This story is (unfortunately!) TOTAL and COMPLETE fiction. A few weeks ago, I got a call from Billy, a former co-worker of mine, telling me that he had repaired my old lawnmower, and that his son was bringing it over around noon. I knew Billy had only one kid, 18-year old Richie, but, I had never met him before. Didn't matter to me, as long as I was getting my lawnmower back; my lawn and backyard really looked crappy and needed a mowing in the worst way. A couple of hours later, my bell rang, and, sure enough, there was Richie at the door, telling me he had my mower in the back of his dad's pickup. He was a good-looking kid, slim but solid, wavy blond hair, wearing an old pair of jeans, a worn Grateful Dead tank-top, and a Chicago Bulls baseball cap, which he was wearing with the bill turned backwards, like most of the kids do. He looked like a VERY young Tom Cruise.
Though Richie had just graduated high school, he looked at least three or four years younger; in fact, I learned later, he took a lot of ballbusting from the other guys about looking so young. As the day was hot, I asked him if he wanted anything cold to drink. He asked for a beer, and, I said, "OK, just one, you gotta drive home." So, we sat in my living room, just bullshitting; Richie telling me about how glad he was to be done with school, and how he was hoping to land a full-time job at a local convenience store.
As we talked, the conversation drifted to Richie bieng glad to be done with school for good, as he was tired of his old man harping on him about his grades and going ballistic whenever he broke a curfew, or got a poor report card. That's when Richie told me that Billy (his dad) hauled him across his lap too many times to count and really blistered his ass. I knew from the old jobsite that Billy could get really pissed off, but never thought of him using corporal punishment on his son.
As the beer loosened him up more, Richie half-jokingly remarked that he'd love to have had revenge on his dad, and spank his ass as hard and as long as he got his butt spanked.
Now, of course, my cock started throbbing in my pants, picturing this hot scene. I've always been a huge spanking fan, and spanking another guy's manly ass across my knees, or, getting my own little ass paddled across the knees of another guy, just drives me nuts.
That's when Richie noticed the thick bulge behind my fly. "You're really gettin' off on this shit, huh, Josh?" he chuckled. What could I say?? Without hesitation, I replied, "You've always wanted to spank your old man's ass to get even....why not spank my ass and pretend I'm your dad?" Fuck, if this kid's eyes didn't light up like floodlights at hearing this!! "Shit, yeah, Josh," he chuckled, then added a bit more seriously, "I'm liable to really blister your butt, though...I got a LOT of fuckin' revenge on my old man to let loose."
I didn't reply. Instead, I just grinned and went out of the room for a minute, then returned with my wooden hairbrush, a ping-pong paddle, a wooden spoon, and a ruler.
I dumped these onto the coffee table in front of the sofa in front of Richie and said: "Ok, guy, from now on YOU'RE the boss, and I'm your old man" Sitting down in the middle of the sofa, Richie chuckled and flashed me a broad grin. "I heard my old man mention a long time ago that you were gay.......no wonder you're so fuckin' anxious for me to spank your ass!!"
Before I could reply, Richie switched gears, his blue eyes flashing angrily at me, his face looking really pissed and stern. "OK, DAD!" he snarled, picking up the hairbrush "DROP THEM FUCKIN' PANTS NOW AND GET OVER MY GODDAMNED LAP!" "Yes, sir," I replied, wasting no time in unbuckling my belt and unzipping the fly of my gray slacks. As my pants slid down my hairy legs, Richie reached out and roughly grabbed my arm, pulling me down across his denim-covered thighs. He brushed back my shirt, and his hands started roughly rubbing and squeezing my round little buns through my tight red jockeys.
"NICE ASS, DAD!" Richie snarled ."IT'LL BE REDDER THAN THESE SHORTS WHEN I GET DONE WITH IT!!"
My one hand clutched his leg and Richie pulled back my other arm, pinning it to my back. "OK, DAD, IT'S FUCKIN' PAYBACK TIME!" With that, Richie raised the hairbrush aloft, and brought it down hard, making sharp, stinging contact with the tight, well-rounded seat of my red briefs. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Fuck!! this teen stud REALLY had a lot of pent-up revenge in him, and he really lit into my cotton-covered rump, setting off major-league fireworks in my quivering little butt. Damn, it stung like a thousand hells, but it felt so fuckin' good!! My huge cock, leaking lube into the crotch of my sweaty red briefs, ground against Richie's leg as he paddled my upturned ass with that brush (using BOTH sides!) at least three or four dozen times. Soon, I actually felt tears brimming in my eyes, and it only made the scene hotter. Suddenly, Richie stopped paddling my smarting ass and roughly yanked my briefs down to my knees.
