Wanderlust- Christmas Vacation

My first few weeks at college were a blur of ceaseless activities, everyone wanted to get to know everyone else, if only to know who to avoid in the future. There were many late nights, studying at odd hours like four in the morning just before the test, and talking to friends about the meaning of life, homesickness, and careers. But nothing classified you more than the frat experience. Some pledged to fraternities out of their league, while others like myself reluctantly joined a house only after my roommate, Michael, bothered me about it. We didn't pledge the same frat. He was more enthusiastic about the prospect than I was because he was a legacy at an elite frat. I joined a bunch of fellow hay seeds.

There was very little homosexual and homoerotic activity where I pledged. There was a paddle involved and a lot of us just being in our underwear, but it felt so casual, guys walked around in less in the dorm bathrooms. I didn't ask my roommate but I heard rumors about what he had to endure. I assumed there was a lot more paddling and humiliation to it. One person told me he spied on them once, saw all the pledges in cloth diapers. Another person told me they sodomized each other. Possibly the most accurate was a pledge having to lie naked in a coffin with his fraternity brothers around while he confessed everything he had ever done wrong so they'd know his secrets. My first thought was blackmail but the person I was talking to said it was for protection. I dreamed of being a fly on the wall when my roommate was doing it.

At over six foot tall he was a head taller than me and I had seen him naked around the room, in the bathroom. He was broad shouldered, muscular, and well hung. It was difficult imagining someone paddling him but not impossible because he had this kindness to him, a sense of humor. I knew he came from money but he never lorded it over anyone. He was actually generous with his time and his money. That's how I ended up going to his family's home for Thanksgiving and Christmas.

We'd been talking about our home lives one night when I mentioned I'd be staying on campus. He told me the school mostly closed but there was a traditional meal for students, faculty, and administrators who had nowhere to go. I made a sarcastic remark about a tin of beans and some canned ham which he laughed at a little but then he invited me to go to his family's home. I declined at first because I didn't want to impose but he told me to think about it. When I finally accepted he got a little excited about it, started naming things we'd do, things I'd get to see.

Thanksgiving was just a two day thing. We traveled up the day before, slept in his old room, me on the floor and him in bed, got up the next morning with everyone else. His father was a strict, intimidating man who had to win a handshake. His mother was a polite woman who I seemed to think of herself as being better than most people though she'd never say it. He had two brothers and a sister. One brother was older, the other was three years younger and his sister was the youngest, barely a teenager. They were polite to me but reserved. I kind of felt like I was getting the cold shoulder and about to think the whole thing was a disaster but Michael wouldn't let me get negative.

He took me around his hometown a little, showed me where he went to school and we got candy from a little store on Main Street but mostly it felt like we were killing time. That night everyone ate too much at dinner, we smoked and drank with the men in his father's study then went to bed. The next morning we left and traveled back to campus. We said it was to study, which we did a little but mostly it was to be on our own without people looking over our shoulders. His mother sent along supplies that lasted us a day and a half, after that we made trips into town to eat at one of the diners.

Christmas was different because for starters it wasn't at his father's home, instead it was at the family home, an old estate out in the rural, farmlands. But it wasn't a farm exactly, though they had horses and other farm animals, it was a mansion. The extended family was there so again we had to share a room but there were more servants, people who took care of things.

For once the holidays were about playing and fun, not full of chores and responsibilities. We did the things we were supposed to do, church and family time, but we also had a sense of personal time that we could do whatever we wanted. For Michael that usually meant hiking in the snow. The only good part of that is when we'd get back to the house, back to our rooms, and strip down for bed. Our room had its own fireplace but Michael wouldn't let me sleep on the floor as it was so cold outside. He insisted that we bundle together.

Everything was fairly ordinary. His parents did have an extra stocking by the chimney for me and it did have a few presents, though less than others. I had only thought to get him a gift, a pen and pencil writing set. He got me an engraved, metal bookmark. Really the gifts weren't the important parts though. The important part was not being alone, that and drinking with the other men after supper. Most of it was uneventful except the last night there.

The last night there we strolled back to the room arms around each other, drunk on brandy. We fell onto the bed together, a fire having already been made for us the room wasn't very cold. Side by side we chatted a little about things until we fell asleep. An hour later I woke up to the sound of him sleeping and an erection strained against the inside of my jeans. I barely gave it a thought, at least there was no worry, as I began to rub my dick as I stared at him. I worked myself until all I wanted was to have an orgasm and that's when he woke up, looked to me and smiled. At first I thought it was just the liquor and I half expected, wanted, him to turn over but he didn't. He sat up a little on his elbows, looked to me.

"Having fun?"

I was stunned by his question for a moment before I could think of just how ashamed I should have been. I had taken our intimacy, our friendship, for granted. This was it, it's over, I thought. But he just smiled at me, then he did something I didn't expect, he reached for my dick. He had hold of it for a moment until I pulled away, pushed myself to the edge of the bed, dizziness stopped me from moving away more and getting up.

"I won't tell anyone," he said. "It's normal."

My face flushed, my fingers tightened on the denim, and I could smell the fire burning a few feet away from us. I felt the bed shift as he got to his knees behind me and moved to my back, cautiously, gently, he wrapped his arms around me. I feared for a moment that he'd attack me though he had never been violent with me before but still I felt it. Instead he pulled me into his embrace, put his head on my shoulder. Our cheeks touched. It felt electric. His fingers moved up my shirt, his hands were so certain as he unbuttoned my shirt, pulled it from my body. Next was my undershirt before he pulled me backwards, lay me at his side as he moved his body partially over mine. He unfastened my belt, my jeans and pulled them down where he hesitated for a moment with my shoes.

Once they were off my whole body relaxed despite him pulling off my jeans and socks next. He ran his fingers up my legs through my thin growth of hair until he reached my white briefs, my aching dick. He slipped a few fingers under the band at my thigh, tickled the fleshy head until he peeled back my foreskin. I gulped for breath and spit as he traced it with one finger. I reached for him with my nearest hand. I was barely able to touch him back when he ran his finger up to my bellybutton. He lay his palm on my tummy as he moved to kiss me. Our burning lips touched, there was a flick of tongue and then he pulled away.

"You can't tell anyone," he said.

"I promise."

"Good because I want this to be special."

He kissed me again as he pushed his hand back down to my underwear, put his fingers inside to my slippery cock. I rolled towards him a little, finally got a hold of him with my far hand, felt his hip, his belt and tucked in shirt. He was still completely clothed and I was almost naked, definitely the most vulnerable, so I pulled at his shirt until it came loose, unfastened his belt and slacks. I grabbed hold of his dick as it poked out of the fly of his boxers. We worked each other like that for a while as we continued to kiss. Finally I pulled away from him.

"I want you to fuck me," I said.

His head fell, his face half buried in my shoulder.

"I've never done much more than this. I've sucked a little, usually the other guy does the same. I've never, you know, done it."

I squeezed his dick until he looked me in the eye.

"I'll show you how," I said.

"Really?"

"Yeah, but we should get under the sheets. It's cold."

He pulled away from me so I got to my feet as he did the same. I pulled back the covers, then watched as he stripped down completely, his dick stuck out from him and bounced as he got back into bed. I pulled off my underwear, got back in on my knees, straddled him as I pulled the blankets up over my back. I squashed his dick and mine between us as I kissed him some more, played with his nipples until they were hard points and he began to fidget at my touch.

Satisfied that I had worked him into a passionate desire, that I had his consent, I kissed my way from his neck down to his dick. In the darkness under the sheets I licked and kissed it, nibbled and spit until it felt slippery, then I spit into my own hand and rubbed it on my asshole until I thought we were both prepared. I moved back up him, over his dick then back onto it. Slowly I worked it inside of myself with the help of some more spit until I settled to the base, my balls touched his pubic hair for a moment before they retracted as I played with my own dick. I worked myself slowly as I was conscious of the way it made my asshole contract. I felt him there. He was inside of me but I was the one who really had him. He was subject to my desire, my will.

I rose up and sunk back down slowly, listened to the way he breathed. I grabbed at his chest, twisted his nipples some more until he moaned. He grabbed at my hips but I pushed his hands away. I wanted him, his need, to be under my control. I lowered my head for a kiss and he tried to raise his head up to meet mine but I dove in shorter to his chest, his neck. I sucked at his flesh and gave him my fingers, stuck them in his mouth. His lips were like smoldering coals that came to life with my touch. His tongue, his spit, my fingers went to the back of his throat, back and forth, in and out as I continued to ride him.

Sweat ran from my shoulders, pooled at the small of my back. He groaned and grunted to my manipulation. I bucked a few times, then slowed, a few more times as I reached back and took hold of his balls. I pulled them a little, tickled them. He tried to take hold of me again but I pushed his hands away. I slid off of him, scooted up over his arms, pinned him to the bed, stuck my dick to his lips. He sucked at it eagerly so I pushed inside until he gagged, then I pulled out to let him catch his breath. I took hold of the back of his head and told him to lick my balls which he did without complaint.

I toyed with my dick as he licked me down there, sometimes his tongue went a little deeper but not by much. He kept at until I knew I was close to a climax. I moved back down, took hold of his dick and worked it back inside of me. It didn't take much more to send me over the edge. My ejaculate shot up to the headboard, into his hair, onto his face. That was when my body gripped him the tightest and he also ejaculated inside of me. We moaned in pleasure and pain, then fell silent. I pushed myself from him, fell beside him, put my head in the crook of his arm, let one arm settle over his chest.

We smelled of sweat, but I didn't want to move as my senses came back to me, not until we had cooled off and then it was only to pull the blankets and sheets up over top of us.

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Wanderlust- Back to the Grindstone

Returning home from college for summer break I felt a sense of independence like no other time in my life. My mind had been expanded. I had learned not only of other cultures and other religions but of the opportunities any man could have with an adventure to the city, some spark of his imagination. With more of an education there was a real chance of no longer being beholden to my father and his farm. As I rode back to town on the train everything felt so much smaller. At the station I noticed details that had been so ordinary, even the wagon and horses guided by one of the farm hands felt antiquated compared to the cars I had seen. Things were slow to change there, I reasoned that I would have to escape in order to be successful, and so the closer I got to the farm the sadder I felt.

