This is the 6th installment of 26
We lounged in the water like that for awhile, my arms wrapped around him, my hands palming his stomach and chest. I moved my thumbs to rub across his nipples, noticing they were quite hard, and also not identical. The right one seemed to protrude further than the left, and also seemed more sensitive. I alternated lightly pinching them, and each time I touched the right one, his breath indicated some effect. I boldly tweeked the left one and then gave the right one a slightly harder pinch, and he groaned aloud.
"That hurt, son?" I inquired, as I raised my hand and cupped the right pec in my palm, capturing the nipple between my fingers and lightly milking it.
"Not exactly, it's just sorta sensitive, the right one is," he answered. "Rule number one, boy!" I growled into his ear as I pinched booth nipples harder.
"YESSIR, I mean NOSIR," he nearly yelled as he pushed back against me trying to escape my fingers.
"That's better, son. I would suggest you try to remember that rule if you intend to be able to sit anytime soon," I said as I reached out with my right hand to the rail of the ladder to prevent his push from backing us into the middle of the pool. As I dropped my left hand down his belly and around to his hip to steady him and keep him from sliding sideways from my grip, my hand brushed against his _c_o_c_k_, standing hard at attention.
I pulled closer to the ladder and slid my left foot between his and raised my leg until it came to rest between his cheeks. I then moved my hand to his groin, and wrapped my hand around his _c_o_c_k_ at the base as I lifted my leg onto the bottom step of the ladder. I used my leverage on his _c_o_c_k_ to steady him into a straddled sitting position on my leg, sliding him back until his right cheek was against my own arousing rod. The loose fabric of his shorts was wrapping around my _c_o_c_k_, and as it attempted to rise in it's stiffness was bound against the bottom of his cheek. I felt it pulse up against him, and I knew he felt it too.
I pulled up on his hard _c_o_c_k_ and bounced him on my leg in order to free my swolen dick from its confines. As he settled back down, my _c_o_c_k_ slid up along his thigh. I reached up with my right hand and pinched his right nipple hard, and his _c_o_c_k_ jumped and throbbed in my hand as he graoned again. He pushed back, and before I could grab the ladder, we both fell back into the water. I released him and stood up, as he was coming back up on his feet. I reached under the water and removed my shorts, having difficulty getting my hard _c_o_c_k_ which was protruding through the fly to release it's hold on the wet fabric.
He turned to see me grimace as I tugged, and he laughed aloud. I got them off, and as I brought them out of the water, I slapped them over his head. He jumped back sputtering and laughing.
"Go hang those over there on that fence in the sun, and hang yours next to 'em," I ordered. As he stepped onto the ladder he reached back, raised one foot and stepped out of his ripped shorts. I moved behind him and just as he raised his leg to step out of them, I popped his ass solidly with my palm. He nearly fell off the ladder as he jumped. "RULES, BOY!" I yelled.
"YESSIR, I forgot. _d_a_m_n_, YESIR!" he said as he scurried up the ladder, his shorts dragging from one ankle.
I smiled as I thought to myself, "Boys, as individual as they are, are more alike than they are different." I lit a cigarette and climbed onto the innertube, letting my ass hang down in the center as I watched him meticulously hang the shorts on the fence, spreading them out evenly so they'd dry.
"May I take a leak, Cowboy?" he asked.
"Son," I answered, as straightfaced and serious as possible, "if you need to piss, you go right ahead and do it, but if you're leakin', maybe you need to pay a visit to the clinic."
I watched intently as he took a stance, feet planted firmly nearly three feet apart, knees bent slightly. He clasped his hands together behind his head and arched his back as he stretched. He was angled slightly away from me, so I could not see his dick, but his butt cheeks protruded out invitingly. I saw a stream of urine begin to flow onto the ground several feet in front of him and knew his _c_o_c_k_ was still semi-erect. His butt cheeks clinched tightly, muscles flexed. "May I fart, sir?" he asked, never looking in my direction, but instead, looking down at his urine flow.
"Yep, but I wanna hear it, boy, so make it loud!" I commanded. "YESSIR, Cowboy SIR!" he answered almost in a military fashion, and his cheeks clinched tight as he tensed his whole body, stopped the flow of urine momentarily, and let one roll so loudly that it sounded like a flag flapping in a hurricane. We both laughed out loud, and his urine began to flow again.
He reached down with both hands, and stroked and milked the last few drops of urine. As he pumped his urethra empty, I saw the obvious flexing of his butt cheeks as they clinched tight, and then relaxed. _d_a_m_n_, boy-butt is truly a glorious thing. As he turned and headed back toward the pool, I also noted, "So is boy-dick."
