"Hi!" he smiled broadly when he noticed my staying there. "You're a little late today, aren't ya'?" He commented as I set my briefcase down, loosening my tie.
"Come here," was all I spoke as he smiled broadly, setting down the pot, but when he did get close enough to me, I abruptly jerked his shorts down to his knees off him. He reacted with surprise but said nothing and stood perfectly still. His little bottom was tightly but attractively encased in the white gum of new, clean classic jock strap. Pulling that strap down to his shorts in the front, I took his _c_o_c_k_ in my hands and inspected it while it started to grow for the attention, then, equally abruptly, shoved it back again inside his strap and pulled it and his shorts back up so high over his hips that the black nylon was forced tight up completely around his young ass and separating those firm buns, just like I wanted it. This one had it for sure, so why not flaunt it? Slapping his back side hard, I headed toward the living room, letting him yelp, and leaving him standing there looking confused.
Larry quickly followed along, his shorts now binding him uncomfortably, but he didn't adjust them or complain. He was wary of my mood and the way things had happened last night but knew that if he did either, it would have resulted in my yanking those shorts and his strap down immediately and giving his bare bottom a real good hard spanking over my knee right then and there. He had already learned the hard way, and many times, that I enjoyed taking the time to spank him after I'd come home. He didn't want to risk one, not with what might come later tonight. Well, I couldn't blame him for that.
Still, I couldn't help but smile to myself that he instinctively knew what his actions should be and what immediate consequences he would suffer for any transgressions. A boy always needs to know both clearly. Believe me! Both Larry and Aaron did for sure! Both were still at that age where a nice hard spanking on the tender undersides of their bare bottoms when I came home from work was necessary fairly often, common, almost routine around the house. That was as it should be! It was the best way to keep them focused on their homework and studies rather than screwing around, watching TV, on irrelevant things. Nice, red bare bottoms around our place were very common but their grades and accomplishments proved success.
Aaron arrived shortly later and after a greeting quickly disappeared upstairs, to change out of his suit. Moments later he to walked into the kitchen in identical shorts and socks, his own tank still slung casually over his right shoulder thus showing his stomach definition. I gave Aaron the same inspection, though he stiffened in Larry's presence and stares, then I jerked his shorts up too, as high up as possible. I kept his tank off adding significantly to the _s_e_x_ual attractiveness of the near naked, exotically handsome boy. Too bad I didn't have a loin cloth -- that would have completed his exotic, wild look with his long hair flowing. I'd have to look for one. Who knows where I could find that?
Harry and Tom were due in in about two hours. Both boys became increasingly quiet as the time neared. I said nothing as the tension built up. I preferred to read the Wall Street that I'd never managed to look at this morning. Close to 8 p. m., both boys became agitated. Neither liked Harry much. Just not their type, I guess. Larry, of course, considered Tom a close friend. And he was, for sure.
When the doorbell finally rang, Aaron let them in the front as Larry and I finished putting some stuff together in the kitchen. When we did go in, Harry was standing in the living room, his mouth literally fallen open, staring at Aaron's body. Tom seemed more normal, or maybe he was just trying to be the cool teenage type? Who could tell for sure?
"Well, Welcome," I said. "We thought we'd have a real casual, family evening, if you two don't mind?"
"No, no, not at all," Harry was stammering, "Sorry, Ah, sorry, we're a few minutes late." He was still staring, not in control it seemed.
"What do you like to drink?"
As Larry spoke and Harry was now forced to look directly at him, the reaction was blunt almost obscene. Harry stared down his near naked body and couldn't seem to take his eyes off his bulge right there. He didn't even try! Finally he somehow managed to clear his throat and ask for a beer.
If Larry was uncomfortable with the old geezer's stares, he just didn't show it.
"Come help me in the kitchen," Larry said to Tom and catching Tom staring at his bottom with more than casual interest, he smiled, almost laughed out loud.
Well, what would you expect from guests from that small island anyway?
