Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2018 04:19:48 -0400
From: zebedee21 <zebedee21@protonmail.com>
Subject: A Boys Predicament: Alex Bridges

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A Boys Predicament: Alex Bridges

Young Alex Bridges was home alone. It was a Monday morning, the first
official day of the six week school summer break. Alex was sat at his
computer desk in his rather large bedroom, doing what probably a lot of 13
year old boys do with time on their hands, watching porn, to be more
specific ·Boywankers.com ·. His boxer briefs were around his ankles,
his left hand alternated between fondling his hairless balls and stiff
little nipples. His right hand played with his quite thick and very erect
four and a half inch cock. Alex was really engrossed watching a boy of
dubious young age doing exactly the same as he was. The size of the monitor
made it look as if the boy could have been in the room with him.

 "No!.........no........no.....no.........please.......Nooooooooo!" The
sound of a vehicle pulling out of the drive sent waves of panic through
him. He created his own chaos. The wheeled desk chair flew across the
room. He almost fell over trying to pull his briefs up and
run. Co-ordination was gone and his eyes filled with dread, almost in
tears. All sorts of things were going through his brain. "Do I grab my
jeans? Do I grab a shirt? Will anyone see me if I don't? What
if?.......Noooooooooooooo! Stop!.........Stop!"

Alex and his 38 year old widower dad had moved to the fairly secluded but
well proportioned 3 bed house. The house needed a lot of work to get it up
to present day standards and together they had so far managed to get all
the walls smooth and repainted. Work was slow because dad had to work at
his 9 to 5, Monday to Friday job but, the now light evenings gave him a few
spare hours and the weekends to do what he could. New flat pack furniture
had been ordered for Alex's bedroom and was to be delivered in several
consignments. A delivery was made on the previous Friday and as it was the
end of term his dad had gotten him the day off school to receive the
delivery which would mean they could get it assembled over the
weekend. Unfortunately for Alex, he had been doing exactly what he had been
doing today. To say his dad was not best pleased would be an
understatement. He had to call the depot to rearrange delivery. Monday was
the earliest and, to make matters worse, he had to pay as only the initial
delivery had been free. Unable to come up with a reason for not seeing in
the delivery he was going to pay, and not with money. He could hardly tell
his dad he was watching porn and wanking himself to death. It might have
been the best option.

As much as Alex's dad loved him he told him that his backside would be
paying. The fact that his dad was annoyed with him was an
understatement. After his Friday night shower he presented himself in the
lounge. All that lay between his flesh and pain were his pyjama bottoms and
so, he ended up across his dads knees. Dad had decided the spatula was too
small and the nearest thing he had to a paddle was a long but thin pine
chopping board that had a handle. Ten solid minutes of lecturing and having
his boy mounds beaten should have instilled some responsibility into
him. His beaten mounds had throbbed all weekend and still showed some
crimson bruising. A similar thing had happened on two previous occasions
when he should have paid the skip hire driver when he came to collect a
full one. It was still outside the house when his dad got home. Alex swore
that no one had called; however, the driver confirmed that there had been
no answer. He had gotten an over the knee spanking for that. On another
occasion his uncle had called to borrow back a power tool his dad had
borrowed. Again Alex insisted that no one had called. His boy mounds got a
taste of the spatula on that occasion.

Alex was now in full flight as he chased the slow moving van
"No!.........no........no.....no.........please .......Nooooooooo!" The
stones on the country lane did not even register when they bit into his
bare feet. His shouting and waving took priority over the pain. Finally,
finally the brake lights glowed on the van and he could see the driver
looking back at him in his rear view mirror. Alex yanked open the passenger
side door and stood propping it open with one hand on the door pillar and
one high up on the door. The stance he had taken up with both arms forming
a V gave the surprised driver a clear view of the boys near naked, slender
body with his only covering being a pair of light grey boxer briefs with
their black waistband and black piping around the legs and fly
opening. Alex stood panting with his chest pumping and flat stomach sucking
in and out. "Whoa there son, what's the emergency?" Alex blurted out that
it was imperative that driver made the delivery, then, only to be told that
it was out of the normal to go back as he had a schedule to keep. He saw
Alex getting distressed. "Well son, perhaps on this occasion I can make an
exception for a cute little guy, but it's going to cost you. Noticing how
the driver was eyeing him up Alex began to wonder what he meant. "It's
going to cost you a strong cup of coffee, and maybe a biscuit." Alex
immediately relaxed and let his body hang. As the van reversed he gingerly
walked back to the house feeling every pebble that he now trod on. The
driver struggled to get the van into a position to unload it, not because
he was bad at driving but, because he couldn't take his eyes off the
scantily clad boy. Alex was indeed a good looking boy at 5'2" and 7st 2"
(100lbs) he had a mop of brown hair that flopped over his forehead matching
his eyebrows and his now, not so much watering brown eyes. A band of Light
freckles coated his cute nose and cheeks.

