounded loud and sharp. "You've got to let me know if it's too hard, Billy."
"That's hard enough, Karl. No harder, okay?"
"Shut up, Billy," I said. "Since when do boys get to say how hard they get paddled. You've been really bad, haven't you? Real, real bad." I landed another slap about the same strength as the one before. Just enough to make a loud sound but not hurt I figured. Billy said nothing. I had apparently found a slap strength that didn't hurt too much. I landed two more. Slapping his nice butt was really great -- even if these were not real paddle slaps.
"Owllll," Billy said. That almost too hard."
"I told you to shut up," I said. "Bad boys take their punishment." I gave him a couple more semi-hard baby slaps. He gave some mock protest and wiggled his butt a little. He was getting into the pretend stuff. I put the paddle down on the bed and walked to where he could easily see me as I unzipped my jeans and reached in through the fly of my underpants to free my erection. He watched as I began slowly rubbing its full length. With my other hand I reached over and grabbed the paddle and gave him a light swat as I continued stroking my _c_o_c_k_. "Bad boys get paddled while they watch," I said. I increased the rate of rubbing while I gave him several more medium-hard slaps with the paddle. "Bad boys get paddled while they watch," I said again. "Don't they?"
"Yes," Billy said keeping his eyes fixed on my _c_o_c_k_. He raised his butt up to meet the paddle better. "Yes," he said. I could see that Billy was really enjoying watching me. I tried to put on a good show for him, pointing my _c_o_c_k_ right at his face and making a big thing as to how good it felt. Billy kept raising his butt up to meet the paddle and wiggling a little. I don't even think he knew he was responding to my paddling this way.
"Oh, man," I said, "this is so good. My dick is so _f_u_c_k_ing hard, my balls are so _f_u_c_k_ing big. I got a gallon of hot juice just waiting. And you get to watch me shoot it all out."
"Do it, Karl," he said staring at my hard _c_o_c_k_. "Do it, do it!"
"Spread you legs apart, bad boy," I said as I walked behind him again. "Bad boys have to show their asshole while they get their butt paddled." Billy quickly and willingly moved his knees apart exposing his wrinkled anus and the back of his balls. I couldn't see his _c_o_c_k_ and assumed it was ram-rod straight up against his stomach, out of view. I gave him two more medium slaps. I put the paddle on the bed again while continuing to massage my _c_o_c_k_. "Bad boys have to have their asshole slapped," I said and slapped my free hand down between his spread buttocks and against his anus. He moaned, but then moved his knees a little further apart inviting another slap across his anus. I hit him hard several times with my open hand.
"Let me watch now, Karl," he said. "Okay?"
"Okay," I said and backed up to my bed and lay down on my back. "Come and watch, bad boy." As I raised my hips and butt off the bed to slide my jeans and underpants halfway down my legs, Billy quickly got up and stood right in front of me, looking down as I spit in my right hand and began rubbing my _c_o_c_k_ in earnest. "I need more spit, Billy," I said. He positioned himself so that his mouth was directly over my crotch and I saw a glob of his spit hanging from his mouth. It slowly dropped down on my _c_o_c_k_. His aim was perfect. "Oh, yes," I said. "Great!"
Billy reached down and shoved my T-shirt all the way up to my armpits and chin. I closed my eyes tight and rubbed faster and harder. "Are you watching, Billy," I said.
"Yeah, Karl, I'm looking." I kept my eyes closed and wet my hand again. I really started rubbing as hard and fast as I could. Just knowing that Billy was watching me was really exciting.
"I'm getting close, Billy, close.....close....close...oh _s_h_i_t_..._s_h_i_t_!"
"Do it, Karl! Do it! Do it!" Two seconds later I felt the spasm start deep back near my anus and spread forward to my _c_o_c_k_. I opened my eyes and pointed my _c_o_c_k_ at my face as I felt the first stream of semen come gushing out. "Ahhhhhhhhh!" It squirted all the way to my chest. I gave my _c_o_c_k_ a couple of extra squeezes and another spurt of warm juice landed near my navel. "_f_u_c_k_!!!" I said. I relaxed completely.
"Oh, super!" Billy said. "Super!" He stood looking down at me, his own pants still down around his ankles, his balls retracted tightly around the base of his swollen, stiff _c_o_c_k_. "How soon before I can do it," he asked. "I'm going to have at least as much juice as you. At least."
"Geeezzz! Billy, give me a minute at least. _f_u_c_k_! That was something else!" Billy reached over to his bed and picked up the paddle, smiling.
"You've been a bad boy too, Karl," he said.
======End Chapter 7 ==== ===============