Larry continued to do well in school but watched his behaviour and grades carefully. In public we were like father and son, but at home he was more natural. I encouraged him in swimming competition and in the gym -- in both he excelled! He was more relaxed these days, lounging around the house in a pair of black nylon jogging shorts cut far up his thigh in a most intriguing way, his white cotton briefs (in which he looked extremely enticing), a white jock that always bulged nicely, or on rare occasions I'd return home to find him asleep on the couch in just nothing at all. Now frequently, and sometimes with no warning, Larry found himself up over my knee, jeans clumped down around his legs. I was never brutal, but I was always sound in disciplining him with my hand, one of the oak paddles he had made, or when he really needed it with my small leather strap. He never argued. He now knew better. Instead, as soon as I said, he would unbuckle his belt, drop his jeans or pull down his briefs as I would direct, and lay himself exposed over my lap. He knew to obey now and he knew the consequences of being judged too slow in doing it!
No one outside our house knew I used corporal punishment, except Don and Paul, of course. Once, however, one of his swim team members had dropped over unexpectedly while I was spanking him upstairs in his bedroom and later asked what had gone on and why his ass was so red when they changed into their suits at the pool? Larry said he'd laughed and said he had a father who believed in corporal punishment and that was just the way it was. The boy had been amazed but had said nothing further, at least to him. Slowly though, I hunched, some of them began to know why his grades were going up these days, but that's just not the kind of thing you talk about in a small town, especially if your own Dad might catch wind of it.
Although some might think I was too hard on him, I didn't agree. The results showed themselves in his grades now, his sports' attainments, and his new desire to enter community college next fall. My methods always focused on his tail for any failures. He knew he could count on it. He got tutored and helped nightly. And, when he needed it, he got his bare tail tanned adequately enough that he'd remember it the next day as he sat in class in those tight jeans he favoured. That was just the way it was.
I'd had a couple of letters from Aaron and a few phone calls. The most disturbing had come late two nights ago. He had been concerned saying he was terrified she was going to pierce his pec with a gold ring Saturday night and had threatened to put another one right under his balls as well. Two gold rings! He begged me to help him talk her out of it. His modelling career was taking off and he didn't want rings to explaining, but he was even more terrified of the pain! What should he do? She wanted to mark him as hers.
Hell, all I could tell him was he was hers, so lay back and enjoy it. It was her decision. Hearing that he burst into tears and talked at length. Still, there was nothing I could do even though he begged me to call her. I wouldn't even try. He belonged to her, not to me. I had heard rings increase _s_e_x_ual pleasure and who knows, he may look even more exotic and _s_e_x_y with them! He knew he was an attractive stud, so relax and enjoy the pleasures she brought his way, I had said. He hadn't liked that night she left him first with a man either, had he. No, he admitted that. But he had grown to welcome even that small whip when I used it on him. Yes, he admitted that now. She must want him to be ringed, so that's that. He had just cried more on the phone. I wasn't convincing him but he knew I would never do it to him. Still, I could not, I would not interfere period!
His phone calls were increasing. I didn't know whether she knew it or not, but Hell, if he had been my boy and had been talking like that about everything and the details and all, I'd have whipped his ass but good and put a stop to it. When I told him that one night, he only said something to the effect that maybe that's what he needed, but I wasn't real clear about his meaning.
Don continued to ask me to bring Larry over. I continued to say "no." Paul and I were still active, but not with Larry. And the huge older man from brunch and I had spoken by phone a few times. He was coming over from the island with Tom on Saturday and we had agreed to meet for lunch. Always he asked the same stupid questions: Larry's grades and my tutoring. I always gave him the same answers: review all work nightly and punish him on the spot for any errors, small or not. It was simple! No big deal. Larry would join lunch. He knew Tom was also in high school.
Lunch had been pleasant and simple at a local joint by the pier. Larry and Tom hit it off and were talking about all kinds of stuff. Tom was interested in Larry's swim team. At the same time, the older man -- whose name was Harry -- and I were talking.