A kind of gloom fell over me, especially once we got to the property I began feel sentimental for this land, these people. I would have to one day leave them behind, one day in the not too distant future would be the last and then never again. But when the wagon finally stopped in front of the house that had been my home for so long I forced myself to smile, perked up my shoulders and went inside to greet my parents. It had been almost a whole year, since I hadn't been back on winter break and instead spent the holidays with a college friend's family. There had been many cold nights at his parents' home that gave us many good reasons to bundle up together and share the same bed. Waking up next to him, so warm and safe, still brings a smile to face, but that's a story for another time. Once I was back on the farm I had to forget those things, on the farm there was only work and swift justice.

My parents looked older than I had remembered them. My mother seemed to slouch more, my father's hair more gray. I hugged them each in turn and we had a small meal before my father said that we should get to work. There was always something to be done on the farm. Just the thought of going out to barn got me excited. I was unsure if Brad and Rocko were still working there but I had good reason to expect they were. There had been no mention of either of them leaving in my mother's letters. For a while I had worried my father might fire Rocko for spanking me and making me work in my underwear but he hadn't, not even a comment. And I was terrified Brad would say something about what we did or otherwise get caught in some compromising position, but I reasoned that he hadn't.

So when I saw Brad in the loft moving hay I was relieved and elated. I wanted to run to him, hug him, kiss him, and pull off our clothes but the best I could do was stare at him with my jaw hanging loose, give him a nod. My father mentioned something about getting hay from a different farmers field as he complained about this stuff having too many weeds but I barely paid attention. I admired Brad's form then we were off. He showed me a new tractor, pointed out repairs that had been made to the buildings before making our way to the final site. Rocko was in the ring with a new stallion when we found him. He waved hello to us and we waved back, for a moment I thought that would be it until my father signaled for him to come over to us. He handed the reigns over to one of the other hands as we got closer to the fence.

Just getting close to him made me weak in the knees. At a distance he was small, ordinary, but up close, right in front of me he was a force of nature with his broad shoulders, muscled arms, narrow waist. He looked down to me and gave a little smile with just the twitch of his cheek. It was as if he remembered but wasn't going to hold it over me, keep me in pain.

"My son here is back from college, he might have forgotten a few things but I expect he can get back into the swing of things. I expect you to put him back into the mix with his regular chores starting this evening and maybe he can help you here."

"Yes sir," Rocko said.

My father looked to me and I stared back unsure of just what he expected.

"Well get to it," he said.

"Yes sir," I replied before ducking and climbing through the fencing. Rocko helped me steady myself on the other side and just for a moment I wished I had fallen into his arms but I quickly stepped away from him as I hoped my father hadn't seen, hadn't suspected what I felt. We walked together to the horse as my father headed back to the house. It was almost ordinary until my father called back to us, "don't be afraid to use the whip. He could use some discipline."

My face went red with embarrassment, my ears burned. I shook my head as I looked to the ground. One foot in front of the other, I told myself. Me or the horse, I thought. My father was a man of secrets and innuendo who could hold a silence, keep a person in suspense and then make some vague comment like that, though usually it was a joke to lighten the mood sometimes it wasn't. A comment like that would normally leave me reeling for hours but somehow being outside in the ring with Rocko and something to do I dismissed it.

He took back the reigns easily and worked the horse until it was tired then he brought it in close. I moved to its front shoulder and petted it gently as he let it nuzzle against his armpit. After letting the horse catch it's breath we walked it back to the stalls where we did a little bit of tidying up. I felt like everything had returned to normal until it was time for washing up before dinner. Rocko led me to one of the empty stalls with a bucket and hose. Rocko took off his shirt. I reluctantly did the same. I felt a little ashamed at having gained a bit of weight. I sighed at my love handles. Good eating and being lazy, I thought. Rocko smirked.

"We'll burn that off of you this summer," he said.

I blushed at the comment and tried to think of a sarcastic reply when I heard a familiar voice behind me say hello. It was Brad. Just the sound of him snapped me from my friendly bond with Rocko. Just the sound brought back that day, that night. His flesh and my flesh in carnal embrace, the hairs stood up on the back of my neck, my clothes and boots felt impossibly big. He moved to my side and clapped a hand to my shoulder as he put an arm around them.

"Good to see you're back for the summer," he said.

Rocko eyed us a moment as he dried his armpits with a towel. He began to put his shirt on and I thought to say something, to push Brad away from me but it was too late. Rocko was on his way out and Brad was there to stay, bonded to me. Neither of us spoke until Rocko left the barn and we were fairly certain no one else was around.

"I missed you," he said. "It's been an extra long winter without you."

Was he getting romantic? Was he getting sentimental? It seemed so unlike him that I doubted he was being honest. I rolled my eyes but he leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, a sloppy kiss that left spit where his lips had been. He gripped at me again before he moved away to the other side of the bucket. I was shocked to see him begin to strip down, not just his shirt but his jeans too and his underwear. I wiped the spit from my face with my hand as I watched him splash water on his body, with special attention to his armpits, dick, and hairy balls. We had fallen into a silence. I was content to just watch him until he spoke.

"I got a few bottles of moonshine, some bad shit that will put hairs on your chest and a few more on your balls too. What do you say?"

 I gulped at the invitation. I had done very little drinking until then, the most in one sitting was Brandywine over the holidays. I had gotten red in the face and naked, oh god naked with Michael. We lay facing each other, gently exploring each other's bodies with our fingers, and then our lips, eventually our tongues. Brad and I could do the same thing.

"I'm in for it," I said. "When?"

"Tonight, after everyone goes to sleep, just sneak out of your bedroom window and meet me out at the pavilion. I'll bring everything."

Once again I wanted Rocko but all I could get was Brad. He had been fun once, there was a promise of being fun again. I told him that I would be there then we parted ways. Dinner was an easy routine, I did my evening chores, and prepared for bed like I had always done, said goodnight to my parents and carried the lantern to my bedroom where I opened my window and changed from my night shirt back into my day clothes in preparation and waited until I could hear my parents snoring. I slipped out of my open window, walked across the farm to the pavilion.

For a moment I thought he hadn't made it until he stepped out of the shadows. He handed me a bottle that I took without reservation, put it to my lips and tried to casually drink from it. It burned from my lips to my asshole, settled in my stomach. He laughed a little as I handed it back to him. He took a drink then passed it back to me. I drank again more prepared than I was the first time but still unable to hold back a cry of excitement and a shiver of the body. He took the bottle from me, had a second drink then put the quirk back in it before he set it on the ground. I felt slightly dizzy yet excited and nervous. What had I gotten myself into?

He moved to me, put his hand to my neck, stroked my jaw before he pulled me into a kiss. Our tongues slipped against each other, tickled at each other's lips and teeth as he wrapped his arms around me. His hands went to my ass which he gripped tight enough to make me stand on the tips of my boots. I grabbed back at him, untucked his shirt and he went for my buttons. He worked his fingers down from my collar, each one came undone. He untucked my shirt, unfastened my belt, undid the button and zipper of my jeans. My shirt fell from my shoulders, down my arms to the ground as he pulled my jeans to my ankles. He grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and pulled my cloth covered dick to his lips. He kissed and licked as I looked up to the ceiling and moaned in pleasure as my hard dick drooled against the white fabric.

He peeled down my underwear, my hard dick stuck out from me into the cool air for a moment before his lips went to that area between my dick and scrotum. He moved his wet lips along the shaft, back and forth until I thought I couldn't take anymore. That's when he stuck my dick in his mouth, the flared, bulbous head right into his throat as he sucked and groaned until I could feel the spit run from his lips and down over my balls.

I grabbed at his head, took hold of his curly hair, pulled him as tight as I could before releasing him. He pulled off me and gasped, his hand went to my dick and stroked the shaft as he caught his breath and wiped away spit with his other hand. My legs ached from standing there so I shifted on my feet. He continued to stroke me as I reached for my nipples, worked them into hard points. I was desperate for him to keep sucking. I was disappointed when he stood up until he kissed me on the lips before leading me further into some tall grass where he guided me to the ground and onto all fours.

He moved behind me and I expected him to start rubbing against me but instead I felt something else, his hands pushed my cheeks apart, his fingers pressed into my flesh, something slick, his tongue, went to my hole. It tickled at first and I thought he was just preparing me until he got his tongue into me. Just a little bit of opening and the pleasure ran through me, right to my nipples and the spot between my shoulder blades. I moaned, grunted, and pleaded for him to keep doing it as my hard dick leaked to the ground. I supported myself with one elbow and took hold of my dick as I felt his fingers begin to also work my hole.

In moments I was relaxed for him until I felt his hands move up my body. He took hold of my shoulders as I felt his dick at my hole. He pressed into my slowly, back and forth with small attempts to go deeper until I relaxed to him. His balls hit against mine and I knew it had been done once again. He pulled me into a kiss. It was blissful torture to have him inside me, to be kissing me. I felt him simultaneously. His fingers scraped down my back sending tingles through me. My asshole tightened, my lips felt red hot. He ran his fingers to my hips where he took hold of me before he started to pull out, then push his way back inside. He worked me like a piston, occasionally our lips touched, his fingers roamed, and I got to tickle my own dick until I felt him work until he was almost out of breath.

Sweat rolled down my back, chilled parts of my skin while others burned, my knees and thighs ached, my stomach was tight. His dick felt like it would split me in half, tear me to shreds. He pushed my shoulders into the ground, my nipples rubbed the blades of grass until he worked to one final thrust then collapsed onto me for a moment before he pulled from me and fell to the ground. I rolled onto my side, my hard, leaking dick between my thighs. I rolled to my back took hold of it, the hardest it had ever been, slick with spit. I stroked it with excited abandonment until it exploded up onto me, showered me with my  own ejaculate. Hit my chin and landed on my face, in my hair and on my lips. Splotches cooled on my chest, my stomach, and in my pubic hair. He moved close to me, kissed at my shoulder, my neck, so I rolled to him and kissed him back before turning away to let him move to my backside. His soiled dick pressed against my butt, his chest against my back. We fell asleep.

Earning It - Pool Party

It was almost another boring pool party.  The water was cool, the sun was hot, and most everyone there was looking to impress.  Most guys were in swimming briefs, one was bold enough to wear a thong, a few guys were in trunks. 

