Johnny Seed Ch 04 - Savior

No matter how many reasons there was to go Johnny felt guilt as he

stood along the on ramp for the highway because some part of him

believed, some part of him knew, that if he just went home, if he just

laid low, and maybe even hid somewhere, that he’d be okay, it would be

okay.  But okay wasn’t enough to make him stop.  Okay wasn’t enough to

hold him.  So he stood there under the morning sun with his thumb out

hoping for a ride and when a truck stopped and picked him up he was

grateful.  That bit of guilt shrunk a little more with each mile and

so by fifty miles out of town he was starting to feel pretty good

until the driver told him to get out because he was going into town.

Johnny hopped out with his bag in tow and walked to the shade of some

trees in a small turn around area.  He slung the bag over one shoulder

and waited.

Cars passed by but no one stopped and at first it was annoying until

he started to think about who those people were.  They were mostly

mothers and fathers and he was a teenage boy trying to bum a free

ride.  He shifted from foot to foot to redistribute his weight as the

minutes turned into almost two hours.  That’s when the sun disappeared

behind some clouds and he didn’t take notice of it until he heard the

crack of thunder and rain fell down onto him and all around.  It

wasn’t something he had really noticed before, the way the road

changes from a kind of gray color to jet black, the way the air cools,

and the feeling of being pelted by lots of little droplets, ice cold

droplets that soaked his hair, his shirt, his shoes, and even his

jeans.  He tried to hide under different trees but none of them were

good cover so he finally went back where he could be seen and sat on

his bag.

There was a distant rumble he mistook for thunder at first, but it was

persistent, a kind of growl of some beast sped towards him.  He looked

up from his hands to the road where he saw a single light cutting

through the sheets of rain.  He stuck out his thumb.  The growl became

a roar that brushed over his skin as it passed and he dropped his hand

and looked to his shoes, eighty dollars he didn’t have.  But then he

heard the beast nearly go quiet and he looked up to see the driver

turn around to head back in his direction.  He jumped to his feet as

it passed him again and for a moment he was heart broke that it was

just someone fooling him until the driver turned around a second time

and approached him at a slower speed.

“Ever ride before?”

He wanted to lie.  He wanted to say anything to get out of this

predicament and yet he felt the truth force its way out of him.

“No,” he replied.

“Well, just climb on and hold tight.”

So he did.  He climbed onto the back of the motorcycle and clung to

his savior, perhaps a little too tight at first as he felt the man’s

hands readjust his grip before the bike roared to life and he was

pulled along by it.  At first he tried to look over the man’s shoulder

but rain pelted him in his eyes so he changed to hold his head down at

an angle and just hope for the best.  They went another ten miles,

lightning illuminated the sky and thunder penetrated the vibrations

and roar of the bike so he clung tighter.  The leather felt slick in

his fingers and for a moment he thought he would fall off until he

felt it slow and the driver pulled off the road.

A quick tap to his hands and he let go.  He waited for a moment then

climbed off.  He looked beside them to see an old barn with the front

door open but not much else around, no house, no trailer, no sign of

anyone living there.  And for a moment he thought he was going to be

left there, taken to a dry spot and left on his own, a small gesture

of good will, until the driver pulled the bike up and under and awning

attached to the side of the barn.  Johnny watched the man walk

confidently into the barn and he just stood there unsure what he

should do.

“Are you just going to stand out there all day?”

The logic of sarcasm hit him and he quickly ran inside where he found

the other man surveying the place, for a moment his black helmet made

him look like an alien to Johnny and he laughed a little to himself.

The driver pulled off the helmet and for a moment he couldn’t believe

what he saw, a middle aged man with short hair and a very handsome

face.  He felt himself soften just by looking at the man’s face and

for a moment he felt comfortable until he turned to him and looked him

in the eyes and he felt every muscle tighten again.

“It’s dry,” the man said, “it’ll do.”

“Right,” Johnny replied.

“Well, better make ourselves comfortable.”

Johnny watched the man quickly strip out of his gloves and leather

jacket and hung them up on hooks.  He set his helmet where it wouldn’t

be knocked over easily, then pulled off his shirt.  Johnny stood

puzzled for a moment until he saw the white t-shirt was translucent

and it made sense until the man slid off his boots and down came his

jeans.  No underwear, Johnny realized, and he chuckled again to

himself as he watched the man’s dick shake back and forth, then bounce

as he moved.  He set his boots to dry and carried a small black bag

over to a bail of hay.  He sat and looked to Johnny who stood amazed

at the sight.  There the man sat completely naked in an old barn on a

road he had probably traveled a half dozen times for one reason or

another.  How many times had he passed this barn and thought about it?

His contemplation was broken when the man unzipped his bag and pulled

out a half pint of whiskey that was half full.  He drank from it then

offered the bottle to Johnny who waved it away out of politeness.

Instead he looked over the man’s body as he crossed his ankles, there

before him was a man who’s muscles told the story of his life.  Well

developed calf muscles and thighs meant he probably did labor work,

muscled arms confirmed the thought, but his soft, white stomach meant

that he worked outside in the sun with an undershirt on so maybe he

was a little embarrassed about it or maybe there were requirements,

either way it was like the soft belly of a rabbit.  It was in contrast

to his dark, tattooed arms.

“Are you just going to stand there and stare all day or are you going

to strip down and get comfortable?”

Johnny tried to speak but only managed a few audible sounds of

surprise and embarrassment before he set down his bag and began to

take off his clothes.  The man had already down his strip tease and

Johnny felt on the spot as he stood there.  He pulled off his shirt,

unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, began to lower them when he

realized the man was a stranger and that his own dick was betraying

him by starting to chub up.  Pause, he thought, distract him.

“What’s your name?”

“Charles, but everyone calls me Chuck,” he said.

“Where are you going?”

“My friend is having a party this weekend so I’m going up to his

place.  It’s going to be a blowout.  There’ll be lots of beer,

barbecue, and women.”

“Really?”

