PART THREE
Both Steven and I were very busy and didn't have an opportunity to get together again for several weeks. Early Saturday morning he called and asked if I wanted to come over and spend the afternoon with him. I immediately agreed, being very excited to get him across my knee again and assuming that was why he called. Forty minutes later I was standing on his front porch ringing the doorbell.
The minute he opened the door I heard someone else's voice coming from the living room and I knew he wasn't alone. My hopes of getting him over my knee were immediately crushed. There was no way we could do that with someone else there and I suddenly felt very disappointed.
Steven ushered me into the living room, ignoring my questioning look, and quickly introduced me to the boy standing by the couch. I quickly learned that the boy was Steven's cousin and was visiting for a few hours while his Dad was attending a meeting nearby. Even though the boy had ruined my plans, I tried to be pleasant and smiled when we were introduced.
After quickly sitting down (to keep the bulge in my pants hidden) I attempted to make conversation with Stevens cousin and learned that his name was Lonnie. He appeared to be a little older than Steven and I and judging from the size of his arms, he worked out a lot. His biceps were huge, at least three times bigger around than mine and looked to be hard as a rock. Not only was he strong as an ox, he also had the same incredible good looks as Steven.
The three of us talked for about twenty minutes and I discovered that Lonnie was really a cool guy and I couldn't help but like him in spite of the fact that he'd spoiled my plans. Out of nowhere, he produced the neatly rolled joint and held it up in front of Steven's face. "Are you interested?" he asked with a wide grin.
"Interested?" Steven said. "Hell yes I'm interested. Why didn't you say you had some smoke?"
Lonnie just grinned at Steven's reaction and handed him the joint. Moments later, Steven had it lit and passed it to me. I still remembered how good it was the first time I smoked pot with Steven and eagerly accepted the hand rolled cigarette. After inhaling deeply, I handed the joint back to Lonnie. We repeated the process several times before the joint had burned down to a nub and had to be put out. Within five minutes I started to feel the effects of the drug on my system and was soon feeling wonderful.
The conversation after that was more relaxed and we started joking around with each other. Lonnie seemed to take charge of the conversation and asked both Steven and I a lot of questions about school, sports, and what we liked to do. Out of the blue, he asked Steven, "What classes are you taking this semester?"
"You know," Steven said. "The usual stuff. Other than Drama, all my classes really suck."
"Drama?" Lonnie asked, sounding surprised. "You want to be an actor?"
"No," Steven answered. "I just needed the extra English credits and it was better than Ancient Literature."
"Don't you like it?" Lonnie asked, keeping the conversation alive.
"I thought I'd hate it at first," he said, giving me this funny look before adding, "but, we've found a way to make it fun."
I just about _s_h_i_t_ my britches! Steven was very close to telling Lonnie what we'd done and I almost panicked. "Steven," I said, rather loudly. "He doesn't want to hear about that."
"What?" Lonnie said, a slight smile coming to his face. "What did you guy's do?"
Steven quickly told Lonnie about our project and explained what we had decided to do for our scene.
"What's so fun about that?" Lonnie said, looking confused.
"Well," Steven said, looking at me. "After we got done writing what we were going to do, we got to talking about all of the fun things we should have done if we had the guts."
Lonnie just sat there looking at Steven for a moment, then said, "And?"
"Well," Steven said, breaking into a fit of laughter. "It would have been really cool if we'd done something like a boy having his first wet dream or something."
Lonnie laughed. "I see what you mean," he said. "What kind of things did you come up with?"
I just held my breath hoping that Steven wouldn't mention anything about the spanking. I couldn't imagine how Lonnie would react to hearing that bit of information. Steven and I both told the boy some of the ideas we had talked about and once again, the three of us were laughing and giggling like a bunch of school girls.
Then, without any warning, Steven said, "We thought we could do a spanking scene too."
I choked and sat there with my eyes almost popping out of my head.
"That would have been good," Steven said, still grinning. "The way you bone up you'd embarrass the hell out of yourself."
I couldn't believe what Lonnie had said. How did he know about Steven getting hard when he was spanked?
"That's why I told Mike he'd have to get it." Steven said, giving me a big toothy grin. "I explained why, but he didn't believe me until...."
My heart stopped beating for a second and I silently prayed Lonnie would let the comment go. But, of course, Lonnie jumped right on it and asked, "Until what?"
A brief period of dead silence followed the question. I stared at Steven trying to plead with my eye's for his silence. Unfortunately, my look went right over his head and he said, "until I proved it to him."
"How'd you do that?" Lonnie said, giving us both a funny look.
"I let him spank me," Steven said bluntly. "So he could see for himself."