The driver was called Joe. Joe was a very fit, very slim 33 year old father
of two boys, at 5'6" he weighed in at just 10.5st (147lbs), his hairy body
compensated for his all over No3 haircut. He eventually had the doors of
the van lined up with the front door of the house so switched off the
engine. Alex made to open the van doors. "Oh..No...No...no...no" Joe
stopped him right there. "Coffee first son, I'm parched. You lead the way."
Joe's eyes were firmly fixed on the boy. Those boxer briefs certainly clung
nicely to his cute little butt. Alex was about to make a bolt for the
stairs. "Where are you going son?" "Err, just going to slip something on."
"Oh don't bother with that. My boys run around in their underwear most of
the time and anyway, a good looking boy like you should be happy with his
body." Alex turned. "That's what my dad always says, especially when we are
in the gym.....kitchen is this way." When Alex had been stood at the van
Joe had not failed to notice the ample bulge in the front of his briefs. Of
course he was not aware that the boy had been in mid wank. There was a
definite wobble in the front of them when the boy walked. The house of
course resembled a somewhat, tidy building site. By the kitchen door was a
sawhorse who's main use was to be an assembly point for the other
tools. Plaster board and different size sheets of timber and batons lined
the walls. The kitchen was still basic with old units that were making
do. A small blue top kitchen table and two matching padded stools were the
only furniture and some old rugs helped take the coldness off. Joe still
observed the boys' body as he filled the kettle and placed it on the
stove. His cock twitched in his grey lightweight work trousers when the
boys' body stretched up to open a cupboard and retrieve a jar of
coffee. Was he going to put it back? "Oh yessss he was" thought Joe as the
boy stretched for him once more. It was at this point that Joe noticed a
dark area just on the lower parts of the firm little bum cheeks. "So,
what's with all the panic?" Alex turned to face Joe and for some reason he
placed his hands on the sink edge behind him and the bottom of one foot
behind him against a cupboard door. Again Joe asked himself a
question. "Was this kid just naive or was he deliberately posturing
himself?"  "It's my dad, he goes spare at the least thing I do wrong."
"Like what?" Enquired Joe. The kettle boiled, Alex continued to talk as he
made Joe's coffee telling him about his uncle calling and the skip
guy. Then he sat on the stool next to Joe passing him the steaming mug and
biscuit tin. Joe loved the nearness of the boy. "Well take Friday; I was to
take delivery of this package." He was very expressive as he spoke. "I
swear the doorbell did not ring so I missed the delivery." Joe told him he
had called, rang the doorbell and there had been no answer. "So what did
your dad do then? I bet he tore you off a strip," "I wish he had." Joe was
taken by surprise when Alex stood up with his back to him, thumbed the
waistband of his boxer briefs and lowered the back right down before
turning to look back over his shoulder for Joe's reaction when he saw his
battered flesh. He didn't even flinch when, with a hand that had been
cradling the warm mug Joe placed his palm on first one then the other
bruised buttock. "Ouch" was Joe's first comment. "Your dad did this? Wow!
Oh you poor boy, he must have been really pissed with you to do that." When
Alex spoke again a crackle came into his voice, then he began sobbing,
tears welled up in his beautiful brown
eyes. "Te...eeen..sob....te..eeen..sob .Ten minutes he p...pppadddled
me...sob... wwww...ith thh ch...chhh..Chooping board! He didn't stop once
and all I was wearing were my thin pajama bottoms.

Whatever the boy was looking for he was hoping to find it in Joe, because
he caught Joe off guard again when he fell into his body and sobbed
openly. Joe found himself caressing the boys bare back in an effort to
comfort him while he made some sort of useless mutterings of assurance. His
hands then gently rubbed the two bared bum cheeks. They were hot, thought
Joe. Joe could feel the boys' tears wetting his chest hair that poked out
of his V neck polo shirt. He managed to get the now quietened boy to stand
up and gently pulled the back of his briefs up for him while he held Joe's
hairy forearms. He got Alex a drink of water and kitchen towel to dry his
tears and wet cheeks. He told him his name and that he lived in the town
which was about two miles away along the bumpy, pothole ridden country lane
leading to the house. That he had two boys himself; Harry 13 and Tom
12. During the exchange of information it transpired that Joe was also a
widower and that his son's grandparents looked after them most days but he
always had them at the weekends and yes, he had to discipline them at times
but never beat them. They realised they had also seen one another before as
Joe not only delivers but runs past regularly. He actually got Alex to
laugh when he said he was probably responsible for most of the potholes in
the road. Alex had a great smile which made his eyes glow and his narrow,
but plump lips widen his mouth. "Ok! Let's get these boxes out the van and
upstairs. I will have to work over a little but the boys are at my parents
and it might please your dad if you tell him you did it by yourself, make
it our secret ok!" "Ok Joe! Thanks." With the last boxes safely put in
Alex's bedroom Joe commented on what a nice sized room he had. "Yes, it
will look better once everything is delivered and assembled Joe." "Look
son, if it will help, I will give you my mobile number and if you give me
yours I can ring you when I am on my way so you won't miss me. How does
that sound." "Ok Joe, that sounds good. We'll need to write them down, my
mobile is downstairs." "There is a pad and pen on my computer desk."

Joe dragged the notepad across the desk and took a pen out of the jar full
of assorted pens. He wrote his own number down then asked for Alex's.  Alex
approached the desk to write it down and in doing so his bare toes stubbed
against the desk jolting it. The computer mouse moved, the monitor blinked
for a fleeting second and the screen lit up. Joe could see the blood flow
right up the boy's body, his neck and face turning a bright red. There, on
the large screen was a still picture. The video Alex had been watching had
played out and what remained was the full frontal view of the video boy,
totally naked, cupping his balls and copious amounts of cum running down
and over the fingers that had just worked his hard cock to orgasm. Below
the still frame were a cluster of thumbnails. Joe selected one and it
opened up. The play icon sat waiting to be activated. Alex looked at Joe
with a sort of "What" look on his face. "Well son, you going to click on
it? It won't do it itself."

To be continued...............................Will Alex click on play? What
would you do if you were Alex or Joe? Even better, what would you want to
do if you were Alex or Joe?