Drama Class, part one
The first time I saw him my eyes almost popped out of my head. He was stunning! Tall, blonde, thin, and nicely built. The fact that he was the same age as me gave me hope that I could someday get to know him and, per haps, get to see a lot more of his tight little body. Little did I know what that would eventually mean and how much it would change my life, but it would.
Being sixteen didn't really give me much of an opportunity to seduce other guy's. Oh sure, all my friends are just as hormonally supercharged as I am, but trying to instigate something with another guy in the land of red-necks and cowboy's could turn very ugly. So, I tread very lightly on the subject and stay very deep into my closet. Celibacy isn't that bad when you consider what could happen to you in this small mid-western town.
The only thing I could find out about him was that he had just moved to town from some place in California. He probably spent a lot of time on the beach, because he had a tan that wouldn't quit. His skin was so dark that it made his blonde hair look almost white. When he smiled, all you saw was a mouthful of super-white teeth contrasted against his brown skin. While that was nice, and helped to create his over-all image, the thing I watched the most was his butt. It was a sight to behold, beautifully shaped and rounded just enough to perfectly fill the seat of his jeans.
My plan to meet him was pretty weak and I figured that a great looking California stud like him would be too busy with all the girls that seemed to gravitate towards him to be very interested in hanging out with another guy. So, I didn't expect much success and tried to go about my normal life at school. The one thing I had to really work hard to do was not stare at him when I'd see him in the hall or cafeteria. That would have been very hard to explain.
Day after day I would see him in the hall at school walking from one class to another. He was never alone, either. There was always a group of kids around him (mostly girls) making any contact almost impossible. I quickly lost any hope that he might be gay once I heard through the grapevine that he was dating Lisa Cole, the schools beauty queen and most popular girl. Because of the evidence, I stopped trying to meet him. There wasn't much point of pursuing a straight guy who was dating the best looking girl in school.
For the next several months I simply looked at him from a distance and merely appreciated his good looks. All the while making sure I didn't get caught looking at him. There was no way I was going to risk being found out over someone I didn't have even the slightest chance with. It just wasn't worth it. Then the term came to an end and the situation changed in a dramatic fashion.
Like every other year, we changed classes after the term finished and the grades were posted and I found myself in six new classes with six sets of new class mates. I knew most of the kids already, after all, it is a small town and I'd been in school with them for most of my life, so it wasn't that hard to adjust to. Still, when the blonde beauty walked into my fourth period drama class, I about freaked! And just to make certain my heart rate stayed over two hundred for the entire class, he sat down at the desk right next to mine. I couldn't help stealing glances at him all period.
About a week into the new term, our drama teacher announced that our entire final grade for the class would be based upon a seven minute "scene" from a play we were to write ourselves and perform on stage in the auditorium for the rest of the class. Mr. Baxter, our teacher, explained that we were to take something from every-day life that helped define who we were as a society and turn it into a scene from a play. Plot and character development wasn't important since we were to do only one scene and not an entire play. All we had to do was to pick out one powerful moment from every-day life that demonstrated the "human condition" to act out.
I was sitting there with my stomach churning in sheer disgust with the assignment, absolutely dreading the next twelve weeks of drama, and cursing myself for electing to take the class in the first place. Hey, Marlon Brando I'm not! I don't even like reading out loud in front of other people, let alone, act. I'd thought the class was about literature, not acting! My heart sunk knowing that I couldn't transfer out of the class at this point in the year and I'd have to get up in front of the class and do something to pass.
Self absorbed with my feelings of dread, I almost didn't hear the worst part. Mr. Baxter also announced that we would be teamed up with another student for the project. He felt that it would be easier to find a scene to act out with two characters rather than one and the worst part of it all was that he was going to assign the teams. My heart sunk to my shoes, this had just turned into the class from hell! I was certain I'd get stuck with someone like Rosalie Pendergast, the acne queen of the tenth grade.