Harry, well. . . he was just Harry. Overweight, grey hair, mostly unshaven, pipe always in hand, puffing either on it or just from the strain of moving his huge frame. He seems to have a heart of gold, but he was nothing to write home about in the intellectual annals.
Tom, in Harry's presence, was a study in contrasts. Tom was very young looking and certainly more immature that Larry although they were about the same age. Tom had unruly blond hair, but hadn't needed to shave yet. He was about 5'8", thin, _c_o_c_k_y, with huge blue eyes and a more baby face. His cloths were more sloppy, "oversized" he called them; but I knew from having watched Harry spank him at Don's that afternoon that Tom had a nice body with a tight little ass. He had that cute teenage look about him and he knew how to play it to his advantage.
We talked about schools, spots, everything.
"So, Larry," Harry had asked. "I understand your grades are quite good now? You're doing fine?"
"Yea, this period I'll have all A's and B's." He said proudly.
"But they didn't used to be that good?"
"Heck no. When I lived with my real father, D's were it," he admitted. "I didn't like studying." Tom was listening, as was I.
Harry pressed. "What's made the difference now?"
Larry looked quickly at me. I nodded but he still remained silent at the table for a few minutes.
"Ah. . ." He turned scarlet now, "my old man left and I came here. I. . . ah, it was the best thing that ever happened to me. Well, Cal, he helps me with my homework every night, goes over all my papers, reports, tests, grades and everything. And he really takes a lot of time helping me every night and on the weekends, but. . ." he looked at me again, then down at the table and continued, "ah, Cal, well, ah, Cal makes me learn. That's all."
Tom was paying attention to what Larry was saying.
Harry spoke, "What do you mean 'makes you learn'?"
"Ah, well." Larry was embarrassed talking in front of strangers and especially in front of Tom who was about his own age. "Ah, like it's hard to explain, but well, ah. . . Oh, what the heck, whenever I make a mistake, Cal whips my ass and for sure I do my best to avoid that!" Now he really was red and looking away to cover his embarrassment.
Tom's eyes widened in amazement. "Really!"
I smiled as did Harry.
"That's all it took?" Harry seemed unable to believe it.
"Well, actually he spends a lot of time helping me and showing me how to study and everything, but, ah, yea, when I make a mistake or a paper isn't good enough or when he's through explaining it and I still don't get it, I get it right on my ass! And believe me, when he whips your ass, you learn real fast never to repeat that mistake. At first I resented it 'cause like my old man use to bend me over his work bench and use the strap on me all the time, but here it's different and you gott'a believe, my grades got better real quickly." He was talking openly now and seemed less embarrassed. "Like with my old man, he used to take me out to his shed, make me take off my cloths and strap my ass all the time no matter who was around like and all, but with Cal it's different. I always know what I've done wrong. He takes time to make sure I understand. But he still paddles me to make it sink in. I guess it sounds odd, but it worked! Check out my report card sometime?"
Harry spoke again. "Sounds too good to be true. I mean, Tom gets his ass paddled too, but usually just on Saturday evenings after we talk about all that's happened during the week, and his school work, and things but his grades haven't gone up none."
"Really?" Larry asked to Tom. "You get spanked too?"
Tom was embarrassed and red now, but he managed to get out an answer. "Yea, like sometimes Harry makes me take one, but I keep telling him I'm too old for that kid stuff. Don't do not good. "
Larry laughed. "Really? What makes you think that?"
"It don't, that's all." Tom replied.
Larry became the authority now. "Bull. Maybe your problem is Harry doesn't give it to you often enough, or maybe not hard enough either. You get it on your bare ass too?"
Tom was scarlet, but he replied. "Ah, sometimes."
"Sometimes?" Larry spoke in disbelief! "Heck, in our house it's always on my bare ass. Not just once a week either!"
"Really?" Tom seemed surprised.
