If I had to stick this story in a category I guess it would read something like this, Gay - Erotic - High School Romance. The story of two lovers and their friends. Enjoy
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ORCHARD ROAD
Chapter 1
An unpretentious name for an unpretentious street. Walking down here and looking at the neat front yards and late model cars, vans and SUVs in the drives, you would never expect anything unusual or contentious happening behind those closed doors. There was a smattering of military vehicles as well, indicating that some personnel from the nearby army base lived here, officers one would guess because they were all individually designed houses for upper income people. Most of the people that lived here were two parent families with the regulation two children and those predominantly in their teens. There was a reasonable ethnic mix as well indicating little or no racial tension.
Into this mix moved another army family. Only this one was not the average. Dad and teenage son, no wife, no female members. Major Donald McMahon a marine officer with the usual marine disciplinary standards. Max, the son, was fifteen years old and subject to that discipline all of his life, now a resentful youth, fed up to the eye teeth with being treated like a soldier, and although he would never admit it, frustrated, because there was no love or affection in his life and that was what he really craved.
Carol McMahon had committed suicide some years ago taking to her grave a secret that Donald had never let anyone of his acquaintances know. Donald was a homosexual. He had done the proper thing for a marine officer and got married, he had sired a son and then promptly never touched his wife intimately again. A pretty little creature she had never been able to stand up to Donald and when Max was nine had ended it all with a massive overdose of sleeping tablets. That was the day affection escaped from Max's life.
They settled into the new house, Max into the new school and everything appeared normal on the surface. But, inside the house Max was a very unhappy bunny.
************************** Now that he was fifteen he had grown into a very attractive male. That attraction was felt by his father who never missed an opportunity to see his son naked, or nearly so. Punishment, when it was deserved was always carried out naked. Donald loved to sit behind his desk when he was going to discipline Max, always prepared beforehand, making sure he was wearing a jock strap to keep him held in tight so that his son would not see the erection that he carried. The routine hadn't varied much since Max reached puberty, except that now, instead of putting Max across his knees to spank him, he now had him prostrated over his desk. No risk of his son feeling the erection then.
Standard procedure, Max would be summoned to the study, stood to attention in front of his father and the misdemeanour would be read out as though he was stood in front of the base commander.
"You continue to misbehave and disappoint me. Have you anything to say?"
Max had got into the habit of never trying to defend his actions because it didn't matter what he said he was always found guilty. Truth be told, most of the time he was. So he said nothing and listened to the verdict.
"Punishment today will be ten with the paddle."
Pretty standard so Max would say nothing, but as he got older the next bit made him tear up.
"Stand by the chair and strip."
He did, and hated it when he returned to his previous place and had to watch his father scope out his whole body, spending more time than was necessary looking at his groin. Then would come the comments. Max remembered the last one, just a few weeks before they moved. This was for his most common punishment, not keeping his room tidy. It always started the same nowadays.
"Feet astride, hands behind your head."
The view was very pleasant for any boy lover. Max was a shower. Soft, his uncut cock was a good five inches long. His body was well toned for a fifteen year old heralding a muscular man if he maintained his present fitness regimen. He had a neat patch of pubic hair, very little under his arms and a little on his legs.
"Turn round boy."
That was a new one and Max wished he had eyes in the back of his head to confirm what he guessed his father was looking at, and he would have been correct. What his father was looking at was a cute little arse that made Donald's hard cock even harder.
"Alright boy face me again."
"You still need to do something with your hair, it always looks messy."
Max had given up telling his father that the gelled slightly spiky look was the fashion.
"Your body is shaping up well, Son, you just need to get your head sorted and we will no longer need these sessions."
`Yes, in my dreams', was Max's thought.
"Punishment position."
Max moved forward so that his feet were very close to his father's desk. He spread his feet wide, blushing as always because he knew his anus was now on show, or would be as soon as he bent over, which he did, and gripped the edge of the desk pushing back to full stretch of his arms which he knew accentuated the curve of his butt. His chest was flat on the desk, but his head held up so that he could spout the usual mantra.