For the next ten minutes he called out one name after another and made the team assignments. There didn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to the way he made the first few assignments and I couldn't get any feel for who I'd likely end up with. Then he called out "Steven Potter, you will be teamed up with Michael Cole." I didn't even hear the rest of what Mr. Baxter said, I was trying to figure out who Steven Potter was. When I realized that I'd just been teamed up with the boy I'd lusted after all year, my opinion of the assignment improved significantly.
At first I was all excited about the opportunities the assignment presented, but then I realized how difficult it would be for me to keep my lust a secret working that closely with him. The entire situation could be very dangerous. If he figured out that I was actually gay and VERY interested in him, my life could take a dive for the worst. If some of the other kids in school even suspected I was "queer" I'd be a marked man. Suddenly, my excitement over the pairing turned into extreme apprehension and I decided right then and there keep things under wraps at all cost.
After class, Steven stopped me and suggested that we get together for a few minutes after school to talk about the assignment. That afternoon, we quickly decided that we would do a scene about a father teaching his young son how to shave for the first time. Neither of us had any first hand experiences with shaving, but we figured it would be an easy scene to write out and act. Once the decision was made, he invited me over to his house on Saturday afternoon to get started writing the assignment.
On Saturday, once I got to Steven's, I quickly learned that his parents were not going to home until late and that we were alone in the house. My blood pressure shot up a few points when I heard that we'd be alone, but I was determined to keep my mind focused on the assignment and not anything that would get me into trouble. We worked for several hours and finally came up with our final script. All we had to do from that point was rehearse the scene and perform it on stage for the rest of the class.
"Boy am I glad that is done," Steven said, throwing hi s pencil down on the table and leaning back in his chair. "I really expected it to be a lot harder than it really was."
"I know what you mean," I agreed. "I thought we'd just get a rough draft done today and we actually got the thing completely written."
Steven suddenly lit up with a great big grin, and said, "I think we deserve to celebrate, don't you?"
"Hell yes," I answered, not knowing what he had in mind but eager to find out.
Just then, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a perfectly rolled joint. Holding it up for me to see, he said, "I've been keeping this for a special occasion."
Now I'd never had any pot before and I wasn't sure if I wanted to smoke any today. Steven just held up the joint and asked, "you game?"
"I've never done that before," I explained. "What if my parents know I'm stoned when I get home?"
"You don't have to go home until it wears off," he said. "Just stay here. No one will find out."
"You sure?" I said, hesitantly.
"Absolutely," he insisted. "My parents won't be home until late tonight and you can just stay here until you feel like you're able to go home. We'll have a blast!"
"Well," I said. "I guess, but I don't know how to do it."
"It's easy," he said, with a snicker. "All you do is breathe in and breathe out."
A few minutes later, I felt wonderful as the pot took its effect on my system. "No wonder people smoke this stuff," I said. "It's great!"
Steven just broke into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, which I couldn't help joining. For several minutes we laughed so hard that our sides felt like they were splitting. Eventually, we calmed down and had a long conversation about the assignment we'd just completed. Then Steven looked up at me and said with a serious look on his face, "I wish I had more guts."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Oh man," he said, with this evil little grin spreading across his face. "Do you know how much fun we could've had with this assignment?"
"I still don't follow you," I said, totally in the dark.
"Think about it," he said, excitedly. "Can you imagine if we did a scene like a guy having his first wet dream or something?"
Almost instantly, I doubled over laughing so hard that I couldn't breathe. "I can just imagine everyone's reaction to something like that," I said, gasping for air.
"Old man Baxter would _s_h_i_t_, wouldn't he?" Steven said, the grin running from ear to ear. "It would be so cool to do it though!"
Influenced by the pot, we spent the next twenty minutes coming up with different ideas of things we could act out that would shock everyone at school. My sides hurt so much from laughing that I couldn't sit up straight. Then Steven said, "you know what we should have done?"
Still having trouble catching my breath, I managed to say, "what?"
"We should have acted out a spanking scene." He said, not laughing. "You know, like a little boy and his father."
