Brad got up at his usual time in the morning. It was eight-o-clock and sunlight streamed through the windows. Brad loitered in his bed for a few minutes. He didn't have to go anywhere seeing as it was Saturday. Suddenly, he threw back his covers and let the warm wind stream past his twelve-year old body. He was only wearing a t-shirt and white cotton briefs. There was a light rap at the door and his mother called in, "Brad, are you up yet?" Brad answered in the affirmative and his mother left. He slowly pulled himself from the bed and went to a mirror where he studies his slender, yet muscular frame. His tight little body was well tanned and he had a very cute face. Without adding anything more to his attire, he left the room and bounded down the stairs. His mother was in the kitchen making breakfast. He slid into one fo the wooden seats and waited for the pancakes to be finished. Today was his twelfth birthday, and he was quite excited.
His mother turned around and gave him a little kiss. His father had left them a few years ago, so they were together. She set breakfast on the table and left him alone.
Once his mother had left, he devoured the pancakes and then picked up the phone. His mother had told him that he could invite a friend over. So he called Michael on the telephone. Mike's mother said it was okay and they decided on a sleep over.
PART TWO
Michael arrived on time later that day. Brad still hadn't changed, but this didn't cause nary a look from Michael. Michael always assumed that Brad would end up as a nudist.
"Let's go upstairs," Brad said.
"Sure."
So the two of them went up to Brad's bedroom and sat on the foot of his bed. Michael drew his arm across his forehead and wiped the sweat that had formed.
"Whew. It's hot." Michael said. Brad agreed.
Michael pulled off his t-shirt and lied down on the bed. Brad secretly watched as his friend closed his eyes. It was late in the afternoon and his mother had gone out to get stuff for supper. She wouldn't be back for quite a while. Michael than pulled at his khakis stating that he couldn't get comfortable.
"Stretch out, make yourself at home." Brad said.
So Michael pulled off his pants and lied down on the bed in just his underwear. It was white cotton briefs with B. V.D written across the elastic band. Brad ran his hand down Michael's chest, and Michael giggled. They had done this before. Bt before Brad could get to the seam of Michael's briefs, he pulled away. He pulled them off himself and moved over to Brad.
Brad watched as Michael pulled down his briefs. They were now both completely nude. Michael placed his mouth around Brad's penis and started to stroke it with his tongue.
Doing this they didn't hear Brad's mother come into the house. She went right upstairs and opened the door without knocking. What a surprise! Brad jumped up and grabbed his briefs. He pulled them on. Michael just stared in shock.
"What are you two doing?" She cried outraged.
"Playin' around." Brad said quickly.
His mother ordered them downstairs and left the room. Michael quickly pulled on his underpants and t-shirt. Brad pulled on his t-shirt and they went downstairs.
His mother was waiting in the living room with a arm-less chair. She called Brad over to her. She sat down and pulled brad over her knees. She took a paddle that she was secretly holding and rubbed it on Brad's underwear-clad bottom.
"No!" Cried Brad.
"Naughty boys deserve a spanking on their little bums." She said.
With that she raised the paddle and brought it down on his little bottom. It made contact and Brad let out a startled cry. She paddled him about ten more times and tears started to fall from Brad's eyes. He gasped when she pulled off his briefs and they landed in a heap on the floor.
TO BE CONTINUED...