Lonnie just sat there for a minute staring at us. Of course, I was dying inside and had turned a bright shade of red. It was unimaginable that Steven would say anything about what we did to anyone. But he did. Just blurted it right out like it was something that happened every day.
"Did you bone up?" Lonnie said, grinning again.
"Of course," Steven answered. "Won ten bucks too."
Lonnie bust out laughing. "I can just see you draped over his knee."
For some reason, Lonnie's reaction cut the tension in the room and all three of us broke into another round of uncontrolled laughter. I wasn't nearly as worried now, thinking that Lonnie would keep the secret.
"You know what you should have done, Steve," Lonnie said, with a wide grin. "You should have made a movie."
Another round of laughter. Then, Steven said, "I thought about it, but we didn't have anyone to hold the camera."
"Hell," Lonnie said. "You should have called me. I would have done it."
"You would have?" I said, sounding very surprised.
"Sure," Lonnie said, looking at me. "It sounds a little on the odd side. But, you should know that you're not the only one that has lost ten bucks to him, is he Steve?"
Grinning, Steven said, "nope, I got your money almost two years ago."
"Yeah," Lonnie said. "And you earned every penny of it too."
"That is true," Steven said, no longer smiling. "Most painful spanking I've ever had. You spanked me harder than my dad ever did."
"Didn't stop you from coming back for more," Lonnie said, the grin running from ear to ear. "Did it?"
"Sure didn't," Steven said. "And I'd do it again too, if I had the opportunity."
Turning his eye's to me, he said, "Has he gotten you too?"
Instantly, I turned a bright red. Not being able to form the words, I just managed to nod my head in the affirmative.
"He'd never gotten it before," Steven said. "I had to go easy on him."
"Like you could do anything else," Lonnie said and started laughing.
"No," Steven said. "Its true. I only gave him a few swats with the brush and he was crying like a baby."
Now I was embarrassed, big time. "I could have taken more," I sheepishly said, trying to defend myself. "You just quit too early."
"Bull _s_h_i_t_," Steven said. "You were blubbering like a baby before I even used the hair brush on you."
"Maybe so," I said, defending myself. "But I could have taken a lot more. You stopped because you wanted to, not because I couldn't take it."
Steven just snorted and said, "You keep saying that and I might just ask Lonnie to give you one of his specials so you can prove how tough you really are."
Lonnie brightened up with the mention of me being spanked, and said, "That's a great idea!"
This conversation was definitely headed in the wrong direction. I'd come over this morning to spank Steven, not to get a spanking myself. All the while, I was staring at the bulging biceps and remembering what Steven said about Lonnie spanking harder than his father. Suddenly, my insides turned to mush.
"I think I ought to spank both of you," Lonnie said with a wide grin. "The one not being spanked could also tape the other one getting it."
I just stared at Lonnie. There was no way I was getting over his knee.
"That sounds like fun," Steven said, also with a grin. Turning to me, he added, "It would certainly give you the chance to prove how much you can take, wouldn't it?"
"But it's not my turn," I blurted out, not able to think of anything else to say. "I'm supposed to spank you."
"You can still do that the next time," he said. "We won't count this as anyone's turn."
"Go get the video camera, Steve," Lonnie said. "This is going to be so cool."
Steven was up and out of the room before I had a chance to say anything. Here he was going to get the camera when I hadn't even said I'd do it. "I....uh....I" I tried to say. "I didn't say I would do it."
"Oh come on, Mike," Lonnie said. "It'll be a blast!"
"That's easy for you to say," I said. "You're not the one getting the spanking."
"That's true," he answered, flashing me an ornery little smile. "But, I wasn't going around bragging about how much I could take either."
"I wasn't bragging," I shot back. "I just said I could've taken more than what Steven did, that's all."
Lonnie just laughed. "Well," he said. "You're going to be able to prove that real soon, aren't you?"
Swallowing hard, I realized that I was trapped. Lonnie was going to give me a spanking and I couldn't get out of it without looking like a sissy. I was so scared that I couldn't even move. Like a big lump I just sat there and stared at those huge arms of his.
Just then Steven wandered back into the living room waving a small hand-held video camera in his right hand. In his left hand, he was holding that dreaded hair-brush. "OK, sports fans," he said in a cheery voice. "Let's play ball!"
"Not the hair-brush," I pleaded, both eye's as big as saucers. "You didn't say anything about the hair-brush."
Steven just gave me this blank look, and said, "Would you rather he use something else?"
"Like what," I said, sounding as desperate as I felt.