And for some reason the distraction hadn’t worked on the stranger but

on himself as Johnny reached down to take off his shoes.  The first

one was easy but the second one was a bit of a struggle as his jeans

fell to his ankles and he started to hop around on one foot until he

finally fell to his butt.  Chuck let out a big laugh and downed the

rest of his bottle before pulling out a pack of cigarettes.

“You probably want to take off that other shoe now that you’re down

like that,” he said with a motion of his hand.  “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” Johnny said before finally getting his other shoe off. He

pulled his jeans off as well and stood.  He set about hanging up his

clothes, not quite sure where to put them.  He moved about back and

forth in his white briefs hanging things and readjusting as he didn’t

quite want to go over and sit next to the man.  But eventually he had

no reason to stay on his feet and he dragged his bag over and sat on

it.

“Protect that with your life?”

“It is my life,” Johnny replied.

“Good for you,” the man replied.

Johnny tried to keep looking the man in the eye or else over his

shoulder, but he definitely tried to avoid looking down to his crotch

where the man’s penis lay over his left thigh like a slug.  But

there’s shadows and I’m in my underwear, he told himself.

“Well, if the rain don’t let up I don’t know what we’re gonna do,”

Chuck said, “I finished my half pint of whiskey and I don’t have any

weed on me, fresh out.”

Weed?  Johnny had weed.  He was about to say something when he felt a

fear of someone, this stranger, knowing he had something of value.

This was a seasoned biker, and here he was a teenager trying to

hitchhike across the country.  But this is what I wanted, he told

himself, I wanted an adventure.

“I’ve got some in my bag,” Johnny blurted out.

“Well, it don’t look like this rain is about to give up so let’s have

ourselves a little party here.”

“Really?”

“Does it look like we’re going anywhere?”

“No, I guess not,” Johnny replied.

In a flash he was on his feet and into his bag.  He pushed and pulled

until he finally came out with the twenty dollar bag he bought off a

friend.  He handed it over to the man who eyed it carefully through

the cellophane bag.

“Anything to smoke it?”

“What?  Oh no, I didn’t think about that.  I didn’t want to carry a

pipe around with me, you know, it’s lumpy.”

“Stay here,” Chuck said, “I spotted some apple trees.”

Johnny sat on his bag and watched the man pull himself to his feet

then comfortably walk across the floor of the barn, peak out the front

door, then stroll out sight.  He felt his dick harden more.  And yet

the man had walked off, a grunt and the sound of rustling leaves,

Chuck reappeared in the doorway with three apples in hand.  He

retrieved a knife from his jacket then went back to his seat and sat.

Johnny watched him quickly carve the apple into a pipe.  And with all

of the movement he couldn’t help but also see the man’s dick move a

little which at first he took for the normal movement of testicles but

as he watched the man stuff the apple with weed he noticed the man was

getting an erection, at least the beginning of an erection.  He slowly

turned his knee away hoping to get his own crotch out of sight but

continued to pay attention to the man who pulled a lighter from his

bag where he kept his whiskey and hit the apple.  He breathed deep and

handed it over to Johnny who didn’t know what to make of it at first

but eventually he figured out how to put his lips to the apple’s body

and suck out the smoke.  He hit it twice then passed it back.

“Good shit,” Chuck said with an exhale.

“I know I feel much better,” Johnny replied.

“Good, so does that mean you’re finally going to take off those

ridiculous little briefs you’re wearing.  You do realize I can see

right through them right?”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah, when you fell on your ass I saw all of it, walking back and

forth, every jiggle, every bounce.  Hell I could tell if you’re cut or

uncut.”

“What?”

“Cut, am I right?”

“Oh god,” Johnny said before breaking into nervous, panicked laughter.

“Don’t worry about it.  We’re both guys but you going around like

that.  It’s cute but it’s not hiding anything.  Get comfortable and

stretch out.”

Johnny could tell by the timber of his voice and the words that he was

being sincere so he pushed himself up and walked to a peg where he

covered himself with one hand and took off his underwear with the

other then hung it up.  He walked back to Chuck and sat next to him.

Chuck looked over, then down to his crotch and back up into his eyes.

He made a motion with his head as if Johnny shouldn’t be embarrassed

and he realized the man knew he was circumcised so he had seen it all

before and he uncovered himself.

“Now, let’s get stoned,” Chuck said.

And they continued to pass the apple back and forth, Chuck made

improvements each time and eventually the passing slowed, then

stopped.  Johnny felt a little sleepy and he closed his eyes for a

moment, let his head fall.  When his jaw his hit his chest he awoke

and found himself looking down at Chuck’s hard dick.  He felt his eyes

widen in surprise but clenched his jaw and bit his tongue.

“Weed always makes me horny, looks like it got to you too,” he said.

Johnny looked to his own dick which was rock hard and leaking

ejaculate.  He was just a little hard.  It wasn’t a chubby.  His dick

was completely hard.  He looked to away and for a moment he wanted to

run until he felt Chuck’s hand take hold of it.  A slightly rough,

slightly calloused hand took hold of his dick, then another stacked on

top gripped his dick like a baseball bat.  He turned to look to

Chuck’s eyes to see if there was hate or lust there but instead he

found Chuck quickly going down on him.  He felt the man’s lips touch

the head.  His hands caressed down the shaft followed by his mouth

until he felt the man gag a little.

This was it.  This was the adventure.  He was in a barn, the smell of

hay and old wood, a thunderstorm outside and he was naked with a biker

who was giving him a blow job, one of the best he had ever gotten

because Chuck could take inches.  Just from the movement of his hands

he knew the man knew how to stimulate a dick and seemed to appreciate

a big dick at that, but he could swallow like no one else.  Johnny

felt himself getting comfortable, his knees parted, raised up a little

and that’s when he felt Chuck’s tongue go lower right between his ass

cheeks to his hole.  He had never felt it before and the man was right

into him.  He felt it squirm and press into his skin, tease him open a

little and wiggle.  His dick felt like it was going to shoot off from

his body.

Then he felt a finger, one of those rough fingers pushed into him down

there and the man licked back up over his dick, over his muscled abs,

teased at his nipples and finally they looked each other in the eye.

“When you woke up this morning is this what you thought you’d be

doing?” Chuck asked.

