Date: Sun, 1 Nov 2020 19:05:39 -0500 From: Daniel1989a Subject: Big City-Part 1 (adult-youth, spanking) Big City-Part 1 This series will contain spanking and sex between an adult male and a teen male. If this offends you, go elsewhere. The last days living on a farm in a very small city went by quickly. Just a few months ago I figured I would live on my family's farm for the rest of my life, but after three terrible years of drought and then a month ago waking up to find my Father had abandoned my mother and me, it was almost time to say goodbye to this small town. The barn which had always been filled with animals was now empty, all our farm machinery had been sold making the farm feel almost lifeless. I had already said goodbye to all my friends and pretty much everyone I had ever known, and though I could have spent more time with them, I chose to spend the last couple of days walking the 500 acres that no longer belonged to us. In a couple of days, my Mother and I were leaving this life behind and moving to a large city on the west coast. As I walked slowly through the wooded hills near the back of our farm, it occurred to me that I had never even been to a large city before. The town we were living in had been my home for 14 years, the total population under 1,000 people. My Uncle Jack had always joked that there were ten times as many cows here as people and it was true. My Mother had a decent job waiting for her and after the summer ended I would be attending a school that had almost as many students as the town I now lived in. The change was going to be huge for both of us, and as I walked I knew I would miss the open spaces and privacy that our land provided. These thoughts were overwhelming me so I did what I always did to make myself feel better, I began pulling my clothes off and once naked lay down beside the fast-moving stream and slowly masturbated. After shooting my load I thought of one good thing about moving to a big city, I would have a much better chance of running into guys who like me. Being gay in a small town was the only thing I hated about my current situation and I was so scared of being found out that absolutely nobody knew about me. For a short time, I thought one of my closest friends was gay and I came close to broaching the subject, but luckily a few of his comments during a sleepover made me keep my mouth closed and my secret safe. As I rinsed myself off in the stream I realized that this would also be one of the last times I was naked outdoors for a long time, so I grabbed my clothes and walked naked for over an hour, loving the breeze and the sun on my body. Later that night after supper my Mother and I packed the rest of our belongings, mostly clothing, photos, and other keepsakes. The next days went by so fast, and after a final walk around the farm, we both got into our pick-up and began the long journey west. The drive was long and we did not talk a lot, both of us deep in thought about our new lives and missing the farm. With so little money we stayed in cheap motels, ate in diners and finally two and a half days later we entered the new city. The amount of traffic was incredible as well as the number of buildings, fast food restaurants and there was people everywhere. With my window down I experienced the stench of city pollution for the first time and quickly pushed the button to raise my window. Not long after we pulled into the parking lot of our new home, an almost ancient looking apartment building. The first thing that caught my eye was the building pool, although it looked like it needed a good cleaning, it was a pool none the less. Over the next couple of days, my mother and I settled in and I began to explore my new city, not venturing too far yet, just enough to keep myself occupied. It was difficult getting used to how many people there were and how quickly everyone moved. The noise was hard to take as well, cars, horns, sirens seemed to never end, day or night. Money was still very tight, so although there were stores everywhere, all I could do was look. Finding myself bored and with nothing else to do, I changed into a pair of shorts, grabbed a towel and headed down to the pool. The smell of chlorine was almost overpowering and I realized I had never swum in a pool before, only lakes. I dropped my towel and dove in, finding out quickly that the water was much too warm and as I rose to the surface I felt stupid for opening my eyes as the chlorine began to make them burn. I stood by the side a couple of minutes and then started doing laps feeling some of the tension leave the more I swam. I had been going for about 15 minutes when I sensed eyes on me and as I was flipping over at the end of the pool I noticed someone who was clearly staring at me. At each end of the pool as I flipped to go the other way I opened my eyes just long enough to see that the person was still there, so after one more lap I swam to the side and saw it was a boy who could not be much older than me. I looked up at him and all I could think to say was, "Are you watching me?" He smiled and asked, "Where you from?" He must have seen the look on my face because before I could say anything he said, "Your accent, where are you from?" His smile got wider after I said, "Oklahoma." "That's a long way to come for a place like this, you just get here?" I was about to explain how long I'd been here when it occurred to me that I didn't know his name. I stuck my right hand up and said, "I'm Justin, we just got in a few days ago." Instead of shaking my hand, he slapped it lightly and said, "I'm Gabriel. You're a good swimmer." "Thanks. Want to join me?" "Sure, it's the only reason I come here." A minute later he jumped in and pretty quickly we were splashing each other and I found myself laughing for the first time since leaving Oklahoma. Thirty minutes later he started climbing up the pool stairs and I followed him to the only 2 chairs around and watched him sit. I noticed his eyes open a bit wider and then, "Whoa, you work out Justin?" "No, my mother and I lived on a ranch, it was hard work." "Must have been, you're fit. Are you staying here or just passing through?" I told Gabriel parts of why we were here, finishing with, "My mother is starting a new job, we're staying." There was silence for a few minutes then