Ignoring it all. I sat on the couch, Aaron, without being told, sat at my feet, his head on my knee, something he rarely did. Harry could hardly speak he was now staring so intently at Aaron's body. Aaron was reacting and clearly he was becoming uncomfortable. The silence was eerie until finally Tom and Larry brought in the drinks, then disappeared to Larry's room to explore Larry's computer as teenage boy's tend to do these days anyway.
"Those are great shorts!" Harry couldn't resist. Somehow he just opened his mouth and the words rolled from his wet lips.
Aaron replied by standing up. "Like them?" He turned around slowly, modeling, teasing Harry on purpose. He knew exactly what he was doing!
"Hell, yes!" Harry was enthusiastic. "They're great! Come over to my house like that anytime."
"Of course he can," I said, "Aaron wears them all the time around here. As does Larry," I added.
Aaron stood perfectly still now, gritting his teeth. He knew where Harry's eyes were focused.
"Gee," Harry spurted out again. "Your body's perfect!"
Aaron smiled, his chest swelling with pride, his body erect, his basket bulging. It was all I could do not to laugh out loud! I stood beside him and taking his shoulders, turned him around to show his ass better in those nylon shorts, then tugged his shorts up a bit further, exposing as much bare skin as possible as the shorts cut between his buns, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination, part of his bottom buns exposed. You know what I mean. That part where a boy's lessons are best and most effectively learned!
Aaron and I were playing with the old man and we both knew it.
"Yea," I said, "this part's in good shape too, don't you think?" I lifted the flap exposing most of his left bun cheek, the gum of his jock showing in contract with his bare bun and those coal black nylon jogging shorts.
"Unbelievable." Harry muttered more to himself than anyone.
I smiled, continuing to outline Aaron's left cheek with my free hand. "Pretty good, huh?" Aaron was blushing, bracing himself against my should to hold his balance now.
Putting my left leg on the footstool that always sat there, I pulled Aaron over my knee and slowly rolled his shorts down, just off his buns, leaving his ass bare naked except for the white jock bands etching it. A surprised boy clenched his buns and grabbed my ankle to steady himself just in case he was about to get paddled. The very undersides of the bottoms of his bare ass cheeks still showed the telltale signs from the swift application of the paddle I'd applied to him this morning before he went off on his own day. He struggled for balance with his own bare ass up on display like that. It was obvious what he had, even to a casual observer.
"Sorry about these here red marks on my boy's little bottom," I commented, unnecessarily pointing them out with my fingers. "But I usually paddle his ass before he goes to work. Works wonders on this boy here. If you're going to have boys in the house, it's important to remember to keep their bottoms tender, nice and red. Keeps them focused on their goals, you know. Shows you care."
"Really?" Harry hung on every word, watching me display Aaron's bare bottom to Aaron's now obvious embarrassment.
I separated Aaron's buns a bit, but Aaron tried to hold them tight. Wham! I slapped his ass. "Come on boy, relax down here so Harry can see what a great little bottom you got on you or do you need me to paddled you some first?"
Aaron was so embarrassed even the back of his neck turned bright red. Still, I could feel his _c_o_c_k_ extending in his jock against my thigh. He was struggling but relaxed consciously.
"Maybe you'd like to feel it?" I asked Harry "It's a tight and firm one."
"Can I?" Harry was beyond himself.
"Of course. You mind, Aaron?"
"Up to you, Sir!" Aaron did mind, his voice cracking and curt, but he knew not to object.