"Well," Steven answered. "I guess he could use my dad's belt, if you want him too. But I wouldn't recommend it. It's a lot worse than the brush, believe me."
Of course, Lonnie was just sitting there with this stupid little grin on his face listening to the conversation. Just then, he got this big smile on his face and he said, "Go get the belt. I'll use them both."
For the first time, I saw real terror in Steven's eye's. The belt was obviously more than he'd bargained for. "No way, Lonnie," he half yelled. "My dad uses the belt and I'm not doing it if you use it too."
Seeing Steven's reaction to the belt and knowing how well he'd taken the hair-brush, instantly made me rethink my position. Steven obviously thought the belt was worse than the brush and as a result, I wanted no part of it either. "The hair-brush is OK," I heard myself saying. "We'll use the hair-brush."
I just sat there looking back and forth between Steven and Lonnie with this look of utter amazement on my face. I'd just agreed to let Lonnie use the hair-brush for my spanking and I still couldn't believe I'd actually said it.
"OK," Lonnie said, sounding disappointed. "I'll just use the hair-brush. I can see you two are both big wimps."
"I'm not a wimp, Lonnie," Steven said. "I just don't like the belt."
"I don't know what it feels like," I added. "The hair-brush will be bad enough as it is."
Sensing that the mood was quickly changing, Lonnie broke the stale mate by saying, "Who gets it first?"
Now I wasn't eager for my meeting with the hair-brush to start, but on the other hand, I wasn't looking forward to seeing a preview of what my spanking was going to be like either. If I had to watch Steven get spanked first, I seriously doubted I'd have enough courage to do it at all. With a voice full of dread, I said, "I'll go first, I guess. I want to get it over with."
"Well now," Lonnie said, smiling again. "Maybe you are tougher than you look. I guess I won't have to take it easy on you after all."
"Just don't do it too hard," I said, not sounding tough at all. "OK?"
"Sure, sure," he said, giving me this look. "As tough as you are, it won't hurt at all."
Steven quickly got the camera set up and started the tape. "We're making a movie now," he called out. "Light's, camera, ACTION!"
Lonnie, taking the cue to begin, announced in a loud authoritarian voice, "OK, Michael. I want you to stand up and take all your clothes off. You've got a spanking coming young man."
At first I couldn't move. It was like my leg's had turned to jelly. If it hadn't been for my knee's knocking together, I would have sworn I was paralyzed.
"Come on," Lonnie demanded. "I haven't got all day. Get your clothes off."
Without saying a word, I forced myself to move and stood up on my trembling legs. Glancing over at Steven, I saw that he had the camera focused on me and I felt the warmth of a blush spread across my face. I took a deep breath and slowly pulled my T- shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor at my feet. For some strange reason, I couldn't look Lonnie in the eye and simply studied the design in the carpet as I unhooked my belt. Remembering my shoes, I bent forward and untied the strings then gently kicked my shoes off each foot.
"Hurry it up, boy," Lonnie firmly said. "Get those pants down, now."
Still not looking directly at Lonnie, I unsnapped the top button of my jeans and forced the zipper down. The pants fell by themselves into a heap around my ankles and I just stood there feeling the cold breeze on my legs. Lonnie just stared at the front of my underwear, seeing for the first time my obvious state of excitement. Taking a deep breath, I slid my thumbs under the waist band and pushed my jockey's all the way down. After stepping out of the clothes around my feet, I stood silently in front of Lonnie with my _c_o_c_k_ pointing right at him.
"All right," he said. "Come over here. We've got some business to tend to, don't we?"
Summoning all my courage, I managed to take two steps toward him before freezing in place. I just couldn't make myself take another step.
"I said, COME HERE," Lonnie growled. Grabbing my wrist, he yanked hard and the next moment, I was splayed across both his legs with my hard _c_o_c_k_ jabbing him in the side. "You're going to get a spanking that you won't forget any time soon."
In my panic, I completely forgot about Steven and the camera and concentrated on bracing myself for a trip to hell. Lonnie draped one leg over mine to hold them down and used his free hand to push down hard in the middle of my back. I couldn't move and I knew that as strong as he was I wasn't going to break free either. All I could do was accept the punishment he was about to give me.
When the first blow landed on my bare ass, I just gasped as the pain shot up my back and into my brain. I let out a howl with the second swat and unsuccessfully tried with every bit of muscle I had to get away from him.
"Ahhhhhhh!" I yelled.
SMACK! SMACK!
Then I got angry, and for some reason was determined to take the spanking without making a lot of noise. "_d_a_m_n_ it," I thought to my self. "I'll show this asshole I'm not afraid of him."
SMACK! WHAP! SMACK!