"One, may I have another please, Sir."
He would carry that on until he had received the correct number, usually ten and then he would say the final one.
"Ten, Sir, thank you for pointing out the error of my ways."
His father would be stood in the punishment delivery place and Max would turn to face him.
"You may dress now and I hope this will be the last time."
Max hoped so too. The punishment was never brutal and he was never bruised, it was just monumentally embarrassing for him. Plus he was sure his father was sexually aroused and that, to him, was creepy. He was so pleased that punishment didn't get him an erection, he had heard of other boys who got a hard on when their butt was beaten. He had looked down at his father's groin at this last punishment and realised that his father had an erection however carefully he had tried to hide it. The bulge came to his waist band so when Max got back to his room he had measured himself from the base of his cock to his waist and realised that was over 7 inches. Reality therefore was probably that his father carried an 8 inch monster.
Max didn't think much about sex. He was a good sportsman, generally got on with his classmates and expected to bed a girl sometime to lose his virginity. He wasn't in any hurry, girls were still a bit of a pain the way they tended to be clingy to boyfriends. Despite his father, Max was generally a friendly individual and that was probably because he made his friends feel good when they made him feel good.
********************************** Father and son went together to school on Max's first day. Registration carried out. His previous school stats handed over and Donald went off to work. The school was close enough to home that Max was comfortable walking this first day, but would use his bike in future. Of course his classmates were curious about him as a new boy, but they were quite used to army brats joining for a couple of years and then moving on to the father's next appointment.
The most pleasant part of Max's first day was meeting a boy, like himself, an army brat, this one even lived in the same road as Max, the same age but black. Not a problem for Max, in fact the reverse because all the black friends he had before were because they were like him, always in the gym or on the sports field.
Carl Withers father was a captain so during the course of their first week together as the friendship built quickly, Max laughingly told Carl that as his father was only a captain and Max's was a major that he would have to do as he was told. That was cause for a rough and tumble when Carl retorted, "In your dreams."
"In that case I shall have to punish you for insubordination if you refuse to obey an order."
Carl laughed and told Max the way it was.
"When your order is, `strip, so that I can give you a blowjob,' then I'll definitely obey you."
Both boys were rolling with laughter as Max replied to that, mirroring Carl's previous comment. "No, in your dreams."
The friendship blossomed and they spent most of their free time together. Both houses had swimming pools so whichever one they were at they swam a lot. Carl wore hip hugger swimming briefs which did little to hide his substantial package. Max wore shorts which showed virtually nothing.
Donald frequently saw the boys at the pool and started spying on them. He was almost drooling seeing Carl in his swim briefs. The boy was astounding physically. His own son was well developed, but Carl already had a very prominent six pack and reasonable abs. He was also slim and a very handsome young man. Donald wanted to see both these boys naked and erect. He thought he would be able to cum in his pants if he could watch them having sex, without touching himself.
Carl's father was in the same unit as Donald and was an ambitious officer so he had made it clear to his son that he was always to mind himself when he was at Max's house.
"Max's father is my superior officer so always be respectful to him and obey him the same as you would me. A good word from him won't hurt my next promotion."
He had laughed then and Carl had given him a hug.
"Don't worry Dad, I'll be so good you'll be a general before you know it."
Some weeks later that comment came out in conversation at the officers mess bar. Talking with his boss about the boys Desmond Withers asked if his son was behaving himself at the Major's house.
"Yes. Des, I can see you've brought him up properly. I hope my son is the same when he is at your house."
"Oh yes Sir, Max is very respectful. I told Carl he was to be as well because you were my boss and could influence my next promotion. He told me I would be a general then because he would always obey you without question."
That was said in a humorous manner to fit the casualness of the occasion.
Donald's next move was to buy Max a set of swim briefs like Carl's.
"The boy looks so athletic in fitted swimwear as against those silly baggy things you wear, Son, so I would like you to wear these."
Max was beginning to feel more and more uncomfortable with his father sexualising everything, but he didn't know what he could do about it. What he started to do was spend more time at Carl's than at his own home. That action annoyed Donald and precipitated his next action.
