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Honor Code
Cowboys And Indians
By
PJ Franklin <pjfranklinboy2@earthlink.net>
 

"Come back here you little shit!" came the shouted threat down the cabin's hallway from the back bedroom.

The voice was quickly followed by the streaking figure of Todd, who shouted with glee, "Gang-way everyone!" rapidly followed by another running, but still grinning victim of Todd's latest prank, big brother Steven.

Todd dashed lithely out the cabin's front door, while Steven paused in front of us and held up a new and otherwise clean pair of underwear briefs, a disgusting thick coating of toothpaste adorning the crotch of said underwear. Jake and I had poked our heads out of our sleeping bag to see all the commotion and when Steven stopped, turned and showed us his gooey bluish-green paste-dotted bare ass, we fell back onto our pillows, laughing our asses off.

The toothpaste gig was a favorite first year cadet invention, harmless, but nonetheless startling to discover if you ignorantly snuggled your briefs up to your crotch, only to feel like you've crapped yourself. Steven had returned to his own bed in the back bedroom with Dad, Michael and Todd, later, after our little mild three-way the night before. Todd used the interim to somehow ply his prank.

Todd's messy stunt aside, we otherwise all had a great time together what with water-skiing, fishing and all that day. And it certainly was not that Steven did not share Todd's affection back to the teen, he most certainly did, just not nearly as elegantly and at that, very uncharacteristically so; such as, very unwisely pushing Todd off the dock and into the lake around our moored power craft during some horse-play with him, and right in front of Dad too! That clumsy little maneuver gained our big brother a quick trip back to the cabin for ten hard bare-bottom swats from Dad's paddle as we all looked on, Todd grinning ear to ear of course. But even that did not puncture the festive moods.

All too soon though came the last Friday of our RMMA spring break and time for Jake, me and Steven to head back home, as planned, for our own private adventure Friday and Saturday. Dad, Todd and Michael would stay at the lake until late Saturday and all us students of RMMA would make the legendary ten hour trek back to school very early on Sunday. For Jake and I, it would be our final RMMA term before graduation. Plans changed just a bit, however.

Todd's burgeoning affection for his new big brother influenced him to ask us three if he could come back home early along with us. Naturally, Steven gave Todd a lot of mild and humorous objection to that, but in the end, Todd secured for himself the front seat of my car with Steven driving. Jake and I would be making out in the back seat, or at least pretending to.

"Steven, you are in charge back home," and Dad handed Steven the paddle to take home and put back into the study, or use as he saw fit.

"Can I change my mind now?" Todd grinned as we stood around my car.

"Nope!" Steven smiled and fixed a good-natured headlock on his new little bro.

"Be careful you guys," Dad admonished with a smile and a hug for each of us, and then shooed us all into the car. He and Michael were off for some sort of Michael-approved activity that he had been begging Dad to do; something about frogs or some other reptilian life force that he wanted to investigate.

So off we drove and I swear to God, Todd hardly took his eye off of Steven at all as Steven drove us down the mountain towards home. He just stared at him off and on for miles. "What?" Steven would say, trying to pretend that he wasn't enjoying Todd's new sibling affiliation nearly as much as Todd was. The truth was, I thought it was really cool and I felt really good for Todd and for Steven.

Then Jake and I decided to cause our own distraction and started to kiss, grope and fondle each other. Todd noticed of course and complained, "Hey you guys, get a room already!"

"Mind your own business Pendergrast!" we answered.

Then at about the halfway mark home, Todd became bored, so he decided to up the ante on Steven. He reached over and punched Steven on his right arm, kind of gently at first. Steven ignored him. Then Todd hit harder and Steven finally said, "OK, OK … Ouch! … now cut it out Todd." The "ouch" was rhetorical at best, but now Todd was challenged and really laid a very hard punch. "Hey! Todd! Man! Enough already, I'm driving OK?" Steven warned.

Of course Todd pretended to look a little "hurt" and replied with folded-up arms, "Whatever!"

Todd sat there minding his own business for a while, staring aimlessly out of the windshield, and then out of nowhere he gave Steven two more modest punches in a row.

"Todd! Do that again and I'll stop the car and tan your little behind!" Steven barked back, now starting to get really perturbed.

Todd got this smirk on his face, "Oh? So who put you in charge anyway?" Todd grinned, knowing perfectly well that Steven was in charge.

"Yea, as if. Just stop it, OK?" Steven replied with a half smile, willing to give Todd all the rope he needed to hang himself.

"Yea, sure, whatever shit-for-brains," was Todd's very uncreative come back.