“Did you?”

“I’m off by a couple hours but hell yeah,” he answered.

“Really?”

Chuck bit into his neck and sucked at it a little.  Johnny felt the

wetness of spit down over his body, his dick in one hand and finger in

his hole.  He cried out and grunted as the man continued to tease him.

And he looked up into his eyes again.  For a moment he thought this

rough man would have his way with him, leave him there possibly naked,

fucked over and used but then he saw this kindness in the man’s eyes

and the man smiled at him.

“First I’ll fuck you then you fuck me if it’s still raining,” Chuck said.

“Okay,” Johnny sighed.

Chapter 01: https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-chapter-01-hit-road.html

Chapter 02: https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-ch-02-smell.html

Chapter 03: https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-ch-03-bf.html

Chapter 04: https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-ch-04-savior.html

Act Your Age The Brat Ch 13 - Under the Tree

The lights of the Christmas tree and seasonal decorations were the only illumination in the room as we sat next to each other on the couch.  I was already down to my underwear and he had taken off his shirt.  My head on his shoulder I ran a finger through the hair on his chest.  I moved from nipple to nipple, down to his belly button, back up to his clavicle.  He felt warm and cuddly, maybe tired enough that we’d just get to bed and fall asleep together. 

“After the New Year I think we should go on another vacation,” he said.

“Do you want to go back to Las Vegas?” I asked.

“No, I was thinking about visiting some friends of mine.”

“Okay,” I said.  “That would be nice.”

“Also I have to do some traveling in February.  There’s a small business convention I want to go to where they have some lectures about restaurants.”

“Oh,” I said.

“It’s just a few days.  You’ll probably be in class right?”

“Yeah, uh, no problem.”

I fell silent at his comments, put my head on his shoulder, let my hand drift down to his crotch.  He didn’t even invite me, or leave it open to me coming along, but I tried to push those thoughts from my mind.  It was all about the moment, the here and now.  So I looked to the tree and the presents.  I liked the idea of running out from the bedroom tomorrow morning to tear into one of them, all of them, but then I thought about getting a chance to have them right then and I made up my mind to try and convince him.

After all we were adults.  There was no mystery of Santa Claus, no great expectation of having some fantasy fulfilled, some material need satisfied.  I didn’t know what all he had gotten me, though I had some ideas after my birthday gift, and I was pretty sure he didn’t know what I had gotten him.  I bit my lip as I pulled my feet up to the cushion and repositioned myself to talk.

“So, we worked pretty late, it’s after midnight,” I said.

“What’s your point?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I was just thinking that technically it’s Christmas and the gifts are under the tree.”

“I’m not sure,” he said, “I was thinking we’d unwrap our gifts tomorrow morning.  Don’t you like waking up and sitting together?”

“I do.  It’s just there was a tradition that we’d open one gift on Christmas Eve and the rest on Christmas Day.  We didn’t open a gift on Christmas Eve because we were working but since it’s technically Christmas Day...”

“Are you tempted?”

I grinned.

“What if I said one present?”

“Please,” I said.

“What if I said no presents?”

“Come on,” I said.

“It sounds like it’s too much for you.  It sounds like you need to learn a little more about discipline.”  I gulped thinking he was insinuating that I needed a spanking.  I was relieved by his next words.  “But I think a little lesson in delayed gratification would be better.  What do you think?”

I was curious about what he had in mind.  As good as the Christmas presents could be I wanted him.  I wanted his touch.  We hadn’t had sex in days and I didn’t get to jerk off in the morning because we were at the soup kitchen helping out.  It had been a long day but I was feeling the stimulation of adrenaline.

“I’m up for it,” I said.

“You will be,” he replied.

I watched him get up from the couch and walk into our bedroom, then go into the the kitchen where he retrieved a wooden chair.  He dragged it back into the room and in front of the Christmas tree.  He positioned it so it was slightly towards the presents but with plenty of space between them.  He beckoned me with a curl of his finger so I got up and walked to him. 

He had me sit in the chair chair, then reached down and tickled my balls through my underwear until I began to get an erection.  He traced over the shaft of my dick, circled the head, back down and up.  I let out a nervous laugh, smiled at him and he smiled back at me.  His finger tip traced lines of pleasure making me begin to leak.  My nipples began to harden so I reached up and began to play with them.  He grinned at me before he took hold of my wrists and pulled my hands down to my sides.

“How long is this going to be?” I asked.

“As long as I want it to last,” he said.

The red and green colors stood out to me in that darkened room, the flame of a candle looked so bright and yet so alone.  He took hold of the front of the waist band of my briefs and pulled it out, then down under my balls so that my dick stuck out towards him, wet at the tip.  He stuck my hands under the band of my underwear at each hip so that they stuck out the other side, then manipulated them around until I was bound. 

“You’re holding your breath,” he said.

I breathed deep, held it, and then exhaled.  Made another nervous laugh as he looked up into my eyes.  I could see his teeth, his wet tongue.  He pushed my knees apart, positioned my ankles back against the legs of the chair, pulled small ropes from his back pocket, then secured them.  He leaned close to my dick and for a moment I thought he was going to take it in his mouth but he stopped.  He let out a impish laugh before he pulled back and stood up. 

“Wait,” I said.

“You don’t get to control this,” he said.

He reached into his other back pocket and pulled out a blindfold, let it hang there for a moment so that I knew what it was before he stepped behind me and used it to cover my eyes.  I was blind when he tied it at the back of my head.

“What’s next?” I asked.

That’s when he put something else at my lips.  At first I thought it was his fingers but as I opened them, felt the hardness yet give, rubber and round.  A gag, I realized.  I relaxed, opened my mouth, and he pushed it between my teeth.  There was the sound, opening of a cap to a bottle of lubricant, the tip of his finger against my chest right in the middle that ran down, slick and teasing, to my pubes, then both of his hands at my stomach, around to my sides making me laugh a little before going up to my arm pits, back out to my pectorals where he massaged the muscles there for a long time as he worked my nipples into points.  It was almost enough to forget about my cock until he took hold of it with one slick hand and began to work it with his fist.

