Its been three years since I've written this. Some of you may have seen it, but I wanted to resubmit it. Hope you enjoy.
The moon was clear above, a large watching eye on the world below; and gleaming particularly on the two boys lying in the tent they had erected not an hour ago. Both boys stared up at the moon from the slit in the front of the tent, listening to the soft, quiet of the mid summer night and the hum of the crickets from the trees. David, the older of the two, glanced ever so often back at the house and the single light that still flickered from the living room where the television and his parents were still awake.
Jason squirmed beside him, sighed, glancing back at the house, "I wish they'd go to bed," he said, whispering, and turning from the shimmering night sky to the dark abyss of the tent fluttering in a gentle breeze. His folks were already in bed. They'd called just before "retiring" to make sure their "little boy" was going to be alright camping out. His mother was insufferable, constantly quizing Jason to see if "he knew that he could come back home if he got scared" or that "he could stay just part of the night if he wanted, she would keep a light on for him" and much more he just didn't want to play back in his head. His father was a bit more understanding, but insisted that the tent be close to David's house and that he make sure if he heard anything strange "he should go inside and let Mr. Troy check it out, because you just never knew what was out there."
Jason rolled his eyes, recalling the conversation and the way he had to constantly keep reassuring his mother that he would be a "good boy", and he'd brushed his teeth, and he wouldn't be afraid. God!, the boy thought, after all he WAS thirteen.
"Jas'!"
Jason twisted, almost startled by David's hand on his shoulder.
"Wha...?"
The lights had gone out. The house was black except for a tiny yellow bulb buzzing with insects from the back porch and the moon hanging gawking above them. David's parents had "retired".
"Cool!" Jason sprung from the tents folds and trees, knowing his friend was close behind slicing the pitch with the thin beam of light from his flashlight.
The nigth seemed to hold its breath, shivering from a cool west wind. It quivered in the trees, clanking softly, keeping a steady thrum to the boys cautious flight to the woods edge.
Once the boys came to the edge of the woods they stopped, took a single glance back and headed for the clearing a few feet beyond the thickest part of the woods. At the edge of the clearing, silohetted in thick brush and low hanging trees, a small crumbling building gawked; a rotted, paint chipped door hanging from one hinge and weakly guarding passage to the dark, musty interior and the secrets it held for the two boys. David went in first, holding back the damp, splintered door to let his friend past.
Jason giggled, flicking a wood match to the concrete floor of the interior and raising it to the menagerie of candles clotted to a cardboard box on the floor of one corner of the room. The room flickered, then brightened as each candle took the flame and crackled to life.
David rummaged the interior of a box just inside the doorway, snickering with his friend, feeling the exhilaration he knew his friend was experiencing at that moment. Outside, the trees tapped the sides and roof of the building, but beyond that, the world was quiet and lost, oblivious of the deeds the two of them were preparing for themselves, things they had done often before in the secret chambers of this old building and the dark of night. David smiled, feeling the exhilaration stirring in his jeans.
"Who first?" Jason queried, turning from his work and the candles.
David said nothing at first, still rumaging, then slowly turned to his friend brandishing a thin, well worn leather strap in one hand and a wooden stirring spoon in the other.
"Which one?"
Jason smirked, "Depends," he whispered, staring to the other side of the room which in reality was a mere four feet away but further with the shadows dancing across the scraggly walls, "Who's turn is it?"
David hesitated, taking on a distant glimmering in one eye, a smirk in the other.
"Yours," he said finally, looking now dejected and resigned.
"We'll still have time for you!" Jason jabbed his friend in the arm.
The night shivered as a wind gasped from beyond the door and creeked the broken door and the boys gave a glance. The candle light danced on the gnarled door, playing with the shadows, distorting the doors recangular, off center shape in the dark. But they were alone and the night had just begun.
Jason took a few step towards an old wooden crate they had found, among other things, then turned to his friend with a serious, but childish pout across his lips. His blond hair rustled with a gust of breeze from the door and the candles flickered, casting the two in shadows for a moment.