I was drifting on an inflatable lounge chair with a beer in my hand when I spotted him.  Our eyes locked for a moment before he looked back to one of the guys next to him, forced himself back into the conversation.  He was with a couple of beefcakes at the bar.  They joked and laughed with each other.  Handsome with a five o’clock shadow, he was a little shorter than the others and he was still dressed in t-shirt and shorts.

Anywhere else they would have looked like a group of bros, real lady killers who competed over how many numbers they could get and who got the hottest woman in the club.  I had the feeling that here they weren’t much different.

If I hooked up with one of them I’d be another crack from the headboard hitting the wall.  At least if we did it his way, I thought, but there is another way.  I watched to see if he looked back my way and when he didn’t I just relaxed in the sunshine, distracted myself with other thoughts.  By the time I ran out of beer I was thinking about work and when I'd get another day off.

I was pretty distracted by own thoughts by the time I made it to the bar.  I stepped to the side of it, ordered another beer, and looked up to the guys as they laughed.  The guy who had caught my eye earlier was still there but his head was down as he listened to the others talking.  He almost looked embarrassed to be with them.  The bar tender set the beer down in front of me.  One of them noticed me staring and he nodded to me so I smiled back.

“How you doing?” he asked.

“I’m good,” I replied.  “I’m really enjoying the sun.”

“You look good out there, but I don’t see you with anyone,” he said.

I looked past him to the shy guy who looked up to me a little.  This other guy talking to me was a meat head, but him, the one in the back, he might just be worth meeting. 

“Don’t you guys like being in the sun?” I asked.

“What?” the lead guy replied.

“Oh, nothing, just you guys are all standing over here in the shade with your shirts on and it doesn’t look like you came to swim.  That’s fine with me, I’m just saying.”

“Come here,” the guy said with a little motion of his head.

I walked around the corner of the bar to where he stood and looked up into his brown eyes.  He had the smile of a manipulator, someone who hit on everyone because it was bound to work with at least one person.  I decided to play his game a little if it would get me to the other guy behind him.

“You’re a cutie,” the guy said.

“Thanks,” I replied.

“What brings you here?”

“I made a donation.  How about you boys?”

“Us too,” he said.  “I don’t see how I missed you at other functions.”

“This is the first one I’ve come to since I broke up with my boyfriend.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, he was kind of shy.”

“But you’re not,” the guy said.

“I’m here in all my glory,” I said noting my comparatively liberal state of undress.

“That is a nice suit,” he said.

“Why don’t you come swimming with me?”

“I didn’t really come prepared for that.  I forgot my sunscreen.”

“There’s plenty around,” I said.

“Actually, I’m not dressed for it.”

“You could borrow a swimsuit, unless you don’t like swim briefs.”

“I find them a bit tight,” he said.

“It’s swimming wear optional,” I said.

“So what’s your point?”

“I dare you to jump in the pool wearing nothing,” I said.

The other guys laughed.

“What do you think I’d be embarrassed?” he asked.

“You’ve seen my assets so now I want to see yours,” I said.

He grabbed hold of the hem of his shirt, pulled it up his stomach slowly until it bunched around his shoulders where he paused for a moment before he finished pulling it off.  He was muscled, big muscles.  I thought about the feel of him, the way he could push me to the bed and have his way with me, but I decided it wasn’t going to be that easy.  I had guys like him before and I could have them again.  He dropped his shorts and set them on the bar stool along with his shirt.  He tugged at his dick and balls a little through his boxer shorts as he looked to his friends to see if they’d join him.  This was my chance to get all of them into the water, especially the shy one.

“Come on boys, this is a pool party.  I can’t believe you showed up not ready to get wet.  What’s it going to be?”

They looked to each other and tried to laugh it off as they shuffled in front of me.  I looked them over, readied myself for some kind of retort.  When they didn’t have one except embarrassed laughter I decided to push them a little more.

“Come on guys.  What does it matter?  I’m barely wearing anything.”

“Go ahead,” one of the guys behind him said as he elbowed someone else.  I could see that there was some kind of rivalry between them.  “I’ll do it if you do.”

“You wouldn’t,” he replied.

“We’re all adults here,” I said.

“What do you guys do?”

“We’re fire fighters,” the lead guy said.

“Brave enough to run into a burning building but a pool is too much for you.”

Had I gone too far?  I started to think I had as I saw them start to posture defensively by crossing their arms and putting their hands on their hips.  It was all over.  I had ruined it, but maybe I didn’t ever really have a chance.  Oh well, I thought, maybe I could catch the shy one on another pass.  I was about to walk away when one of the competitive guys said, “fuck it,” then began to strip.  He didn’t stop at his boxers either.  His limp dick bounced as he stepped out of his underwear.  The guy beside him did the same and the lead guy finally pulled down his boxers.  They ran around me to the pool but the shy guy hesitated.  They hooped and hollered as they jumped into the water.  He looked to me with desperate eyes.

“You don’t have to do it.  I was just messing with them.”

“Thanks,” he said, “I’m Matt.”

I told him my name and we shook hands as we looked to the other guys who swam and bobbed along with the guys who had already been in the water.  It was almost as if they had forgotten about me as they got a whole new amount of attention.

“Your friends seem to be having a good time,” I said.

“Yeah, they’re good guys,” he replied.

“Well, it’s better than them standing around just bragging.”

“I’m kind of impressed you got them to strip down.”

“Yeah, I don’t really know where that came from.”

We started to walk along the side of the pool as we kept talking.  I told him a little about myself.  He told me about what the guys were like, how they treated him like a tag along because he wasn’t as boisterous as them and how he resented it.  We rounded the pool several times until we were all talked out as we stood facing each other.  Sure, there were other things we could have told each other about our lives, about the world, but I felt like I was out of breath for words and he seemed to be the same. 

“They look like they’re having fun,” I said.

“It looks like they’re having a good time.  I kind of wish I’d jumped in with them.”

“It’s not too late,” I said.

He looked away to the grass but his eyes came back to me.  There was something mischievous there aching to be released.  I wanted to help him, another dare, I thought, a kind of prank, maybe an embarrassment, but it was here amongst this crowd where no one would care and it would be mostly without meaning.  I untied the string of my swim briefs, stuck my thumbs in at the sides and with one quick motion had them around my ankles, one foot then the other and they were off.  I tossed them aside and he looked to me then completely.  I was doing it for him and he was waiting for me.

I reached out to him with a firm, gentle hand and took hold of his shirt that I unbuttoned with several quick twists of fabric all the way down to his belt buckle.  I took hold of the leather, unfastened it.  His jeans were next, one button, then the zipper.  He gave a twist of his shoulders, a brush of his hand, and his clothes fell to the ground leaving him standing there in a pair of white briefs.  I took hold of the front of them, pulled out so I could look down inside.  His plump, limp dick sat amongst a nest of hair atop two big balls.  He took hold of his underwear, I let go letting them slap back against his six-pack abs, and then he stripped off that one last piece of clothing. 

I took his hand, pulled him to the pool’s edge.  Some of the guys had taken note of us.  They began to count down from three.  We jumped after one.  The water swallowed us whole as we sunk to the bottom still holding hands.  We kicked up from the floor and popped out of the water with a laugh as we pushed and grabbed at each other amazed at what each of us had done. 

As the fear left us we stared at each other.  It felt good to be courageous.  It felt good to have taken the plunge with someone else.  I felt as if I had been stripped to my very nature, a pure joy.  We stared into each other’s eyes.  His hand went to my shoulder but it didn’t feel like he was trying to take control but rather that he was just trying to hold onto me, onto the moment.  I stepped closer into his body.  We kissed.

His lips parted easily for me as I pushed my tongue into his mouth.  He tasted of beer and something sweet.  His tongue pushed back against mine and I retreated a little to invite him into my mouth, his fingers dug into my skin so I twisted a little, took hold of him.  That’s when nearly everyone began cheering for us.  We kissed for a moment later, just long enough for me to return the favor.  Most people were watching us yet I felt like there was no one else there.

Forty-five minutes later we were back at my place, naked and grabbing at each other on my bed.  I hadn’t brought a guy home for months, not since breaking up with my boyfriend, but he felt special to me.  There was something attractive about his reserved strength.  He was sincere.

When he started kissing down my stomach to my dick I grabbed hold of the back of his head but I didn’t force him, just nudged him until he took it in his mouth.  His lips were wet, drool leaked onto my pubes as he sucked on the first few inches.  I thought for a moment he was going to stop as he repositioned himself but then he swallowed me deeper into his throat.  I thrust my hips up impulsively, that’s when he moved to my balls, sucked them back down until I ached.

“I want you so bad,” I said.

He pulled off my dick, licked his way up my chest to my neck where he sucked a little until I stopped him as I was worried about getting a hickey that would show.  One of his hands took hold of dick, the other at my wrist.  I felt as if I was losing control as he moved up to my lips.  We kissed for a minute.  My free hand went to his chest, grabbed hold of his pectoral before I ran it down to his own dick where I began to tickle at the head as it stuck up against his abs.  He pulled from my lips and we looked each other in the eye.

“I’m strictly a top,” he said.

“Good,” I said.

But his words flipped a switch in my head.  It wasn’t enough to be together but he had a role for me to play.  I thought back to the guy before him and how I rode him on his own bed, tied him up with his own jock straps.  This guy Matt, as sweet as he had been had those same rules, some kind of pride or maybe something about his masculinity.  What did he think about me?  Was he the same as those guys he was with at the pool and he just didn’t show it as easily?

I pinched and pulled at his dick until I felt him begin to leak ejaculate onto my fingers.  That’s when I decided to make my move.  I pushed at his body, told him I needed to get the lubricant from the nightstand drawer.  He rolled with me onto his back where I put my body over his, pushed his arms up, pinned his wrists together.  Our dicks rubbed together as I reached for the bottle.  I sat back on his thighs, tore open the condom pack, took the reservoir tip in my fingers as I pressed the ring to the head of his dick.  I rolled it to the base before I squirted some lubricant into my hand, then took hold of his dick.  The shaft became slick easily so I moved to the head where I tickled it with my fingertips.

“Do you want to get fucked?” he asked.

“I want you to fuck me,” I said.  “I want to feel you inside me.  I want to make you sweat and writhe until you have the best orgasm of your life.  I want to milk every breath from your body.  Your muscles will ache when I’m done with you and you won’t be able to walk normal afterwards.”

“Please,” he said.  “I want that too.”

“Now you’re begging,” I said.  “It looks like I’m the one on top.”