There was little I could do as I felt the bindings on my ankles and my wrists in my own underwear, useless against my thighs.  One hand slid over my chest while the other was on my dick and I thought for a moment he was working me to a climax until he let go and that hand down there slipped to my balls where he took a firm hold, pulled them down just enough to distract me. 

His fingers moved over me leaving barely a trace of sensation.  The gag between my teeth made me salivate, drool ran from my lips down over my chin and to my chest.  He tickled and rubbed me in different areas, sometimes predictable and other times not.  But when he went back to my dick as if to focus all of his attention on it I got really excited because I thought he would work me to an orgasm.  Grunts and moans escaped from my throat.  His fingers left me though.

That’s when I heard tearing down there at my underwear as he worked an opening in them to get to my butt.  First one probing finger and then something else.  It felt long and rigid as it slipped along my flesh to my hole.  He pushed the dildo inside of me with consistent pressure until I felt myself give completely, my flesh wrapped around it, gripped at it.  I felt open and full at the same time.  My dick was the hardest it had ever been and yet it felt nothing, no sensation, nothing to rub against.  I moaned some more as I wanted to be able to beg him, plead with him for just a little touch. 

His fingers ran along my thighs from the inside out to my knees, then back to my crotch.  I desperately wanted him to touch my dick, my balls, but he moved out again, back in, and out again.  The saliva on my chest felt cold and foreign to me though I knew where it had come from, my own mouth.  I thrashed about against my bindings in an attempt to rub against something with my dick.  It felt detached and yet it was the most sensitive part of my body, a blind probe.

I was about to give up when I felt his hands leave my legs but then I felt him there at the bulbous head.  I felt his hot breath, the nip of his lips.  And then an all consuming, warm and wet surrounding of his mouth.  His tongue against the underside of my dick.  I felt as if I was leaving my body.  It wasn’t the familiar sensation of an orgasm from masturbation.  It felt as if some part of me was leaving as I ejaculated.  It felt as if I had given something away. 

He pulled off me, took my dick in his hands.  He milked every last ounce of cum, every sensation until my dick was sensitive and I tried to pull back but he kept after me, his fingers on the sensitive head slipped over its surface, brushed the opening that felt impossibly big.  He kept at it as I moaned.  He worked the dildo in me to remind me it was still there, took hold of my dick, worked it as hard and fast as he could. 

I tried to refuse.  I tried to wish the pain and pleasure away.  He kept at me and in another moment before I knew exactly what was happening I orgasmed again this time it felt as if something had been cut off.  One moment of excruciating bliss. 

Sweat covered my body and my muscles ached.  I wasn’t sure I could stand.  He slipped the dildo from me, pulled the gag from my mouth, and kissed me.  He undid my wrists.  My underwear felt stretched and torn, but I knew it could be replaced.  He untied my ankles, ran his fingers up my legs to massage the blood and muscle back into place.  He kissed me again on the lips before he got to his feet and pulled me up to him with both hands in my armpits.  I was like a doll, barely able to support myself.  My underwear fell down to my ankles and he laughed a little so I laughed back as I tried to steady myself.

I thought for a moment of how to get to the bedroom but then I felt him take hold of me again, this time his arm down behind my knees, and he lifted me from the floor.  My limp dick pointed back towards my belly button he carried me into the bedroom where he lay me down on the bed.  We kissed as he crawled over me onto his side.  I rolled away from him and he moved up behind me.  Our skin felt like two connected parts, his breath on the back of my neck was a familiar comfort.

The next morning I awoke to find him on his back with his eyes open.  I asked him how long he had been awake and he said it had only been a few minutes.  He asked me if I wanted to open my presents.

“Can I?”

“Of course,” he said.

I jumped up from the bed and ran out to the tree.  He was quick to follow.

Act Your Age The Brat Ch 05 - Up To No Good

By the time I got to Leo’s house I already had two drinks at a bar near my father’s office before I caught the bus.  I had to change buses twice and was kind of irritable, but I forced myself to smile as I knocked on the door.  I wasn’t surprised to find a naked, male stranger answering the door.  He looked like a hippie with long hair, a natural, thin build, and body hair.  His dick was uncircumcised and a few inches when limp.  I had to force myself to look him in the eye.

“Hey,” he said.

“I’m Shane.  I’m here for Leo.”

“Yeah, come on in,” he said.

He pushed open the screen door so I opened it, then stepped inside the house.  It smelled of pot but was otherwise clean.  Someone called my name so I walked further into the house to the dining room.  I grinned when I saw Leo, Parker, Matt, and Trent were all playing strip poker.  Each of them was mostly undressed as there was a pile of clothing in the middle of the table.  The guy who had let me in walked past me and went into the kitchen.  I followed him with my eyes and I was delighted when he went to the refrigerator, opened the door, and bent over to get something.  I could see the full shape of his cheeks, the depth of his crack, two swinging balls, and the hint of his dick.

“Still misbehaving?” Parker asked.

“Sometimes,” I answered.

I continued to stare at the new guy, unashamed, or maybe a little drunk and not afraid of what they would think of me.  I watched him get out some food that he carried to the counter out of view.  It was only then I looked back to them.  They all had been watching me and started to laugh.  I know I turned a shade of pink as I cleared my throat and moved to an open chair.

“So, you’re the birthday boy tonight,” Trent said.

“That means we get him proper fucked up,” Matt added.

 They all laughed a cheered.  I looked around at them.  Trent was closest to me on the same side of the table.  I noted that he was down to his boxers, the way a small bit of fat created a roll at his stomach.  It was kind of cute.  Leo and Parker were shirtless so I studied their muscled chests and their nipples.  Matt still had his shirt on but I had a feeling he wasn’t wearing pants.  Who takes off their pants before their shirt in strip poker?  I was about to say something when I felt the presence of the guy who greeted me at the door beside me. 

When I turned my head I was looking straight at his dick.  I let out a nervous laugh and the other guys laughed at me.  I had to crane my neck to look up into the stranger’s eyes.  He was casually eating some kind of salad from a bowl.

“This is my roommate Ross,” Leo said.  “He lost at poker.”

