Act Your Age Ch 18 - Temp Then Spank

When we got back to Mr. Grant’s place after the opening night in the restaurant we were tired and excited at the same time.  He said that he had been busy all night and hadn’t gotten a proper meal so while he was in the kitchen making us a snack I went to the bedroom and stripped off my clothes.  My underwear was ruined and as I held them in my hand I carefully thought about what to do with them.  I didn’t want Mr. Grant to see them, to find out what had happened to them, much less to me.  I decided to hide them below the rest he had bought for me and put on a new, clean pair.

By the time I had done so he was headed down the hallway to the bedroom with a small plate of cheese, salami, and bread, and two glasses of wine.  I waited for him by the doorway where we kissed briefly and I took one glass before heading to my side of the bed.  He set the plate and glass down on his side, then stripped out of his clothes, before he sat and invited me to sit next to him.

Shoulder to shoulder we ate and talked about our night at the restaurant.  I told him about Rose and how she had helped me.  I told him about what I had learned and how it was fun to work there.  I told him about how much I made in tips and how I thought it would be fun to work there again or some other restaurant.  He told me about the kitchen, about getting people to work together, and how hard it was to keep everything in order.  We laughed about how simple it seemed and how complex it all became when you had multiple orders and people ordering dishes that took different amounts of time to cook.  We talked until we ate most of the plate of food and drank the last of the wine.  I didn’t tell him about Ryan.  I avoided the subject.

Eventually he got more tired first, sank down onto his side next to me, but didn’t fall asleep.  Instead he motioned for me to join him so I set the plate aside and curled up into his body.  His breath on the back of my neck, his chest against me, his dick pressed against my ass separated by only two thin pieces of fabric.  I could tell he was horny but I didn’t want to ruin it like I did last time so I stayed there.  We were like that for a long time until he pushed himself up and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth.  I did the same and when we walked back to bed together I had this feeling of accomplishment, this feeling of comfort, that we were a couple.  I got under the sheets and he did the same so I rolled away from him and he moved up behind me.  We fell asleep easily.

The next morning I awoke to find him sitting up in bed with the covers over his lap.  The sun was up but I had no idea what time it was since no alarm had gone off.  I felt refreshed in a way I hadn’t before, in a way that signaled to me it was nice to wake up next to someone.  He smiled down at me and I smiled back up at him before I pushed myself up and kissed him on the lips.  He stopped me from going further and for a moment I thought about giving him a morning blow job but decided not to try.

“What have you got today?” he asked.

“Not much, just class,” I said.

“Want to come back to the restaurant?”

I immediately thought about Ryan and a knot formed in my stomach.  I hated the idea of returning back there, of seeing him again.  What would he do to me next?  Would he whack me in the balls or would he give me another wedgie?  I couldn’t keep going through underwear.

“I don’t know,” I said.

“You have to earn a living somehow,” he said.

“Maybe, let me see how much homework I have,” I replied.

“That’s a good idea,” he said, “school work comes first.”

After that we fell into our morning routine of him making breakfast while I patiently waited at the table in the kitchen.  It was nice.  When we finished breakfast I did the dishes and wiped down the counter and table while he got out his clothes.  As usual he made it to the shower first but I joined him.  We washed each other and ourselves before he got out, dried himself off.  He got dressed while I got out my computer and went to the desk.

I opened it and started going through my social media sites and opened my chat application.  I was surprised to see someone from a spanking group had sent me a message saying he’d be on later that morning and he wanted to talk.  His name was redtail88.  I was about to tell Mr. Grant but stopped myself and instead walked him to the door and kissed him goodbye before heading back to bed.  He didn’t like it when I went back to bed but I felt like I needed an extra hour to sleep off the alcohol and all the work I had done.  I slept more than an hour and was awoken by the sound of my messenger telling me someone was online and had sent me a message.  I jumped out of bed and dashed to my computer to check the message.

redtail88: I saw your pictures and read your bio. It sounds like you have it pretty good.  I live in the same city, maybe we should get together sometime.

The message seemed to be a bit too aggressive and yet it told me everything I wanted to know, even complimented me and my situation.  I thanked him before I went to his page and started looking for his personal information.  He had a picture up for his avatar that included part of his face and it said he lived in the same city.  I started to look through his pictures and I was surprised to see several that looked like he had taken them.

None included his entire face but all of them were very suggestive, one even was his buttocks and it said it was after a self-spanking.  Was it possible to make a friend so easily and about spanking?  I was skeptical but interested so I went back to the chat.  We talked for a while about different things.  He seemed to be looking through my profile and asking me about things I liked and posted so I started to do the same with him.  We chatted for about an hour and half when he said that he had to leave but he could be back later that afternoon.  He asked if I would be around and I said that I would.  He said goodbye and signed off.  I wanted to talk with him again, get right to how he felt about spanking, but then I remembered my class.

Immediately I thought about calling in sick, or else just leaving it up to chance and I decided to just decide at the last minute before I had to catch the bus and as long as Mr. Grant didn’t come back for some reason.

I spent the day, all day, in my underwear watching television, playing video games, and jerking off, not at the same time but damn close.  I’d watch something, get horny, start to play with myself, and then I had to orgasm.  It was an easy, messy way to spend the hours.  By time I would have to start getting dressed and catch the bus I started to feel sick.  I knew it was in my mind but somehow it felt like my subconscious was in control and I knew I wouldn’t be able to focus on class if I went.  I sent an email to my professor apologizing for not being able to make it to class by saying that I had a stomach bug.  I did attach my homework though.

When redtail88 signed in I knew that I had done the right thing.  We started talking again and it all went by easily.  Even though he was several years older we had enough in common, especially when he got to the spanking.  He said that his encounters had been infrequent but that they had been very therapeutic.  He told me about some of them, several had been with a friend he had made but who had moved away.  He said he loved the feeling of being naked and helpless but dependent on each other for support.  I got an erection just thinking about it so I told him about my own, few experiences.  He liked them so much he said he was getting excited.  I told him I had the same feeling.

That’s when he started talking dirty to me and I started playing along as I teased myself with one hand.  It was a difficult exercise, our messages became farther apart until finally he said he got off so I did the same by slipping off my briefs and using them to catch my ejaculate.

Naked on the chair at the desk, the sun shining through the curtains I felt a relief and an ecstasy like few other times in my life.  I thanked him for the experience and he thanked me.  It felt like we had completed something, that there was little else to speak about at the moment.  When he said he had to get going I said that I understood and that I looked forward to chatting with him again.  Just before I was about to sign off there was a picture message from him.  I opened it to find the flat stomach of the man with pearls of ejaculate across his belly, a tuft of pubic hair but nothing else.  He was gone and I decided to get cleaned up.

I was feeling pretty drained by the time Mr. Grant got home.  He spotted me in my underwear and looked at me suspiciously.  I crossed the room and kissed him on the lips before going back to my spot on the couch and sitting with my foot up on the pillow as a conscious invitation.

“You look comfortable,” he said.

“It’s been a good day,” I said.

“What have you been doing?”

“Chilling,” I said.

“Really?  I thought you had class.”

“Oh,” I said.  “Well, I was feeling sick.”

“You don’t look sick,” he said.

“Stomach bug,” I said.

“What about work tonight?”

I thought about Ryan, the wedgie, and my coworkers.  The knot in my stomach returned.  I wanted to get out of it.  I wanted to stay home the rest of the night, eat some ice cream, play some video games, and maybe get to talk to redtail88 again.

“I don’t think I’m up to it,” I said.

“Are you feeling really sick?” he asked before he crossed the room to me.  He put  the back of his hand against my forehead.  “You don’t feel warm.  I better take your temperature, make sure you’re not coming down with anything.  Come with me.”

I followed him into the bathroom and he pointed to the side of the bathtub where I sat and looked up to him.  He took the thermometer out of the cabinet and looked to me.  I opened my mouth.  He smirked and shook his head.

“Turn around, ass up, and underwear around your knees,” he said.

“Really,” I said.  “I’m not that sick.”

“Better make sure,” he said.

“Really?” I asked.

He nodded.  I turned on the tub, pulled down my underwear, pushed away, settled myself over the side, raised my ass into the air so my cheeks parted naturally, and readied myself.  I heard him pop open some lubricant which he applied to the thermometer then to my asshole.  He stuck it inside slowly until it was stuck there.  I felt it there, mostly out than in, hanging there.

“Hold still,” he said.

“Yes sir,” I said.

Waiting for the reading felt like an agony as I felt the tub digging up into my stomach.  I put my hand there to push up a little but it did little to relieve the pain.  It seemed like minutes had passed, possibly a little longer than necessary, before he took the thermometer out.  I turned my head to look back at him.  He looked disappointed.

“I think we need to have a punishment to remind you about lying, acting irresponsible, and not keeping your promises.  How about a good spanking?”

“Sir?”

“Come on, get up, go to the bedroom,” he said.

“Yes sir,” I said before I got to my feet and pulled my underwear back up to my waist.  It felt like an necessary but impractical thing to do.  I walked away to the bedroom as I listened to him wash off the thermometer and return it to the cabinet.  He wasn’t far behind me.  I had barely made it to the bed when he walked into the room a few seconds later.  He undid the cuffs of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves, moved behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders.

A shiver ran down my spine that made me clench my butt cheeks together.  I could feel him there right behind me.  His breath against my skin made me close my eyes as I knew it was all so real and I knew no matter why I had goofed off that day that I needed correction.  I thought for a moment he was going to take me over his knee but instead he led me to a chair where he told me to bend over the back and hold onto the armrests.  I did.  It was just the right height to leave me completely vulnerable.  I expected a hand.  Instead he undid his belt, pulled it from the loops, and I lowered my head, closed my eyes with anticipation.  He had me.

“Tell me why you’re being punished,” he said.

“Sir?”

“Tell me why you deserve this.”

My ass was out, my palms were beginning to hurt from pressing against the rests.  I just wanted it to be over.  I knew what I had done wrong but the words caught in my throat.  That’s when he lowered the back of my briefs down around my ass.  I felt ridiculous there with just my ass cheeks out, the crack of my ass.

“I misbehaved,” I said.

He moved behind me, knelt, took hold of my underwear with both hands and lowered them down to my knees.  They hung there for a moment before I shifted on my feet and they fell to the floor.  Just a miniscule piece of fabric around my ankles.  They had been my comfort and now they were just something that barely seemed needed.  My feet ached against the wood of the floor, my biceps ached from holding up my body.  And yet my mind became clearer, I knew what he wanted to hear.

“I goofed off today.  I lied to you.  I wasn’t responsible.  I should have gone to class instead of being online talking to someone.  I shouldn’t have tried to get out of work.”