“I’m not into getting penetrated,” he replied.

“No, I just mean I’m the one in control.”

“You keep me happy and you can do just about anything you want.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said.

“Can I tie you up?”

“What?”

“I want to tie your wrists, maybe your ankles,” I said before I ran my finger along the side of his dick causing it to spasm a little.  I ran my slick fingers up his stomach over his ribs to his nipples where I rubbed them as I shifted a little to squash his dick with mine.  “How bad do you want it?”

“Oh fuck,” he said, “it feels so good.”

“Do you want me to tie you up?”

“Yes,” he sighed.

I leaned down onto him, kissed at his neck until he was so lost in the moment that I could bare my teeth a little and suck at his flesh.  He writhed on the bed under me as his head rolled back.  He groaned with pleasure.  I ran my fingers out his arms to his wrists where I took hold of them.  I pushed myself from his body, the bed, and pulled him along with me to a chair.  I teased his hard dick by rubbing my hand along the desensitized shaft before going to the base where I gripped with enough force to make him grunt.  I felt for his balls with my other hand as I pulled him into another kiss. 

Our sensitive lips touched for a moment before I pulled away and gave him a slap to his balls.  He tried to retreat but I kept hold of the base of his dick.  He grabbed at my arms, took hold of my biceps.  There was little he could do because his eyes were closed and I knew he was too lost in the moment. 

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“Please,” he replied.

I tapped at his balls again eliciting another grunt of pain before I took hold of them and pulled at them gently to loosen them.  With my other hand I slid along the shaft to the head where I squeezed.  Once his balls loosened I played with them some more as I leaned in to kiss him.  He pressed his body into mine, his dick up at a painful angle he grabbed at my ass, took hold of my cheeks.  I ran my fingers up his hips, his sides, around his back to his ears where I teased him with slow strokes.  He broke the kiss but stayed there with his dick trapped against me.  Our hot breath blew out against each other’s lips.  I could see that his eyes were still closed even as he dug his fingertips into my flesh and pulled my cheeks apart.

“I want you to beg for it,” I said.

“Please,” he said, “tie me up, use me.”

“Sit, and play with yourself a little but don’t you dare have an orgasm.  If you do then I’m going to have to punish you,” I said.

“Would that be so bad?”

“You tease,” I said before I stepped away from him. 

I went to where I had some rope that I had recently bought at an adult store.  Obediently he sat on the chair and began to stroke his dick with one hand, the other he rubbed at his chest.  I moved to him, pulled his hands from his body.  He sighed in frustration as I moved to sit on his lap facing him.  I tied the rope around one wrist, anchored it to the chair, then ran it loose behind his back to his other wrist, tied it and anchored it in the same way. 

At first he grinned at what I had done as if I had made some mistake, that is until he reached for his dick to find only his finger tips could touch it unless he shifted awkwardly on the chair.  He looked to me and smirked.

“That’s clever,” he said.

“It gets better,” I replied.

I stood up, turned my back and lowered my ass to his crotch, took hold of his dick and slowly pushed myself down onto him.  He moaned in pleasure and I groaned a little as I put his dick into my asshole.  Slowly, I lowered myself as much as I could and when I couldn’t go any further I pulled off then retried.  I worked myself up and down several times until I was able to slip to the base and feel the pubes of his balls.

That’s when he reached for me, tried to take hold of me, but found that his fingers could only rest on my skin.  There would be no ass slapping tonight.  It would be hard to claim me as some property or some toy, no he was the one to be used.  His fingers slipped on my skin as I worked myself up and down, one hand on my nipples and the other at my dick.  I worked myself to a full erection as I felt myself tighten on his dick, squeezing at him every time I got myself close to an orgasm.

“Oh please,” he said.

I pulled myself from him, turned to him, and moved to sit on his lap facing him.  His hands went to my legs as I reached behind me to his dick, worked it up inside of me until I was down to his balls again.  My hard on pressed into his belly button I rubbed the sensitive tip there as I began to rock gently.  I grabbed at his pectorals, his nipples, ran my hands up to his shoulders where I grabbed at his sweaty flesh before I ran them up to his ears where I teased them again as I got more aggressive. 

Finally he thrust up at me as best he could with a groan of pleasure and pain as he shuddered.  My own sensitive dick squished between us I moved a little until I felt my own orgasm, my ejaculate shot up between us to hit us on our chins.  I pulled his head to my chest. Our bodies felt bound together in that moment, our breath as one, our heartbeats as one.  We stayed like that for a long time until we ached and needed sleep.  I pulled myself from him, untied him, and helped him to his feet and we moved to the bathroom.  I pulled the condom from his limp dick.  I tossed it in the garbage before we stepped into the shower together.  He leaned on me a little so I washed him, then myself until he could stand on his own.

“Can I stay the night?” he asked.

“I wouldn’t want you to drive home in this condition,” I said.

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Act Your Age Book III - Bottoms Up - Misbehaving

The three of us were as casual as we could be on the couch, side-by-side, as we played video games.  I was in an undershirt, socks, and briefs.  Ben was in a diaper.  And Ethan was in pajama bottoms and a ribbed tank top.  We laughed, screamed, and talked smack as we played, sometimes cheering each other, and sometimes trying to distract each other.  We had been at for hours, since sometime in the afternoon until after it got dark and we were running out of steam.  Mr. Grant had found us like that when he got back from the restaurant.  He only shook his head before going back to his office.  I almost thought to call it quits, or else quit for a little bit just to visit him, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

I think it was Ethan who started the pinching thing.  At first just a peck at someone’s thigh but that turned into going after each other’s sides, then the back, and eventually it was trying to get at each other’s butts.  It was easier with me and Ethan, Ben’s diaper was good protection.  He laughed at us, not even trying to swat away our hands until Ethan really went after him, pulled the diaper back and grabbed some skin. 

They started to wrestle beside me and it seemed like such a couple thing just between them that I didn’t try to intervene or join them.  Face to face, Ben grabbed hold of Ethan's wrists as they struggled for position.  Ethan was clearly stronger as he pushed Ben onto the couch and mounted him with knees on either side.  They laughed and teased each other until they were both red in the face and Ben showed exhaustion by holding his hands close to try and fend off the easiest of taunts.  Seeing them brought a smile to my face, maybe even a little jealousy to my mind. 

When it seemed to be over Ethan leaned down to Ben and they kissed.  At first it was a peck but Ben pulled him into a more passionate act, their tongues clearly fighting for dominance as their hands gripped at each other’s bodies.  It was romantic until Ethan's fingers stuck into Ben’s ribs which caused him to laugh a little, then more, and more until he pushed Ethan away.

“Stop it,” he said.

“Afraid of the tickle monster?” Ethan asked.

“Don’t,” Ben replied.

“What’s the tickle monster?” I asked hoping to encourage Ethan into tickling Ben more.  I thought it almost worked as Ethan gave him one more brush of his fingers causing Ben to laugh a little.  I paused the game and stared at them.  They seemed to share some kind of mutual thought and I readied myself to enjoy the show.  But then they both looked to me.

“You don’t know what the tickle monster is?” Ethan asked.

“Maybe he needs to pay a visit,” Ben added.

I shook my head and started to slide away from them.  I put my hands up in a defendable surrender as I looked from one set of eyes to the other.  They were going to do, I knew it, I could feel it.  My choices were to either take it or start running.  Ethan moved first as he put one foot down, I started to get up, almost turned away when he grabbed at me.  His arms around mine he had me in a pretty good hold and it didn’t take long for Ben to get in front of me.

Together they pushed and pulled me back to the couch where I landed on Ethan as he got his arms under mine and pulled me into a half-nelson to expose my aides and arm pits.  Ben touched under my arms first, then began to move up and down my sides until he found a sensitive spot.  At first he could only get a small laugh from me but as I relaxed under his ministrations new areas became sensitive and he went after those as well until I he had me begging for him to stop as I howled and giggled.  I tried to stop him by raising my knees to my chest but that made my feet vulnerable which he quickly attacked.  He took hold of my ankle with one hand, then rubbed at the bottom of my foot with his other hand.  It was barely effective until he pulled off my sock.  I writhed and bucked against Ethan but he held me tight.  It was all fun and games until I realized the whole thing had changed the way my organs worked and I had to pee.

“Stop,” I tried to say.  “Please, stop, I have to pee.”

Ben held my ankle as he looked me in the eye, the fingers of his other hand barely touched my sensitive skin.  He had a mischievous grin.

“Do you give?” he asked.

“What?” I asked.

“Do you give?"

"Yes, yes, I give, I give,” I said.

“Does it hurt real bad?”

“Yes,” I said.

“How much more do you think you could take?”

“Please, don’t, I give up,” I said.

He touched at the bottom of my foot lightly and I tried to pull it from his grip.  Instead I got kind of sideways at an angle to him so that my foot was in front of his stomach.  He touched again and I laughed a little.  He was enjoying having me at his mercy and I started to not like it.  Mr. Grant could make me feel like that and it would be fine because I knew I was safe but him, someone who was a friend.  I turned a little as I thought of an escape plan, one good kick and I could get him out of my face.  He let go of my ankle and I felt Ethan relax his hold.

My elbows fell down to my sides.  It was almost over, but then he did it, he went for one last tickle, a teasing gesture of just how close I had gotten, and instead I kicked him right in the stomach.  He went back with more force than I had imagine, hit the corner of the coffee table with the back of his leg, tripped, and fell right into a standing lamp causing it to fall sideways.  I felt like I was watching it in slow motion as it fell over, the glass hit the wood flooring and it broke instantly with a crash I was sure could be heard throughout the house.

“Oh shit,” I said.  “Are you okay?”

Ben looked over himself then to the lamp.

“I’m better than the lamp is,” he replied.

I sat up from Ethan, my hands went to the sides of my head.  Was it possible Mr. Grant hadn’t heard anything?  Maybe he was working with his headphones on and with the door closed he didn’t, I thought.  What am I going to do now?  Ethan sat up next to me and looked to the broken glass and let out a moan.  There was a long enough pause that we each began to relax, we were about to act, about to cover it up, and then the office door opened.  It was Mr. Grant.  He had heard.

“What’s going on out there?”

“Shit,” Ben said.

“Nothing,” I replied.

“You’re being awful quiet for nothing.  Shane get your ass in here.”