I pushed the float toward him as he climbed the ladder. He stepped into the pool and lunged onto the float, drifting toward me. I reached into the water and stroked once, spinning my tube around. As he drifted up beside me, I reached out and lightly popped his left butt-cheek, leaving my hand spread out across it, my fingers digging into his crack. He flinched slightly, but did not look up, nor paddle away, but instead, he laid his head on the side facing away from me, and relaxed. I stretched my body out some, causing my ass to rise slightly, and my _c_o_c_k_-head floated just on the surface of the water. He then reached out with his left hand, laid it on the side of the tube, and spread his legs so he straddled the float with his legs, from the knees down dangled into the water. My middle finger rested against his boyhole, and I closed my eyes. We drifted like that for several minutes, the only sounds coming from the pool filter, and the chickens running across the yard chasing bugs, until I heard my truck coming down the driveway.
I raised my hand and popped his ass as I said,"lunch is here."
I paddled around to watch as Jeffery drove down the driveway. Jack slid off the float at started for the ladder. I stopped him with," You get your ass right back up there on that float, and spread those legs like you had 'em, son. I want your brother to have a good view of that butt when he gets here."
He ducked under water, and sprang back onto the float, in position, saying, "YESSIR." He shifted to let his balls and dick settle into one of the pockets in the float.
Jeffery got out of the truck, and lifted a large picnic basket from the bed and headed toward the barn. "We're gonna eat right here, son," I said. "Sit that basket down and then lift that old round table top off that frame and bring it here." I climbed out of the innertube, and took the tabletop as he handed it over the side of the pool.
I sat it on the tube, and Jeffery smiled as he said, "That's a cool idea, Cowboy. We gonna have a picnic in the pool?"
"Yep," I said. "That's the COWBOY WAY, son. Just put all the stuff on this table and we'll help ourselves. You strip off those shorts, and hang them over there with the others, and those drawers too. This is gonna be a nekkid picnic."
"KEWL,' he replied, and then he turned and saw Jacks shorts hanging like a torn rag over the wire. He picked them up and held them in my direction, then he looked at Jack as if to ask something, but didn't get the chance.
"Did you bring my beer, little brother?" asked Jack raising his head from his float, but not changing his position.
"I KNEW I forgot somethin'," said Jeffery, in a frustrated voice. The expression on Jack's face showed his disappointment as he said, "That's the last thing Cowboy told you to do. I guess he's gonna have to whip your ass, AGAIN!"
Jeffery dramatically feined fear, then reached down and lifted a 6 pack of Bud onto the side of the pool, and laughed. Jack flipped him the finger, and Jeffery glanced at me, then to Jack and said, "you better keep that one clean. You might need it later." He looked at me again, and winked. I just smiled.
Jack looked at us both and said, "Dammit, Jeff. That's the kinda _s_h_i_t_ you and Dad used to do all the time. What the _f_u_c_k_ does that mean?"
"You'll find out, eventually," he answered smugly.
"You tell him, boy," I said with a stern look.
"Yessir," he answered. "That's what you wipe your butt with after you take a _s_h_i_t_. That's Cowboy toilet paper. That's the COWBOY WAY!" he said, proudly.
"YUCK!" exclaimed Jack. "That's GROSS!"
"Naw, you do it in the water in the creek, and it just floats away," he said. Then he started handing the food over to me, and he reached over and stuck his finger into some potato chip dip, held it up as he added, "and sometimes the fish eat it!" and licked it off his finger."
"GROSS!" yelled Jack as he splashed water toward Jeffery. We all laughed. The lunch was delicious and we were nearly finished when Jeffery asked,"Cowboy, May I fart, sir?" Even before I could answer, a torent of large bubble rose up from the water.
"NO, you may NOT!" I immediately shouted. Jeffery froze, and looked at me as if he'd been slapped. "That's a stripe, son. You add that to your list, but first, I think I'll forgive you. You climb up on that ladder and let that butt hang out, boy."
"Yessir," he said, and slowly assumed the position.
I walked up beside him and placed my left hand on his stomach, and my right hand on his butt, and asked him, "What is this stripe for, son?" I popped his ass hard with my palm as he answered, "For farting without your permission, sir!"
"That is correct, son," I said, and popped him again. "Is that gonna happen again, boy?" I asked as I popped him again.
"NOSIR!" he answered, gritting his teeth.
I popped him again, and said, "Now, you go add that stripe to your list, son."