“He’s not very shy,” I said.

“You’re in my seat,” Ross replied.

“Of course,” I said before getting to my feet.

“Want to play a hand?” Parker asked.

“No, I’m okay,” I said.  “I thought we’d be going out drinking.”

“Oh yeah, sure,” Leo said.  “Let’s finish this up then.”

“Can I put my underwear back on?” Matt asked.

“What do you say guys?  Let’s call it quits and get some drinks before we go out to the bar.”

“Amen,” Matt said.

“Fine with me,” Parker said before laying down his cards.

“Let’s get drunk,” Trent said.

Leo got up and began to sort through the clothes.  Matt stood and grabbed a pair of underwear.  I couldn’t help but notice his slightly erect dick and a little tightness in his balls.  Straight or not he was getting off on this, I thought.  It wasn’t long for them to pull their clothes back on, clean up after the game, and spread out through the house.  I was a little unsure of what to do until Leo motioned me into the kitchen.

“What are you drinking?  Do you want a beer?”

“I’d prefer liquor,” I said.

“Whiskey is in the cabinet there.  Clean glasses are probably in the dish washer.”

I retrieved the bottle from the cabinet he had indicated and found a clean glass in the dish washer like he said it would be, then went into the dining room.  Leo followed after me with three glasses and a beer in his hand.  He set the glasses down in front of me and indicated I should pour some whiskey into each one.  He took a seat as the other guys slowly made their way back into the room.  Parker, Matt, and Trent took a glass and found a place to stand.  We didn’t talk.  I was the first to finish so I started to pour myself another.

“Big drinker?” Matt asked.

“You remember the way he killed that bottle of vodka,” Parker said.

“Oh yeah right,” Trent said.

“Ever have a Fuzzy Navel?” Matt asked.

“No, I don’t think so,” I said.

They laughed mischievously and I knew I had missed something but I shrugged it off.  Leo looked at me impishly.  I knew he was setting me up somehow but I didn’t know what he would do.  How could I prepare myself for everything?

“Ever have a Pink Belly?”

“What’s a Pink Belly?  Is it some kind of drink?”

Leo jumped up from his seat and shouted, “Pink Belly!”, then charged towards me.  I started to try and get away but the guys on either side of me quickly took hold of my arms and together with Leo at my ankles they forced me onto my back in the middle of the table.  They pulled my shirt up to expose my belly.  They laughed and cheered. 

I was going to find out what a Pink Belly was.  Leo started to slap at my skin, soon the others had a free hand and were taking turns.  I laughed and screamed for them to stop but they didn’t and instead they continued their assault until my laughter stopped as I felt my belly hurt.  It seemed like they were equally drained.  There was no more fun in the prank so they let me up.  I felt a twinge of pain in my abs and my belly.

“That hurt,” I said.

“Let’s get you another drink then, this time at a bar,” Parker said.

We walked the few blocks to the beach and the first bar.  It was a straight bar in the way that all bars are straight bars unless otherwise stated.  We took a table in the back.  When everyone else ordered food I decided it was a good idea and got some as well.  I didn’t realize how drunk I was until I figured out that I hadn’t talked much the entire time so to sober up I ate as much of my food as I could, then headed to the men’s room.  I was surprised when Parker came in after me.  There was something brotherly about him, something paternal and I didn’t like it.

“You don’t have to take care of me,” I said.

“You didn’t look too steady on your feet,” he replied.

My dick between the fingers of my one hand I leaned against the wall with my other to stabilize myself.  I felt the familiar release of a bladder full of alcohol, closed my eyes.  When I opened them a moment later I was surprised to see him there next to me.  He unzipped his fly and pulled out his dick.  He pulled back the foreskin and started to piss.  He looked down at where I stared, then up into my eyes.  I raised my vision up to meet his.  He looked down to my dick.

“You’ve been done for some time,” he said.

“Thanks, I was just letting it air dry,” I said.

“I’d put it away before someone thinks your up to something perverted.”

He tucked his own away after finishing and went to the sink.  I did the same, swayed a little when I got to the counter.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“You don’t have to be so damn paternalistic,” I said.

“Relax, you just don’t look too good,” he said.

He turned away from me.  I followed after him.  When we got back to the table I sat back down in my seat and looked around at everyone who was talking amongst themselves and I suddenly wanted a cigarette.

“Does anyone smoke?” I asked.

No one seemed to notice so I asked again but louder.  Everyone looked to me and I suddenly felt kind of ridiculous.  Was it too loud?  Did I drink too much?  I raised my hands to dismiss their concerns and criticism.  It wasn’t long after that we headed out of the bar.  I fell to the back.  The alcohol had caught up with me.  I looked at my phone.  There were several messages from Mr. Grant, a few from Ethan.  I dismissed them and checked the time.  I was horrified to find it was still early in the night.  Leo fell back, put his arm around me to get me to walk faster. 

“Put your phone away,” he said.

I put it away and put my arm around him.  I was about to say something romantic when I spotted a gas station ahead of us and demanded that I needed some cigarettes.  They obliged.  I felt a little out of place at the counter.  Everything else felt like it was too slow but I suspected I was the one in slow motion.  The clerk barely acknowledged me as we exchanged money for cigarettes and a lighter. 
Just outside I opened the pack, took out a cigarette, and offered them to the rest of the guys.  I was half surprised when Parker took one.  I lit his first, then my own.  I took a deep drag, held it in my lungs.  There was a familiar buzz.  I perked up right away so we kept walking.  I had two cigarettes by the time we got to the next bar.  We had two drinks each.  Leo, Parker, and I slipped out to the alleyway for a smoke between them.  I caught my second wind by the time we were leaving.  I don’t remember much about the place except that it felt like a fake dive bar. 

We had to catch a bus to the third place, a gay bar farther down the beach.  There was a bouncer at the door who checked our ID’s, then let us into the place.  Everyone else was a little drunk too, but holding up in their own ways.  Trent and Matt clung to the table afraid someone would ask them to dance.  Leo was quick to strip off his shirt and go to the dance floor.  Parker seemed to hold us together like an anchor as he watched over everyone.  He sat there casually drinking whiskey for a long time before he got up and went to the men’s room. 