he asked, "You wanna grab a soda or something?" I was not sure what to say, having no money was humiliating, but I figured I should be as honest as possible and said, "I don't have any money with me and my mother is out." "Don't worry about it, grab your stuff and let's go." I ran upstairs and changed and was back down in a couple of minutes, now walking with Gabriel and listening to him talk about music and some of the places he hung out at. When it was my turn to speak and I started explaining life on a ranch, Gabriel was shocked to hear what life there was like and how much hard work it took to maintain it. He was quiet for a minute, then, "That explains why you're in such great shape." It was the second time that he had mentioned my body, and had me wondering if he might be gay. We spent the rest of the day together, exploring the city until it was starting to get dark. "I have to get going, I'm staying with my uncle for the summer, he doesn't like me being late." I had been wondering why he hadn't mentioned his parents at all, but as he did not offer any more information, I didn't ask. "Okay Gabriel, take care." Over the next several days Gabriel and I got closer, swimming and hanging out every day making my transition to city living much easier. My Mother was enjoying her new job and with a steady paycheck, things really improved. We ate much better, got a few things for the apartment, and she even started giving me an allowance. My Mother was eager to meet Gabriel so I invited him over for dinner and was happy that they liked each other. A few days later while swimming, Gabriel asked, "You want to come to my place for dinner, maybe sleepover sometime?" My reply was too quick, "Yeah, that would be amazing." He smirked at me, but a few seconds later we began splashing each other and later as we sat on the chairs talking, "Is tomorrow night okay with you?" Knowing my mother would be fine with it I agreed and after he headed home I again wondered if he was gay. The next morning I packed a few things, extra clothes, and headed over to Gabriel's address. It was the first time for me being in his neighborhood and I saw right away that the houses were very large and expensive making me wonder what his Uncle did for a living. I rang the bell and a minute later Gabriel let me in and began showing me around. The basement was huge with a fireplace and pool table, the main floor had a large living room another large room that he called, The Den, which had a huge television, sound system, bookcases and very expensive looking leather furniture, another room he didn't show me into was his Uncle's home office, there were a large washroom and a massive kitchen, with a pantry just behind it. I had never seen a kitchen like this before in real life, all stainless steel appliances, a gas, and electric stovetop and when he opened it, the best-stocked refrigerator I had ever seen. He handed me a soda and then we headed down and played a few games of pool, then multiple video games and finally up to his room. His room was large, with a king-sized bed, a huge desk with a desktop and laptop computer, a couple of gaming systems as well as a mini-fridge. I couldn't resist any more, "This is awesome, what does your Uncle do for a living?" "He owns a few companies, medical supplies mainly." Gabriel turned on his television and a minute later we were battling each other in a video game. A few hours later he asked, "You hungry?" "Starved." He grabbed his cell phone and ordered pizza, adding, "My Uncle usually gets home late and eats by himself." I hadn't had delivery pizza in so long that it was a treat and a feast as I devoured half of it easily. As we ate, when I knew it was safe my eyes took in the king-sized bed and wondered if we would be sharing it tonight. After eating he turned on his computer and while he was using the washroom I was checking things out and came across a folder named stuff. When I opened it my heart sank a bit, it was full of straight porn, blond-haired women mostly. As he came out of the washroom he saw what I was looking at and said, "Awesome collection, isn't it?" I was a bit disappointed but got over it quickly, he was my friend and I was enjoying his company, so I pretended to be excited as he played video after video of his collection. Hours later with both of us tired Gabriel got undressed down to his boxers and climbed into the huge bed, then looked at me and said, "The other half of the bed is yours, or you can use the sofa." I undressed down to my briefs and almost took the sofa, but opted for the bed instead, it was so big that even rolling over would not bring us into contact. It was a great experience, we lay there talking for over an hour until he started nodding and then fell asleep. I was tired as well, but the pizza had left me really thirsty so I carefully got up and opened the door to the mini-fridge, but all it had was assorted snacks, no soda, or water. I thought about grabbing water from the washroom, but remembered the huge, well-stocked fridge in the kitchen and decided to make my way down there. The house was silent except for the sound of Gabriel sleeping, I started for the bedroom door and saw my pants laying on the floor, almost pulled them on but instead headed downstairs in my briefs. I made it to the kitchen easily but couldn't find a light switch anywhere so I crept to the fridge and opened it, again thrilled at how much stuff was inside it. There were many bottles of water, soda, wine but what caught my eye was the beer. I had heard of this brand and knew it was imported and expensive, I let my fingertips caress it, almost resisted but pulled it out and twisted the cap off. I took a large swallow and then sensed rather than heard someone behind me, thinking it was Gabriel I was about to open my mouth and make sure it was okay that I took the beer, but I was cut off by a loud voice. "You know better than to take a beer?" The voice was loud, angry , definitely not Gabriel and there was something else too, something odd about the voice but before I could think about it a strong hand grabbed the wrist of the hand holding the beer, easily took it and shoved it back into the fridge and closed the door, sending the kitchen back into darkness. My mouth opened but before a sound came out that same hand