Snap, the belt cracked against my butt.  It felt like a hot line had been cut through my skin.  It hurt but I figured I could endure it.  He cracked the belt against my ass.  Another hot line and I tightened my grip on chair.  I raised my head to try and let the pain run through the rest of my body but it didn’t work.  Instead I felt the hair of my head loose about my scalp, the haircut I had gotten at his request.

He spanked me three more times across the bubble of my ass.  I thought for a moment it was over but he was just aiming at something different.  He hit the spot just under my cheeks and a whole new fire burned in my skin.  Twice more and I began to cry.  That’s when he hit me twice across my thighs.  I twisted on the chair.  My cock and balls swung about loosely.  I felt so foolish.  I began to cry harder.
That’s when he laid his hand on my shoulder.  He set the belt down on the chair.  He pulled me up and to his shoulder where I cried more.  I sobbed into him to try and let it all go but my skin felt like it had been cut.  I reached back to touch myself, but he stopped me and pulled my hands to him.  He took hold of the back of my head, his fingers in my hair until I stopped crying.

“Go get a shower,” he said.

I walked away feeling like I was in a zombie state.  The bathroom, the shower, and everything else was where it should be.  I needed that.  The warm water and cleaning myself off made me feel refreshed though not completely back to normal.  I got out of the shower and looked at myself in the mirror.  My face was still slightly pink from having cried so much.  It was the type of coloring that wouldn’t go away.

The door was open and I could see him in the bedroom polishing his shoes.  I thought about what he expected me to do now.  He wanted me to get dressed in the clothes he had bought me and he wanted me to go work in the restaurant.  It had been enjoyable and miserable.  I walked into the room, crossed to where my underwear still lay and picked them up, turned to him with the material in my hands.

“I need to talk to you,” I said.

He looked up to me and took a deep breath.  He was difficult to read and I worried I might say the wrong thing but I knew I had to be honest.

“I know I deserved the spanking because I goofed around all day instead of being responsible but last night when you weren’t looking Ryan gave me a wedgie and everyone laughed.  It was humiliating and that’s why I don’t want to go back there.”

He set down his shoe, opened his arms to me, and invited me to go hug him.  He pulled me close to his body and for a moment I thought he would cry as I felt something shift in his body.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.  You are right, you deserved to be spanked but you know I am always here for you.”

That night, as soon as we got to the restaurant, he fired Ryan and promoted Rose temporarily to being a waiter.  He got someone from the kitchen to help me bus tables.  I hated the idea of Ryan being fired but I also hated the idea of the way he made me feel.

Controller Cords (Excerpt)

He crossed to the left side of the bed and sat beside me on my right side.  He reached out again and touched my chest but this time it was a rubber tipped finger that he ran from my sternum to my belly button then down to my underwear.  He stroked me several times then stopped and moved an none gloved hand to my right nipple. 

I felt his flesh as he pinched at it.  I heard a hinge being worked and then slowly he attached a clip to my nipple.  The pain was instant and lasted for a while before it dulled.   
I managed to barely make a sound until he touched the clamp again this time sending pain through my skin and deep into my chest.  I let out a yell and a moan.

“Ever thought about this?” he asked.

“No,” I said.

He pulled at the clip.

“No sir,” I said.

“What about those times you used to snap yourself with a rubber band?”  he asked.

“That was different sir,” I said.

“You weren’t so powerless,” he said.  He moved across my chest tracing a path with his rubber tipped finger to my other nipple which he played with using his fingers until it was hard and then he attached the other clip.

He repositioned himself on the bed, leaned on his elbow in a casual way as if we were having a conversation.  He asked me how my cock was doing before he reached down into my underwear where we both felt his hand slide up and down my slick cock.

“You bought condoms,” he said.  “How many times can you come in a day?”

I was distracted by the sensations and it took me a moment to find my voice.

“Five times sir,” I said.

“Good, I want you to try and beat it tonight,” he said.

“Really?” I asked.

He pulled his hand from my cock and flicked one of the clips sending pain through me.

“Sorry sir,” I said.

“Would you try if I wanted?”

I thought about the question.  There I was tied down and at his mercy yet feeling very safe.  I had known him for many years. 

“Yes sir,” I said.

“Good, but maybe not tonight,” he said, “after all we don’t want you worn out for the weekend.”

He touched one of the clips and toyed with it then he went back and forth between them until I let out a moan of pain.

“Did you bring more underwear?” he asked.

I swallowed because I was starting to feel thirsty.

“Yes sir,” I said.

“Good because I’m going to have to cut these off and add them to my collection,” he said. 

I felt him get up and feeling better about my situation I didn’t need him to talk to me even though my nipples were still hurting.  I heard him pick something up from a desk then walk back to me where he placed one knee on the bed and grabbed at my underwear as if it were an annoyance. 

He stabbed into the fabric with a knife point then cut at the material until he had cut both sides around the hip including the elastic band.  He pulled my underwear from between my legs and under my butt. 

I felt them leave me and a new air around my stiff, dripping cock.  I was finally naked.  He reached up to the clamps and I was afraid he would play with them again but he took them off at the same time.

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Act Your Age Ch 17 - The Undisciplined Boy

Filling out the applications was a tedious exercise.  I felt more foolish with each one as I had little experience to really put down, no good references.  It was easier to fill them out for the places I liked and more difficult for the ones I didn’t but I completed all of them, double checked them.  It took me three evenings to do them all.  I arranged with Mr. Grant to drive me back to drop them off.  Secretly I hoped none of them would call me.

A few days later I was working on my homework when Mr. Grant came into the room and moved behind me.  He reached down around my sides and tickled me a little as he kissed me on the cheek.  I relished the feel of his warm body, the smell of his cologne.

“Have you heard back from any of the jobs?”

“No,” I said.

“Any new thoughts?”

I had a thought but I was intimidated, no shamed, about having to ask.  I wanted to ask if he would hire me but it felt like I was asking for help.  It felt like nepotism.

“Well, we could use some extra help at the restaurant opening night.  I know you don’t have any experience so you’d have to start as a busboy.  You’d clean up the tables when people were done.  You get a percentage of tips from the waiters’ tables you work, about 5 percent maybe, as well as a base pay.”

“I don’t know,” I said.

“We need the help.  You might like it, think it over.”

He pulled away from me and walked out of the room.  I wanted to run after him, grab hold of him and tell him I would do it but I let some time pass.  I started to think over what it would be like.  It wasn’t a real job offer.  It was just one night.  Maybe if it worked out then it could lead to more.  I decided I’d do it.

Fifteen minutes before the restaurant opened for dinner service Mr. Grant had the staff gather in the dining area near the kitchen.  I was dressed exactly as he had instructed me, ready to do everything required, and yet as I stood there I was terrified about how the people thought of me and that I wouldn’t be able to do my job.  He introduced everyone by name, most of which I forgot immediately except for Ryan.  He had this look in his eyes.

At 5’ 4” he was shorter than me but I could tell he was stronger, more confident.  He had a short mohawk and tattoos.  One I could spot immediately on his neck, just under the collar of his shirt so only a bit of it stuck out, another on his forearm.  I knew he was trouble from the moment I saw him because of the way he acted when Mr. Grant was around.  It was a tolerable mischievousness, a cute defiance.  He wasn’t the normal type to see in an upscale restaurant and yet I knew that he was the type of person Mr. Grant would pick for that same reason.

“Everyone I want you to meet Shane who will be our new busboy for the night.  He doesn’t have much experience but I expect each of you to help him as you would anyone else.”

“Yes sir,” they all replied.

“Let’s get to work,” Mr. Grant said.

Mr. Grant and the hostess went to the front door to open, the cooks and dishwasher went into the kitchen, Ryan and another young man as well as a young woman tried to make themselves look busy, but it was a young woman who I had forgotten her name that got my attention and pulled me into the back room.

“We should make ourselves scarce for a little bit, until some people come in and need something.”

“Okay,” I said.

I looked to her and I suddenly felt terrible for not remembering her name.  She had this kindness in her eyes and personality that made me wish I knew it.  I could tell that she knew what she was doing and that she would be helpful and kind to me.  I opened my mouth several times to introduce myself and ask her name but I just couldn’t do it.  She seemed to recognize my peril and offered me her hand.

“I’m Rose,” she said.

“Shane,” I replied.

We shook hands but always our attention was on the dining area.  It wasn’t long before she told me to stay behind and watch her as she went about her duties.  I watched as she moved around the tables between courses, helped bring glasses of water and other things that were needed.  Once more people were seated she came back and invited me to join her.  As easy as it was I couldn’t help but look at her for advice and approval until I felt comfortable.  I was on my feet for three and half hours before she pulled me aside.

“Things have slowed down a little,” she said.  “Why don’t you go take a break?  Be back in fifteen minutes and I’ll go for my break.”

“Okay,” I said.

I walked away from the dining area with a feeling of movement and hustle that I didn’t want to end.  I felt like my reflexes were at their best.  I was confident.  So when I saw Ryan in the kitchen I couldn’t help but smack him on the ass.  He let out a small yell, then laughed at me as he saw me go by.  I stepped out the back door to the kitchen into the alley and moved to the far wall where I looked over the brickwork before deciding to lean against it.  I saw my breath in the night air and I missed having a cigarette.  My desire doubled when I saw Ryan step out a few minutes later with a pack in his hand that he tapped against his palm.

“Do you mind if I smoke?” he asked.

“No,” I said.  “But maybe you can blow some in my face.”

He laughed a little, stepped to me, offered me one but I refused.  He lit his cigarette, then put his back to the wall next to me.  I wrinkled my nose at the smell.  Quitting was difficult and I was writing my lines each day before bed to keep it fresh.

“Trying to quit is hard,” he said.  “I don’t know if I can give it up.”

I thought about my predicament and before I really thought it through I started to talk.

“It’s not that difficult for me,” I said.

“Really?  Why’s that?”

I had blocked myself in a corner.  I didn’t want to tell him I’d be spanked or otherwise punished, and yet I had gloated about not smoking so I had to say something.

“Just a bet,” I said.

“That’s cool, maybe I should do that.”

It felt as if a moment had passed between us so I decided to start heading back inside.  The kitchen was louder and hotter than I remembered.  I went to the dining area that seemed quieter though more crowded.  I looked for Rose to let her know I was back when I felt a swat on my ass.  I yelped from the hit and looked to see Ryan pass me as he headed to the cash register.  I stared at him as he looked through his bills.  He had a nice ass.  He had a narrow waist.  How many tattoos did he have?  Where were they?