Harry broke it, "You really think that's why your grades are up?"
"Ah, yea," Larry spoke, "but, Mr. Thompson, it sounds like you got to help Tom more and like, maybe you aren't spanking him enough. . ." he looked at Tom, smiling, "or hard enough either."
"Hey!" Tom flushed again. Harry and I laughed.
"If you want to see his grades, you're welcome to back at the house later." I interjected.
"I'd like that. Who knows? Maybe Larry's right." Harry said.
"I doubt it." Tom chimed in with his two cents worth. "Sounds stupid to me." He got up to leave.
The difference between the two teenage boys was apparent. Larry was tall, handsome, well built, well dressed, open and confident. Tom was small, shy and unsure of himself and his world.
I gave Harry the address before we went our own ways with the promise to meet at the house later. Larry and I had weekly grocery shopping to do. Tom needed to buy boots.
Hours later, Tom and Harry arrived. Larry let them in but then Tom and he went off somewhere. Harry started asking questions about what Larry had said earlier. Then, he broached the subject of whether I might go over some of Tom's homework with him while he watched. I laughed, "only if it's 100% clear if I correct him, you'll not interfere!"
"Ah, what do you mean?"
"Well, if you want to see how I do it with Larry, I'll show you, but you have to first agree that if Tom makes a mistake his pants come down and I'll burn his ass. Same as I do with Larry. Seems to me Tom's problem is he doesn't take you or responsibility seriously. If that's the case at his age then you've got to first break him down, get his attention, and the best way I know to do that is to whip him soundly until he's sure you're serious. Then, after that, build him up slowly and help him every step of the way. Same as breaking in a wild horse. It doesn't sound like you've done that."
Harry seemed sober. "Well, maybe not. I do paddle him. Remember you watched me spank him at Don's."
"Hell, that was just a warm up in my book!" I shook my head.
"Well, maybe"
"No maybe's about it. Tom knows he can cry a bit, squirm around a bit, maybe plead a bit and you'll melt. He's controlling you. That day you hardly dusted his ass. You got to get his attention, really paddle him until he knows he can't control you, can't stop you and that means you got to whip his ass hard and ignore all those cute tears and promises. Put some fear into the boy so he knows you'll yank his pants down and paddle his ass hard if he screws up anywhere and at any time. And do it. Let him fear your authority and know you're through putting up with stuff. If he knows you really will yank his pants down anytime, he'll take you more seriously. But then when he messes up you got to give it to him immediately and hard and quick. Let him cry, let him scream. Hell, you don't care. He'll thank you for it someday. And if you find yourself tiring, hell, use a paddle. Make him make a small one for you that you can carry in your pocket. Then carry it around with you so he knows he can't get away with anything and don't be afraid to use it on him. Just pull of to the side of the road if you're driving or take him into the men's room if your out. Nothing like it! Hell, at the moment, you got a cute little kid that's taking advantage of you. He's not afraid of your spanking him. Those Saturday nights are a minor inconvenience to him. You got to instil some real fear and motivation in that boy. Sounds to me like you've never really whipped him so why shouldn't he consider you anything but a meal ticket? And, Hell, he's got a cute little ass on him so why not use it to set him straight? Then watch how fast he improves."
"You may be right," Harry was thinking, listening.
"You're _d_a_m_n_ed right I am. Look at Larry. Watch how careful he is. Or if you really want to see something, come over sometime when he's due for a paddling and watch me strip him down and teach him a lesson. I've never used a paddle on him in front of anyone before, but there's always a first time."
"You don't think he'd object?" Harry still hadn't got it.