clamped tighter around my wrist and began pulling me backwards when I finally got a few words out, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." I was cut off as I tried to keep my footing, I was being pulled that hard. I turned my head but in the darkness, I could only make out a shape and the shape was much taller than me. I tried to speak again and it occurred to me that I didn't even know Gabriel's Uncles name, so I blurted out, "I'm Justin, I'm sorry for..." I heard something scraping across the floor, felt thre pressure on my wrist change for a second and then my entire body moved as I was easily pulled across a pair of very hairy legs. The hand holding my wrist pulled it up behind my back enough that I knew if it went any higher it would cause serious pain. "You should have learned your lesson last time." The voice was deep, angry and again there was something off about it and he obviously thought I was Gabriel. "Another good spanking should teach you a lesson." This time my words came out quickly. "What? A spanking, you can't be serious." A second later a hand smacked into my briefs covered right butt cheek hard enough that my back arched up. The hand holding my wrist pushed me back down and held me there as the other hand landed several more times. The sound echoed in the large room and as the pain on my butt increased, it quickly hit me that I had not been spanked for a long time. I tried to push my body up by pressing my feet against the floor, but he easily moved me forward enough so they couldn't make contact any more. "Fighting me and struggling, you really didn't learn anything last time, did you?" Again, the voice was odd, firm, almost like he was struggling or had a sore throat and then his hand smacked my right butt cheek several times before moving to the other and doing the same and as the pain increased I yelled out. "Stop, you can't do this." I wiggled my hips as hard as I could, trying my best to get away and thought I had succeeded, but the hand holding my wrist behind my back applied a bit more pressure and as I cried out his other hand grabbed the back of my briefs. I knew what was coming and pushed my hips against his legs as hard as I could to prevent them from being pulled off, but instead of pulling on them the fingers ran over the waistband a few times, I took the opportunity. "Not my briefs, stop." Immediately his hand started tugging on the waistband and I felt the back pulled over my butt cheeks, but the rest were still caught between my body and his legs. I thought they might stay on but he was pulling so hard I heard the fabric start to rip apart and after one more yank, they tore completely and he pulled them free of my butt. Being naked scared me, I knew the spanking would hurt more but every time I struggled the pressure on my arm increased. "Maybe this will get your attention." I briefly pictured Gabriel in the same position as me, wondering what he looked like naked, and then for a couple of minutes, his hand alternated between my butt cheeks, sometimes smacking each one several times before moving to the other and as tears began to pour out of my eyes I knew I wasn't getting away, so I stopped struggling and gave in. The spanking got even harder and I began to cry like I had when I was a little kid, my entire body heaving as the spanking continued for another minute. I was crying so hard I wasn't even exactly sure when the spanking had stopped, all I was aware of was the burning pain. "I hope you learned your lesson this time. If not, the next one will be much worse." His hand was now caressing my back and shoulders, soothing me until my crying eased, then after a couple minutes he said, "Get back to bed." He helped me stand up, and now standing naked in front of him I could just make out that he was a tall man, but it was so dark I could see nothing else. I turned and made my way back upstairs, only then remembering my torn briefs that were probably still on the kitchen floor, so I took the extra pair from my bag, pulled them on, and climbed into bed. I lay awake for over an hour, the pain from the spanking now turning into a more manageable sensation and later I fell asleep. I woke the next morning as I heard Gabriel getting up and walking to the washroom and once he finished I did the same and we both got dressed, then I followed him downstairs. My heart was racing as we entered the kitchen where I saw his Uncle for the first time in the light. He was standing at the sink, facing away from us wearing just a pair of shorts. I could see he was over 6 feet tall and that he obviously spent hours at the gym, his back and shoulders were very muscular. Gabriel said, "Good morning Uncle Peter." Uncle Peter did not move or respond so Gabriel took a step forward and tapped him on the back, making him turn around to face us. The front of his body was just as impressive as the back, he had huge pecs, biceps, and a very impressive set of abs. He looked at me, "You must be Justin." I watched as his fingers went to his ears to adjust what I saw were hearing aids, and realized that's why his voice had sounded odd and he hadn't heard me. He stuck his hand out and as I shook it a shiver went through my entire body, I was now holding the hand that had spanked me last night. It was an effort but I managed to shift my eyes away from his body before my cock started to harden and not long after we all sat down and ate breakfast. I kept waiting for the lecture, or some mention of the spanking but it never came up. A few hours later I had my stuff and said goodbye to Gabriel, as I was walked towards the driveway I heard the door open, looked back, and saw his Uncle coming towards me. He handed me a plastic bag and then said, "It was nice to meet you, Justin." "Thank you, it was nice to meet you too Sir." I managed to stop staring at his naked torso long enough to look into the plastic bag and seeing my torn briefs at the bottom I felt my face start to flush red. I heard him clear his throat and a second later my eyes met his, "Your next spanking will be more intense Justin." My eyes left his as I again admired his muscular body, my cock hardening as he added, "See you soon Justin." I hope you enjoyed this story, I'm thinking of another 2 or 3 chapters. Comments and suggestions are always welcome.