I was too slow to follow right behind him.  I got to my feet, started after him, but the place was crowded.  When I bumped into someone I liked it a little too much, apologized, and continued to move.  I was almost there when I saw someone I didn’t want to ever see again.  It was the moment I had dreaded ever since Mr. Grant had fired Ryan, I saw him and he saw me.  We passed each other but I didn’t look back.

Instead I pushed my way into the men’s room.  Parker was at the urinal trough so I made my way next to him and unzipped my fly, pulled out my dick.  I swayed a little.  He grabbed the back of my shirt with his hand. 

When I finished I barely noticed that Parker had his eye on someone else at the trough.  I just laughed to myself and moved to the sink where I washed my hands and watched in the mirror as Parker went into a stall followed by a stranger.  The other guy fell to his knees. 

“If you’re drunk enough,” I said aloud.

I watched as the guy took out Parker’s dick and began to suck it.  I was about to say something, turn on them, and try to ruin it somehow when Parker managed to close the door.  It pissed me off.  I wanted him right then.  I should have been on my knees.  I had my chance at the party but I had passed it up.  I didn’t want to cheat on Mr. Grant.  I stumbled out of the men’s room, down the hallway, and back out to our table.  Matt and Trent looked to me.

“He’s going to be a while,” I said.  “Some guy’s sucking his dick.”

They rolled their eyes.  I was about to say something back when I felt a presence next to me.  I half thought it was Parker so I turned kind of casually, readied myself for a joke or something.  Instead I felt a rush of adrenaline and clenched my fist when I saw it was Ryan.  He was dressed in a button down shirt that was open at the collar.  He had that same grin.

“You got me fired,” he said.

“What?” I asked.  He looked ready to repeat himself but I stopped him.  “No, you got yourself fired.  You shouldn’t have done that to me.”

“It was a joke,” he replied.  “But I guess it helps when you’re fucking the boss.”

I got to my feet.  We were chest to chest.  I was clearly the more drunk of the two of us as I bumped against him, then steadied myself.

“Do you know how humiliated I felt?  I didn’t want to go back to work after that.”

“We could have settled it between ourselves.” 

“What do you want to fight?” I asked.

That’s when he raised his hands in a show of peace as we stared in each other’s eyes.  He started to back away and I clenched my fist.  Even then it felt like he was getting away with something, slipping out of the responsibility.  I thought to take a swing at him for some reason, just push through that resistance I felt of behaving myself.  It was a relief when Leo stepped between us with a drink in his hand.  He set it down at the table, then looked to each of us.

“What?” he asked.

Ryan didn’t move so I turned and walked away, out of the bar and into the cool night to light a cigarette.  I moved to the wall and leaned against the brick.  The bouncer kept me in his peripheral vision as he checked the ID’s of some other young guys.  By the time I was almost done with my cigarette I was surprised to see Leo, Parker, Matt, Trent, and Ryan as well as two of his friends stepping out of the front door.

Somehow I felt he had tricked them to his side before I saw them split up a little.  Parker and Leo made their way to me.  Matt and Trent stood in the middle, and Ryan and his friends were at a distance but still close by.  Leo had his shirt in his hands and a coy smile on his face.  I was about to ask him what he was thinking when I looked past him to Ryan and his friends who weren’t leaving.

“Oh no,” I said.

“He just wants to talk.  We’re all going back to my place.  Is that okay?”

I gritted my teeth together, exhaled the smoke through my nose to make myself look as tough as possible.  It did little as they were too caught up in their own minds.  Leo pulled on his shirt, adjusted it around his waist.  I looked to Parker.  That feeling of protection I had denied earlier felt needed, wanted and at least with him there it would be fair.  He could overcome all odds. 

“They drove here so we’re going to catch a ride with them.  Don’t worry you don’t have to be in the same car as Ryan.”

I stepped from the wall and into the group.  Leo got behind me, put his hands on my shoulders.  We all meandered to the street parking.  I ended up in the back seat of a stranger’s car with Parker.  Leo ended up in the passenger seat or Ryan’s car.  I knew Leo had more than an apology in mind.

When we got back the house was just as we had left it, though Matt and Trent quickly left after we got inside.  They said they were walking home so I figured they didn’t live far away.  I didn’t really notice because I headed straight to the liquor cabinet where I took out a bottle of whiskey, then found a glass in the sink.  I rinsed it off, poured myself a drink.  Ryan and Leo had made their way to the living room.  Parker and the two strangers were in the dining room. 

As I passed Parker he tried to signal, then call me back to join him, and when I got to the living room Leo and Ryan stared at me as if I had ruined something.  I was kind of happy I did.  I downed half of my drink before I sat between them.  I didn’t want my friend and my enemy getting together.

“Would you get us something to drink?” Ryan asked.

“Sure,” Leo said before pushing himself away.

I leaned back into the cushions, turned my head to Ryan.  I wanted to say I hated him.  I wanted to say he humiliated me.  He just smiled at me and somehow I almost wanted to forgive him, even when he took my drink from my hand and finished it off before setting the glass on the table.  He leaned back into the cushions, half turned to face me.  I thought he might kiss me as he stared at me.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“Me too,” I said.

“Really?”

“I don’t know.  I’m really drunk.  Ask me in the morning.”

He laughed it off.

“I really am sorry,” he said.  “It’s just that the job cost me.”

“It cost me too,” I said.

I felt like I could say anything to him because there was a good chance I wouldn’t remember.  I could blame my loose tongue on the alcohol.  No, it was more than that.  I felt as if the entirety of my being had been contracted to just my head. 

“What did it cost you?” Ryan asked.

“I can’t say,” I replied.

“What?  It cost you money?  It didn’t cost you the job.”

“It cost me,” I said.

“Tell me,” he said.

I bit my lip until it was good and wet.

“A spanking,” I said.  “It cost me a red ass, not directly, but sort of indirectly because I fucked around all day and didn’t act responsibly.”

“What the hell does that mean?  Who spanked you?  Was it your father?”