"Well," I said. "That would certainly get everyone's attention."
"You've got to admit that it would honestly portray the 'human condition', everyone gets spanked."
"Not me," I said. "My parents don't believe in it."
"You gotta be _s_h_i_t_ting me?" Steven said, his mouth gaping open in surprise. "You've never been spanked?"
"Nope," I admitted. "Never."
"I wish I could say that," he said. "I used to get them all the time."
"Don't they hurt?" I asked.
"The way my Dad does them they do." He said. "They hurt like hell."
"Then why would you want to do one for school?" I asked. "Doesn't sound like it would be much fun."
"First of all," he started to explain. "You'd do it for shock value and it wouldn't have to be done as hard as real spanking. It could be just an act."
"It would sure shock everyone," I agreed.
"Of course," he said. "You'd have to be the one getting the spanking. I couldn't do it."
"And why's that?" I said. "You're the one with all the experience."
"I'd be too embarrassed." He said, the evil grin returning to his face.
"Like I wouldn't be?" I sarcastically asked.
"Not like me," he said. "I always get a boner when I'm spanked."
"You're so full of _s_h_i_t_," I said, thinking he was pulling my leg.
"No," he insisted. "I really do!"
"Every time," I asked, still not buying what he was saying.
"Yep," he said, with a little red spreading across his cheeks. "Every time."
"I've never heard of anything like that," I said, still not sure I believed his story.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked, with this funny expression on his face. "Prove it?"
"You can't prove something like that," I said, now convinced he was feeding me a line of BS.
"Want to bet?" he said, sounding very confident.
For some reason, I took this as a challenge. I had no idea where it was headed, but I was certain he was making everything up and took the bait. "How much?" I said defiantly. "Put your money where your mouth is."
"OK," he answered. "Ten bucks!"
"You're on," I said, confident that I'd just made a sure thing bet. "Now how are you going to prove it?"
"That's easy," he said. "As long as you're willing to help?"
"What do I have to do?" I asked, still not sure where this was headed.
"It's simple," he said, his face getting redder. "All you have to do is spank me."
"What?" I said in disbelief. "I'm not going to spank you."
"Fine then," he said, a little defiantly. "Then you loose the bet and owe me ten bucks."
"I don't owe you ten bucks because you didn't prove anything," I insisted.
"Only because you're too chicken to help me." He said, the evil grin returning to his face.
"I'm not chicken," I argued. "I've just never done anything like that before."
"It's not that complicated," he said, still grinning. "I think you could do it."
"I don't know, Steven," I said. "I'd feel really silly."
"It's either that or pay me ten bucks," he said. "What are you going to do?"
I just sat there and started giggling. "You really want me to spank you?" I finally managed to say.
"No," he said. "I want you to pay me ten bucks. Either way, I'm going to win."
There was still no way that I believed he actually got turned on by being spanked and I figured it would be an easy ten bucks if I did spank him. I wasn't about to pay him without making him prove his story and that meant I'd have to do it. "What if someone found out?" I asked, genuinely concerned.
"Who's going to find out?" He said. "I'm sure not going to tell anyone. Are you?"
"No!" I said and started giggling again.
"Well,?" He asked, staring straight at me. "You going to do it?"
I stopped giggling long enough to say, "I guess so."
Moments later we were standing in the middle of his bedroom getting ready to begin. I still couldn't believe that he actually was going to let me spank him just to prove a point. Of course, I was confident that I was going to win and that he wasn't about to get hard simply because of a spanking. Even without first hand experience, I was pretty certain that a spanking hurt too much to be a turn on for anyone. Trying very hard to stifle my giggles, I said, "What do you want me to do?"
Steven immediately took charge and told me to sit on his bed. He explained that he'd get over my knees and then demonstrated how I was supposed to swat his butt by moving his hand up and down a few times. This got my giggles started again and it took me a few minutes to get them under control. "OK," I said. "Are you ready?"