Rose grabbed my elbow, jerked me from my fantasy.  She told me she was taking a ten minute break.  I looked for something to do.  It was easy as I spotted a few people looking around desperate for water and a few others had empty appetizer dishes as they waited for their entree.  I started to move with the list in my head, adding and subtracting things as needed until I was clearing a table.  I spotted Rose was back from her break, the tub for dishes was heavy.  I carried it to the kitchen.  Mr. Grant and I made eye contact.  I smiled to him but he barely reacted.  I knew he had to keep up a professional attitude so I tried to not think about it.

I turned and headed back out to the dining area when Ryan caught hold of me, put his arm around my shoulder, led me to the supply area where I had been standing with Rose earlier.  He led me to a corner where I saw a mop and bucket.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Someone pissed on the bathroom floor and it needs to be cleaned up,” he said.

I sighed.

“Sorry it’s part of your job,” he said.

“Really?” I asked.

“Yeah, and one last thing.”  He dropped his arm from around my shoulder, his hand went in front of me, then snapped back to hit me in the balls.  I moaned.  He laughed as he turned and walked away.
Was it some kind of game?  Had I started it?  Why did I have to smack him on the ass?  I regretted doing it, but I also regretted what I would have to do as I took hold of the bucket and mop.  I went to the men’s room with it, only to find it was an easy mess to clean up.  I set out a small warning sign, then put things away and got back to my regular work.

After that it was easy to pass the night until we showed out our last customers.  Mr. Grant closed and locked the door after them.  The waiters broke into their own group and began to count tips.  I moved to where Rose leaned against the bar with a drink in her hand.  Mr. Grant was on the other side making himself something.

“Do you want one?” he asked.

I looked to Rose before I looked back to him.

“Can I have just one?”

He nodded.

“Are you making it?”

“Of course,” he answered.

“Then I’ll have a dirty martini,” I said.

He set about making my drink as I looked to Rose awkwardly.  She smiled at me before she headed over to the waiters.  I waited for Mr. Grant to hand me my drink.  I took a sip, thanked him, and then headed for the waiters as I saw him go into the back with the other kitchen workers.  Ryan and the other waiters had their tips broken up.  I was tired but felt pretty good.  He handed me a wad of bills that I glanced at before I stuck them in my pocket.

“Hey, would you help me out with something,” Ryan said.

“Sure,” I said.

“I think someone left their cell phone under the table towards the back.  Would you see if you can get it?”

“Sure,” I said.

Everyone looked to me as I moved to the table, squatted.  I thought I could see something on the floor in the back against the wall.  I dropped to my knees, my shirt rode up my back.  There was a phone there.  I reached for it but couldn’t get it so I moved forward a little until I could get it with the tips of my fingers.  I slid it to me and began to crawl backwards when I heard everyone laughing.

“Nice undies,” someone said.

“Who wears tighty whities?”

I started to get up but hit my head against the bottom of the table.  Everyone laughed more and louder.  I had exposed myself to all of them.  It was minor though, I thought.  I had been naked only a few nights before and with a bunch of straight guys.  I moved back a little more.  That’s when I felt a hand grab my underwear.  I knew at once it was Ryan.  He yanked as hard as he could.  My underwear gave easily, the band stretched up, the fabric that had covered my ass bunched in the middle, went between my cheeks, up my ass, against my asshole, and the fabric kept stretching.  He had it half way up my back when it began to tear.  I jumped up to my feet and tried to reach back but some of the others stopped me.

“Just take it like a man, new boy,” Ryan said.

He let go of my underwear and I turned on him but as I saw everyone else was laughing I felt that if I attacked him everyone would turn against me so I decided to laugh it off, then walked away.
Inside the mens room I turned see my backside.  My underwear hung out the back, a limp, flaccid embarrassment.  I started to unbuckle my jeans when I realized someone could walk in and see me so I moved to the stall where I closed the door.  I pulled my pants down, reached back to my ass.  I felt my ass cheeks, the way the fabric ran between them.  I pulled my underwear out, felt for holes.  It was very obvious what had happened.  I debated about whether I should keep them on and risk Mr. Grant seeing them, finding them, or just throwing them away.  I decided to keep them on though they felt loose and bothersome.  It felt strange walking back out with my underwear stretched out under my pants.

By then most people had left or were headed out.  Mr. Grant stood watching them leave as he chatted with Ryan.  I was worried something had been said.  I went to where they stood and looked to the ground trying to make my presence known without disturbing them.  Ryan was recounting to him how he thought the night had gone.  I started to think about my own story, what I would tell Mr. Grant and what I wouldn’t, when Ryan took hold of my arm.

“Shane here was great too,” he said.

“Good to hear,” Mr. Grant said.

I looked up to them.  They were both focused on me but for different reasons.  Mr. Grant looked happy.  Ryan looked mischievous.  I had this suspicion that he was cruel and thought that I was weak.  I gulped.  Mr. Grant was right there but he couldn’t see it.  He didn’t know.  Would I be able to tell him?

“Well, thanks for all of your help Ryan.  We should be going.”

“Of course sir,” Ryan said.

Ryan walked away from us.  I moved a little ahead of Mr. Grant by anticipating his moves until we got to the front door where he locked it with us on the inside, then we doubled back through the kitchen and out the back door where he made sure it was locked.  We walked through the alley to his car.  I went to the passenger side.  I saw Ryan was still there in the parking lot in his own car, a beat up Dodge truck.

“Tonight was fun,” Mr. Grant said.

I looked from Ryan to him and smiled before I agreed with him.  It had been fun but it had also been humiliating.

Act Your Age Ch 16 - Job Hunting

Over a week after receiving the spanking in the parking lot I had been on my best behavior, my ass still hurt but was healing.  The red skin had turned to purple, brown, and yellow.  I liked to stare at myself in the mirror, massage my cheeks.  I liked that I had been marked.  I liked the sensations.  It was a constant reminder of how I had misbehaved, how I had been corrected, and that I didn’t want to be spanked again at least not right away. 

In that week I had gotten into a habit with Mr. Grant.  It was easy because he was still working on getting his restaurant started so he had free time.  We’d go out to eat, he’d order for me.  We went to the park.  We talked about all of the small things, meaningless things.  My parents stopped expecting me home but they didn’t say anything to me.  They knew I was gay.  They knew he was gay.  Maybe they thought he was a good influence for me. 

I’d write my lines every night at the desk in his room before bed as I sat in my underwear.  I did my homework after class.  I had stopped smoking.  I hadn’t had a drink since the party.  I was on my best behavior.  I had completely forgotten about my cane.  I had motivation. 

During that week we did little more than jerk or suck each other off.  The best was when we’d cuddle next to each other on the couch where we’d play with each others dicks.  It felt slightly mischievous under the blanket with his hairy arm around my side, his hand down the crotch of my tight white underwear, barely enough room to stroke me, but he always got me off and I did the same in return with my hand in his boxers.  I was unsure how I would convince him to have full on sex, especially without a condom but it was good.  I had no complaints.

And yet there were moments when I got bored so I joined a few online groups about spanking.  It had changed my life, having someone who I was responsible to, who looked out for my best interest, had changed my life.  I didn’t want to disappoint him and yet I was still unemployed.  

That’s why when he asked me if I was up to a challenge to find a job I agreed.  He said he had a plan and that I was to be free Friday morning.  I didn’t usually have anything then so it was an easy agreement.  It was ten in the morning when he drove me to the strip mall near where we lived.  I was dressed in the shirt, pants, and shoes he had bought me, my hair was combed neatly and I had shaved just that morning so I was feeling pretty fresh.  I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was up to something.

“There are thirty businesses here that are all open.  Twenty-five of which I believe would hire you for some kind of work.  I want you to go introduce yourself and ask for an application.  If they seem interested and want to talk and ask you to fill it out then do so.  If they don’t, then that’s okay and just bring back the form.  I will be back after twelve o’clock right here in this spot to pick you up.  For every business that you don’t go to I will spank you twice.”

I swallowed at the challenge because I remembered the spanking he had already given me.  I clenched my butt at the thought of another one so soon.

“If you go to all of them we can go out to lunch,” he said.  “And here’s ten dollars to get yourself a snack of some kind, make sure to drink water.”

I got out of the car feeling a little excited, a little stressed, but somehow it felt more of a challenge than a punishment.  It was an excuse to get me out of my head, to stop thinking about my fears and do something.  I had an excuse to do the thing I knew I needed to do.  Instead of panic I felt courage.  He pulled away from me, the drove off as I watched him I couldn’t help but smile.

My cheerfulness didn’t last long.  The first place was a grocery store.  I felt anxiety just approaching a cashier let alone a manager but I made myself do it.  The woman said the manager was busy but gave me an application.  I thanked her and went on my way.  The next place was a little more subdued as it was a cell phone store.  The place wasn’t busy but there was no manager around so the man there gave me another application.  It went on like that for five more stores.  I was starting to feel exhausted already and decided to get a bottle of water and a snack from a place where I also asked for an application.  I went out to the bench in front of the store.

Collecting applications was easy, I thought, so at least I won’t get a spanking, but then I looked to the wooden bench and there was an ache in my butt so bad I had to reach back to tell myself it wasn’t real, just a memory.  It wasn’t the pain itself.  It was the idea of being back over his lap, the weight on my chest, and the feeling of being naked.  It was the idea of being so vulnerable with him and being able to trust him not to take advantage of me.  I could walk around his house in my underwear.  He’d never bully me, belittle me, or haze me.

With a renewed feeling of confidence I continued my challenge.  I found the next couple to be a little more interested and got to talk to the managers.  But the most eager ones seemed like they would be the hardest to work for and I had my reservations about even returning the applications.  The most interesting was a coffee shop that offered ‘flexible hours’ but said that the hardest shift to get was in the morning because people made the most in tips.  By the end of my job hunt I was feeling pretty tired by the time I got back to where Mr. Grant had dropped me off.  I had thirty applications in hand and some stories to tell about the managers I had met. 

He was right there where he said he would be, and five minutes early.  I got into the car, buckled up, and he began to drive.  I told him that I had collected the applications and that I looked forward to filling them out and returning them.  He seemed pleased by my accomplishment and said that as a reward we’d go to the mall.  We made our way to the food court where he let me pick out the place to get food. 

We made small talk over lunch and I thought somehow that it was over.  I thought we’d go back home and I’d fill out the applications, maybe play some video games and jerk off, or else we’d watch a movie but we didn’t, I didn’t.  He raised his eyebrow to me and said there was another challenge.  I nodded in acceptance.