"FUCK, DAD," Richie smirked "your ass is redder than a fuckin' traffic light!" Before I could even start to reply, Richie grabbed the paddle. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!" Fuck, did I yelp and curse as my buddy's hot young son paddled my round ass with the old ping-pong paddle. I bucked and squirmed across his lap, my cock grinding against the worn denim of his jeans. That's when I noticed something.....DAMN!! The little bastard was sprouting a major-league boner!!
By this time, I was crying freely; I was a grown man pushing 50 getting his little ass thoroughly blistered across the knees of my pal's hot son....and loving every fucking second!! Richie muttered and cussed a good deal under his breath; but I could tell he was really pretending that I was his dad, and he was finally getting even for all the unjust spankings he had suffered through while growing up. Richie stopped assaulting my flaming ass just long enough to survey his handiwork with his rough hands. "Shit, Dad, your ass is gettin' all blistered......looks fuckin' hot!! With a flurry of rapid-fire blows, Richie began blistering my flaming ass anew with the ruler. Holy shit, did that mother sting, but all it did was make me cry harder and my cum-loaded nuts boil even more.
By this time, my ass was almost numb, and Richie simply kept up the pace, showing me no mercy, just as it had been when he was across his dad's chunky thighs. It was obvious to Richie that, despite my cries and yelps, I was in heaven, and I could feel his pounding teen cock throbbing right through the lube-splotched material of his worn jeans. My round buns quivered and shook with each fresh blow, two crimson mounds of well-thrashed buttflesh.
Suddenly, for a minute, Richie stopped spanking me, and came back to reality. "Hey, Josh?" Richie half-whispred "I really blistered your ass big-time...maybe I got carried away.......some of the blisters look ready to split." The mere picturing of that made my aching cock gush another blob of lube onto his jeans-covered thigh. "Fuck, Richie, " I replied. "I am YOUR son right now......YOU are my DAD...it is up to YOU to see I am properly punished!"
"Oh, fuck, yeah!" Richie growled, "I was hopin' you'd say that!" Now, he raised his slim, but powerful hand high and brought it crashing down on my fiery, ravaged asscheeks. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Jesus, it felt like the little SOB was paddling my ass with a hot frying pan! I held onto Richie's grimy Nike with my free hand, and, sobbing freely and with tears fogging my bifocals and streaming down my lean cheeks, I humped my pal's son's lap even harder. "FUCK, YEAHHHH!!" Richie growled in triumph, as the blisters criss-crossing my quivering buns started to split and ooze.
"FUCKKKKKKK!! YEAH, DAD, LOOK AT THOSE FUCKIN' BLISTERS OOOZE!! YOU WON'T BE SITTIN' DOWN FOR TWO WEEKS, OLD MAN!!" That did it. In no way could I have possibly held back. In between sobs and yelps I growled and snarled like a trapped animal, feeling my overloaded nuts explode. My huge, throbbing fuckrod started spitting out gob after gob of thick sperm, all over Richie's worn jeans. As I shot my massive wad all over the lap of my buddy's eighteen-year old son, I could see his own throbbing dong hadn't gone down in the least! Richie's hand was now making muffled squishing sounds as it made sharp contact with my thoroughly blistered and ravaged ass. I lay exhaused, spent and sweaty, across Richie's cum-soaked lap.
Before I knew what was happening, Richie rougly pushed me off his sperm-splattered lap, and made me bend over the sofa arm. "Sorry, Dad," Richie giggled. "But I gotta cool down this hot ass of yours now!" I heard Richie's zipper growl, and, a second later, the hot, good-looking, sweaty teen stud was fisting his throbbing teen tool, aiming it right for my red, flaming, blistered butt. "LOOK OUT DAD, HERE IT COMES.....YEAHHH..YEAH..OH, FUCK...CHRIST...UGHH.....UGHHH....UGHHNNHHHGH....YEAHHHHHH...YESSS!!" Then I felt my flaming ass bieng splattered with jets of hot teen-stud spunk, the sticky sperm stinging as it made contact with my crimson buns.
Then, I was really blown away by what happened next. Richie again pulled me to my feet, and he then wrapped his arms around me, and thrust his tongue into my mouth. With the tears of submission and ecstacy still streaming down my cheeks, I responded to Richie's oral invasion, and I put my arms around him, our hot tongues entwining and dueling in each others' hot mouths. Soon, my sweaty, spent cock started to twich anew, and my hand slid down Richie's back to feel his own hot ass through his tight jeans. "My dad never told you I was gay?" Richie chuckled. So caught off-guard I was by his unexpected statement, I could not reply. Literally, I was speechless. "You know, Dad," Richie broke the silence, "I didn't give you permission to grab my ass......looks like I'm gonna have to teach you ANOTHER lesson......." My monster cock was almost fully-erect again at THOSE words!! "Yes, Sir," was all I managed to stammer......
The end!