Date: Sat, 10 Jan 2009 21:02:30 -0800 (PST) From: buttupboi2 buttupboi2 Subject: Making Up For Lost Time: Chapter 6: ?Poker night? part 1 Making Up For Lost Time: Chapter 6: `Poker night' part 1 Warning/disclaimer This story is a work of fiction and contains fantasy descriptions of explicit anatomy and potential sexual acts of boy's discovering his own body and discovering his sexuality. It contains fantasy graphic scenes of potential perceived sex between an under age boy and adult males... The Author does not condone or advocate pedophilia. This story contains no truths, no partial truths, and no half truths, only fantasy... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 PLEASE do not read it. If such content is illegal where you live, or you are under 18 years of age, please leave now and read no further. This story is property of the author only. Please do not copy or reprint without permission from the author. Chapter 6: `Poker Night' part 1 Saturday night is `poker night' for my dad & his friends. They have it at different house each week, but as it was my 1st week living with my dad, they had it at our house. My dad had set out the clothes he wanted me to wear: those shrink wrap underwear that hold up my lil penis so that every detail can be seen even (though it is covered up), and they make my dick look huge ...that horrible, too tight (3 sizes too small) pair of shorts that ride up my crotch, and show skin of the lower part of my butt cheeks... My Dad left no shirt out. I opened my mouth to yell out "Do I have to wear these clothes, daddy? They are so small and they don't fit right!" Before I could get my words out, my dad yelled "Boi! Get in here! ...NOW!!! I left the clothes there and ran into the living room. My dad had pulled a chair from the dining room and was sitting on it ...and on the coffee table was the jar of Vaseline, opened, and the thermometer laying there. He patted his thigh... I knew what that meant. I quickly walked to my daddy, butt I started to plead with him "Daddy!?! Do you have to take my temperature again? I don't have a fever!?! I know I don't...!!!" "Boi, I told you not to question me about this. Your daddy knows what is best! Get over my knee, NOW!!! ...the guys will be here any minute! ...Do you want me to be still taking your temperature when they arrive?". "Butt... dad!?!" he pulled me over his knee and started spanking me fast & hard... Just then, the doorbell rang. My dad held me in that position, over his knee, all exposed, with my head down and my red butt up. I tried to put my hand over my butt to cover it up, butt dad just spanked it away. He yelled "Come on in, the door's not locked!" and I turned my head to see who it was. It was the clerk from the mall, walking through the door. I could see that smirk on his face when he looked at me. "I see your boi is getting some discipline!" "Yes he is... I see you found the place, alright! Come on in! You know we didn't introduce ourselves earlier today, my name is Bill, and this is my boi, Jeff!" "Oh! ...as you probably know from my card I gave you earlier, my name is Dave! Good to meet you both!" He extended his hand, my dad still holding me in place, over his knee, told me to be polite and shake Dave's hand. Spank! I cringed, all redd faced, and I lifted my shoulders up on my dad's lap, and reached out my hand, trying not to look him in the eye. Dave held my hand and said "I see your dad knows how to raise his boi the right way!" ..."Look at Dave when he is talking to you, Son!" spank! My dad said "We were starting to take his temperature ...and look where it got him...!" "Well don't let me interrupt you!" "Grab yourself a beer and relax while we finish up here". Dave sat down with that salivating smirk... "When I have a son, I will raise him the same way, with lots of attention to his bottom!" Dave watched, while my dad gave me 5 more hard spanks... Then my dad said "Well, Dave, you might as well start getting some practice, now! Get up son! ...and let Dave take over, while I finish getting things ready for the game". I whined "Daddy!?! Do I have to???", "Yes Son" Spank! I lifted myself up tried to hide my Everwood boi boner, as I stood there embarrassedly. My dad told Dave how to bend me over his legs "make sure his penis is between your legs"... Dave looked down at my hairless longitude... "Oh! ...he is a hard boi isn't he?" "Happens every time!" said dad "...Well the boi is still a boi... he he!". Dave guided me over his lap and started rubbing my redd bottom while holding me down with his other hand. "You're a `Natural' Dave! ...Now don't be afraid to spank him hard! A boi needs that!" Dave started spanking slow and rubbing my bottom after each swat. I was getting more and more aroused with each spank. Dave squeezed his legs together around