I jumped to my feet and looked back and forth between Ethan and Ben.  Neither of them moved.  They were waiting for me to do something.  I started to walk but only made a few steps past Ethan when I stopped and looked back to them.  They knew what was about to happen.  I knew what was about to happen.  They didn’t have to be here for it though, I thought.  I swallowed hard before I spoke. 

“Why don’t you guys take off?  I’ll go take it and give you guys a call when I can.  Maybe in a day or two.  It was my fault so don’t worry about paying for it.”

Ben and Ethan looked to each other, waiting for someone to speak.  I just turned away from them and headed to the office.  I shuffled my feet in the hallway, paused at the open door, then pushed my way inside to find Mr. Grant back behind his desk with a serious look on his face.  I stopped just short of the edge of the desk, looked down to the floor as my hands went behind my back to grip at each other.

“What happened?” he asked.

“We broke the lamp,” I said.

“Look up at me.”

I raised my head but my eyes couldn’t go to his eyes or even his face so I settled on his chest.  His tie was loose and the first button of his shirt was undone.  I could see a bit of the familiar chest hair I appreciated as we lay in bed.

“What happened?” he asked again snapping me from my reverie.

“I kicked Ben into the lamp to get him to stop tickling me and it broke.”

“And where are they now?”

“They’re leaving,” I said.

That’s when I heard the squeak of the door and turned to see Ethan and Ben both pushing it open before they stepped inside.  They were still dressed, or in this case undressed, as they had been.  Ben’s skin was pink with embarrassment and Ethan barely looked any better.

“Is that what happened?” Mr. Grant asked.

“Yes sir,” they replied at the same time.

“Do you all think you should be punished?”

“Yes sir,” they said.

“Yes sir,” I added just moments after them.

“And do you agree to take the punishment I decide?”

“Yes sir,” we said.

The Brat - Ch 08 Hallowien (Act Your Age Sequel)

I made my way to them and feeling bold, definitely too drunk, I forced myself onto Parker’s lap where I sat and looked at the other guys.  I touched the brim of his baseball cap and laughed at myself as he put one arm around my back.  He looked up into my eyes and smiled at me.

“You are a bad boy,” he said.

“Just a little naughty,” I teased.  “Don’t get defensive now.  I’ve seen you.”

He rolled his eyes before he looked at the other guys, but I was pretty sure they knew about his exploits.  We sat like that for some time before I saw Ben entering the room.  His face was read, his lips a little swollen.  I called out his name and called him over to us.  He stepped close to me.

“Good party?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said after he crossed his arms.

“Did you remember to wipe your chin?” I asked.

He turned red at the question and looked away from me.  I wasn’t sure if the other guys knew what I was talking about but I felt the whole thing slipping from me.  He looked ashamed as he hung his head.  I was losing the fun of the party.  I started to think of things to do as I put my arm around Parker’s shoulders to steady myself.  That’s when I came up with an idea.  I pushed myself from Parker’s lap and ran to the master bedroom, unlocked it, and retrieved the paddle Ethan had got me. 

When I got back I was happy that no one had moved.  I set the paddle down on the table between everyone, then took a seat.  I tested it and was pleased to see it would spin easily.  I looked around to everyone else.

“What’s the rules?” Leo asked.

“It’s like spin the bottle but with a paddle,” I said.  “The person who gets the handle is the spanker and the person who gets the other end is the spankee.”

“How many?” Leo asked.

“Twenty,” I said.

“Ten,” Trent countered.

“Ten sounds good,” Parker agreed.

“Bare ass,” Ben added.

“Are you playing?” I asked over my shoulder.

“Yeah sure,” he said.

“Well, pull up a seat,” I replied.

He moved to the other side of the table to empty chair and sat.  I looked at the other people in the room who had started to notice what we were doing and I felt my face warm.  I wasn’t sure if it was the liquor or the paddle but I pushed through the feeling of anxiety I felt.  I reached to the paddle and gave it a spin.  I was delighted when it landed on Parker.  I had been aiming for him and through some coincidence or luck I got him.  He shrugged his shoulders and picked up the paddle.  He moved to me and offered the handle.  I took the heavy wooden slab, then he turned on me and began to bend over.

“Bare ass,” I said, “and you have to move over there so I can get a nice swing.”

Everyone laughed and cheered.  He stood up, shrugged, and walked away from me to the end of the table where he began to unfasten his belt and pants.  I got up and crossed to him where I began to evaluate what I had gotten myself into and what I was about to do.  He lowered the rear to reveal a hairy ass as he bent over still holding onto his pants.  My shadow was over him so as I moved to line up a swing new light exposed just how vulnerable he was to me.  I could see his ass perfectly, the mounds of his cheeks framed by his jock strap, and the way they parted.  His hole was in that shadowy crevice and I desperately wanted to see it.  I had an erection that I was afraid everyone else could see.  I hoped my costume jeans helped hide it because there was no way I was going to stop.

The first crack was solid yet underpowered as I was afraid to hurt him.  The sound lingered in my ears as I thought about what I had just done.  I wanted to do it again, as many times as I wanted but I knew I had only nine more and this was some special moment in my life.  Everything felt heightened as I licked my lips.  For a moment I thought it was only me, only us, only him there with his hairy, bare ass waiting for me to spank it, but then the guys cheered and yelled out.

“One!” they shouted.

I looked to them with a big smile.  It felt ridiculous and impossible.  I couldn’t help but laugh as I focused on him even more aware of my erection pointed up in my underwear and slobbering pre-cum.  I had them on my side but I knew it wouldn’t last.  They weren’t getting the same pleasure I was, maybe even if they saw me having too much fun they might stop me, laugh at me, and even stop liking me.  I took another swing but I hadn’t prepared myself so it was weaker and I was off balance so I staggered a little, bent over.  I thought my dick would stab me in the gut. 

“Harder, harder, harder,” the guys cheered.

I looked to Parker who seemed to be getting more impatient and I realized he wanted it to be over with but that he also wanted to know how bad it could be.  It wasn’t just his test but my test.  I had something to prove to this man who could over power me at any moment, who could easily wrestle me to the ground or over his lap then I would be on the receiving end.  I stood up, readied myself, and laid into him again as hard as I could.  The crack sounded throughout the room only to be muffled by more cheers and hollering. 

Another hit and I felt like I was on a roll, the fifth and I felt the anticipation of everyone watching as they wondered if someone my size could make someone so strong cry and maybe even quit.  The sixth made me realize just how much strength it took as my biceps began to ache.  The seventh and I realized just how sweaty my palms were so I started to stretch out my arms, move the paddle from hand to hand and wipe the handle with my shirt.  I hit him again and I thought I heard a groan of pain from him.  I could see I had changed his pale, untanned bottom to red. 

Before the ninth strike I thought I would ejaculate in my own pants before I delivered the blow, but in some ways it was also the worst because I realized right then it would be over.  Why did I challenge him to only ten?  Why hadn’t I gone for twenty?  And what was his dare going to be?  What would he get me to do?  Did he even need to dare me or would he just bat me up?

I bit my lip and steadied myself as I breathed deep.  I tried to deny the future.  I tried to not think about the past.  There was only that one moment as I readied myself to swing, the guys watching me, his bare ass in front of me, and the paddle in my hands.  I suddenly felt very heavy on my feet.  I thought my shoes would bust apart.  I had him.  I swung again as hard as I could, right across both cheeks perfectly.  The guys cheered even more loudly so I turned to them and raised the paddle victoriously as they continued to raise their drinks to salute me.  I laughed at them, at the whole thing, as I turned back to Parker as he got up from the table.  I watched him pull him the backside of his pants, fasten them and his belt.  He turned to me and for a moment I thought it was over.  I thought I had crossed some line, especially with the erection straining against my underwear.  But then he moved to me, pulled me into a hug. 

Our hot, sweaty bodies pressed together there was the smell of the two of us, our bodies.  We didn’t stink.  It was a fraternal, musky smell.  His body pressed against mine I felt his muscles in a new way, the size of his shoulders, and his arms.  He could crush me, I thought, and yet there was no feeling of hostility just friendship.  He took off his cap and put it on my head before we looked to the table to find the next pair.

Oh Mega House - Wet Underwear Contest

Fifteen young men, Freshman pledging the Oh-Mega House, stood in line on the grassy lawn dressed in white briefs, a number on their left pectoral, as a crowd of spectators watched them.  The President of the fraternity, Kyle Edwards, stood a few feet away from them with a hose that he sprayed occasionally into the grass trying to intimidate them about what was about to happen.  He waited until the young men almost got comfortable, the crowd almost got bored, and then he sprayed the one in the middle right in the crotch with the hardest pressure he could make it shoot.  The pledge let out a yell because of the cold water and pain to his balls before covering his crotch.

Kyle let out a laugh and released the handle, pointed the hose to the ground.  The other young men looked to their fellow pledge then to Kyle and the audience.  The pledge held his hands to his balls, tried to cover himself, and tickle some life back into them at the same time.  He managed to catch his breath when Kyle raised the hose at him again and sprayed him in the chest.  The water hit him right in the middle and he let out another yell, continued to scream as it hit his left nipple, then his right nipple, and finally his belly.  He stepped back and was hit in the face, water went in his mouth and he choked some as he backed away only to slip on the grass and fall.  He thought for a moment that it was over until Kyle was over him spraying him with more water. 

“Get up pledge,” Kyle commanded.

The pledge tried to hold onto his balls with one hand as he got up but slipped again.  This time face forward.  He groaned in pain as the ice water hit his backside and then his butt rendering his underwear almost pointless as it clung to him.  He put both hands down into the grass and pushed himself up through the water and stood covered in grass blades and droplets of water.  Kyle sprayed him directly in the crotch and he turned away.  And then it stopped. 

Kyle smiled as he watched the pledge realize it was over for the moment as he stepped back to pick out his next target.  He moved on to the one on the far right and sprayed him in the crotch.  The middle pledge stepped back into line and held his hands down over his cock and balls.  Everyone was looking at someone else and yet he felt completely exposed.

One by one Kyle worked each pledge over with the hose until their underwear was translucent, most covered themselves afterwards, others stood more casual with their hands on their hips, a few had their arms crossed, and two of them gloated in the attention they were getting.  It helped that they had the biggest cocks in the group, pressed in their briefs up over a thigh in the wet material.