"Object, Hell." I was amazed. "If he ever tried, I'd string him up and use a horse whip on him. And he knows it. No way. Larry's a super guy with a super body, more youthful than Aaron who you saw get it at Don's, and he knows I don't put up with any crap. Larry get his ass spanked all the time and knows the value of discipline. He's got a solid, long body, and an ass that just seems to beg for it once his pants have been pulled down and he's over my lap. He gets it real long and hard. I enjoy whipping the boy. Hell, if you want to see, I'll whip him later before you go home. There's always some reason why a kid that ages needs toned up. I'll probably whip him tonight anyway, whether you're here or not doesn't matter. I made a mistake when he first came to live here and didn't whip him for awhile. But, we were talking about Tom."
"Right. OK," he said. "You're probably right, I've never whipped Tom like you're talking. Maybe partly because I'm a lot older than you and can't control him as I could have done when I was younger, if he fights me. But, Tom has his English homework in his backpack. Take him through it, and, well, if he needs it, go ahead and give it to him with my blessing. I'll just watch."
Harry was silent.
"Deal." Harry put out his hand.
About an hour later, Tom and Larry returned. They'd gone down to the video games parlour. Tom flashed me his _s_e_x_y smile when he walked in. He did look cute and had that baby attitude, as I looked him over now with something more in mind! He might made a good boy for someone after all. I watched him -- how he walked and stood with arrogance of a teenager that showed even in the way he talked -- and I wondered just how he'd respond if I took those jeans away from him, spanked his little ass, and forced him to walk around the house with it bare, red and on display? I'd seen his cute little ass dragged naked over Harry's lap the other Saturday, but I wondered how he might respond if he knew it was not Harry, but me, that was going to spank him, and spank him for real? Was his attitude for real or was he really just asking for someone to call him on it and paddle his little butt? Might actually be fun to strip him down all the way and really give it to him. I kept watching him, studying him as he and Larry were talking and playing some video games on the floor in the living room. He didn't have the developed body or maturity Larry did, but it could be fun to break down this younger boy. But I knew if I decided to break him, I'd have to do it completely and with enough force that the pain would cause him to give up his attitude and accept the fact that someone else was now going to be in charge of his ass! At least for tonight, that is. Might be fun?
"OK, guys," I took the lead. "Harry would like to see how I help Larry with his homework. So, Tom, go get your backpack out of the car and bring me your English book."
Tom looked shocked. Larry smiled and said, "Come on, Tom, I'll go with you to get it."
"Ah, I don't know if I want. . ." Tom replied.
"Get it, Tom!" Harry was firm.
A few minutes later they returned. Tom's book in his hand. Larry and Harry sat around the kitchen table on which I had taken Tom's book and opened it. Larry got a yellow pad and pencil for Tom. A green pen for me!
"OK, Tom." I began "I know you don't know me, but I'll try to help you. We're going to go over the homework you're doing for Monday morning and we're going to go over it carefully. Do you understand?"
"Yea." Tom, as small as he was, seemed scared but he was listening very carefully at what I was saying and looking at me.
"And I'm going to explain things clearly. Then, you're going to do it yourself, and if you haven't listened carefully enough and can't do it, I'll explain it only once more, but I want you to pay real good attention 'cause if you still can't do it. . . then I'm going to take down your pants, pull you across my lap, and spank your ass. . .."
"I have to take down my pants?!?" Tom exclaimed.
"Tom! You heard him!" Harry interjected.
"That's right! And they'll stay down and I'm going to spank you and test you until you got the whole lesson right. Is that clear?"
"Larry, is that what he does to you?" Tom cried out.
"Yes." Larry replied simply.
"Is that clear?" I repeated.
"_s_h_i_t_! Yes, yes, it's clear, but not too hard."
"It will be hard. So if you want to cry, or scream, be my guest. No one can hear you."
"Harry!" He begged. "Do I have to play this guy's little game? This is stupid! You don't teach English this way."
"You heard him." Harry replied. "Or would you prefer I just strap you with my belt right now?" He reached for the big black leather belt holding up his jeans and yanked it off his pants doubling it up in his hand. "You've been acting too uppity today."
"Ah, come on!" Tom stamped his foot down hard.