Lonnie was true to his word and wasn't taking it the least bit easy on me. He slammed that brush down onto my ass over and over. But, I was even more determined not to break and cry out like a little boy.
WHACK! SMACK!
Tears streamed down my face and I had to clamp my teeth together to keep from yelling. This spanking made my first one seem like a walk in the park. My anger was the only thing keeping me from breaking down and wailing like a little boy.
After what seemed like forever, the swats abruptly stopped and Lonnie said, "Had enough, boy? Or do you need some more attention?"
Once again my anger flared and I screamed back at him, "_f_u_c_k_ you, asshole. You're not hurting me!"
"What'd you call me?" he growled. "I'll teach you some manners."
What I thought had been my worst spanking suddenly paled as the next round of swats began to rain down on my burning ass. This time he was really pissed and it showed with the strength he put behind the hair-brush. My ass erupted in flames as he vented his anger at me. His renewed assault on my poor butt finally broke me and I started wailing for him to stop. Then, from somewhere deep inside, I felt this pressure boiling up and suddenly I realized I was cumming.
Almost like he knew what had happened, Lonnie abruptly stopped spanking me and let me lay across hip lap to stop crying. The combination of the release from my orgasm and the afterglow of the spanking drained all the energy from my body and it felt good to just lay there. Like Steven, Lonnie gently rubbed my butt and let his fingers wander between my legs.
"Has anyone used this yet?" he said softly.
I'd only done something _s_e_x_ual with one other boy besides Steven and we never even touched each other. Naïve as I was about what two boy's could do with each other, I knew what Lonnie was asking. I'd heard too many boys at school talking about butt _f_u_c_k_ing each other not to know. I just shook my head and softly said, "No sir."
"Not even Steven?" He asked, sounding surprised. "No sir," I repeated. "Not even Steven."
"My, my," he said. "You are new at this aren't you?"
"Yes sir," I said, suddenly feeling a warm rush spread across my face.
"Wait a minute," Lonnie said, "Get up Mike."
He helped me to my feet and looked down at the large wet spot on the front of his pants. "What did you do?" He asked. "Did you pee on me?"
I just stood there looking at the spot and feeling rather stupid. Even though I'd just cum, my _c_o_c_k_ showed no signs of going soft. If anything, I was more excited now than I was before the spanking started.
"It's cum," he finally said, after smelling his fingers. "I can't believe it, he actually came all over me."
Steven quickly stopped the camera and bent down to get a closer look at the spot. He just started giggling after he realized that it was true. I'd shot my wad sometime during the spanking.
"Let's take a break while I go clean this mess up," Lonnie said, heading for the bathroom.
Steven just grinned at me and said, "I guess I don't have to ask if you liked the spanking, do I?"
"Guess not," I said with a little chuckle. "You weren't kidding about the way he spanks, were you?"
"Nope," he said. "Wait till you see what he does with me."
A few minutes later, Lonnie reappeared in the living room after using the hair dryer on his pants. I could still see the vague outline of the spot on his jeans, but it certainly looked better than it had before. Giving him this funny little smile, I said, "Sorry, I didn't know that was going to happen."
"Don't worry about it, Mike," he said. "That was the coolest thing I've ever seen."
The three of us had just made our way into the kitchen to get something to drink when we heard someone standing on a car horn out front.
"Oh _s_h_i_t_," Lonnie said. "It's my dad. I've got to go."
Steven and I just stared at Lonnie while he raced to gather his things. Looking up at both of us, his said, "That was really wild Mike. Too bad It's to bad that I won't be able to get you across my knee, Steve."
"I know," Steven said.
"Well, boy's," Lonnie said reaching the front door. "I've got to run. Have fun."
After the door closed and he was gone, Steven and I just looked at each other. Lonnie had left so abruptly that we didn't even have time to talk about the spanking or anything. Steven just shrugged his shoulder and headed back to the living room. Following him, I couldn't help but watch his butt jiggle with each step he took and my _c_o_c_k_ sprang back to attention.
Steven immediately went to the camera and started rewinding the tape. "It's really cool that we got all that on tape, huh?" He said, giving me this wide grin. "It sucks that he left before we could tape me getting it too."
"Yeah," I said. "I would have liked to have seen him spank you myself."
"Next time I guess," he said, giving me a wink. "I'm sure there will be other opportunities. He comes over all the time."
"Can't wait," I said, grinning back at him.
"He really gave it to you," Steven said. "After you called him an asshole and told him to get _f_u_c_k_ed, he really laid into you."
"You don't have to tell me about it," I said. "I was on the other end of it, remember?"
"Why'd you say that to him anyway?"