I looked at Jake and whispered in his ear, "One bare bottom spanking coming right up!" Jake chuckled back his quiet and wordless answer and sure enough, about three minutes later, Todd unfolded his arms and nailed Steven's arm, hard, twice more. Steven's face turned red and finding a very serendipitous turn off just a few convenient moments later, pulled the car over and stopped.

He looked at Todd, "Out of the car mister!" and Steven did look a bit pissed off. Todd glanced back at us. The expression on his face was a very simple accepting shrug and he slithered out of the car, maybe a little sheepishly. Steven looked back at us, "I'll be right back, I've got some buns to toast."

We let Steven leave and shut the car door, then I went to work and opened Jake's trouser fly and pulled out his naked semi-hard dick. "Let me know what's happening," I said and then taking off my seat-belt, leaned way over and started to suck on my boyfriend's awesome cock. Jake kept me informed of activities outside, as I intended on getting Jake off into my mouth as he watched Todd get a spanking or belting or whatever it was that Steven had in mind and could see.

"Oh yea, Steven has his arm around our guy there, by the hood. They're talking. Todd has his hands in his pockets. Kind of cute really, him standing there. Steven isn't angry."

"Duh! Todd just did it to get some attention, Steven knows that," I said coming up.

Jake pushed my head back down, "Just shut up and suck me off, or I'll give you a spanking next!" That sizzling little threat made my cock harder than it was already. I grinned and went back down on Jake, recalling some of the hot activities of the night before and starting to wonder when my next sexy beat-down might happen.

"OK, now for some action. Steven is looking around. The coast is clear. Brother Todd is shucking down his jeans and underwear and leaning up against the car hood. Look out, here it comes, that big ol' nasty belt of Steven's. Todd is in for it."

I made sure to tune my ears as Jake was moaning softly now and I was bobbing up and down on his cock. Then I heard it. It was muffled, but the distinct sounds of belt meeting bare ass-flesh were quite clear. I started to count off Todd's licks and the hilarious part was that I matched my up and down oral movements on Jake's stiff pole to each belt lick that Steven gave Todd.

Piece of cake! One, two, three, four, five, about one per second. Steven was not letting Todd off easy, that was for sure. Six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Then there was a pause, but I didn't pause and Jake was starting to take over and face fuck me with small upward thrusts of his steel pole, his fingers clutching commandingly at my hair, "making" me do it. Now that was hot! Then Jake leaned over and hissed in my ear, "Just wait till I get you back home, Baker, I'm gonna tan your hot little hide again and fuck you up your ass in some very embarrassing places in your house!"

Oh shit! He might make me cream my trousers with that kind of hot talk! But now we could hear Todd say, "OK! I'm sorry!" and it sounded like he was serious.

There was a pause and a command for ten more, "Count 'em out!" Steven said.

Our time was now limited, but Jake was at the edge, so I just pushed him over, "Ohhhyeaaaa," and my gullet was instantly flooded with cadet cream as Todd was finishing up his ten last licks. Jake's hand was rubbing my crotch at the same time and combined with that last little threat, he finally made me cream my trousers at the same time that he filled my mouth.

We finished just in time for two car doors to open. Todd sat down, not a little gingerly, and Steven came back looking very happy with himself. They closed the doors and Steven's grin disappeared. "What the hell is that smell in here?"

Todd looked back at us with a cheesy knowing grin, he knew. "Our two lover-boys had sex while we were outside! That's disgusting! … Look! Greg creamed his pants!" Todd roared as he pointed to my embarrassing stain.

"So what, you're just jealous," I blushed and lay my head on Jake's shoulder.

"Well, I'm not jealous; you guys are disgusting like Todd said!" Steven said, shaking his head and ruffling Todd's hair in support, but not even trying to disapprove, and started to laugh as well.

But all Todd could do now was stare enviously at my stain, "Hey, it's not fair big bro! I just got a whipping and now I'll get hard, when do I get to get off?"

"Never!!" three strong male voices answered simultaneously, then we all laughed.

"Sorry little bro, you are grounded from your dick till we get home!" Steven announced.

Todd sighed, then said a little sarcastically, "Yes big brother, your word rules!"

And he was good the rest of the way home, in fact he took a nap, leaning way over and managing to lay his head onto big brother Steven's lap until we arrived home.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Are you OK with Todd hanging all over you like he is, Steven?" I asked, standing by my big brother's open bedroom door during a few rare moments alone with him. We had arrived safely back home and had just finished unloading the car. Todd was alive and well somewhere around there, probably harassing Jake, but he sure seemed to have permanently attached himself to Steven.