"Yessir," he answered as he climbed the ladder. Jack laughed out loud, and Jeffery turned at the top of the ladder and said," I guess you're butt's red from the sun, huh? I don't think so. I see a Cowboy handprint on that left cheek, and ain't no way Karen's gonna believe it's a sunburn!" and then he went off to get his list. Jack looked at me, and I just smiled.
As Jeffery climbed back into the pool, I said,"You know, Jeffery's got a point there, Jack. If you intend to explain that red ass away as a sunburn, then I guess we need to sorta 'even it up', Huh?"
"Yeah, Cowboy, can I help even it up?" asked Jeffery, smiling at Jack.
Jack glanced at me with a sheepish look as I answered, "Maybe, son. Maybe. You go ahead and clean up this lunch, and I'll think on it."
Within two minutes the picnic was repacked, and the table was gone. Jeffery climbed back into the pool, and I said, "Jack, you climb up onto this tube and put your butt sunny-side-up right over the middle."
"Yessir," he said as he climbed onto the tube. I held it steady as he wiggled into place.
"Jeffery, you get on that side, son. I'm gonna need your help," I said as I motioned to the other side of the tube. He moved into place, smiling, as Jack looked straight ahead.
"Now boys. Here's what's gonna happen. Jack, me and Jeffery are gonna alternate spanking your ass, me on this cheek," I said as I popped him hard on the left cheek, "and Jeffery on the other one," and Jeffery popped him. "And we're gonna do it until I say it's even enough to call it a sunburn. But you ain't gonna do that, son. You're gonna be honest and you're gonna tell your wife the truth."
Both Jack and Jeffery looked at me with large eyes, and raised eyebrows. I continued, "Yeah, buddy. You're gonna tell Miss Karen that you got your ass blistered today while you was skinny-dippin' in Cowboys pool! That's gonna be the whole truth, boy!"
"YESSIR," came Jacks answer, muffled by the tube he had his mouth on.
"Jeffery, you count each one of your licks out loud for us, son," I ordered.
"Yessir, Cowboy. Was that ONE, sir?" He asked.
"No, boy, this is ONE," I said as I slapped my palm down on Jacks ass, sending him floating forward slightly.
I grabbed the tube with my left hand and held it as Jeffery delivered his and shouted "ONE!"
'Smack' 'Smack' "TWO!"
'Smack' 'Smack' "THREE!"
'Smack' 'Smack' "FOUR!"
'Smack' 'Smack' "FIVE!"
I heard Jack take a deep. sharp breath, and then sigh slightly, almost like a whimper. I couldn't hold the tube steady enough, so I reached underneath to grab his dick in order to hold him in place. What I found was not what I had expected.
My hand came in contact with flesh alright, but it was the flesh of a hand, with all fingers gripped tightly around a very stiff _c_o_c_k_. I looked up at Jeffery, just as he looked over at me, and smiled. I replaced my hand, closing it around the one already in place, and together, we continued our double duet on his brother.
Jack began to grunt and whimper with each smack we delivered, and as his butt turned a rosey, sunburn red, he began to sqirm, gyrating his hips slightly. Jeffery and I together, squeezed his boyhood as his whimpers grew louder and longer, changing into groans which barely ended before the next one began. Then all at once, Jack broke down and began to cry. I mean he cried, out loud, real tears.
Jeffery looked up at me, and I shook my head as I delivered another slap, and he followed it with his own, and yelled very loudly, "TWENTY-ONE!"
Just as I delivered the next one, Jack bucked and wailed,"I"M CUMMIN! OH GOD, SIR. I'M CUMMIN! OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!
I felt Jeffery tighten his grip on his brothers _c_o_c_k_, and I released mine and moved my hand down to cup his tight nutsack which was drawn up into a knot at the base of his dick. I squeezed his nuts slightly, and held them while we delivered the next five smacks.
Jeffery shouted out"TWENTY-SEVEN!", and I nodded and splashed some water up on Jacks hot ass. I almost expected to hear it sizzle, and it was a very deep red, top to bottom, side to side. I then reached down, pulled his legs apart as far as possible, and told Jeffery to hold them there.
I then proceeded to slap into his crack very hard, flipping my wrist causing my fingers to sting his hole. He jumped with each flip, and Jeffery continued to hold his legs as he called out the numbers, "TWENTY-EIGHT!" TWENTY-NINE!"
"THIRTY!"
I splashed some more water onto his ass and it ran down into his blistered boyhole, as he gasped for air. I said, "O K, son, That seems to be passable, don't you think so, Jeffery?"
Jeffery placed his hand on his brothers ass, and fondled it all over very gently and looked up at me and said. "YESSIR, I'd say that is ONE BLISTERED ASS!"