Harry came over and placed his hand on Aaron's bare bottom. He was so overwhelmed, he just stared, his hand moving freely over Aaron's ass, exploring, pushing with his fingers between his thighs under his balls in my boy's tightly packed jock. I knew what he wanted to feel, but that might be for later. Aaron's whole body tensed rigidly but he still tried to remain relaxed. I knew he hated my allowing Harry to feel him up like this, but it was good discipline for him. Harry on the other hand just stood there, tranced, silently probing and feeling my boy, while I continued to hold Aaron's head firmly down forcing his still bare bottom up even higher in this position, on display. No boy enjoys being examined against his will, but for Aaron it was doubly humiliating as Harry stood there with all his bulk weight and with his hands, explored Aaron's bottom and balls freely, against his will, while I forced his head down, ass up and open, bare, naked, vulnerable. He knew he could never object without feeling my immediate wrath! I let Harry feel and dream until it looked like he was about to use a finger on my boy. That's not acceptable. I put my hand on Aaron's bottom, myself, preventing him. I would say if and when he could ever enter Aaron's tight bare bottom and up until now that was an intimate pleasure and treat I reserved only for me and would probably always continue. While I often enjoyed using my own finger on my boy after I'd spanked him hard and his ass was very hot, that was private. Goosing this boy always made him wiggle wildly, calming his tears, as I claimed control of my boy, helped him understand his lesson as we intimately talked privately just together about what he'd done wrong and what would require him to experience another lesson if he repeated it again in his future.
"Actually, I enjoy keeping this boy's bottom a little red. Looks good on my boy, Aaron here. Maybe you'd like to help redden it further for him yourself later? See what I mean. This one required a good dose of regular and firm discipline, preferably with the hand or paddle, but the strap or belt works wonders on him as well. What do you think?" I said to Harry, teasing him along.
"Unbelievable! Unbelievable!" He looked about to faint. "Sure, I'd like to watch him get it sometime, maybe give him a good one myself, I mean like, if I could and all, if you'd let me?"
I smiled, my hand still cupping Aaron's bare bottom, looking at it. Aaron was trying his best to remain still and relaxed, but it was simply impossible for him to do so. Every time my hand patted his buns, his ass tensed automatically. The fact he had just heard Harry suggest I spank him or asking to be allowed to do it himself, made Aaron even more tense. Was I about to give him one? Would I let Harry? His head squirmed around to look at me, his eyes pleading like a small child's. He didn't want spanked, of course, but if it was going to be, please, not by a relative stranger like Harry! My boy's and my communications have always been often without words. This one was "talking" to me clearly now.
I looked at him still hanging over my knees now. He had such a beautiful bare bottom, firm, tight, just begging for some attention. He looked so vulnerable, firm, round, bare ass up, waiting for my decision. His eyes were begging me, after all he'd done nothing wrong. Still, he knew his fate was up to my decision. No question a good hard one could be good for him on this squirming ass, up nice and bare and on display now. Actually it was getting about to the time when I really should take him out to the shed and whip him again anyway. I believe it is important to strap a boy occasionally to insure he knows who his boss is and I have always done so. This young man's bare bottom was overdue anyway for his trip to be marched out to the shed for his next appointment with my strap and he knew it. This weekend I'd have to make a point of doing it for sure but for now I was still playing with his youthful bare bottom across my leg and his young cherry, fingering it openly, seductively, as Harry watched, panting. I was really playing with Harry. It could be enjoyable to let Harry paddle Aaron sometime. That would humiliate Aaron, putting him firmly in his place! I'd have to think about that some, later.
Finally I pulled up Aaron's shorts over his bare ass and raised him up from across my knee and on to his feet. Aaron's face was scarlet with his gorgeous hair flowing wildly as he hurriedly pulled his shorts up in the front over his white jock. As soon as I sat down he resumed his place at my knees, his face very red, looking down. Harry just stared although I tried to have a normal conversation. Finally Larry and Tom came back and more casual conversation resumed. Harry was simply not able to say much. He stared at both boys and soon had gulped down his third drink. He was becoming very much out of it!
Tom talked on with Larry who having braced himself for his own promised paddling all day and was sweating slightly. I was just enjoying myself. The tension was good for both boys. Harry was ecstatic, now almost drunk!
Only Tom seemed to remain "normal."
I let things go on. Both boys ignored Harry's stares. Larry loosened up and seemed to be enjoying Tom. The two talked incessantly, soon Aaron and I joined in. Harry just sat. I decided to make my move. . . . (to be continued).