“No, it’s an arrangement we have.”

“Who?  You and Mr. Grant?  You mean, he, like spanks you.”

“Only when I misbehave,” I said.

“That’s messed up,” he said.

“Actually it kind of helps because I was a mess when we met.  It’s not like blackmail or anything.  It’s a challenge.”

Leo brought Ryan a drink and noting a change in the atmosphere of the room he left us to talk.  Ryan downed his drink in a few swigs.  I thought about moving but it just felt too good to rest there.  I had overdone it again.  When I thought about if I might piss myself I felt this kind of laughter even though my face didn’t move.  We were quiet for a long time before Ryan finally broke the silence.

“Do you think if I let him spank me he’d hire me back?”

“No,” I said.  “He doesn’t really mix business and pleasure.”

“Do you know anyone else into that kind of thing?”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.  I’m kind of curious.”

“Well, if you’re serious I’d be willing to do it,” I said.  I couldn’t believe what I was offering, what I was potentially getting myself into and yet it was happening.  If he just said yes, if he just offered himself to me, then I’d be able to really see what it was like to be the one administering a punishment.

“We could do it right now,” he said.

“No,” I said, “not now, I can’t really get up.  We’ll make a date and figure out a time and place.”

He asked for my phone number and when I told him it he punched it into his phone, then saved it.

“Okay,” he said.

“Good,” I replied.

He got up from the couch and went to find Leo.  I wanted to say something.  I wanted to do something but I was so inebriated that I couldn’t move.  And then I saw myself as if I was having an out of body experience.  It was like I was in the corner of the room looking back at myself.  I look so small, I thought.  Then there was darkness.

I awoke hours later to find myself face down on the couch and covered by sheet.  I felt the softness of it against my skin so I felt around to find that I was down to my underwear.  My body felt stiff and disconnected.  I rolled onto my side, felt the line of my briefs across my upper thigh.  At least my asshole doesn’t hurt, I thought. 

There was a familiar sound from somewhere in the house.  It was the sound of a headboard hitting the wall.  I listened more closely and thought I could make out grunting and moaning.  Someone was getting it.  I thought about Mr. Grant.  I thought about the time we made the headboard knock.  I started to get an erection so I reached down into my underwear and started to play with myself.  It didn’t feel right but I couldn’t stop it.  I just wanted to feel something, anything.  My dick became slippery easily with my own ejaculate, the head felt extra sensitive.  I tickled it until I had an orgasm, then fell back asleep.

When I awoke it was to the sound of cereal being poured into a bowl.  The sheet was across half of me, wrapped between my legs.  I pushed myself up.  I needed to piss but I also had an erection.  Self-consciously I crossed my legs, draped the sheet over them as I looked around to see if I could make sense of what was happening, who was awake and where they were.  I was glad to see Ross emerge from the kitchen with a bowl in his hands.  He was dressed in jeans and an old t-shirt. 

“Where’s everyone at?” I asked.

“Leo is still in bed,” he answered.  “That guy who was with him last night left a few minutes ago.  Why?”

I shook my head to dismiss the question when I spotted my jeans on the floor.  I picked them up and pulled out my phone.  There were several messages from Mr. Grant and two from a number I didn’t recognize.  They were picture messages.  I sighed to myself as I opened the first one.  It was me, in my underwear with a wet spot on my crotch.  The second message was of Ryan’s face with my crotch in the background.  In a moment of pure anger I threw my phone against the couch and was horrified when it bounced and fell to the floor.  My life couldn’t get much worse, I thought.

The Brat Ch 02 Pt 1- Birthday Swats

It was the Sunday after my mother stopped over, before my birthday.  I was chatting with Ethan during a game when I remembered to tell him the good news. 

“My birthday is coming up,” I said.

“Really?”

“I’m turning 21.”

“That’s good, now you can drink legally.”

“Well,” I said.  “There are still rules.”

“Of course, but I mean we can go out to bars now.  So, what are you doing for your birthday?”

“I don’t know.  I haven’t really thought about it.  Mr. Grant hasn’t said anything really.  I guess I don’t really want to make it seem like it’s a big deal.”

“We should go dancing or something.  First drink is on me,” Ethan said.

“Okay, but I feel like Mr. Grant should be there to celebrate.”

“Yeah of course, we should all go out.  That would be fun.”

“I’ll have to see when he’s available.  He should be able to take one night off from the restaurant.”

“Is he giving you anything?”

“I’m not sure.  I guess so.  I don’t really want to assume.  I kind of tried to play it down last night because of this thing that happened with my mother.  It’s a long story and I don’t feel like going into it, but still, I’m not sure I want to really make anything of it.”

“No special ceremony then?”

“No,” I said.

“Not even a birthday spanking?” Ethan asked.

I raised my head at the question and paused the game.  I hadn’t really considered it and the thought made me think two almost conflicting thoughts at once.  Would I need to ask for it?  Did I really want it?

“I didn’t think about it,” I said.  “What’s the whole deal with that anyway?  It always seemed kind of weird to me.”

“I’m not sure about the full psychology of it but I always kind of thought it was a way of making sure there was humility because sometimes it feels like the whole day is about that person.  Or maybe some spanko just came up with the idea and used the birthday as an excuse.”

“I’m not sure,” I said.  “Mr. Grant is usually set on it being for punishment.”

“Would you want one?  I could help you.”

The blood drained from my face.  It was somehow minimally tempting but it felt so inappropriate, so dangerous.  It wasn’t just that Mr. Grant was the only person who had ever spanked me but that I thought it was something, I don’t know, almost sacred.  It was something between the two of us. 

“I’m sure Mr. Grant will do it.  If I ask.”

“So ask,” Ethan said.

“Later,” I said.

“Is he home now?”

“Uh,” I said not sure if I wanted to tell him the truth.

“Go do it,” he said.

“I don’t know.”

“It will get you in the mood.  You said it helps liven things up.”

I blushed as that reminded me about what I had told him, vague notions about things Mr. Grant and I did.  Somehow I never thought he would repeat it, much less use it against me.  I wiped at my mouth, balled my toes against the carpet.  It wasn’t blackmail.  It was a dare. 

