Eric Watson unlocked the front door and then flashed a broad grin at his old friend Chance Taylor. "Come on in, "he said trying to keep his excitement in check. "I think we have some chips and stuff in the kitchen."
He stood back and let Chance brush past, then deposited his school books on the living room table. "God, it's been so long, dawg. Can't believe you're really back in town." The grin was still firmly in place as he went to the kitchen and started rummaging around in the cabinets.
Eric didn't know why he felt such a strong feeling of happiness that his childhood buddy was back again, but he did. He felt...there was no way to decribe it but it was like when Chance went to visit his grandparents during the summer, when they were little, and after all the waiting and wondering, one day his best friend would reappear, and it had been like a rush of pure joy.
Eric shrugged a little as he tried to figure it out. He'd really missed his first and best friend, but like everyone, when they have to say goodbye, he'd minimized the importance of it.
He heard Chance laugh and he turned with a laugh on his own lips. "What's funny?" He asked.
"Aw man, it just brings back so many memories, being here again. Remember when we used to raid the kitchen, when I'd stay over?"
Eric nodded and then for the first time since they's met up again, he really looked at his buddy. Tall and muscular, Chance looked like a man now, and it was hard to believe that this was the same scrawny kid with glasses who used to cry every time he fell off his bike.
He got some chips and a couple of Coke's and motioned Chance toward the den. "I remember we used to watch cartoons in here every afternoon after school. You remember?" He asked as he plopped down on the sofa.
"For sure," Chance replied as he sat down beside Eric and grabbed a handful of chips. "You want to watch cartoons again?" He asked quietly, and when Eric looked over at him, it seemed like his friend was a little embarrassed for even asking.
"Sure," he replied, then grabbed the remote and flipped throught the channels until he got to the Cartoon Network.
Sipping on his Coke he ditractedly watched the cartoon. The excitement of Chance being there, keeping him from being able to concentrate much.
"Count Spankula!" Chance crowed out, and Eric chuckled, and suddenly became more interested in the animations flashing across the tv screen. He watched Codename:KND as this vampire with giant hands spanked everyone he could get his hands on. "Kinky," he mumbled and then smiled at Chance, his blue eyes sparkling.
There was an answering sparkle in Chance's eyes as he gave a little laugh. "For sure."
The two young men continued to watch the show in silence, Occasionally laughing but otherwise just concentrating on the tv.
Reaching into the bowl of chips once more, Chance gave Eric a little nudge. "Hey dude, you remember when we were kids and we used to play school? That was kind of fun, don't you think?"
Eric did remember, and the remembrance made him slightly uneasy. There were lots of spankings in those teacher and student make-believe sessions, Maybe too many. he flushed a little, thinking about it and then looked back at the tv. "Yeah, we were pretty retarded back then," he said and then laughed.
He continued watching as Count Spankula was caught spanking a teddy bear after promising he would never spank anyone again. The look on his face was classic. His eyes big, and his fangs drooping with sadness as he held his giant gloved palm high, caught in the act of spanking once again.
Eric shifted on the sofa uneasily, starting to feel really uncomfortable, for some reason.
Another nudge, and when Eric looked at Chance, the other young man's cheeks were pink with color and his eyes were soft and warm. "You want to play school again, Eric?" He asked and then laughed huskily.
"Um..." Eric pressed his lips together, feeling a tingling in his belly. "We're kind of old to play make-believe, don't you think?"
Chance laughed, a husky, rich laugh and shrugged. "Probably."
After a few minutes, Eric, still looking at the television set, casually said. "If you want to play that again, you know for old times sake, um...I guess it might be OK." His heart thudded at his own words and he grabbed his Coke and took a gulp, trying to seem like it didn't matter one way or another. Secretly, though he was deeply excited at the prospect of spanking and being spanked by Chance. An image of himself firmly planted across his childhood buddy's knee, flickered through his brain and he once again shifted on the sofa, trying to hide the fact that he was aroused. He placed a hand casually across his crotch and stared steadily at the tv screen, waiting for the response, he knew would be forthcoming.