"I'll be good..." Jason let his lower lip quiver, his fingers wringing in front of him, at his waist where his pale blue jeans bore the unmistakeable rise of his excitement. "Don't spank me, please."
David grinned, setting aside the wooden spoon and folding the leather strap in one hand.
"I've got no choice," He spoke, clearing his throat, watching the rise in his friends jeans, "You've been a bad boy Jason, and you have to be punished!"
David took a step towards his friend, then knelt, laying the folded strap on the dirty concrete floor of the small building and reached for his friends waist.
"Your going to spank me bare?" Jason's voice seemed to quiver, but David knew it was the thrill, the complete helplessness his friend was feeling now as David reached to the snap of Jason's soft jeans.
"It has to be," David stated, pressing purposely against the front of his friends pants and the ever rising lump beneath the cloth while his fingers pulled on the snap.
"I'll be good," Jason stated, hissing, feeling his friends probing fingers, "I promise, don't spank me...please don't spank me."
David said nothing, his eyes and body transfixed while his fingers worked the zipper down and began tugging the sides of the jeans from Jason's legs. He worked them down, pulling them to the boys ankles, his eyes fixed on the small, but aroused and probing lump beneath the white cotton briefs. He reached, snagged a grip on the elastic and tugged them quickly to where the pants lay.
David gulped, staring at his friends penis, feeling his own pushing from his jeans. Slowly he rose, keeping his eye on his friends middle, nearly forgetting the strap.
"You deserve this spanking," David managed to say, his mind still on the stiff member jabbing from between Jason's legs, almost smooth except for the immature beginnings of manhood.
Jason turned, but slowly, knowing his friend was staring at his middle, then he bent his naked body across the crate and gripped the muscles in his legs and butt, stretching himself from the crate. A gentle breeze caressed his body raising goose bumps across his flesh.
He turned to see his friend grip the belt and raise it towards the flickering ceiling.
The belt cracked across his skin, disturbing the quiet, rustling of the night. Jason gave a jolt, gripping the sides of the crate while the sting danced across both cheeks.
"I'll be good," the boy whined. David brought the strap across his buttocks again, with more force. The room seemed to echo with the sharp crack of leather against bare flesh. David watched his friends legs kick, disturbing the dirt beneath his sneakers. He raised the belt and took another whack, feeling his penis struggling to jab its way from his jeans.
"Please don't" Jason squawled, twisting just enough to give his friend another glimpse of his young throbbing penis. The organ jounced, slapping the night air as the belt pulled back and raised once again.
David could barely contain himself, his eyes trailing from the flickering, smooth flesh of Jason's buttocks, streaked in livid stripes of red and pink, to the small, but erect penis jabbing from between the boys legs. He felt his skin becoming hot, and clammy, knew his breathing was rampid and could feel himself about to cum inside his jeans, his fourteen year old body stiffening with the experience.
David pulled back the belt and slapped his friends buttocks, throwing all his weight into the blows, letting go one blow after another in quick succession. His friends ass squirmed, streaked in thin slices of red. Jason squawled, squirmed against the crate at first, then twisted as the belting continued and his entire buttocks became aflame from the whipping.
Suddenly David had dropped to his knees, reaching between his friends legs and grasping the boys swollen member. Jason bucked, reaching back one hand to massage his stinging buttocks, the other grasping the edge of the crate, his chest pressed against the wooden frame while his friends fingers worked between his legs. He moaned, thrusting gently forward, then jolted while his entire body gripped against the sensations rising from between his legs, tightning below his belly and spreading until he was rigid and cumming in his friends probing fingers.
The boy collapsed to the concrete floor, not caring for the dirt or for anything other than the overwhelming calmness in his muscles and the charge of hormones raging in his head and body and between his legs. He sighed and just lay there in silence for a few moments, staring at his friend, his best friend, and wanting the moment to live for eternity.
David's eyes flickered in the candle light, his face wide and brimming with anticipation.
"My turn," He simply stated and stood to his feet. Jason grinned, reaching back one hand to rub his throbbing buttocks.