“The mall is next,” he said.  “I want you to go around to at least fifteen stores and do the same thing.”
I groaned at his comment and he looked to me with a renewed seriousness.  I suddenly realized just how much like a little boy I was and how much of a man he was as I thought about my reaction.  He was trying to teach me responsibility and I was trying to manipulate him out of my obligations.

Collecting the fifteen was easy.  The best place I thought to work was a place that sold designer eyeglasses, both prescription and nonprescription.  There were two people working there and they both seemed kind of gay, at least the man did.  The woman was fashionable and she could have been a lesbian.  I’d never find out for sure. 

When I finished my collection I texted Mr. Grant to find out where he was and he said he was waiting outside the movie theater.  He asked if I wanted to see a show starting in ten minutes.  I said replied, ‘sure’ before looking at my clock and estimating the time to get across the mall.  It was an easy walk, though I felt pressure to be as quick as I could be.  He had the tickets in hand, gave me one.  I got in line behind him in front of the person who checks the tickets. 

Just past the man he stopped and looked to the concession stand.  Without thinking I said, “hold on let me see if they have an application” and walked away before he could say anything.  I saw one person was reloading the popcorn machine and moved to her.  I stepped close and asked if the theater was hiring and if I could get an application.  She said they were and would get me one.  I hoped I wasn’t making us too late but collecting applications started to have its own reward.  Mr. Grant moved up behind me, put his arm around me in a friendly sort of way. 

“Actually I was going to ask if you wanted anything,” he said.

“Oh, well, some popcorn and a drink,” I said.

When the woman came back with the application Mr. Grant signaled to her that he wanted to order.  She asked him what he wanted and he ordered the date package with two drinks, one popcorn, and one box of candy.  I looked at the prices and felt guilty for a moment before he said I could pick out the candy.  I moved to the case, pointed to my favorite.  She smiled at us as she collected everything, more when he paid.  It was a knowing smile, like that she liked gay men, or that her cousin was gay, maybe an uncle.  I took my drink.  He took his.  I grabbed the candy.  He picked up the popcorn.  We couldn’t help but laugh at each other as we walked away into the theater. 

We were five minutes late and the previews had already started.  It was easy to find a seat because there were only a few other people there and they were mostly in the front.  I led him to the back of the theater where we could sit under the projector, see if ushers entered.  We snacked through the rest of the previews and into the first ten minutes of the movie until we settled into our seats and everything seemed normal. 

That’s when I reached over into his lap.  He squirmed a little at my touch, reached to my hand.  I grabbed hold of the fabric of his crotch until I could feel his dick.  He moaned a little and I let out a silent laugh.  I leaned to him, kissed him on the cheek and whispered for him to be quiet or he’d attract attention.  I worked him through the rest of the movie.  We left as soon as the credits started.  I was headed for the car but he grabbed hold me at the first unused, fire exit door.  He closed the door behind us.  We made sure no one saw us or was following us.  It seemed clear.  He pulled me into a kiss with his back against the door.  I sunk to my knees, pulled out his dick.

The concrete was hard on my knees, the stairwell had this weird echo effect.  His dick was hard and slick.  I knew his underwear was a mess and it made me smile.  I started with the tip as usual, decided to make it a quick one because I couldn’t get to his balls and where we were.  It was easy to get him to my throat for the first few sucks but oddly my gag reflex started to act up so I simply sat back on my feet, wiped the spit from my lips with the back of my hand and worked his dick with my other hand.  It was fun to pull and squeeze it.  I loved the feeling of the head of his dick just before my hand would slip over it.  I moved out of the way before he had an orgasm, let the cum shoot over my shoulder and onto the floor. 

He tucked himself back inside as we began to laugh.  The blob of ejaculate looked like an odd spill, maybe someone would think it was spit.  We checked each other over before we ran down the stairs laughing as we did.  It was easy to get back to his car.  When we got there I couldn’t help myself.  I moved with him to the driver’s side door, pressed my body against his and we kissed again.  This time he grabbed the back of my head and held me there with our tongues slipping against each other for a long time before we pulled apart and looked around to see no one else was around, no one had seen us.  We laughed more as I ran around to the passenger seat. 

Act Your Age Ch 15 - The Restaurant

The next morning I awoke to see Mr. Grant on the side of the bed with his back to me.  He was in just a pair of boxers so I could make out every detail of the skin of his back.  I studied the way it clung to his narrow, muscled frame.  I liked the small of his back, the way his rib cage was formed there, his spine.  I got up on my knees and crawled to him, hugged him from behind, pressed my naked body against his skin.  He sighed.

“I think I did the right thing,” he said.

I squeezed him tight and kissed at the back of his ear.  I felt the stress leave him as he relaxed into my body.  He turned his head to me and we kissed for a moment before he stopped and turned his head away.  I went back to his ear where I nipped and licked at it.  My lips were wet so I took advantage of the saliva to move down his neck where I suckled at his flesh before I moved over his shoulder.

Letting him go I kissed between his shoulder blades, moved slowly down his spine until I reached near the middle of his back where I stopped and moved back up.  I kissed again between his shoulders before I moved to his other ear where I nipped and licked.

My dick was hard and I wanted him more than anything else.  I took hold of him again and pulled him onto the bed where I maneuvered him onto his back.

“What are you doing?” he asked with a smile.

His hands went to my sides as we stared each other in the eye.  I knew we both wanted it.  He had denied it for so long, kept me guessing when it would happen.  He pulled his feet onto the bed and I moved over him.  His hard deck tented up against his boxers brushed against my own erect cock.  I lowered myself to his lips but I felt him tense again.  He didn’t like to kiss.

So I went for his neck instead, made a trail of kisses down over his muscled, hairy chest down the waistband of his underwear that I pulled down his thighs, over his knees, and off.  I knew he wanted to fuck me and this might be my only chance.  I ran my fingers and my tongue back up his long legs to his sides, pushed against his dick with my chin so that I could kiss it, ran my tongue down between his balls.  He tasted of soap and light sweat.

I licked up the shaft to the bulbous head as his foreskin had already rolled back.  I took it in my mouth and began to suck.  His hands went to my head, his fingers through my new haircut felt stranger than anyone before him.  The long, thick cock was at its hardest.  I worked it to the back of my mouth, nearly choking myself to cause more spit to form in my mouth, run from my lips.  I was getting him ready.  I pulled off and worked him a little to make sure it was slick.
Sensing that I was about to sit up over him, push myself down, he stopped me as he reached for his dresser drawer.

“It’s okay,” I said.  “I do this all of the time.”

“That’s what I’m worried about,” he said.

I looked up to him confused at first and then felt insulted.  I wasn’t a whore, but I also didn’t use protection.  I felt insulted and angry about his comment.  I let go of his dick, stepped off of the bed, then walked away to my dresser drawer.  He got up from the bed, crossed the room, and pressed himself against my backside.  I felt his wet dick covered in my spit and the warmth of his body, the hairs of his chest.

“I’m sorry but it’s true,” he said.  “And I’m just not ready for that, not that way.  I don’t want you to feel you have to do it.  I don’t want to be another notch in your belt.”

He turned me in his arms, kissed me on the lips.  For once I was with someone who didn’t just want to conquer me, use me.  Somehow it felt more dangerous.  How long could it last?  We pulled apart from each other, looked each other in the eye.  It wasn’t over.

“I care for you too,” I said.  “And I still want you to fuck me.  I need something.  I want to feel you inside me.  This isn’t just some notch.  You make me a better person.”

“Not now,” he said.

He ran his finger along my jaw bone before he stepped away from me.  It felt as if some invisible cord ran from his finger back up to my chin.  I bit my lip as I watched him walk away to the bathroom.  Instead of following after him I went to the bed where I lay face down in a pillow to pout about his neglect.  I listened to him in the shower.  I thought about how I had sat in the bathtub after a spanking.  I reached back to my ass, rubbed my bruised, healing skin.  It wasn’t long before he was out of the shower and back in the bedroom with a towel over his shoulder.

“Are you upset with me?” he asked.

“No,” I said.

I tried my best to hide my disappointment but I wasn’t sure that I was convincing.  In fact maybe I wanted him to know I was lying because then he would know he really had hurt my feelings.

“Do you want to see my restaurant?”

I hadn’t expected him to ask but I felt a sudden change in my emotions when he did because though I hadn’t really thought about it I knew it was one step closer to him.  I rolled over on the bed and looked to him.  He smiled back.

“Of course,” I said.

“Get dressed,” he said.  “We’ll get breakfast on the way.”

As embarrassing as the morning had been I managed to forget it once I got to the car.  I was dressed normally, though my briefs felt unusually tight.  I had almost gotten used to the feeling of them as they held everything snug.

We stopped at a coffee shop halfway there.  It was strange to go inside with him.  It felt so normal yet I knew we were together.  I just wasn’t sure how to label it.  Were we lovers?  Were we friends?  Were we good friends?  As we waited in line he asked me what I wanted to drink and I told him.  It felt like a casual topic until we got to the counter and he ordered my coffee for me along with a healthy snack.

When we got our orders he led the way to a table and said he was worried about spilling something in his car.  I let out a nervous laugh until I realized he was serious.  The chair was hard but I could bear it.  There were a few other couples, mostly heterosexual, everyone else was on their way to work or some casual activity.  I could see one person through the window on a laptop.  The sun was over my shoulder and I could hear cars going by on the road nearby.  It was a nice moment that I decided to memorize.

After finishing our snack and coffee we went back to his car.  It was nice to be riding around with someone, especially someone like Mr. Grant, but I couldn’t help but notice that I felt like the passenger.  We got inside and I adjusted myself in the seat before buckling up.  He noticed.

“Still hurts?”

“Yes sir,” I said.

“Good,” he replied with a smile.

I raised an eyebrow to him and he noticed.  He reached over and put his hand on my knee and told me it would get better.  I wasn’t sure if he meant that I would learn to endure the pain or that the spankings would no longer be needed.  I hoped for the latter.

Minutes later we were at his restaurant in the city.  I could tell from the facade that it was an upscale place.  It was an exciting thought to know someone who owned his own restaurant.  I couldn’t help but grin at it as he stood next to me.  He wrapped one arm around my back and ushered me inside with an easy use of his own key.  We stepped inside and I was immediately taken by the coat check area to my left.  He wasn’t as interested as I was and pulled me along inside to the dining area.  It was upscale.  There was a bar along the far wall.  All of the tables and chairs looked like solid wood.  I felt out of place.  It’s emptiness didn’t help and I could tell a few things were out of place, needed work, like the chandeliers.

“We’re going to be fixing this up soon,” he said.  “Come with me and I’ll show you where I’ll be working.”