"I would like to see you at least three days a week here and bring your assignments to me to check on those nights and on the other nights I still want to see them before you go to bed."
"Why, Dad?"
"Because I say so. I don't answer to you, you answer to me."
"I know that, but your order makes no sense so I would like to make sense of it."
"First lesson from a commander to his troops, do it without hesitation and without thinking about it."
"I'm not one of your fucking troops, Dad, I'm your son."
With that Max stormed out of the room.
************************************* That comment gave Donald the first opening, he wanted to involve Carl in a punishment session. The next time Carl was at the house with Max, Donald summoned them to the study.
"My previous punishment routine with you doesn't appear to have borne fruit. You swore and were insubordinate to me when we discussed your movements. Now I am going to up the punishment regimen to emphasise my displeasure.
"Carl, I would like you to remain here and witness punishment of your friend."
"Max, understand, if you balk at anything during this session I will ground you until the end of the school year. You will return here from school every day and study until bed time. You will have no friends over, no TV, no games. Do you understand that instruction?"
Hanging his head knowing that he was beaten, Max nodded his head.
"Very good, now get the punishment paddle. Carl, you can stand there."
Max noted that where his father had told Carl to stand would give him the perfect position to see the paddle being delivered. When he came back with the paddle he handed it to his father, who was now sat behind his desk, and took up his usual position in front of the desk.
"You swore at me in the middle of a discussion so what punishment do you think you should get today?"
Max was already embarrassed just thinking about being punished in front of Carl. His thought was that his father wouldn't make him strip, but it would still be humiliating.
"I don't know."
"Well Boy. It's time you shaped up and thought about consequences. You effectively swore at me so if ten is the normal, what do you think this deserves?"
Max knew he needed to answer so as not to annoy his father anymore.
"I guess twenty, Sir."
"I guess you are getting close. I will settle for 20 and add to them if I need to. Now strip."
Max was shocked.
"Please Dad, not in front of Carl."
"Yes in front of Carl and if you aren't stripped in one minute I'll add another ten to your punishment."
Max went to the usual chair and removed his clothes, returning to his normal position and taking up his standard display position, blushing almost scarlet with embarrassment. Donald stood up, walked round his desk and took up a position on the opposite side of Max to his friend and srtoked Max's cock before lifting his ball sac and then standing back a little.
"He shows the physical development of a man, but he continues to behave like a boy."
Carl could hardly believe what he had just witnessed, and Max was dumb struck with shock that his father had touched his private parts, and it got worse.
"Punishment position."
Max did as he was told crying with the humiliation. Donald then stroked his bottom and slid a finger down the crack to worry the anus. Max and Carl both gasped with shock.
Max took his 20 strokes of the paddle, a little harder than normal and with double the number, the tears were of pain as well as humiliation and shame at what his best friend had witnessed. He didn't stand and apologise to his father, he just continued to lay over the desk sobbing.
"Go to your room now. I will send Carl to you with your clothes and cream for your bottom."
Max slunk away and just fell onto his bed. When Carl came in he couldn't look at him.
"I'm so sorry, Max. I had no idea that this was what I was going to be asked to witness. I'm going to talk to my dad about this, I'm sure that was illegal."
Max swung round to face his friend.
"No, you mustn't. No one else must know about this. He always punishes me like that. It's just that he has never touched my private parts before and never with witnesses."
Carl didn't want to let this go but for Max he would.
"Alright, but let me use this cream on your butt, it looks as though it is going to be bruised."
Having Carl's soft hands rub the cream into his butt had Max as hard as he could ever remember being.
"Mmm, that feels so good, I might ask dad to punish me again, just so that you can do that afterwards."
Carl blushed, not that you could see it. He would like to do that again, and more.
Max wouldn't turn over and Carl guessed why, so he did it. Before Max could cover his erection Carl saw it.
"I guessed that was why you wouldn't turn over. I don't make this offer to just anyone but to make you feel better I would be willing to get rid of that for you."
Max looked at the embarrassed expression on Carl's face and very quietly said, "Yes please."