Harry got impatient. "Grab him for me, will yak, Larry. Tom's asking for a good one."
Larry moved toward him, and Tom realised his situation.
"OK, OK. I'll do the English." Tom looked defeated.
Too bad, I thought to myself, that could have been interesting to watch even though I'd prefer to give it to him myself!
Tom was sweating now. He was such a tiny cute guy anyway, with his hair tousled partly over his eyes, and in his levi jacket he looked just like another kid who had yet to grow up. He'd probably be handsome some day soon. Now he was just a tiny and arrogant kid, but one whose ass I was going to spank . . .soon.
"Take your jacket off, Tom." I said. "Time we get started." I was getting anxious to see how he would do and how _c_o_c_k_y he would be once I got his pants down and his cute little buns over my lap. Here really was a young lad who had never been broken before. I was actually looking forward to doing it for him!
Tom did and hung it on the back of his chair.
We went through his English assignment paragraph by paragraph, spending about a hour on this sitting there at the kitchen table. I explained and re-explained. He seemed to be paying attention, but he was also looking around now and then. Tom finally said he understood. Then we went to his homework and corrected his mistakes one by one. I carefully explained things again. I couldn't tell how closely he was paying attention. Then we got closer to the moment of truth.
"OK, Tom." I said, "Now you explain this subjunctive case example to me. Why is it subjunctive?" He did an OK job.
"Test time."
"No problem." He was confident, maybe _c_o_c_k_y.
The third question he missed. I explained it again, but he missed it again in my next example. Bingo!
"OK, Tom. Time we add some reinforcement. You're not paying enough attention." I said pushing my chair back from the table. "Come here."
"Unbuckle your belt and drop those jeans, Tom."
"_s_h_i_t_, this is silly. To hell with you." he suddenly screamed. But Larry was on him in a moment, pinning his arms behind his back and holding him while he struggled and tried to kick. I unbuckled his belt, pulled it out and dropped it to the floor. Then I unbuttoned his jeans myself, yanking them down.
"NO! NO! You can't do this! Stop it!"
His thin body was protected by his T-shirt and a very worn pair of cotton Jockeys. As he struggled, it was obvious he was not as developed at Larry -- he wasn't developed at all -- and showed almost no basket now. At least the stomach muscles appearing between his raised T and those shorts showed almost no hair. His skin was pure white. I grabbed his arms from Larry and flung his ass over my lap. Although he was still struggling, he was no match for my strength.
"Settle down, Boy. I'm warning you, Tom! If you don't settle down, you're going to get more than you bargained for." He didn't. He was struggling too much, so I ripped his briefs completely off, while he protested and yelled. Now his tiny little ass was naked and exposed. He was wiggling it frantically, flaying his feet in the air, trying to protect it. It was real small, but it was tightly packed, round and firm. He was clenching it tightly, still struggling, fighting me the best he could. I just let him, while I enjoyed watching it squirm over my lap. He knew I was going to spank it. I was going to enjoy this. Nothing better than to spank a kid who is really fighting and resisting - a kid who really doesn't want it! I watched his ass flinging around over my lap. Then I wrapped my one leg over his back, forcing his ass up even higher and more exposed than it would have needed to be. He was still now. Still that is until I explored it, forcing it open with my fingers. It was tight. His balls were small but firm and his _c_o_c_k_ was hanging down. If he had had anyone finger him before, he certain didn't want me doing it. I didn't care. Then I unexpectedly brought my right hand down as hard as I could on his bare cheeks.
Tom screamed. My hand print appeared a second later.
Again and again I slapped his frantically moving ass. I was getting into it now. Tom was screaming and wouldn't stop struggling while I spanked him again and again and again. Punishing him. Enjoying it and the challenge of breaking the boy.
He continued screaming struggling. He wouldn't settle down.
"Go get me the paddle, Larry. Right away!" I ask him.
"Which one?" Larry jumped up and asked.
"You have more than one?" Harry seemed amazed.