He led me to the kitchen where he opened the door for me.  I stepped inside and immediately noticed how bare the place was because there were no pots and pans, no dishes, cabinets were missing doors, and the stove was pulled out slightly.  There was a layer of grime on everything, little stains of dirt.

“We’re having the place fumigated soon.  I get to pick out all new kitchenware.”

He was easily the happiest I had ever seen him.  This was his dream.  This was his fantasy and it was right there.  We were standing in it.  I couldn’t help but smile.

“We should take some pictures,” I said, “kind of like a before and after.”

“That’s a good idea.  You should do that.  What’s wrong?”

I moved face to face with him, looked up into his eyes.

“You just look so happy,” I said.  “It’s contagious.”

He kissed me briefly on the lips before he stepped around me and went to the refrigerator.  He opened the door and invited me to look inside which I did.  It was empty, desolate.

As good as I felt there with him I wanted to feel better.  I wanted him to feel better.  I moved to him, kissed him on the lips again as I grabbed for his crotch.  I felt through the fabric to his dick where I took hold and began to work it.  He pulled away slightly but I kept at him by kissing at his neck.  He sighed.  I reached up and unbuttoned his shirt.  He undid my belt buckle, untucked my shirt.  My hands ran over his as I reached for my own buttons which I undid easily as I continued to kiss his skin.

“Wait,” he said.  “The front door is unlocked.”

“So what, we’re closed for business.  We’re spraying for cockroaches.”

I pushed him back against the metal table as I sunk down to my knees.  I undid his belt, opened his pants, pulled them down enough to get at his underwear.  I untucked his dick and balls, kissed at the base where his pubes were.  I could smell soap and sweat again.  I licked along the shaft to the head of his erection.  I wet my lips, wrapped them over my teeth and stuck his dick between them.  I was a few inches down when he took hold of my head.  He ran his fingers through my hair.  I pulled off my shirt and handed it up to him.  He tasted clean as I sucked as hard as I could.  As hard as he felt in my hand his flesh still gave to my mouth, my throat, until I could feel spit running down my chin.

I worked him until my knees got sore.  I worked him until whatever I had been feeling was over, then I worked him some more.  He grunted and moaned with my manipulations.  When he got close I started to pull on his balls to try and make him last longer.  It wasn’t much more to get him over the edge.  He erupted in my mouth, over my tongue, filled my cheeks, and the cum slowly worked down my throat.  I suckled until every last sensation had been drained from him.

“That was so good,” he said.

I looked up to him.

“Thank you sir,” I said.

Afterwards we got dressed, checked each other for any kind of evidence for what we had done and then he put his arm around me as we walked out of the restaurant.  I stopped to lock the door and I looked back at the facade.  Neither of us would think of it the same way and that was a good thing.

Act Your Age Ch 14 - Lines

As soon as I sat down in the car everything about me changed.  I was angrier.  He still had my phone.  He was still going to punish me.  Everything I ate suddenly felt twice as large in my stomach and I still had half of a burger in a take home container.

“Just give me back my phone.”

“Were you rude to the waitress?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Were you rude to me?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Did you continue to be rude through the whole meal?”

It was that threat of a spanking that had ruined it.  No, not a threat, a promise, the promise of being punished.  It was his fault.  No, it was my fault.  I knew I had no ground but I didn’t want to compromise.  I didn’t want to surrender.  I deserved everything I was going to get.

“Just take me home,” I said.

“Yours or mine?”

I sighed.

“Yours,” I said.  “Look, I guess I wasn’t in a good mood and playing games helps me.  I just wanted, I don’t know, to feel better.”

“But you didn’t.  That game didn’t improve anything.  You could have talked to me.  You could have said something but instead you chose to escape and when I called you on it you just ignored me.”

“I didn’t ignore you,” I said.

“Yes, you did.  I want you to slip your pants and your underwear down right now and get over my lap.”

I looked him in the eye.  It was dark.  We were in the back of the parking lot.  There wasn’t anyone else around.  It was unlikely someone would see me, but hear me?  They might just hear me if he gave me a good spanking.  I wanted to refuse.  I wanted to get spanked.  It was a mixture of feelings that made me want to strike out in anger and cry at the same time.

I unbuckled my belt, put my thumbs in the waistband of my pants and underwear, the dress slacks and white briefs he had picked out for me to go job hunting.  I pushed them down, all of the way to my ankles, felt the leather on my bare ass for a moment before he signaled for me to lay across his lap.  I looked out but no one was around, not even a  sound in the parking lot.  I got up, knees on the space in the middle of the bench seat, hands out towards the door.  I worked myself into position until my ass was vulnerable.

He swatted me a few times.  Everything I had felt all day, my feeling of anger, my feeling of regret, my embarrassment felt like it was in my bones.  The pain began to build, but it was familiar despite his force.  The pain held in my cheeks, each strike felt like it went through my body then back again to those two points, those two soft, round globes.  I swear it wasn’t the pain though that caused me to cry at first.  It was everything else.  I finally had some way to release myself, some place where I could be weak.

I sobbed quietly into my forearms and he paused for a moment, shifted me a little, then continued.  I cried as he spanked me.  Me over his lap in his car and in a parking lot.  We were so vulnerable.  I was so vulnerable and yet with him I felt safe.  One cheek, then the other in a rhythm that echoed in the enclosed space until my sobs got louder.

It was a struggle to not scream, to bring attention neither of us wanted, but I did it, though the sound of him hitting my ass wasn’t much quieter.  It ringed in my ears as I cried everything out over his thighs.  It felt good to have done it.  I felt relieved.  I felt empty in some satisfying way. 

Finally, I begged him to stop which he did.  I felt my shirt halfway up my back.  All emotion was gone from me.  I felt my pants and underwear around my ankles which had become locked around each other.  My cock and balls smashed against his leg.  I felt as if I had gone through a great darkness only to return to my body in that car. 

“Have you learned your lesson?” he asked.

“Yes sir,” I said.

“Get up,” he said.

Once I had the strength I pushed myself up from his lap and back to my seat where I sat for a moment and yelped in pain only to reach for my pants and underwear and drag them up over my red, bruised butt.  When I sat back down I leaned onto the door, shifted as far as I could on one end of a cheek.

“What lesson did you learn?”

“To be more respectful to you and to other people.  I won’t play my games at the dinner table when we’re out to eat.”

“And?”

The question caught me off guard at first as I wiped the tears away from my eyes.  I felt my face was red, possibly as red as my ass, snot clogged my nose.  It felt like everything was trying to leave my body, even me.  I thought for a moment about what had happened, then I remembered what he had told me in the car.

“That I should talk to you and tell you what I’m feeling instead of distracting myself.”

“Good,” he said.  “Now buckle up.”

It hurt to shift when I did, but I managed to do it without crying or yelling, but once it was in place I went back to the farthest part of skin I could.  It barely felt better than my whole ass but it was something.

We drove back in silence.  I fell asleep by the time we got there, but awoke when he pulled into the driveway.  He parked the car, turned off the headlights and ignition, undid his seat belt.  I watched him get out, go the house door, unlock it and open it.  I thought for a moment he would forget about me, but then I saw him headed back to the car.   I moved away from the door before he opened it.  He reached down, undid my seat belt, then put his arm around my back, under my thighs, and lifted me out.  I felt safe and warm in his arms.  He carried me inside to the bathroom where he set me on my feet.  I leaned against the counter and he started the water before going back and closing the main door. 

When he got back to me he turned me a little, undid my shirt, my belt buckle was all ready open, so he undid my pants and helped me out of them.  He stripped me down, put his hand on my shoulder and led me over to the tub where I stepped inside and lowered myself into the water.  I positioned myself on the least amount of my ass possible, leaned back into the tub to decrease the weight. 
He waited until the water was past my navel before he turned it off.  It felt strangely rewarding after such a punishment but then again there had been two parts to my day.  There had been one part where I worked really hard and had been successful and another when I had failed miserably.

At his urging I leaned forward and he slowly did my back.  There was barely any feeling in my ass, just small twinges.  When I was clean he helped me out and dried me off, hugged me, then walked me to the desk in his room where he told me to sit.  I did so obediently.  He placed a pen and paper in front of me.

“I want you to write, ‘I will be more respectful of people.’ on one line, then the next to write, ‘I will not smoke.’  Write those two sentences until I get out of the shower.  You’re going write the second line fifty times every night for a week before bedtime.  Do you understand me?”

“Yes sir,” I said.

He left me there and for a moment I thought about not writing those sentences.  I thought about going to him, forcing my way into the shower, and kissing him.  I wanted to be in the shower.  I wanted to help bathe him, but I knew I was too tired and I had my penance.  Instead I picked up the pen and I began to write.

Act Your Age Ch 13 Pt 2/2 - Out to Eat

Out of habit I took my phone from my pocket as we sat down at the dinner table.  My new haircut and clothes felt strange to me.  Grant seemed to be distracted by the restaurant, the menu, and we hadn’t talked for a while so I just thought I’d pass the time.  I thumbed through my programs and found a game I liked so I started it.  My eyes were on the screen when the waitress came to our table.  I didn’t even look up.

“What will it be?”

“I’ll have a cola,” I said.  “I don’t care which brand.”

“And for you?”

“I’ll have a coffee,” he said.  “Thank you.”

She walked away and I heard him clear his throat, but I didn’t look up.  I continued with my game even when she returned though I could see out of the corner of my eye that she was setting down both drinks.  I heard him say, “thank you” and I echoed the sentiments.  She paused a moment but he signaled to her that we needed more time.

“That was very rude,” he said.

“What?” I asked.

“You were rude to the waitress,” he said.

I paused the game and looked over at him.  I could tell he was serious so I looked for the waitress.  Had she been there I would have apologized and thanked her more sincerely but she was gone.  I looked back to him as he picked up the menu, but when he seemed distracted again I returned to my game.

“Do you know what you’re having?” he asked.

“Just a burger and fries,” I said.

He didn’t respond and my score was getting higher so I focused my energy on the game.  Finally he closed the menu and sat back, drank from his coffee, then put it back down.  I thought to drink from my soda but didn’t want to pause again.  I felt him begin to stare at me and I thought about my parents who got annoyed with me always playing some game and I thought to stop, put it away, and apologize but it felt too good to be lost in that digital world and I didn’t like the idea of passing the time.  I didn’t like small talk and idle conversation.

“Do you feel up for dessert?” he asked.  “They have a sundae here that looks pretty good.”

“That’s just the advertisement,” I said.  It felt like I was talking to my parents and the next words out of my mouth were what I would have said to them, not what I should have said to him.  “Don’t bother me, I’ve got a really high score.”