The pledges thought it was over as Kyle set down the hose and walked away but they noticed the stereo behind some fraternity members.  It had a long extension cord that ran back into the house.  Kyle squatted to it, turned it on, raised the volume to the maximum and pressed play on the MP3 player that was connected by an auxiliary cord.  Dance music began to play.  The pledges looked to each other.  Some were confused, others were frightened, the two young men who were well hung grinned.

“We’re going to have a little dance competition.” Kyle yelled.  “The frat brothers will give you points based on how well you dance.  Keep your underwear on but anything else goes.  Now twerk bitches!”

The two guys with big dicks turned and began to bounce their asses to the amusement and cheers of the crowd, a few others imitated them, some began to dance in a different style but the one in the middle stood there intimidated by what he was seeing.  He was still partially drunk but this was all too far, all too much.  And yet he was here, the people were watching him.  He looked from the pledges to the fraternity brothers who stared at them all, to the crowd, some of whom were also dancing, and then to Kyle who saw he wasn’t participating.  He tried to force himself to dance but he found he could barely move. 

Kyle moved in on him in an instant and pulled him from the line, away from the spectators.  They were close.  They could smell each other’s breath.  Kyle’s warm hands grabbed at his biceps.  He let out a screech but then Kyle turned him, pulled him to his body.  He thought for a moment he was safe as he felt this other man’s warmth, the breath on his ear. 

“Maybe you’ll give me a private dance later,” Kyle said.  “If you want to.”

Kyle stepped back and swatted him on the ass before telling him to wait there as he went to pick up the hose.  The pledge watched as Kyle went back to spraying the other young men, sometimes releasing water up in the air to let it rain down on them.  He watched the other men shake their asses and grind on each other.  He felt a new warmth he couldn’t deny but was even more embarrassing.

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March 17, 2016

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Sequel to Down by the Swimming Hole

After we composed ourselves, Brad did before me, we went down to the barn.  The guys we passed laughed a little, pointed at us, made comments to each other but didn’t address us directly.  It was as if they knew what had happened, knew why we were there.  We worked for several hours at that usual chore of moving a wheel barrow down the aisle and cleaning out the shit with pitch forks.  I could see the sweat on Brad’s back.  My own body was quickly covered as well.  His underwear became transparent so I knew mine had done the same.  If I watched him too closely, the way his muscles moved, especially as he moved the wheel barrow, I got too excited. 

My ass hurt the entire time so I know his did as well.  There was a continued throb broken only by the movement of skin when I changed positions.  When the back of my underwear clung to my ass and I could feel it between my cheeks I knew anyone could see every detail as if I were naked but as useless as they were I couldn’t bring myself to take them off.  Even if they were transparent, I reasoned, at least they kept my dick and balls from swinging around so there was at least that.

Rocko checked on us a few times, a few other guys did as well.  Rocko only nodded to us but the other guys laughed a little at our predicament.  It seemed like every farm hand got a peek.  I thought the first couple were perverts just looking for a cheap thrill but as more came by I reasoned that it was more about our embarrassment, our humiliation.  Here I was the owner’s son brought low by one of their own.  I had to grin and bear it because I was afraid to run to my father, or even to my mother.  We had pulled a terrible prank on Rocko and we were getting what we deserved.

It took several hours for us to clean every stall, by the time we finished it was getting dark and the other guys had already started to bring in the horses.  I couldn’t look them in the eye when I passed them, just kept my head low.  When we were done and had everything back in place we stopped in the doorway.  Brad leaned against the wall to roll a cigarette.  I couldn’t help but notice his flat stomach, the way his muscles flexed as he breathed, the band of his briefs and his bulge.  He offered me a hit but I refused it.  I just wanted to go to bed, maybe steal a few drinks.  Just before I started to move he spoke. 

“Today was pretty bad,” he said.

“I just want it to be over,” I replied.

“We could do that,” he said, “or we could do something else.”

“What else?”

“It’s getting pretty dark and sometimes I go up to the top of the barn and lay out under the stars naked.  It’s kind of nice.”

“You do not,” I said.

He nodded to me before signaling for me to follow him.  I almost refused but somehow up on the barn under the stars in my underwear or going to bed, possibly passing my father, under the stars sounded better.  We made our way up to the roof unnoticed by anyone, crawled along the narrow top to a flat spot where we could lay side by side.  I watched as he rolled onto his back but I could barely see him there, except for those briefs that picked up a some light.  I did the same next to him.

The roof was hot.  It burned into my skin but in an almost pleasant way.  Conscientiously I put my hands on my stomach, made sure my feet were together, no part of me touched him, not even a little.  Within minutes he was asleep.  I looked up to the stars, picked them out one at a time trying to make the shapes they taught us in high school, but I could barely remember them.  Eventually I closed my eyes and fell asleep as well.

We woke when the air turned cold.  It was a slow awakening as we took in our surroundings, tried to comprehend our situation.  He scratched at his head and I felt itchy as well so I did the same.  We hadn’t bathed since working in the barn, I thought, we must be disgusting.  He scratched at his balls as he got to his knees, pulled the front of his underwear out a little and really went at it, but his scratching became rubbing.  I looked away to the stars trying to not think of my own dick.

“That was some day,” he said.  “What time do you think it is?”

I shrugged my shoulders and told him I didn’t know.

“I’d say it’s anywhere from two in the morning to four.  It usually gets cold between then but I can’t say for sure.  I felt like I slept all night.”

He stopped moving his hand and just kept it there cradling his cock and balls as if just the pressure felt good.

“Me too,” I replied.

“Do you think he’s going to hold a grudge against us?”

I hadn’t really thought about it.  He didn’t seem like the type to hold a grudge.  No, I thought, he had dealt his justice, my father on the other hand was something else.  I wasn’t sure what my father would do.

“I don’t think so,” I said.  “He got us pretty good, a spanking and mucking out the stalls in our underwear.  We’re not little boys.”

“That’s true.  Everything will probably be back to normal tomorrow.”

“Right,” I said.

“Well, almost everything, I’m sure the guys will have something to say about it.”

He scratched at his chest lazily with his other hand before he raised his elbow and sniffed at his armpit.  He let out a disgusted groan.  It was exciting to watch him and I felt my dick reacting a little.  I was unsure if he could make it out in the moonlight but I didn’t want to take the chance so I decided to keep him talking.

“Are you going to hold a grudge?” I asked.

“No, it’s over I guess.  As long as nothing else happens then I won’t do anything.  At least you can go home though, I have to bunk with the rest of the guys.”

“It was a prank that got out of control,” I said.

“Of course,” he said.

My brain was empty.  I couldn’t think of anything else.  Well my father but I didn’t want to think about that.  What else?

“I saw the way you were looking at him,” Brad said.

My body stiffened at the accusation, my face and ears warmed, but other parts of my body felt cooler.  I wanted to strike out at him, just one blow and I could send him off the building, but I stopped myself.  Instead I looked to him for some kind of response but he barely moved.  He just sat there on his knees with his hand under his briefs.

“It’s okay you know, I mean he might not appreciate it, but I won’t tell on you.  I’ve met guys like you before in the bars.  Sometimes they hit on me.  It’s kind of flattering.”

“What?” I asked.

“I’ve even fucked a couple of them.”

“What?”

“I know how it’s done.  I’ve done it.  I’m pretty good actually.”

“It didn’t mean anything.  Guys look at each other all of the time.  It’s natural.”

He shifted a little and got to his feet.  I looked up over his legs, past his crotch, to his stomach, muscled chest, and the silhouette of his head.  As he shifted a little I thought I could make out his dick.  When he pulled his hand out of his underwear I could definitely see it.

“I’m just saying.  I’ve done it but I’m not like that.  I’m not gay.”

“What?” I asked.

“Things happen between guys.  It’s natural for a guy like Rocko.  He’s attractive.  We don’t like to think about it that way but it’s true.  He’s kind of intimidating that way.”

“I don’t know what you think you saw,” I said.

“Okay, but just don’t sweat it.  It’s easy to be jealous, especially when you’re young.  You don’t have a lot of experience but I’ve seen and done it all.”

“Please,” I said.  “I don’t want to talk about this.”

“Right,” he replied.  “Are you going to try and sneak into the house like you are or do you want to get cleaned up first?”

“I don’t know,” I said.

“Follow me,” he replied. 

It wasn’t a suggestion so much as an order, an order I thought about refusing, yet it had a certain kind of logic to it.  I didn’t want to sneak into the house as dirty as I was, certainly not get into bed.  He started to walk along the narrow roof.  Once his back was to me and I felt comfortable he wouldn’t look back I got up to my feet and followed him.  He paused for a moment to look at the moon when he got to the ladder before he climbed down into the barn.  I looked into the partially lit area certain that he would see every detail as I climbed down.  I would be vulnerable and I regretted that I got a little excited about the idea.  But I knew he wasn’t going to move on without me so I just did it.  I forced myself to climb down into the barn.

I was happy to see he had already moved on so I followed after him again, turned off the light as I passed the switch.  We climbed down into the lower part of the barn where the stalls were.  The lights were already off, a little moonlight came in through the windows.  The loudest sounds were those of the horses chewing hay and knocking against the walls with their hooves as they flexed.  It almost felt like the early mornings, yet it wasn’t the same.  We weren’t early.  We were out late.  I was lost in thought when Brad swatted me on the ass playfully and motioned for me to follow him.  He pulled open the main door, waited for me to pass, then closed it.

The darkness of the barn had been comforting, let me forget my state of undress, but outside in front of the barn we were under a pale light.  I realized then just how silly we looked in our boots and underwear.  Silly and yet somehow practical, I thought.  He rolled a cigarette, then led me around the side to a hose we kept there for washing down the horses.  It had a spray nozzle.

“Take off your underwear,” he said.

I froze as I looked to him.  As silly as I felt I still didn’t want to take off my underwear.  I could barely make him out in the darkness, mostly the cherry of his cigarette, but I knew the light was behind me so he at least could see my silhouette.  I shifted a little before I shook my head.

“Come on, hurry up, I’m getting tired.”

He’s just being practical, I thought.  I wanted to get clean but didn’t want him to be the one spraying me.  I decided to refuse and let him do whatever he wanted to do for himself, then afterwards I’d spray myself off.

“We don’t have all night,” he said.

“Just do yourself,” I replied.

“Whatever,” he said before he started to walk past me.