"Not yet," he said, turning towards his dresser and picking up his hair brush. Handing me the brush, he said, "you'll need to use this."
"Are you crazy?" I asked. "This thing will really hurt!"
"Yeah," he explained. "It'll hurt, but it's the only way I'm going to be able to win the bet."
"OK," I said, in disbelief. "It's your butt."
"After this," he said. "You'll owe me ten bucks."
"I doubt that," I said, grinning back at him. "You ready?"
Suddenly, to my surprise, Steven started unbuckling his belt, making it look like he was going to actually take his pants down. Instantly my dick responded and before he had his pants unzipped it was rock hard and throbbing in my pants. For some reason, I wasn't the least bit concerned that Steven might discover my excitement. "You're not really going to take your pants off, are you?" I gasped.
"I always get spanked that way," he said, looking surprised by the question.
"On the bare ass?" I gasped again.
"Yeah," he said. "You don't want me to take them off?"
"Hey," I said, grinning again. "It's your show." Inside, I was secretly hoping he would still take them off. It would be the first time I'd see what he looked like without clothes. My own _c_o_c_k_ was so hard it was starting to hurt.
Without saying another word, Steven unzipped his jeans and pushed them to the floor. An instant later, his boxers followed and he stood there naked from the waist down. I couldn't help but stare at his dick, still soft, dangling in the air between his legs. I was certainly winning the bet at this point.
He quickly bent down and got across my knees, like he had explained. I sat there staring at his butt, which looked whiter than I expected next to his tan legs and back. I'd never had anyone in this position before, but now, I found it very exciting. "You ready?" I asked, wanting to make sure he was before I started.
"I'm ready," he said quietly. "Go ahead."
Taking the brush in my right I hand, I brought it high in the air and let it fall onto his unprotected left cheek.
WHAP!
H e didn't move a muscle or make a sound with the first swat. I was somewhat surprised by how loud the hair bush sounded when it connected with his skin. It had to hurt like the devil. Once again I raised the brush and this time, brought it down on the right side of his ass.
SMACK!
Not having done this before, I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. After all, I really didn't know what a spanking was supposed to be like. I was certain, however, that he'd had enough, and said, "Are you hard yet?"
"Of course I'm not hard yet," he said, sounding almost pissed off. "You haven't spanked me yet."
I quickly raised the brush and smacked his left cheek again.
WHAP!
"Listen Mike," Steven said. "You're going to have to give me at least fifty really fast swats for this to work and they have to be a lot harder than what you've done so far, OK?"
He couldn't be serious, could he? Wouldn't that really hurt? "Are you sure?" I said.
"Yes," he said bluntly. "That's what a spanking is."
"OK?" I said. "If that's what you really want "
"That's what I want, Mike," he said softly. "Really give it to me."
Tightening my grip on him and resolving to give him exactly what he'd described, I lifted the brush as high as I could and really put some strength into the next swat.
SMACK!
This time, he clenched his cheeks together and let out a loud gasp. I couldn't help but notice the angry red mark that instantly appeared on his butt where the brush had landed. Without waiting for him to say anything, I promptly brought the brush back up and forced it back down onto his skin again and followed that up with a flurry of swats. In no time at all, his ass was bright red and he was kicking his legs in the air in sync with the beat of the brush hitting his exposed skin.
For some reason, I found the experience of spanking him VERY exciting and I almost didn't want to stop. My _c_o_c_k_ was throbbing in my pants and almost felt like it was going to explode. When I got to fifty swats, like he had said, I abruptly stopped. Steven just laid over my knees without making any effort to get up. I could tell he was crying by the way his sides were moving.
Breaking the silence, I said, "Is that enough?"
"Yes,!" he said, in a teary voice. "That's enough!"
I helped him to his feet and immediately saw that his dick had gotten rock hard during the spanking, just like he said it would. It was a little longer than mine, maybe six and a half inches, but not nearly as big a round. The _d_a_m_n_ed thing was almost purple, it was so hard, and I could actually see it bounce up and down slightly as the blood pumped through it. There was a single bead of clear fluid oozing from the slit in its head.