I regretted the words right after I spoke them so I apologized but continued to play.  He crossed his arms and I thought about stopping but I didn’t want to concede, not now, not over this.  When the waitress returned he sat up but I stayed focused.

“I’ll have the steak salad.  He’ll have the hamburger and fries with a side of Ranch dressing.  And can we get some chicken wings for an appetizer?”

“Mild or hot?” she asked.

“Hot,” he said.

“If that’s everything just let me go place your order.  You shouldn’t have long to wait for the appetizers.  I’ll be back shortly.”

“Thank you,” he said.

She walked away and he took another sip from his coffee before setting it back down.  This time he leaned across the table to me.  I knew it was serious.  I felt a jolt in the middle of my spine that struck out into my gut and I could feel it clench.

“When we get home you have a lesson to learn about some manners,” he said.

I paused the game and looked at him.  He was serious.  I knew exactly how he would teach me that lesson.  My ass clenched, the chair felt more solid, but everything else was flying away from me in all directions until there were just his eyes, steady in a mask of seriousness.

“Wait, no, I’m sorry.  I was just playing my game.”

“Too late,” he said.

“Aw, come on,” I said.

He shook his head and leaned back.  It was over.  I knew what was going to happen when we left the restaurant.  I knew what was going to happen when we got home.  I turned off the game and set my phone down on the table.  I looked to make sure no one else was around, especially the waitress.

“Can we talk about this?” I asked.

“You don’t want to talk,” he said.  “You’d rather be playing that game.”

I looked to it.  Even at that point it was still appealing, some escape from what I was feeling, some escape from my future, but I stopped myself from picking it back up.

“Look I was just distracting myself.  It’s so boring and I knew you’d order for me.”

“That’s a poor excuse,” he said.  “You were rude to the waitress.  You didn’t even thank her the last time she was at the table.”  He paused when she got close and asked if everything was all right, which he said it was as he looked to her, but then returned his gaze to me.  “She’s not someone to ignore.  She works hard and she doesn’t deserve the way you treated her.”

“I’ll apologize,” I said.

“What about me?” he asked.

I looked to the game.

“I’ll put it away,” I said.

“Too late,” he said.

He reached across the table and picked up my phone.  I tried to stop him but wasn’t quick enough.  I watched him turn it off, then put it in his pocket.  It was my phone.  I paid for it myself, well my parents had anyway.  I wanted it back.  I wanted the game back.  I looked around to see if anyone else had seen what he did, but no one was paying attention to us.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, “but I need my phone back.”

“I’ll give it to you at the end of the night,” he said.

“That’s not fair.  It’s mine.”

“And you were being rude,” he replied.

“Just give it back,” I said.

“No,” he said.

I sat back and crossed my arms.  I knew I was only making it worse for myself but I was angry, and worse I knew there was nothing I could do about it.  I knew he was right but I didn’t like the feeling.  He could be very thorough with his punishment, at least a spanking, maybe wash out my mouth.  I began to pout though I worried I was only raising the stakes.  Did I just elevate from over the knee with the hand to something else?  Would he use the brush or worse?  Would I get the belt?

We waited like that until she came with the chicken wings.  The smell of them instantly reminded me of how hungry I was and when she set them down in the middle of the table with two plates it felt like it was bringing us back together.  I knew he had ordered them for the both of us but something in me made me want to resist.

“Is everything okay?” she asked.

I nodded.

“Everything is fine,” he said.

“Do you want other types of dressing?”

“No, this is fine,” he answered.

“Well, enjoy,” she said before leaving.

“Sit up and have a chicken wing,” he said.

“No,” I replied.  I regretted that it made me sound petty.

I watched him put a few wings on his plate, then begin to eat.  The wings looked delicious and they smelled great but thinking about being punished later made me not want to participate.  I looked away.

“Are you going to give me the silent treatment?”

I didn’t answer.

“You have what you have coming anyway.  You might as well enjoy the food.  Come on, sit up and eat something.”

I looked to him.  It felt as if he was pleading with me now.  I decided to take pity on him and sat up, took a wing and cup of dressing.  There were lots of other people around us talking.  Their ambient sound somehow made me forget for a moment so I started eating, but maybe it was just to blend in with them, not signify to them something was wrong.  We split the bowl and cleaned our fingers with naps that had been left for us.  It wasn’t long after that our entrees arrived.

Half way through the burger, as I was feeling full, I remembered that as pleasant as it was there was still going to be pain afterwards.  I might forget.  I might even convince myself that I could get him to forget but I knew he wouldn’t.  I could take him out drinking.  I could tell him my life story until he was bored, but it wouldn’t be enough.  We’d still be in that room.  He’d still sit on that chair.  I’d still be over his lap with my pants and underwear down around my ankles.

“Any dessert?” she asked.

“I’ll have the sundae.  Maybe I can talk him into a few bites,” he said.

“I’ll be right back,” she said.

He began to eat.  I wanted that sugary taste, just a little to ease my stomach.  He saw my interest and pushed the extra spoon across the table.  I sat up again, took the spoon, then leaned over the table to the dish as he offered it.  I took a spoonful, put it in my mouth, but suddenly it tasted bitter instead of sweet.  Despite the feeling I cleaned the spoon, set it back down and motioned I didn’t want anymore.

“Don’t like it?” he asked.

“No,” I said.

I crossed my arms.  My ass still burned and I worried it was only going to get worse.

Act Your Age Ch 13 Pt. 1/2 - Out to Eat

The next morning I woke up to find Mr. Grant’s side of the bed was empty.  I pushed myself from the bed and used the restroom before wiping off the remnants of cream from my ass, drying it carefully, and finding a pair of briefs in my drawer.  My undershirt hung loose about my sides as I looked at myself in the mirror.  Each day is a new day, I told myself before heading to the kitchen.

If I had known there was a stranger in there I wouldn’t have gone inside right away, as casually as I did.  I would have stayed out of view by the doorway, listened a little, tried to figure out who else was there and then maybe, just maybe, I would have gone in but most likely I would have gone back to the bedroom and waited, maybe got dressed.  But I didn’t, I walked into the kitchen still dressed, or in my case undressed, in my briefs and undershirt. 

I saw the stranger from behind, his shoulders, and his hairy arm.  Grant was right there as well by the table with his hands in his pockets.  I went to the refrigerator and took out the soy milk and set it on the counter.

I looked across the kitchen to Grant who continued to stare and the stranger turned in his seat and looked to me.  I could smell cigarette smoke and crinkled my nose.  I felt foolish standing there.

“Hi,” the man said.

“Hi,” I responded.

He turned away from me and looked to Grant who grimaced.  I knew I had done something wrong but he was waiting for me to correct myself.  I was hungry and cranky like I normally am in the morning so I didn’t feel like playing games, after all he was the stranger.  I made myself cereal, put everything away, and headed over to the kitchen table where I normally eat.  I set the bowl down and looked to the two men who stared back at me. 

“I’m Shane,” I said offering my hand.

“I’m Michael,” the man said. 

He took my hand with a firm grip and we shook.  I realized just how foolish I must have looked to him, especially this close, him seated, and me in my briefs.  I was dressed for bed but he was clearly dressed for work.  I took back my hand and moved to the chair across from them.

“I’m Grant’s business partner,” he said.

“Cool,” I said.

Grant was happier about my behavior but there was still something bothering him.  As much as I knew I should excuse myself I wanted to stay and listen, participate if I could.  Michael pulled out his pack of cigarettes and knocked one loose.  I looked to him with envy because I was still in the process of quitting.

“Cigarette?” Michael asked.

“No thanks,” I said.

“Right, boys don’t smoke,” he said.

I knew right then that Michael was Grant’s ex-boyfriend and current business partner.  I looked to Grant as my ass cheeks clenched.   The wooden chair suddenly felt foreign.  I had sat on it several times before with sore cheeks but it was the first time I felt humiliated.  I expected, I wanted, Grant to say something, to correct Michael in some way, yell at him, spank him even but he didn’t.  Grant cleared his throat.

“Why don’t you take that in the living room,” he said.

I looked to Michael.  I wanted to run away.  I wanted to get dressed, come back, confront him in some way.  I wanted to yell at him right then.  I thought about Grant and I didn’t.  Instead I got to my feet, shook his hand, and then excused myself to the living room with my bowl of cereal.  I turned on the television and found an episode of the Colbert Report that had been recorded.  I set the volume just loud enough that they wouldn’t think I was trying to spy on them.

They began to talk in low, serious voices.  I thought to still try and spy on them, sneak over to the doorway, but then I thought of myself sitting there and I knew it would be foolish plus it was none of my business.  They talked for a long time.  From what I could hear Grant was talking him out of the restaurant business and trying to convince him to move on to something else. 

When I finished my cereal, drank all of the milk from the bowl, I put it down on the coffee table and sat back on the couch.  It was easy to zone out, just before the end of the episode they got up from their chairs in the kitchen and began to walk my way.  I thought to get up but I wanted to stay in my safe place.  They walked to the front door where Grant showed him out.  He walked over and sat before falling over into my lap where he lay his head on my thighs. 

Instinctively my hand went to his hair where I ran my fingers over his scalp.  He felt drained but relieved.  We watched the end of the show, then I found something else.  We finished it.  I could have sat there all morning like that but he got up, looked to me.  He was refreshed and I could tell he had intent in his eyes.

“Are you off today?”

I nodded.

“Have you had any luck finding a job?”

“No,” I said.

“We should do something about that.”

“What?” I asked.

“First thing, we get you a haircut, something conservative.  Then, we get you a new pair of pants and a shirt, maybe some shoes.  We’ll make some inquiries while we’re at it.  You never know who’s hiring.”

“Okay,” I said.

It felt strange as we both went to his room where we got dressed at the same time.  He had such enthusiasm that I was worried about how far it would go.  I hadn’t really been looking for a job.  I didn’t really want one.  And the idea of getting a haircut was kind of intimidating.  It reminded me of when my mother would take me after it had grown out to just the length I liked.  I liked my hair long and messy. 

But I was dragged along by his energy.  We went out to his car.  I got in the passenger seat and he got in the driver’s seat.  I looked over at my house.  I had one brief thought to escape, to hide in my bedroom, but then he pulled out of the driveway.  That sealed the deal.  It was over.

Act Your Age Ch 12 - Worse Than A Hangover

I woke up to the feeling of being mostly naked, face down, and in a stranger’s bedroom.  For a moment I thought I had crashed in a bedroom at the party or else someone from the party had taken me home.  I shifted and something felt strange down there, on my crotch and on my ass.  It felt like briefs but tighter and thicker.  I rolled onto my back and sat up against the wall.  I looked to my crotch where I saw to my utter humiliation that I was wearing a diaper.  I poked it.  I ran my finger around its edges. 