"Cool, turn off the tv and stuff and we can do that." Eric heard the uncontrolled excitement in Chance's deep voice, and he couldn't control the bright smile that lit up his face as he stared into his friend's eyes. He knew his face must be lit up like a Christmas tree, but he just couldn't help it.
Clicking off the remote, he turned so his body was facing Chance's. Then surpressing his nervous laughter, he tried to sound nonchalant. "So, how about this then? I'll get my books, and then we can play like you are supposed to be studying and I'll be the teacher and punish you for not doing your work." He raised his light-brown brows to see if his friend thought that was a good idea.
"Yeah, OK." Chance's voice sounded thick and eager. "That's kind of how we used to do it. Then we would trade and I'd be the teacher. You want to do that too?"
Eric nodded, feeling his heart racing with anticipation. He stood up and headed toward the door. "just a sec, and I'll get my books and be right back. There's a ruler in my dad's top desk drawer if you want to get that."
As he grabbed up his books he glanced up at the black-numbered clock on the living-room wall and noted that it was just four-thirty. His dad woudn't be home from work until six. Plenty of time for make-believe. He smiled and bounced on his heels a little as he returned to the den.
Chance was holding the thick ruler in his huge hand and was swinging it in the air. Eric's body gave a hard throb at the sight, and then he reached out a sweaty palm for the wooden ruler. "I got my books. Go ahead and sit at the desk and we'll play, just like before."
The dark-haired teen, licked his lips quickly, and took the books from Eric. Without a word he walked over to the desk, sat down, opened one of the books, and dipped his head, pretending to be concentrating on his studies.
Eric cleared his throat then strode over to his friend. Bending over and looking over the "student's" shoulder, he caught a whiff of Chance's after shave. "All right, youn man, you should be finished studying by now," he said in in a clearly authoritative way. "Are you ready for me to quiz you on the material?"
Chance leaned his head back a little until the two teens head's were practically touching. then cast an appealing look at the "teacher". "But, Mr Watson, I didn't know there was going to be a test today. I really haven't learned the whole chapter yet."
Eric caught the slight whine in his friend's voice and his excitement grew. "Well, Chance, you've had plenty of time to study and you know what happens when you don't. Stand up and pull down your jeans. I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you for slacking."
He heard a nervous laugh from his friend as Chance stood up, and he tittered in response, then quickly stopped, and arranged his youthful face into stern unyielding lines. "Jeans down, young man." he ordered, then watched as his buddy fumbled with the front of his pants then slowly lowered them, revealing a pair of brightly-colored boxers.
"Nice," he murmered as he took in the lines of the muscular butt under the thin cotton. Suddenly a feeling of strong unease came over him. he wondered if it was right for them to playing like this. They weren't kids anymore, after all, and it just didn't seem quite as inncocent as it once had.
Eric gulped, and stood motionless for what seemed like forever. "Um, chance," he finally mumbled. "I don't know man, Um..." he flushed and looked at the ruler he was holding.
Chance turned, with his jeans at his knees, and looked questioningly at Eric. After a couple of seconds he spoke, and his voice was low and subdued. "I know I should've studied harder, Mr Watson. I'm ready to be punished for it." There was a note of pleading there, and Eric couldn't help but respond to that.
He lifted his head and looked directly into Chance's eyes. "all right young man, bend over the chair," he directed as he pointed to the desk chair with the ruler. he took a deep breath as he watched the other teen shuffle over and plant his hands on the seat of the chair.
putting one hand on Chance's boxer-clad hip and feeling the warmth of his buddy's skin emanating from beneath the soft material, he brought the ruler back and delivered four or five hard swats. The crack of the ruler rang out through the room, and both Eric and Chance jumped slightly at the sound.
"Ouch!" Chance yelped out and then put his hands back to rub at his butt.
Eric who felt worried and ashamed that he had slammed the ruler down so hard, dropped it on the floor, and walked over to the sofa and plopped down in defeat. "Sorry man, Didn't mean to hit you so hard. you OK?"