“Screw it,” I said.  “I’ll be back.”

I pulled off my headset, set it on the floor along with the controller, got up from my chair in front of the television, adjusted my underwear with a little tug in the front, and two thumbs at the back, then made my way to the living room where Mr. Grant sat looking at his laptop.

“Hey, how’s it going?” he asked.

I moved to the back of the couch, leaned over and gave him a brief kiss on the lips.  He reached over the back to my ass and squeezed on my cheek.

“In the mood again?” he asked.  “What will that make it?”

“Three, but uh, not right now, I’m in the middle of a game,” I said.  Start with something easy, I told myself.  “I was talking with Ethan and he thought we should all go out.  Especially now that I can legally drink at a bar.”

“That’s a good idea.”

“Good, well, there’s something else,” I said.  I scratched at my calf with one of my toes as I shifted on my elbows against the couch.  I looked at his screen and saw that he was looking at restaurants.

“What is it?”

“Well, he said something about a birthday spanking.  He asked if I was getting one and I told him I wasn’t sure.  Is that something, I don’t know, you’d want to do?”

“Do you want one?” he asked.  “It can be our little tradition.”

“Well, I mean, it would be okay,” I said.

“But do you want it?”

“Maybe a little,” I answered.

“That’s okay.  It’s okay if you want it.  It’s no big deal.”

“Okay,” I said.

He took hold of the back of my head and pulled me into another brief kiss before we pulled apart from each other.  He smiled at me and I smiled back. 

“Are you sure you have to go back?”

“I do now, but we can play in five minutes,” I said.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Actually,” I said.  “Maybe you can help me now.”

I took hold of his wrist and tugged a little.  He set the laptop on the coffee table before he got up, stepped onto the couch, then over it as I stepped away still holding on to him.  He pulled me back into his embrace.  I felt his shirt against my bare back, his crotch against the thin material of my briefs.  We walked like that into the guest room.  I picked up the headset.  He moved around me, his body scraping over mine.  As I sat in the chair he moved down to his knees.  He spread my legs, untucked my hardening dick from the white material.

“Are you still there?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m still here,” Ethan said.

Mr. Grant took the head of my dick into his mouth and I felt a little release, a tickle, that ran through my balls, my asshole, and up my spine.  He sucked a little.  I took a deep breath.

“What’s going on over there?”

“Nothing,” I said.  “He said I could have a birthday spanking.”

Mr. Grant untucked my balls and began to lick at them.  I shivered a little before I unpaused the game.  I focused on the screen.  Mr. Grant got my dick wet before he put it back in his mouth, went all the way down to my balls.  I felt part of me in his throat.  It was warm and wet.  It felt like I was being pulled down into my skin, my dick was like a straw.  He moved back a little, suckled on the head, then nipped at it a little to tease me before he moved to my balls and took them in his mouth one at a time.  My hard dick stuck out across his cheek. 

“I don’t hear you talking,” Ethan said.

I had managed to keep focus on the game but that was all I could do.

“That’s because you’re not saying anything,” I said.

“Get your head back in the game.”

“Sorry,” I said.  “I’m going to have to play some other time.  I’ll talk with you later.”

I powered off the system as Mr. Grant took my dick back in his mouth.  He grabbed at my thighs, twisted at the skin.  He worked his hands up to my hips.  I looked down as he looked up at me with wide open eyes.  I loved the sight of him there.  I dropped the controller to the floor, heard the batter compartment bust out, but I thought it was a worthy sacrifice as it broke.  He reached up to my nipples.  I grabbed at his warm hands, interlaced my fingers with his.  My nipples were hard and pointed. 

He pulled back one last time.  He pulled me through those few sensitive ends as I shot ejaculate into his mouth.  It was an intense orgasm.  He nursed at the sensitive head for a little bit until he sucked everything out of me, then he got up and put his lips to mine.  We kissed.  I could taste myself on his lips when he pushed his tongue into my mouth.  He pulled away, his breath against my lips.

“I’m next,” he said.

He took hold of my wrist and pulled my hand to his crotch.  I grabbed at the bulge there before I went to his belt with my second hand.  It was easy to get his jeans and boxers down to his ankles as he slipped off his shirt, dropped it to the floor behind him.  His dick was hard and leaking.  I moved forward on the chair as he angled it to my lips.  I nibbled at the head, licked around the sides, slid down to the base with my lips.  I took each nut between my lips as his hands went from my shoulders to my hair.  I knew he liked the feeling of control but he wouldn’t push me too far.  I let him signal for me to resume work on his dick.

I held my lips just tight enough that there was resistance against the head of his dick as I slipped the first inch into my mouth.  I stuck out my tongue enough to cover my bottom teeth as I sucked as hard as I could.  I worked him like that for a long time before I relaxed and let him slip a little farther into my mouth.  By then the saliva had built up and I could feel it running from my mouth. 

All the way to his balls, I did my best to hold him there, let my body’s own natural reaction try to pull him into me as if I was swallowing him.  He let out a moan.  I grabbed his slightly hairy ass cheeks, felt his tensed muscles.  It is easy to think he had the power at that moment but I knew the truth as I felt him spasm.  He pulled back as more ejaculate filled my mouth.  I swallowed it down, ran my hands down to his knees, then back up to his thighs.  I looked up to him as he opened his eyes and smiled at me.

He squatted down to me and we kissed again before he pushed me away, a string of spit and ejaculate between us that fell down over our chins, onto my thigh, and the floor.

“That was good,” he said.

“That’s three,” I said.

“We’re going to sleep good tonight,” he replied.

I watched him pull up his jeans and underwear before I tucked my own dick back into my own.  He picked up his shirt, started to put one arm down the sleeve.

“How about we order in for dinner?” he asked.

“Sure,” I said.  I thought about Ethan and I hoped he was still playing online.  “But I want to see if I can get back to my game.”

Mr. Grant stepped to me, brushed his thumb over my cheek, then walked from the room.  I was back online in a few minutes but I couldn’t find Ethan so I settled for playing against strangers for another hour before giving it up.

Part 2