At first I thought it was some kind of prank or hazing joke but then I looked around the room and saw that it was not a young person’s room.  It was more like a guest room.  That was when I remembered calling Grant.  He had to have put me in the diaper.  That meant he had seen me naked.  I felt myself shift in the diaper.  I reached inside to find that I had been powdered.  Not just diapered but wiped down and powdered.  I thought about him looking at my pink asshole, holding up my legs by my ankles.  I thought about my flaccid cock.  It was average, nothing to be embarrassed about but there was a knot in my stomach that wasn’t from the alcohol or the hangover because I knew this was no simple punishment.

I looked around for my clothes but I didn’t see them so I got out of bed and rubbed at my head as I made my way out of the room and down the hallway.  I was in Grant’s house and mostly naked, well a diaper, and he had seen me naked after all.  But I was unconscious, I told myself.  It was a mixture of feeling like I had never felt before and I rubbed at my tummy to try and ease the feeling there. 

The house felt empty, too quiet.  I went to the living room first, to his office, then finally looked out the side window to where I should have been able to see his car but it wasn’t there.  I wanted something to drink.  I headed to the refrigerator where I saw the note.  It was like so many notes my parents had left for me, written out in blue ink on lined paper and stuck there with clear tape.

I went to the store to get some groceries and run some errands.  Your clothes are in the dryer.  You made quite a mess last night and we need to talk.  - Grant

I opened the refrigerator door and saw a bottle of lime soda with only a little left inside as well as a box of pizza.  I took both and walked over to the couch where I sat.  I opened the box, took out one of the last two pieces and had a bite before putting it back in the box.  Sitting back I chewed away as I adjusted myself inside my diaper.  How long would he be gone?  Would I have enough time to get dressed?  I thought about getting my clothes but I wasn’t sure how dry they would be.  I leaned forward and took hold of the bottle. 

Everything I was doing felt rude and arrogant but there was little else for me to do.  I’d clean up, I told myself.  I drank straight from the bottle and leaned back against the couch, setting it between my thighs which felt kind of weird.  I scratched at myself and burped.  I was getting comfortable.  I wanted to crawl up there under a blanket and take a nap.  I was about to find something, go back to the bedroom if I needed, when his car pulled into the driveway and parked in its usual spot.  I thought about taking everything back to the refrigerator but it was too late.  I had been caught.

I heard him on the porch, at the front door, and finally his key as he unlocked it.  He opened the door and stood there with a bag of groceries in his hands.  They were from the gourmet store.  He set them on the coffee table, shook his head before he headed back out.  I got up and walked to the doorway.  I thought about going out to help him but the diaper was too much.  Maybe if I had a shirt, I told myself.  He came back carrying two bags and I moved out of his way, back to the couch where I looked inside the bag he had previously set down.  I found a box of cookies on top.  They were chocolate chips and already open.  I smiled as I took them out and got a few.  I sat down and listened.

“Would you bring the bag in here?”

I grunted and sighed as I got up and grabbed the bag.  I carried it to him, set it on the counter but he didn’t look at me and instead focused on putting everything away.  I watched him, moved to the small table there, leaned against it slightly.  I wanted to apologize.  I wanted to say that I would clean everything up, replace anything that had been ruined but I thought about the chair in his car which was not easy to do.  I needed another way out and I thought about our agreement.  He was going to punish me.  It wasn’t my decision to make about what would be a good recompense. 

“You screwed up pretty bad last night,” he said.  “I think you should be commended for calling me to come pick you up but I didn’t think I would ever find you the way you were.  You weren’t just drunk.  You were sick.”

He finished by placing the spaghetti noodles in the cupboard and turned to me, leaned against the counter.  He crossed his arms.  I could tell, I felt, that it was more than anger and sadness.  He was disappointed.  My shoulder tensed at knowing what he felt.  I had pissed myself.  I had pissed myself in his car while he was driving me home.  I felt the diaper on me and it felt a million times larger.  I felt as if I was shrinking.  I wanted to shrink.

“I had too much,” I said.

“Well, that’s going to be the last time for a long time.  No more drinking.”

“Okay,” I said.

“No video games, you’re limited on television hours, and internet privileges.  We’ll figure out hours and schedule later.  And you should be punished.”

There was a knot in my stomach and another in my throat.  I swallowed to try and make them go away.  I had never been through several punishments before.  I had been spanked, had a time out, grounded, but all at once.  I lifted my foot and scratched at my other leg.  He stared at me.

“I agree,” I said.

“Good,” he said.  “Come to the guest room after you clean up your mess in the living room.”

He walked past me, walked away, out through the house.  I wanted to follow after him right away, plead with him, and not give him time to get ready.  But he had had the whole night and morning to think about my punishment while I was sleeping.  I decided to do what he said.  I cleaned up the living room, then I headed to the bedroom.  He had drawn back the curtains to let in the light.  I looked to see if I could see anything outside, if anyone could see me through the window. 

He signaled for me to come to him.  I walked to him, sat where he pointed, leaned back until my legs were in the air.  He unfastened the diaper and I felt like I was the most vulnerable I had ever been with him.  He wiped away the powder and any oil with a moist towelette, dried me.  He retrieved a wooden paddle from the desk.  Eight, maybe ten inches in length, three or maybe four inches in width, and about a quarter of an inch thick.  I had seen it around but he hadn’t ever used it on me previously.  He held up my legs and I knew from my reading that this was rated as the most painful spanking position. 

“Don’t worry about saying anything.  I’m not going to lecture you.  I have another punishment for you.”

I gulped.  He swung and hit me.  I felt it and barely had time to recover when he struck me again.  My hole was exposed, my balls and dick against my belly, he tilted me a little more.  Two more strikes in quick succession and I let out a howl.  I knew from my previous punishment that I could be pretty loud without getting the attention of neighbors but I tried to restrain myself.  I hated the idea of explaining myself to cops.  He struck me but it didn’t feel as painful.  I thought the worst was over.

Then he struck me in a new spot.  I grunted.  He continued to work over my ass, my thighs, back and forth until I began to sob and he stopped.

“Alright young man get up,” he said.

He released my ankles and my feet fell to the floor.  I had a chubby.  I wanted to play with myself.  I was tempted to rub it a little as I sat up but I didn’t have time because he grabbed me by the ear and pulled me from the bed.  He led me to the desk where I spotted the hard wooden chair.  I thought he wanted me in a new position.

“Sit,” he said.

I tried to look at him but he had my ear.

“Please,” I said.

“Sit,” he ordered.

I sat.  The chair was hard, flat.  It pressed against my skin in all the wrong places, or maybe the right places.  He let go of my ear and I looked to where he set down the paddle.  Just in front of it was lined paper and a pen.

“I want you to write lines, fifty times, and then you’re going to compose a paragraph apologizing to me for getting so drunk, but remember I am proud you called, happy you made it home safe, and I don’t want you to think you can’t ever call me again.  It’s just that, well, what you did was very dangerous.”

I shifted on the seat which was already sticking to me.  My skin tingled in new places.  I moved forward a little, my thighs separated and my balls hung free.  There wasn’t as much contact area with my skin but I could feel the chair cutting across my thighs in a vicious line. 

“Pick up the pen and get ready to write,” he said.

I did.

“Write ‘I will never binge drink again.  I will be responsible when I drink.’ Now write that forty-nine more times.  Don’t forget the paragraph afterwards.  When you’re done come find me because I want you to read it to me.”

I looked up to him.  I squinted through the pain and my hangover.  I was in pain.  It was a kind of pain no one my age would have voluntarily endured, no one my age would have thought they would feel.  It was a special pain.  It was my pain.  I was going to endure it.  I was going to sit there and do just what he said.  Maybe there was a lesson for me to learn after all.

After I wrote out my fifty lines and my paragraph I peeled myself from the chair, then went to find Mr. Grant who was in the living room on his computer reading the news.  He set down his laptop, looked to me.  My eyes still burned and my butt ached.  My stomach felt like it was in knots.  I was naked before him, apologetic and humbled.

“Dear Mr. Grant, I am sorry for getting drunk last night.  I realize now that my binge drinking is dangerous and foolish.  I also realize that I am not yet legal age to drink but have done so anyway.” 

I felt myself tighten so I paused.  The next words were the most difficult.  I didn’t know where they came from as I wrote them but I could feel a burn of desperation as I did.  They were so honest that I almost didn’t put them down until I thought about how accepting Mr. Grant could be, how safe he made me feel. 

“What started as a game and a distraction became something else.  Drinking became a form of escape, and a form of self-destruction.  I am sorry that you found me drunk on my porch and had to take me to my bed.  I am sorry that I snuck away while we were at the beach.  I am sorry that while out with my friends I drank too much and let another man use me in a back room.  I realize it isn’t just an addiction but something else.  Please accept my apology and know that I have thought carefully about what I have done and what you have done for me.  I know that you want me to be a better person and I will try to be one.”

I looked to him and for a moment I thought he was about to cry before he got to his feet and stepped to me.  He looked me in the eye before he got closer and hugged me.  Everything that I had been holding inside ran up through my spine and to my mouth, my eyes.  I sobbed on his shoulder until it felt like everything had been pulled from me, even the nerves from my skin.  He held me closer until it felt like we were one person and I couldn’t hold myself up any longer.

That is when he pulled me down to sit on his lap.  I cried for a few more moments until I felt like there was nothing left in me.  He held me there for a long time until it felt like there was nothing more to be done.

Slowly I pulled myself from him, got to my feet.  He stood, placed one arm around me and led me to the bathroom where he drew me a warm bath.  I stepped into the water, sunk down onto my ass carefully, shifted the weight to my back.  I realized we had done this ceremony before yet this time it felt so much more powerful.  I washed myself, then he did my back.  Afterwards I got out and he led me to the bed where he pulled aside the covers and I lay face down and quickly fell asleep.

Act Your Age Ch 11 - Fucking Up

On the bus I almost began to regret my choice.  My ass still hurt so I shifted on my seat for some time before giving it up and standing to hold the railing.  The bus became crowded the closer it got to the beach.  All of these strangers, many of them had places to be or places they had been.  Many of them were coming from work or going to it, but some of them on the bus and in the street were aimless.  They looked strange to me.  They were homeless.  They were students.  They were out of place. 

As much as I hated my life, I realized, at least I wasn’t completely aimless.  I had goals.  I had ambitions.  Everyone wanted me to be something, wanted me to be someone else.  Everyone wanted me to be who they thought I should be.  My parents, my friends, and even Mr. Grant with his rules and punishments, but I wasn’t aimless.