I watched him drag the hose to the front of the barn, under the main light.  There he took off his boots and underwear, set them on a dry rock.  I couldn’t move.  I wanted to look away but I was transfixed.  He started with his hair, moved down his neck, over his chest.  He cleaned his arm pits thoroughly, his arms, then moved back to his abs, down to his crotch, his thighs, knees, shins, and ankles.  After he washed his feet he moved up the backside to get every last spot. 

As he twisted his dick stuck out from him as water dripped off the end.  His pubic hair was matted down.  He sprayed over his ass cheeks before he squatted down a little to spray the water up at his hole.  He let out a moan of surprise as he almost dropped the sprayer, then laughed at himself before he went back at it with more determination.  His jaw clenched tight he sprayed himself for a long time between his hole and his balls before he suddenly stopped and stood up completely. 

My own dick was hard and straining in my underwear from the sight of what he had just done.  I thought it being my own tongue not the hose at his taint, sneaking between his cheeks.  If the front of my underwear wasn’t noticeably wet I thought they would be soon.  He looked to me and I almost retreated into the shadows but he motioned for me to step closer.  I hesitated before I stepped forward a little, more into the light I was sure he could see my erection, but he didn’t seem to notice.

Instead he offered me the sprayer which I took carefully, not wanting even our fingers to touch because I was sure if they did it would send a signal through my body, cause me to freak out and run away.  The sprayer in my hand he turned away from me and asked me to spray his back.  I could feel the water run down over my hand and I knew it was cold, really cold.  I shook my head in disbelief that someone would subject themselves to it but I went ahead anyway, hit him in the middle of the back causing him to whoop and swear as he readied himself.  I sprayed every inch slowly until he could take no more, then told me to stop. 

I thought it was over but he turned to me and looked down to his crotch.  I looked to it as well to see his erection had gone down.  Even cold and soft it was still pretty big, maybe bigger than my own.  We both stared for a long time.  It felt like a moment of bonding until he grinned at me and looked to my crotch where I still had an erection.  He motioned for me to hand over the sprayer.

“What are you going to do?” I asked.

“Looks like you need to be cooled down,” he said.

I looked away from him to the rest of the farm, looked for any sign of someone watching us.  There was no one else.  They were all asleep.  It was just the two of us.  It was just me and him.  His naked body, me in my underwear and boots, and a hose.  As strange as it was I felt more willing to be sprayed down.  I handed it over, stepped away to where he put his boots and slid mine off as well before taking off my underwear.  I covered my crotch with my hands and walked back to him. 

“Okay, let’s have it,” I said with my covered by both hands.

He sprayed me in the chest, moved down to my abs, then to my crotch where I took away my hands.  He sprayed my dick until it shrunk, then moved back up.  He told me to start washing myself so I did.  I washed each place he hit me with water for as long as he sprayed it there.  My arm pits, my hair, my chest, and crotch were all easy enough, right down to my toes, but that’s when he told me to turn around.  He moved back up over my body, over my ass, the small of my back to my shoulders and for a moment I thought I had gotten out of something.  I was ready to call it a night.

“Bend over and spread those cheeks boy,” he said.

There was humor in his voice and yet that command was so undignified, so blunt that I almost refused, but as he kept spraying me with the cold water I felt like I just had to get it over with so I did it.  I bent over, reached back, and spread my ass cheeks.  The water hit the insides of my cheeks first before really getting into my ass as hitting my hole.  I heard him step closer and the water got harder.  It felt like it was really getting in there and for a moment it felt really good until I realized just how cold it was and just how exposed I was to him, to anyone.  I let go, stood up, and stepped away from him before I turned to him.  He held the sprayer with one hand and his dick in the other as he slowly jerked it. 

“You don’t have to be afraid,” he said.  “There’s nothing to be scared of, it’s just me.  I can show you how to have fun.  It’s easy.  I promise it won’t hurt.”

I gulped.  His hand continued to move and I watched him.  He set the hose down and walked to me, got close.  He asked if he could touch me and I told him he could.  He reached out with his other hand and took hold of my dick.  He stroked it a few times.

“Does that feel good?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said.

I felt a renewed warmth in my crotch that moved from my dick into the rest of my body.  It pulsed through me in expanding and greater strength until it reached my lips.  He moved to kiss me and I let him.  His lips felt like foreign objects.  My lips did too, foreign and yet a part of me.  It felt like he was kissing me with electric lips as I felt the shocks travel through me right to my stomach, to my dick.  His tongue slipped into my mouth, a warm, wet invader that felt like it would fill my mouth and cause me to suffocate until I started to kiss back.  His hands left our dicks and went to my shoulders, down to my arms.  His fingertips pressed into my skin as we continued to kiss. 

I felt like I had won the jackpot.  I wanted it all right there and right then.  I had to have it.  I had to get off.  And I didn’t care who saw me.  I pulled away from his kiss ready to do anything and everything when he stopped me and told me we should go somewhere else.  We looked around to make sure no one was going to stop us before he retrieved our boots and underwear and went back into the barn. 

Our hard dicks stuck out from us as we ran.  It was funny to see him run with a hard on and it felt silly to be doing it.  We got back inside easily, climbed up into the hay loft.  I was wary of the rungs of the ladder.  He opened the loft door partially to let in some light before we went back at each other.  He was aggressive as he took hold of me, pushed me to the pile of hay.  I fell onto my back and it felt like a million needles going into my skin but I tried to not let it bother me. 

He pulled his lips from mine, a string of spit fell down over my chin as he moved to my neck where he bit and sucked at the skin.  His hands ran along my arms to my wrists where he playfully pinned them for a moment as I felt his teeth move down my chest to my nipple.  He bit it softly before using his tongue to circle the tip, one then the other.  His wet lips moved down my stomach to my crotch, through my pubic hair to my hard dick.  He licked at the base and it felt like two parts of me as the head swelled.

It was possibly the hardest I had ever been.  His tongue left a trail of spit down to my balls.  He licked and sucked at them.  He took one in his mouth as I felt his fingers on my knees, then up my thighs, down under them he raised my legs, got a good hold at the backs of my knees and pushed my feet high into the air as he moved down over my taint with his tongue, a string of nerves that fired off one at a time until he got to my hole where he pressed into my flesh, worked into me.  I reached for my own dick, the sensitive head slipped through my fingers as it was covered in ejaculate. 

The pleasure of the feeling of him rimming me made me writhe on the hay, a million new needles into my flesh I rolled my head into my back as I grunted.  I could feel the sweat in the small of my back, the ache of my thighs, my hard dick as I rubbed the shaft carefully, and the bulbous end of my dick that felt so full and hot.  He sucked and tickled me with his tongue, each moment of pressure giving me a suggestion of what it would feel like to have him inside me.  He let go of my legs so I strained to keep them in the air as he moved his hands down to my ass.  His fingers pressed into my wet opening, forced me, pulled at me, until I thought he had split me in two. 

A sensation of pleasure ran through me that cause me to grunt and moan.  I realized I was holding my breath and forced myself to breath, in then out.  His fingers rubbed at me, pushed into me, pulled at me as his tongue got deeper.  He was getting me ready, prepping me and I wanted it.  I wanted him.

When he pulled his tongue out, ran it up with his fingers over my body I knew it was time as I felt his dick pushed against my hole.  His hands found their way up my sides, his tongue ran over my stomach until it reached the middle of my chest where he kissed and bit.  He reached for my wrists and I let him take them as I felt him maneuver into me, press into me.  He had me under the full weight of his body as I felt it slowly going inside all of the way to the base.  His balls tickled at my ass for a moment before he pulled back out, then pushed back into me, each time I could feel all the parts of my body as if they were separate yet just as powerful. 

After a few strokes he began to work me faster and harder as he bit into my skin his fingers got tighter around my wrists.  I turned my head to look at him, a bit of straw stuck in my hair.  He grunted as he battered at me, sweat covered his body in a thin sheen.  I could smell him, myself, the ejaculate.  My hard dick rubbed up against my abs as he bent me into position.  I heard the slap of skin against skin as I felt him there going faster and faster, deep inside of me I felt a new sensation that was like a tickle, a kind of pleasant shock that made me think for a moment I was going to piss myself.  It was the type of pleasure that felt like it was going to overwhelm me as it spread through my body.  I tried to reach for my dick to finish myself off but he just held my wrists as he continued to pump.  His eyes were closed, head turned away slightly with his warm cheek pressed against my pectoral muscle.  He groaned and pushed against me, pulled at my wrists for a long moment before he let go with his head still resting on me, his body went limp, pressed down onto my dick.  It was the only touch I needed as I felt an orgasm better than any other I could have given myself. 

Ejaculate pushed out of my dick into the crevice between our warm bodies.  He gave a little laugh before he pushed himself up from me.  He pulled himself from me.  I felt him slide out, followed by his ooze.  He steadied himself before he moved beside me and sat next to me.  I reached down to my hole.  It felt open and pulsing in a way that I had never known could happen and I felt his ejaculate there running out of me.  I touched some of it, pushed my finger around in the soft skin to get any last sensation, then fell onto my back.  My slime covered dick began began to soften as I felt it laying against my warm thigh.  He touched my stomach, ran his fingers through the puddle of goo, moved it around, and began to laugh. 

Every muscle in my body was strained.  I didn’t feel like I could walk.  I didn’t feel like I could sit up.  I was happy.  I was exhausted.  My skin felt hard and dry from being in the sun, my muscles ached from working and then having sex, and he was still there, beside me, touching my chest.  I thought it was over.  I thought it would never happen again and I was afraid of going to sleep then seeing him the next day.  But then he lay down beside me on his side, his hand went to my dick as he moved his face to mine.  He pressed his lips to mine, his tongue into my mouth.  We kissed for a few moments before he pulled away.

“You can’t tell anyone about this,” he said.

“I promise I won’t,” I replied.

“But we can still have more fun,” he said.

“What are you thinking,” I asked.

“You and me, out on the range...”

I laughed a little.

“Not literally, but we could do it.  Go out and sack up together, bring a dog and a few horses.  No one has to know.”

I sighed as I put my hand over his as he teased my dick.  I thought he was just another Casanova Cowboy and now he wanted to do it again.  Was it the promise of some relationship or just another bit of fun?