my hard hairless boi dik. With each spank I bounced a little, so my penis rubbed on his pant legs. It was even more sensitive after getting shaved at the Barbershop. I knew better than to ask him to stop. I could tell he was really enjoying this exploratory boi discipline. I was getting dangerously close to squirting boi juice a;; over his pants when my dad said "You can take his temperature, Dave, if you like!". "I wouldn't miss a chance like this!" He started rubbing my butt cheeks and spreading them, inspecting my boihole, passing his fingertip over my butthole opening. "1st you dab your middle finger into the Vaseline and get a glob to slide up the boi's butthole. Then you spread his butt cheeks... Help Dave out, Jeffie! ...Reach back and open up your butt cheeks for him! ...Now slide your finger right up in there, ...in as far in as you can reach... You also want to notice how dirty his hole is. He may need some guidance in proper wiping, or he might need help making a boi poop late. Dave impaled my hole deeply in one thrust. I grunted and squirmed. Spank! "Hold still boi!" dad said. "You always have to let your boi know, `Who' is `in charge'! ...Now move your finger around a bit, in & out, making sure the Vaseline is lubing up everywhere in there." I started to relax and remembered how worked up my boi dik was "That's it! Now with your other hand (while not removing your finger from his bottom hole) you want to pick up the thermometer. Look to see if the mercury is below the arrow... Shake it down! Then wiggle your finger out, and slide in the thermometer in as far as it will go without losing it up there...". Dave followed my dad's instructions carefully... "now cup his bottom with the thermometer in between your 2 fingers, holding it in place! ...and every so often you can move the thermometer around in there, slide it in and out for good contact!". Dave tried doing that and I could feel more pre-slime escaping out my roq hard pee slit. Just then, the doorbell rang again. I immediately tensed up and tried to cover my bottom. "Whoa there! ...hold still, Jeffie! We still got some more time here! Now lay still for awhile! Let go and relax!" he ruffed up my hair then pushed my head down again. "I think we ought to call it the `Rumpometer'!" He patted my bottom again... I heard Sam's voice, "Hi Men! ...and `boi' ! " "Come on in guys! We're just giving Dave some practice with the boi!" Then Joe chimed in "I see!... Looks like he is doing fine work! Did you tell him about your trick for quieting a boi immediately by putting your finger up his butthole?" "I didn't tell him that! ...but I think he is getting the hang of it, pretty well! Men, come get some beers while they finish up"... Dave held me there, cupping my bottom, moving his legs every few seconds, so my penis would stay roq hard. "It won't be long Jeffie! Won't be long at all!"... ...My Dad and his friends came back in the living room, Dad said that Dave should take the thermometer out and look at it, every once in awhile. Dave slid out the thermometer while plopping his finger in again, "hasn't changed yet!" he spread my butt cheeks again and slid the thermometer all the way in again, moving it around, making me squirm and grind my crotch into his legs... I was feeling that my boi dik was going to betray me again getting ready to squirt... Dad gave me a swat on the bottom and said "it has to be ready by now!" "Oh Okay..." said Dave pulling it out... "Lay still there Jeff, until your dad gets the reading. He started rubbing my exposed bottom again squeezing & tickling it. I badly wanted to ease the itch in my groin. Dad said "good! It's normal! Did you feel any poop in his butthole, Dave?" "I forgot to check!" he impaled me with his finger again and felt all around in there, moving his finger quickly in & out. I was wriggling all around over his knee, opening my legs wide giving him way to go deeper. He pulled his finger out and said "pretty clean! ...just a little Brown! ...He instinctively lifted his finger up to his nose and sniffed. You want to take a sniff Jeffie?" He waved his finger under my nose. I inhaled and smelled my boihole smell. Spank! Dad said " Let's get to playing cards! Dave wipe his butthole clean, I don't want him staining the furniture!... Jeffie since you didn't want to wear your clothes, earlier, you can just go without, for the rest of the night! ...and kiddo ...your job is to make sure the men all have drinks!" Swat! I started to get up and remembered how my dik was as stiff and oozing as a dik could get!... I tried to lie back down. Dave said "Bill! he likes it over my knee! He doesn't want to get up!!! ". "Get up Boi! Get off him!" Spank!... "If you like being over his knee so much, we will just have to have Dave babysit you next week !" To Be Continued...