But the thoughts were pushed from my head as more people crowded onto the bus.  I was always wary of someone trying to steal from me, especially on the bus when it got crowded.  Though I doubt very many people would want to reach into my skinny jeans but still it was possible.

It was over an hour to get out to the beach area where I had to catch another to head north.  I repeated the address and nearby street names that I had looked up over and over again in my head the closer I got until I recognized one.  I pulled the string for the next stop, got off, and took a moment to study my surroundings.  Direction is easy with an ocean nearby. 

The house was easy to find and the party had already started.  There were people on the porch and the front door was open.  I had a moment of hesitation as I realized it was a stranger’s house.  I was going into a stranger’s home.  But then I remembered Leo.

No one seemed to really notice me as I walked by them and entered.  Loud music played from a stereo somewhere.  I knew they all thought I was supposed to be there.  I was the right age, had the right clothing.  The house was smaller than I expected but nice.  I could tell right away from the framed posters on the wall and sparse, worn furniture that I was in young person’s house.  I made a pass through the place, then headed out the back to a small, fenced in yard where I found more strangers, and a pool. 

That’s when people began to look at me.  They could tell I was out of place.  I called Leo.  He picked up after the third ring.

“Hey, I’m here,” I said.

“Did you go in?”

“Yeah, I’m in the backyard.”

“Okay, see you in a few,” he said.

I looked around at all of the strangers.  A few of them watched me from the corners of their eyes.  I was about to call him back when I felt someone grab me from behind.  I let out a yell but he pulled me close.  His cheek against mine I could smell whiskey on his breath.  His hands grabbed at my chest in a too familiar way.  I was embarrassed as I looked around at everyone else.  Some people lost interest but others stared at us. 

“It’s good to see you,” Leo said.

“You too,” I said.  “But some people are staring at us.”

“Fuck ‘em,” he replied before yelling over my shoulder, “yes we’re gay and we’re proud of it!”

The people who had been looking turned away in disgust.  I started to raise my hand to address them further but Leo pulled me back into the house, turned me, and planted a kiss on my lips.  It was sloppy and tasted of the whiskey I had smelled but I kissed him back until the moment was over and we pulled away from each other.

“I was worried I wasn’t going to have any fun tonight,” he said.

Was I just a booty call?  I was okay with that.  Though I had called him.  But there I was at the party with him ready to break all of the rules.  He showed me over to where the alcohol was and poured us each a drink.  I picked up my cup, thought it over for a moment until he tapped his against mine then downed the drink.  I did the same.

After that it was easy to fall into old habits.  We became drinking partners.  He talked about his life.  I shared a little of my own.  I was four down when his friends from the beach approached.  They introduced themselves again to me and I took note of their names because I had forgotten them.  They were Trent, Parker, and Matt.  They were all straight and I could tell they were a little uncomfortable by the way Leo had his arm over my shoulder, the way he laughed into my ear, sometimes kissing it.
We made small talk for a few minutes before all of us headed outside to a table with empty chairs around it.  I was about to take my own seat but Leo pulled me onto his lap.  I felt embarrassed in front of his friends but I was also a little drunk.  We continued to drink.  The others had beer.  Leo and I stuck with liquor. 

The sun was setting and it quickly got dark and cold.  I could tell the others were getting bored and they were annoyed with me so after I got another drink I went to my own chair to sit.  They were more comfortable but I could tell everyone was bored.

“We should do something,” I said.

“Like what?” Mark asked.

“How about a game?  How about Truth or Dare?” I offered.

They looked around at each other and smirked.

“Let’s make it interesting.  First person to take a dare gets fifty bucks, ten from each of us goes into the pot.”

We all agreed and pulled ten dollars from our wallets.

“Okay, since you proposed it you have to go first,” Trent said.

This was my chance to get some easy cash, I thought.  But as I looked around at everyone else, thought about the easy way they agreed I wasn’t sure.

“Fair enough,” I replied.  “Truth.”

Leo sat up.  We looked to him.

“That guy at the beach.  Did you have sex with him?”

I rolled my eyes.  It was too easy.

“Does a blow job count?” I asked.

“Only a blow job?” Leo asked.

I nodded.

“You’re next,” I said.  “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” he said.

“Okay,” I said.  I looked around at the other guys.  “I dare you to strip down to your underwear for the rest of the game.”

He looked unimpressed as he pulled at his shirt.  I could tell he was more drunk than myself, drunker than I would have thought.  He threw the shirt to me, got to his feet, staggered a little, then dropped his shorts to reveal boxers.  He sat down, pulled the shorts off and put them on the table.  He laughed a little and asked who was next.

“Me,” Trent said.
“Truth or dare?” Leo asked.

“Truth,” he said.

“Have you ever gotten a girl to have anal sex and did you like it?”

The other guys laughed but I could tell Trent was a little annoyed.  He looked around at them before he took a drink.  He was stalling for time.

“Once,” he said, “and she didn’t like it but I did.”

“See you could switch teams and have all the anal sex you want,” Parker said.

“Not everyone gay guy is into the ass,” I said.

They looked to me.

“I am but not everyone.  I’m just saying.”

They all laughed at me.

“Who’s next? I asked.

Parker surprisingly raised his hand.

“Truth or dare?” Trent asked.

“Dare,” Parker said.

“Okay, I dare you to streak through the entire party starting and ending here.”

Parker nodded before getting to his feet.  I looked to him.  He was tall with muscled shoulders and chest.  He stripped down easily, covered himself with his hands, walked around the table and ran away from us into the house.  People screamed from inside, followed my laughter, and guys yelling.  He seemed to go through each room, then was back outside where Trent yelled that he had to do a lap around the pool.  I watched his muscled body, the way his thighs moved, his ass jiggled.  Halfway around he held his hands up in the air so that his cock began to flop around.  He ran straight at the table like that.  I counted seventeen flops.  His clothes were right where he left them.  I wished I had thought to move them, or at least hold them.  I looked to Leo only to find he was passed out. 

“Truth or dare Mark?” Parker asked.

“Truth,” he said.

“What’s the kinkiest thing you want do in bed with a girl?  And don’t say anal sex.  It’s boring.”

“That’s easy.  I’d like to get tied up and have sex with two chicks.”

“Back to you,” Parker said.

“Truth or dare?” Mark asked.

I felt emboldened by Parker’s nakedness.

“Dare,” I said.

“I dare you to jump into the pool.”

“Come on I don’t have any other clothes,” I said.

“That’s easy, go in your underwear.”

I thought about my briefs.  Normally I’d be wearing boxers and it wouldn’t be such a big deal but white briefs become transparent.  I sighed a my dilemma.  But a dare was a dare, even with Leo’s straight friends.  I looked over to the pool and they began to chant, “do it, do it”, so I got to my feet and they applauded me.  My shirt was easy.  I dropped it on the table.  I hesitated at my jeans.  They began to chant again.  I unbuckled my belt.  I unbuttoned my jeans.  I pulled them down, pulled off my shoes, then my jeans which I put on the table, and then my socks which I stuck in my shoes. 

“Nice underwear,” Parker said.

“Tighty whites, nice,” Mark said.

“You probably don’t want to wear them in the water,” Parker added.

“I know, I know,” I said.

Carefully I put my hand down inside took hold of my dick and balls, then pulled my briefs down and off with the other hand.  I put them on the table, walked away to the pool.  There was no one in the water.  I was naked in front of the party.  I pinched my nose shut with one hand before I jumped into the water. 

When I popped back up everyone was laughing.  I looked back to the table.  It seemed so far away and empty.  The guys were missing except Leo who was still asleep.  I realized my fatal mistake.  I didn’t have a dry towel.  I swam to the water’s edge, clung to the side.  That’s when I saw Mark, Trent, and Parker all running directly at me naked as well, their dicks flopping about as they yelled.  I ducked my head down right before they jumped over me.  I heard three large splashes and turned on them as they popped back up in the water laughing and splashing at each other.

Some others began to strip off their clothes as well and jump into the pool, most of them in their underwear but some naked.  It was a marvelous, erotic act even with the naked women.  I didn’t feel nearly as embarrassed as I did moments before when I was the only one, the first one. 

After the novelty wore off people began to pair up.  Trent and Parker made their way over to me as Mark had found a girl to kiss.  They asked if I wanted to get out and I said that I did.  The three of us got out at the same time, each of us covering ourselves with our hands as best we could.  I could see the goosebumps along their skin, the round shape of their asses.  We started to walk together.  I headed for the table but they signaled me to follow them inside where they led me to the bar.  There was barely anything left in the bottles.  They managed to find a beer each while I tucked one bottle under my arm and carried the second one in my hand.

The other party guests pointed and laughed at us but it was all good natured.  Some commented they had heard the splashes and someone had seen me.  I was feeling pretty good when I heard Parker whistle behind me.

“Someone has been a naughty boy,” he said.

I remembered the marks on my ass and thighs.  I remembered the spanking.  And I remembered Mr. Grant.  I was about to fall into self-pity when Parker slapped me on the ass.  I turned on him angrier than I had been at anyone in a long time.  I was ready to crack him with the bottle in my hand but quickly realized that with his muscled frame he could beat me without really trying.

“What happened?” he asked.

I bit my lip.

“You were a bad boy.  Who did that to you?  Was it daddy?”

I shook my head before I looked around at everyone else.  Trent had disappeared.  There was no one else I knew.  I wanted to say something but my voice was stuck.  What was there to say?  I turned away from him and walked away back outside to the table where I was happy to find my clothes.  Parker was right behind me.  He had stopped trying to cover himself.  He stepped next to me and I looked down to his limp dick.  It was uncircumcised, long and thick, among a nest of pubic hair.

“My eyes are up here,” he said.

I looked up to him.  I looked him in the eye.  He put his hand on my shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it.  I’m just fucking with you.  Though you do have a nice ass.”

It felt like a genuine moment.  He was being honest.  He was sincere.  I was ready to tell him everything when Trent interrupted us by offering us each a towel.  I set the bottles down, then took it and started to dry myself.  Parker wrapped his around his waist and sat.  Trent had already dried off and had it around himself.  I still wanted to get out of there so I was working myself pretty thoroughly so I could get dressed.

“Sit down and have a drink,” Parker said.

I was about to yell at him when I looked over to see him spread his knees far apart causing the towel to open.  I looked to Trent who nursed his beer.  I sat.  I picked up the nearly empty vodka and I drank it straight from the bottle.  It was easy going down.  They applauded me.