The hand job was fantastic, how could it not be when the only hand that had ever made you cum was your own?
"That was incredible Carl. Can I consider you as my best friend, with benefits?"
Carl smiled a shy smile.
"I think I would like that. I would rather you ask for that as well and not get punished so that you could get it."
Max didn't say anymore, he was in deep thought about the implications of his friend's comment. After Carl had cleaned him up, Max stood up and dressed.
"I guess we had better get our assignments done or we'll be in trouble at school and that will get me more punishment."
Carl was upset at that.
"How often do you get punished then, Max?"
"Oh, not very often, and in all honesty I do deserve most of it. It is just so embarrasing being punished naked."
Carl could understand that, he was never subjected to corporal punishment clothed or naked and his father repected him as a person, not a child.
Dinner with his father that night was a very quiet affair. Max was full of resentment at what his father had subjected him to.
"You think I was out of order having a witness for your punishment?"
"Yes, Sir."
"That is because you don't learn."
"And I suppose that justified you in touching my private places as well?"
"Yes, I can do anything I like with you and to you until you are eighteen."
"I doubt that."
With that comment all conversation ceased and immediately they had cleared away, Max went to his room.
********************************* The next day at school, Carl was looking very unsure of himself as Max greeted him, and wouldn't look his friend in the eyes.
"What's wrong Bud?"
Max could see the tears in Carl's eyes and put his arm round his friend's shoulder.
"What is it Carl? Is it something I've done?"
Carl shook his head.
"No, it's something I've done. I'm sorry I played with you yesterday. You won't hate me for it will you?"
Max clicked then and sniggered.
"Are you kidding? You can come home with me every day and do that."
A look of surprise, followed by the reply.
"Do you mean that?"
Max squeezed Carl's shoulder as they walked towards their first class.
"Of course. No one else has ever made me cum. That was sensational."
Carl was so pleased.
"Oh good, I was worried that you might think I was a faggot for touching you."
"I didn't, but it would be great if you were because I could get much more than a hand job then."
Max had said that as a laugh not because he seriously believed it. Carl blushed but said nothing. No more angst and the school day was great. They were going to Carl's house that day so both boys were in a good mood. Mrs. Withers always produced cookies and drinks for the boys before they went swimming and then they did their assignments together before Max went home. Carl felt more at ease with Max after clearing the air that morning so he commented on the new swimwear.
"I think you wearing the same type of swimwear as me is really cool, Max, and you look so good in it."
Max was too embarrassed to tell Carl that his father had bought it for him so that it showed off his body and his junk better.
"Well I couldn't have you puting me completely to shame. You have such a fantastic body I need to show my assets as well."
Carl was pleased with that comment.
"You have a fantastic body as well." Then he stopped because what he was going to add was that it was very sexy, and that was probably going too far.
The friendship continued to develop and despite both being army brats with disjointed education, they had worked so well together that they made the grade and were told they would be going to senior high the next semester. They would both be sixteen during the summer holiday as well.
"I don't think I would have made it if it wasn't for you Carl. We have worked well together. With any kind of luck we'll be here to graduate on time and slide off to college without having to worry about our dad's next posting."
"Yeah, my dad already knows he is going overseas next time, so I guess your dad will be as well."
Max was disappointed that his father hadn't told him. `He never tells me anything. I wonder if he treats his men like that,' was his thought.
Both boys wanted to get jobs for the summer but both father's vetoed it. Carl wondered if they had talked together about it because what they came up with was a joint work programme centred on the houses and gardens.
"You can work together. Two days a week at each house and we'll give you a work programme. So that you don't think it is slave labour the Major and I will be enhancing your normal allowance."
Carl was on such good terms with his dad he felt at ease making the comment he did.
"Huh, I bet you and Major McMahon discussed trying to get away with slavery for us for the summer."
That got him a serious tickling and a frown from Donald. He never rough housed with Max.
The boys were happy with that. They would still be able to get in plenty of pool time and be together every day the same as normal.
The story is complete so I will be able to post a new chapter every couple of days.