When there was no reply he looked up and saw Chance grinning over at him. His eyes were still shining, and his face was diffused with color. "I'm OK dude," he assured, obviously close to laughter. "What's wrong with you, don't you know how to play make-believe anymore?"
Eric shrugged, still feeling miserable at having smacked his friend so hard. "I don't know. I guess maybe we're too old to play now, or something. it seems different now."
Pulling up his jeans and fastening them Chance walked over to the sofa and sat down beside Eric. "Don't worry about it, dude. it was fun once but maybe you're right. Maybe we're too old for this _s_h_i_t_, now." He then wrapped an arm around Eric's shoulder and squeezed hard. "But you know, I still owe you for those whacks. You aren't going to wuss out on it, are you. It's payback time!"
The grin on Chance's face was infectious and Eric responded with an equally huge one. He felt a tingling in his groin as he saw the wickidly mischievous look in his buddy's eyes. "OK, I'll pretend to study now," he replied as he started to get up.
"Oh, no, no, no," Chance growled as he snagged Eric's arm and pulled him back down. "You're going over my knee."
The teens wrestled a bit, with Eric trying to get back up and Chance pulling at him. Finally, the stronger teen won, and Eric found himself face down across his friends muscular thighs. "Let me up!" He half-screeched, while adrenaline coursed through his body, making him tingle.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Eric exhaled hard as he felt the sting of Eric's palm connecting to his jeaned butt, but he stopped struggling, and lay quietly, feeling stuff he didn't want to feel, and not understanding exactly what he did feel. "What kind of make believe is this?" He panted out, and then twisted his head so he could look into his friend's face.
"Not make believe, buddy, just pay back," Chance answered huskily, his grin so big that it didn't seem possible.
"For real, Dude?" Eric questioned angrily as he struggled to get off the stronger teen's lap. "Well, you payed me back, OK? Now let me up!"
Chance moved his head down into Eric's line of vision and then winked. "Dude, Chill! Can't you see we're just having fun?"
Relaxing, Eric stopped struggling and lay still. his eyes wide and his breathing hitching in his throat. "It would be more fair if my pants were down too, since yours were," he nearly whispered, as he held onto Chance's leg tightly.
"So, so right," His friend replied as he snaked his hand under Eric and deftly unfastened Eric's jeans. Puttin his hands in the waistband he gave a quick hard tug, and before Eric could say anything, his friend hand landed solidly on the back of his tighty whities.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The sting was invigorating and the feel of his buddy's strong arm holding him down was almost intoxicating, and even though in the back of his mind, he still didn't know if it was right, he held on tight and let it happen.
Suddenly he heard the front door close and he tensed up. "Oh _s_h_i_t_! My dad must be home!" he whispered frantically. "let me up!"
Chance loosened his grip, and Eric quickly jumped up and pulled his jeans up. he dahsed over and picked the ruler off the floor and put it back in the drawer and just as quickly sat back down on the sofa. Reaching for the remote, he flicked on the tv.
"Well, if it isn't Chance!" Eric's dad jovially burst out when he saw the young man who had spent so much time at the house so many years ago. "We really missed you when you moved away. Didn't we, son?"
Eric nodded at his father and then looked over at Chance. They shared a quick smile.
Mr Watson sat down in a chair. "So what have you boys been doing?" He asked. "Been catching up on things?"
"Yeah Dad, we have," Eric responded hoping his father didn't notice the guilty flush in his cheeks at the question. "Chance's family has moved back to town now, so we have lots of time to catch up."
"Yeah, it's so tight to be back here after all these years! I'd almost forgotten what a blast me and Eric used to have together," Chance enthused while smiling sweetly at Eric, and giving him a quick wink.
"Well, that's great. You guys always had so much fun together."
Eric took a deep breath to slow the pounding of his heart, after the close call and then he agreed. "Yeah we sure did." He didn't add that deep down he hoped he and his buddy would have a lot more fun in the future too!