"_d_a_m_n_," I said, my mouth gaping open. "You weren't kidding were you?"
"I told you it got hard," he said, forcing a victorious smile. "You owe me ten bucks."
"I've never seen anything like this," I said, still staring at his rock hard appendage. "Do you ever cum?"
"Nah," he answered bluntly. "I save that for afterwards."
"What?" I gasped. "You jack off after being spanked?"
Wiping his tear stained face with his left hand, he sheepishly said, "Hell yes I do, would you waste a boner like this?"
"No," I said, turning bright red. "I guess not. I still can't believe you got hard."
"Why not," he said, the evil grin returning to his face. "You were hard even before the spanking started."
My face must have looked as red as his butt was. He must have felt my hard-on when he was over my knee. "No I wasn't," I lied, trying to cover my tracks.
"BS," he insisted, still grinning. "You were too."
"I wasn't either," I said, sticking with my story.
"Ok," he said, "Prove it."
"I'm not going to prove it," I stuttered.
Imitating a chicken, he started saying, "bok, bok, bok, Mike's chicken!"
I was mortified. All I could do was hope that it would go down or Steven would drop the subject. Seeing Steven standing there with a raging hard-on almost guaranteed that I wasn't going to get soft any time soon and I knew it. I also knew that he wasn't about to let me off without "proving" he was right.
"Come on, Mike," he insisted, trying to pull me up off the bed. "Take em down."
"No way." I protested. "I'm not taking my pants down."
"Hey," he said, getting real serious. "You didn't have any problem watching me undress."
"That's different," I said. "I didn't ask you to."
"OK," he said, his face looking cold. "Be a chicken if you want to."
"I'm not a chicken," I insisted. "I just don't want to take my pants off."
"That's cool," he said, sounding angry. "You don't have to. But, I'm going to take care of this (pointing to his mid section) and if you don't want to see it, you'd better go home."
Now my heart was pumping a hundred times a second. The boy I lusted after for six months was standing in front of me with his pants down around his knees getting ready to jack-off. There wasn't any way I wanted to leave without seeing that happen. Besides, I was still a little too stoned to think about going home and facing my parents. "I don't mind," I tried to say as calmly as I could. "Go ahead."
Without saying a word, Steven sat down on the bed beside me and laid back. An instant later, he was laying there pumping himself for all he was worth. I felt silly just sitting there staring at him, but what else could I do?
Just then, Steven broke the silence and said, "Do you jack-off?"
"Yeah," I said sheepishly, turning a bit redder. "Of course."
Not missing a beat, he asked, "want to do it now?"
"I....don't know," I stammered, surprised by the question. "Do you want me to?"
"Yeah," he said, sounding very enthused. "It'll be cool!"
I'd been so worried that he might find out I was gay and interested in him. Now, he was laying beside me stroking for all he was worth and asking me to join in with him. And, I was acting like a little school girl.
"I know you want to," he said. "Come on, I feel silly doing it with you just sitting there."
"Well," I said, my resistance breaking down. "You won't tell anyone will you?"
"Get real," he said, laughing. "You think I'm going to tell someone, that you spanked my bare ass and then watched me jerk-off? Believe me, your secret is safe with me."
"You got a point," I said, with a smile. "OK,"
Moments later, I was laying beside him with my pants down around my knees, pumping feverishly on my _c_o_c_k_. Within seconds, I erupted, shooting several ropes of my seed up onto my T-shirt. At the same time, I sensed Steven's body tighten up then let loose, shooting his sperm high in the air. Several gobs of the hot fluid landed on my bare thigh and trickled down in between my legs.
"You got it all over me," I said, starting to giggle.
"Serves you right for spanking me," he said, still trying to catch his breath.
"I've got to admit," I said, turning my head to look at him. "The spanking thing was a lot of fun."
"Yeah?" He said, grinning at me. "We'll see if you still think that way next time, when it's your turn."