"The smallest one." I said to Larry who produced it in short order. It was the one that would bring Tom around in short order and have his ass dancing over my lap in no time. I continued to hold Tom tightly while he struggled until Larry brought the small wooden paddle back and gave it to me.
"OK, Tom. Now look at this!" I held the paddle in front of his face. "You're going to get it and get it hard, until you settle down. Then, we'll continue. Understand?"
"NO! You Bastard. . ........ Oueeeeeeeeh!"
I brought the wooden paddle down hard on the underside of his buns. It was a very hard smack and Tom felt it for sure. He screamed but it was followed again and again by more slaps. His ass started to bruise. It was very red. He was screaming, crying, struggling, but then the paddling he was getting finally got to him. He collapsed in tears, sobbing over my lap. I continued to paddle him hard! He was a small boy, but he needed this. I pulled his cheeks and legs apart Larry was sitting there smiling. Harry looked horrified. Tom continued to have his ass paddled there in the kitchen.
"Oh, God! OH GOD PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE STOP. I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT BUT PLEASE OH GOD PLEASE STOP!"
I didn't. "Raise that ass up, Tom!" Was my only reply.
That paddle was extremely effective, especially when applied to the tender undersides of a boy's bare ass. I forced his legs apart and continued to paddle him right where it would impress him the most. His ass was very red now - everywhere! He was sobbing out of control.
I grabbed him by the hair and forced his face around to look at me. His eyes were flowing with tears and very red. I held the paddle near his face.
"Now, Tom. You see what you're going to get when you don't answer correctly and politely? I want no more guff from you, my Boy. Do you understand me?"
"OK, OK. I promise. Please, please, please. I promise."
Tom was broken.
Larry brought the book around and held it where he could see it while still held his bare ass up and over my lap. I explained it all over again, rubbing his ass with the paddle and my hand as I did so. Then I questioned him again. Surprise, surprise! His answers got better. He was still sobbing, but I had his full attention and his answers were now the correct ones, his explanation were fine.
Occasionally he still missed one. And when he did, immediately, I'd use my hand on his ass several times, then he'd cry it all out, and I'd start all over again. His ass was very hot, very red, and very sore when I got toward the end of the lesson.
"OK, Tom. You're getting the hang of it. Now explain the whole chapter to me."
He did in major detail. I was impressed.
"Good! You're getting there." My hand was cupping his ass, he had given up struggling, he knew I would whip him anytime I wanted now. "If you hadn't fought me at first, you'd be done now."
"OH. . . please. What do you mean?" He cried
"But since you choose to fight it, You've earned yourself a spanking, Tom, and a good long one. . .."
"Oh, no, please no more."
". . . and I want you to remember this whenever you think you can resist me or even Harry in the future. Because if you ever do that again, I've got a little whip that I use on Larry that he can tell you is much worse than anything you've ever felt so far."
"Oh, no. . . No, please, no." Tom pleaded.
Larry added, "That's right, Tom. Don't push him. Believe me, his whip's hell. I know, he used it on me! Believe me, Tom."
Tom's whole body was shaking as he continued sobbing.
"OK, Tom, now settle down." I said. "Do you understand why you've earned this spanking by resisting me?"
"Yes, Sir, but pleeeese. . .it won't ever happen again." He was begging through his tears.
"Do you understand you brought this on yourself? Do you understand that, Tom?"
"Yes, Sir, by fighting you. . . but I'm very sorry, Sir."
"I'm sure you are now, but do you understand why I have to spank you for it now?"
"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry so, but, yes, I understand why but please, oh, pleaseeeee. . . don't do it to me. No more, please!"
"You deserve it, Tom?"
"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir, but I deserve it, Sir."
"Raise your ass up higher, Tom!" He did. It was very red, but now still, open to me. It looked good! I held it, fingered him a bit. Now he was still, accepting it. "Tell me more, Tom."