Act Your Age The Brat Ch 14 - Baby New Year

The magic of Christmas seemed to run out the next day as I sat looking at my gifts from Mr. Grant.  He had given me a couple more books about script writing, accessories for my digital camera, a bathrobe I didn’t plan to wear, and an editing program for my computer.  My biggest gift to him was a Movado watch.  He seemed to feel it was too much but he put it on his wrist and didn’t seem to want to ever take it off.  My mother didn’t call but my father did.  We spent half of an hour on the phone Christmas Day.  He said he had gotten me a gift but he would be around after the New Year to give it to me because they had decided to travel for the holidays.

It was strange to think of my empty house sitting there.  I was half tempted to go look around my bedroom for anything I might want but I wasn’t sure if they had changed the alarm codes and anything I could have gotten would have been trivial.  It was all kind of boring until New Year’s Eve.  I was on my game system with Ben and Ethan when Ben started to ask us what we were doing that night.

“Not much,” Ethan said.

“I was wondering because I’ve been stuck with my parents over the Christmas break and I really wanted to do something for New Years Eve.”

“Well, I don’t know.  It’s probably going to be pretty boring here,” I said.  I thought about Mr. Grant in the other room.  “Hold on guys, let me see if you can come over.”

I got up from my chair and went to Mr. Grant who was reading a magazine in the living room while listening to NPR in the background.  He looked up to me with a tired, quizzical face.  We hadn’t talked about any kind of celebration and I thought he might be against it but I decided to ask anyway.

“I was just talking to Ben and Ethan.  They’re not doing anything tonight for New Year’s Eve and I thought maybe, I don’t know, if they could come over.”

“Who’s Ben?” he asked.

“He came to the Halloween party.  He was the one in the diaper.”

“Oh right, well, I don’t know.  I was feeling kind of tired.”

Without really thinking about it I pouted at him by crossing my arms and pulling my bottom lip up over my top, shifted on my feet awkwardly.  He smiled at me and closed the magazine, leaned toward me.

“No alcohol, no smoking, and the only spanking is to be handled by me.”

“Deal,” I said before I ran back to the guest room and picked up the headset.  “Hey guys, are you still interested in doing something?  Mr. Grant said it’s okay if you come over.  We can’t be drinking but we’ll still have a good time.”

“Great,” Ben said.

“What time?” Ethan asked.

“I don’t know.  Just come over whenever,” I said.

“I can come over now,” Ben replied.

“It will take me a while,” Ethan said.

Before I knew it Ben disconnected from the game and Ethan did as well.  I exited the multi-player game and started a single player one.  I was several levels into it when Ben rang the doorbell.  He really was desperate to get out of his house.  I ran to the door and opened it to let him inside the house.  He had a bag in his hand.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Noise makers,” he said.  “My parents had them and told me to take them with me.  They’re not messy.  They just make noise.”

“Okay, come on in,” I said.

I led him into the living room where Mr. Grant got to his feet and moved to Ben.  They shook hands and I introduced them to each other.  Mr. Grant said he had something to do in the kitchen so we took over the couch.  Ben looked pleased but a little disappointed.  It was then that I realized that other than video games we hadn’t really talked about much.  I wasn’t sure what he thought about my relationship with Mr. Grant and I wasn’t sure what to make of his diaper at the party.

“Sorry about that thing at Halloween,” I said.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said.

“I just thought the people I invited would be cooler than that.  People should be able to wear whatever they want.  What inspired you?”

“Actually, I kind of like wearing them,” he answered.

“Really?”

“I’m actually wearing a diaper right now,” he said.

“Really?”

He nodded.

“Don’t tell anyone,” he said.

I looked to where Mr. Grant was in the kitchen as he was getting refreshments.  It felt so awkward sitting there and yet to me it didn’t seem like a big deal.  I had had my own experience with a diaper, possibly a much needed one given my habit of pissing myself.  After a night of binge drinking I reckoned it was a safe way to sleep, at least for me.  He looked around at the room, maybe hoping to change the topic.

“You don’t have to worry about it tonight,” I said.

He looked at me with doubt in his eyes. 

“In fact one time I woke up in a diaper after a night of drinking.”

“What?  Was it some kind of dare or fraternity prank?”

“No, actually Mr. Grant put me in it.  I kind of pissed myself in his car.  By kind of, I mean I actually did.”

He laughed and I smiled back awkwardly as I wasn’t sure why I confessed to him my secret.  Maybe because he was wearing, maybe because I thought I could trust him.  It didn’t feel all the important in my head, but after I said it I felt like I had let something go that I couldn’t get back.

“Thanks for telling me that,” he said.

“Okay,” I replied.

We stared at each other feeling a awkward until Mr. Grant came into the room with a soda for each of us.  I took it gratefully, then offered to show Ben around the house which he accepted.  We got to our feet and I told him to put the can down on a coaster before I ushered him through the rest of the house.  When we got to the master bedroom I was thankful that Mr. Grant was always tidy and there was nothing evident to be ashamed of like a pair of dirty underwear.  When we got to the guest room I remembered back to Halloween night and the sight of Ben on his knees giving that guy a blow job.  He hadn’t seen me watching him.  I turned he light on and off quickly before I walked away from the room afraid I was going to say something embarrassing.  He didn’t seem to notice, but it was the only thing I could think about as we made our way to the living room even when Mr. Grant engaged Ben in small talk.

We chatted for some time before Ethan finally knocked at the door.  I was quick to get to my feet and open the door for him.  He smiled at me before we walked back to the living room.  Somehow standing there with him I thought about the paddling on Halloween night as the two of us had each felt the paddle he had given me but I had barely told him anything about it.  To be fair after Parker much of it was a blur.

“Hi,” Ethan said with a wave of his hand.

“Oh right, you guys haven’t actually met,” I said.  “Ethan this is Ben.  Ben this is Ethan.”

“Hi,” Ben said holding up his hand slightly.

“Well,” I said.

“Come in and have a seat,” Mr. Grant offered.  “Maybe Shane can get you something to drink.”

“Right,” I said before dashing off to the kitchen.

Much of the night was just as awkward.  We sat around trying to talk about things but nothing felt right, so when we turned on the celebration coverage there was at least something in common that didn’t need to be discussed.  It was like that until I ran into Ethan on my way back from the bathroom and he pulled me into the guest room.  He had a inquisitive, if not naughty look on his face.  We stood in the shadows of the room partially illuminated by light the living room.

“What’s the deal with Ben out there?” he asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I kind of just thought he was someone you met online.  What’s he like?  Is he a spanking friend?  You haven’t really said much.”

“Oh well, he’s into diapers,” I said.

“Really?” he asked.

“No, I mean, would that be okay with you?”

“To each their own,” Ethan said.

“Okay, well then he is, but actually I met him at the mall with Ryan.  It’s a long story but he came to my Halloween party.”

“He’s kind of cute.  I’m not sure about the diaper thing.  Is he into spanking at all?”

“Well, he’s not against it.  I mean, well, Halloween night I got out the paddle and there were a bunch of us but we played this game.  I know he had a sore ass the next day.  I’m not sure if he was just playing along or he was really into it.”

“That’s good to know I guess,” he said.

“Do you like him?”

“I wouldn’t kick him out of bed,” Ethan said.

I rolled my eyes at the comment.  As if he could tell by the body movements he took hold of my arm and stopped me from completely dismissing what he said.

“No really, I’m joking.  He’s cute and if he’s in the least interested, maybe, I don’t know, I could see myself dating him at least once.  How old is he?”

“Eighteen,” I said.  “I haven’t carded him yet but that’s what he said.”

“We need to find out.”  He gripped my arm tighter.

“Okay, relax you’re starting to hurt me,” I said.

He released me and was about to leave me when I stopped him.  An idea occurred to me and it just felt right.

“Actually, there is something I want to do.”

We both snuck into the bathroom where I found the diapers at the back of the cupboard and pulled them out.  Ethan gave me a look of surprise, then of confusion so I explained to him that Ben was wearing one right now and that I thought we should give it a try.

“Is there something you want to tell me about you or Mr. Grant?” he asked.

“No, it was just a punishment,” I said.

“What?”

“I pissed myself,” I said.  “More than once, the second time being in his car so he got diapers and he put one on me.  It was before we were really a couple.”

“I wish I was drunk for this,” Ethan said.

Fifteen minutes later we both walked out not wearing pants but instead just wearing our t-shirts and a diaper.  Mr. Grant noticed first and gave us a concerned look.  When Ben saw us his face turned red.

“Baby New Year?” Mr. Grant asked.

We looked to each other as we realized it wasn’t actually a good idea, especially as Ben seemed to almost want to run away, maybe even cry.  I raised my hand to stop Mr. Grant from saying anything else.

“Actually, I need to see Ben in the other room,” I said.

Ben got to his feet, his head low, and walked to meet me.  I put my arm around his shoulders as I took him to the guest bedroom where I turned on the light and led him to the bed to sit.  His hands were shaking.

“Wait, I’m not trying to embarrass you,” I said.  “I was trying to actually make it okay.  Ethan wanted to do it too.  It’s not a joke.”

“Really?” Ben asked.

“I swear,” I said.

“Okay,” he replied.

“Would you want to join us?” I asked.  “Mr. Grant won’t care.  I don’t care.  Ethan doesn’t care.  It’s just us.”

He looked me in the eye and maybe he could tell the truth, or maybe he was just so desperate to have a friend and have the experience he nodded.  I watched as he got to his feet, undid his belt and jeans, pushed them down to his ankles where he took off his shoes, and finally stepped out of them.  His diaper was clearly different from mine.  I took his hand and together we walked back into the living room.

I assumed Mr. grant had talked to Ethan in the mean time because he didn’t say anything when we came back out.  Instead of going back to our seats we went to the floor where we sat shoulder to shoulder and looked up at the television.  When we did the diaper crinkled and air shot up from my butt to the small of my back and we both started laughing.  It wasn’t long before Ethan joined us.  Mr. Grant stayed on the couch.

Just before midnight he gave us the noise makers and at midnight we all made as much noise as we could as we knocked and pushed against each other.  What shocked me most though was when Ethan whispered in Ben’s ear before they kissed.  At first it was tentative but then Ethan took over and fell to the ground with him as they started to kiss more passionately.  I felt jealous so I got up and went to Mr. Grant, sat on his lap, and started to kiss him.  Our kiss was shorter than Ethan and Ben’s kiss.