"Seemed like the thing to do at the time," I said. "I don't know why I said it. But, I do know that it pissed him off."
"Would you let him spank you again?" Steven asked, sounding real serious.
"Sure," I answered. "If he can get me to cum again by doing it, I'd let him."
Steven just grinned back at me and said, "I've never seen anyone do that before."
"Let me ask you something," I said. "And tell me the truth, OK?"
"Ask away,"
"What was with Lonnie asking me if you'd ever used my butt?" I said bluntly. "Why would he think that?"
"I don't know," Steven answered. "I guess he assumed we'd done that because a lot of guy's do."
"Have you ever done that?" I pressed, wanting to understand.
"No," he said. "Never had the chance. Might be fun though."
"You want to do something like that?" I said, sounding surprised.
"Why not," he explained. "Gets boring jacking off all the time. Might be fun to try other things."
"Like what things?" I said, gently sitting down next to him. "What would you like to do if you could?"
"You know," he said, with a nervous giggle. "Sucking and _f_u_c_k_ing, that sort of thing."
I just let the information run around in my head for moment and didn't saying anything.
"Why are you asking about it?" he said. "Do you want to try those things too?"
"To be honest," I said. "I've thought a lot about _s_e_x_ with other guys, but I never really got into what we'd do together."
"Would you like to do something?" he said, looking back at me.
"I don't know," I said honestly. "Like what?"
Steven thought for a moment then said in a low voice, "well, you seemed to like having my fingers inside you. I could try it with my dick."
It was true that I like the way it felt when his fingers were inside me, probing around. But his dick was another thing. "Wouldn't that hurt," I asked. "Your dick is a lot bigger than your finger."
"Yeah, it's a lot bigger," he said, grinning. "I've heard that you need to use something to make it real slick so it will go in easier."
Again, I just sat there looking at him without saying a word. My mind was racing trying to process everything we'd said.
"Want to do it?" he said.
"Do you?" I asked, wanting to make certain.
"Yeah."
"Well," I said, not wanting to sound too eager. "If you let me do it to you too."
"Deal," he said, grinning from ear to ear. "Let's go up to my bedroom."
A few minutes later I was laying on his bed, stomach side down and freshly spanked ass in the air, watching him smear Vaseline all over his hard _c_o_c_k_.
"I've always wanted to do this," he said, getting into position between my legs.
"Just be careful," I insisted, feeling the tip of his _c_o_c_k_ touch the tiny opening. "Go slow and easy, OK?"
"Just tell me if it hurts and I'll stop for a while." He said, giving a little push forward with his hips.
Slowly I relaxed and felt the tip force its way into me. He'd just gotten the head of his _c_o_c_k_ past the opening when I felt this terrible pain shoot through me. Before I could tell him to stop, he gave another little push and he buried his _c_o_c_k_ all the way into me. It felt like I'd been split wide open, but he held it firmly in lace and just laid there without moving.
"Just relax," he whispered in my ear. "Relax your butt muscles."
Taking a deep breath, I concentrated on relaxing and the pain quickly started to subside. After a few more moments the pain was almost gone and I could actually feel the hair at the base of his _c_o_c_k_ tickling my sore skin. "Ok," I said, "Go ahead, the pain has gone away."
Ever so slowly he started working his _c_o_c_k_ a little way out before pushing it back into me. Within a minute or so, he was pumping away like crazy. The pain had been replaced with a feeling I can't quite describe, but it felt great and I just laid there as he plowed into me again and again. I sensed his body tighten up and I guessed he was about ready to boil over. Just then, he jammed his _c_o_c_k_ as deep into me as he could and I felt his _c_o_c_k_ start throbbing as he unloaded his seed into my bowels.
"Holy _f_u_c_k_," he whispered into my ear. "That was wonderful."
We laid like that for a few minutes until he got his breathing under control and slowly pulled out of me. I was left with an intense empty feeling and didn't move.
"That was great," Steven said, grinning down at me. "We should have been doing that all along."
I slowly got to my feet before saying, "That really felt different. Good, but different."
"It didn't hurt did it?" he asked, gently rubbing my butt with his hand.
"At first it hurt a lot," I explained. "But once I relaxed and got used to it, everything felt great. Especially when you came."
"I really want to do that again," he said, giving me this evil grin.
"Some other day," I said. "I don't think I can do any more today. I'm exhausted."
"How about tomorrow?" He said. "My parents will be gone again if you want to come over."
"OK," I eagerly said. "Tomorrow will be great."
"Remember," he said. "You still get to spank me."
"I know," I said with a grin. "And after that, I'm going to give you something else."