"OK. I will. Sir, please give me a good spanking, Sir, for fighting with you, so I won't ever forget and do it again Sir."
"More, Tom! And raise it higher, Tom!" I spoke sternly but he pushed it up, opening it more. Harry looked shocked at what he was witnessing, what he was hearing. His cheeks radiated head against my palm, I was fingering him, but he was only moving slowly over my lap.
"Cal. I really am very, very sorry for struggling against you when you were trying to help me. It won't ever happen again, Cal. I promise you. It will never happen again, Cal, but please, Sir, I know I deserve a spanking because of it. It's up to you, but please Call, I need you, yes, I want you to spank me hard, or to paddle me hard, whatever you want, Cal, but, please, Cal, please, please, please, spank me and make sure I never make that mistake again. I know I deserve it."
And I did. Long, hard, intimately, just my right hand against his bare ass. He cried. It was hard, brutal, and long. All else in the room was silent. When I finished I hugged him and let him finish crying himself out. Then we went back to the homework. He knew it.
Harry made himself a drink and was silent for the longest time. Finally, Larry and Tom went out of the room. Larry's arm around Tom's shoulders. He was going to help Tom with the shower. He was telling him it wasn't so bad. After all, he's felt it!
"That was unbelievable!" Harry spoke, shaking his head. "I couldn't believe the transformation in his attitude during all of that, but will it continue?"
"You'd be amazed!" I said. "Look at Larry! But, if it doesn't just bring him back."
Harry laughed. "I will, but I'm also going to do a things different." He smiled broadly now and I knew what he meant.
Larry and Tom went out later and got some steaks. We started a barbecue. Tom recovered quickly and friendships were formed. They left later that night, just in time for the last ferry to their Island. Tom hugged me at the door.
"I hope you don't feel I was too hard on you earlier," I said to him.
He blushed. "No," He said, "It's just no one ever spoke to me like that before and certainly no one ever spanked me that way." He smiled. "Actually, though, I do feel more prepared tomorrow with my English homework. I certainly understand the subjunctive tense now."
I swatted at his ass. "So, Maybe it wasn't so bad after all?"
"I feel good now, really, but I've got a feeling I'll be seeing you both again." He winked at Larry.
Harry just smiled. I knew Tom would be getting it at home from now on - and getting it the right way! I had a hunch Tom knew it too! But what Tom didn't know was I had made Harry promise to strip Tom down when they got home and paddle his ass good just to make sure Tom knew Harry wasn't going to put up with anything further. After all, I'd enjoyed Tom's ass, so there was no reason Harry shouldn't as well. Either way, I knew Tom would be sleeping on his stomach for a few nights.
Larry became pensive after they left. When I walked into the living room he was just sitting there, staring blankly at the TV, his math book open on his lap.
"What 'yak thinking about, Larry?"
"Huh? Ah, I don't know. I guess I was thinking about Tom. When you weren't around he told me about what his life was like on the streets in San Francisco after his old man kicked him out. I mean like, I couldn't believe half the things he told me he went through were true. Drugs, pimps, nothing to eat, sleeping on the street. It sounded awful." He looked up.
"No one ever said life was easy." I added.
"I know, but I was thinking like about what would have happened to me when my old man couldn't take me with him when he left? Would I have had a life like that?"
"Ah, that's kind of hard to say, Larry."
"Anyway, I guess I was just really thinking how lucky I am that you were willing to take me in. Sure, you're hard on me and all, but I guess maybe I really should thank you!" He extended his right hand toward me. I shook it. Then he threw his arms around me and started crying.
"Whoooo! What yak crying about now?"
"I'm just happy, that's all. I told Tom how lucky he is that Harry came along and offered to take him in too. Tom's not so sure, but I am. Hell, for the first time in my life I can actually see myself going to college somewhere and making something out of myself."
It had been a long day, but somehow I too felt really good. I turned in early, thinking about what was happening at Harry's house at just about that time. (To be continued. . ..)