Not that it bothered me, it didn't and I thought it was a really positive development in Todd's life, but I worried a little about Steven. Todd was kind of going overboard in some cases and was very physical with Steven, granted Steven was a big enough guy, but that wasn't the point.

"A little jealous are you?" Steven grinned back at me as he was refolding some wrinkled up clothing as he took them out of his suitcase.

So Was I? Steven and I had indeed grown a bit apart since my tenure at RMMA, especially this past year. "Maybe a little. I just don't want him to get too carried away and you get tired of him."

Steven looked thoughtful and didn't answer right away, just like Dad. And Steven was a lot like our father and that pleased me a great deal really. "I can handle him fine, but I do worry about you guys going back to school. You've had a lot of freedom and are going to have to be very careful back at RMMA."

Yup, just like Dad. I sighed and leaned up against the door jamb, "Yea, it's the ol' 'good news, bad news' thing I guess, but it's only for a few months more."

Suddenly Todd was right there by me, "Hey! What'd I miss? Did I hear my name?" and then walked in and plopped himself right next to where Steven was diligently trying to fold and sort and of course grabbed a very neatly folded polo, apparently just to mainly look at the little Izod alligator logo on the pocketless front.

Steven gave Todd a little eye-roll and snatched the shirt back, "Give me that, you little stinker, I don't like the look in your eye." Todd stuck his tongue out at Steven, then had to bring his hands up to his face as Steven had managed already one little face slap in response. Todd fell back and even giggled a little. I smiled, glad for both of them. I guess I had no more worries about Todd and Steven.

Then there was a new presence, this time in back of me and arms reached around and hugged me and a pair of lips kissed my cheek, "Miss me?" Jake said. Funny, I did, but had not noticed it until he was in my personal space; funny how that works.

Then I turned, "Yes, I did, kiss me," and he didn't reply, he just did what I asked, our tongues melting together and his hands reaching down and giving my booty just enough squeeze to remind me of his earlier promises of future fireworks.

"Shouldn't they get a room or something?" Todd teased us.

"Naw, I say we let them suck their faces all they want," Steven replied, now taking folded clothes to his dresser.

I broke our kiss and turned my head, "We're not sucking face, we're kissing. K–i–s–s–i–n–g!" I said with just a little prideful air then turned back and resumed our kiss.

"Me too, I want to kiss boys!" I heard Todd reply, I thought just mostly to try and psych out Steven. Good luck with that one, Todd. "And you don't count, you don't kiss boys," Todd added, a very thoughtful and telling addition on Todd's part.

"No, I don't, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate when two boys really love each other,"Steven said in a very mild chastisement, still reloading his dresser. Right at that moment, I had to break the kiss and turn around in Jake's arms. He obviously was feeling what I did as well, instantly loosening his grip on my waist, but not letting go.

I looked at Steven, my eyes misting up just a little. Steven had just "endorsed" Jake and I. Not that he needed to or even realized what he had just said. It just meant so damned much to hear it verbally from my big brother. "Hey, thanks big bro, that means a lot coming from you, man," I barely got out of my throat, realizing just then as well, how much I really did love the boy who was holding me.

"Yea, me too Steven," Jake said, his voice and body language concurring with mine. God bless him, Todd allowed himself to look respectfully sheepish just then.

Then I winked at Jake and turned to Todd, "OK, you want to kiss boys, Todd? Here we are, come here if you want to really kiss." I dared him.

"You think I won't?" Todd replied.

"No, we think you will, come here shit-for-brains,"Jake urged Todd. Todd got right up and came over to us making for a very crowded doorway.

"I'm waiting!" he grinned. Jake went first and really laid a long slow one on the boy, eyes closed even. I thought Todd would flinch, but he didn't and the look on his face was calm and respectful even. But it also looked hot and sexy to see your boyfriend, your lover really, kiss another boy, one that you thought a lot of really, as I did Todd.

Then it was my turn. I slid my hand gently around to the back of Todd's neck, my mind actually doing a rapid synopsis of some of the really hard times that the boy had been through and had come through with flying colors. As superficial as Todd presented himself sometimes, that fifteen-year-old boy I was about to kiss seemed more my age and Jake's and deserved a lot of respect. I kissed him and enjoyed it, but kept my eyes open. So did he. Great brown eyes.

"Wow, that is fuckin' hot. We should do another three-way before we go back to school … sorry Steven!" Jake said at the last.

"You three are some very naughty boys indeed," he grinned teasing us, "Yes, three naughty Indians in fact!"

My mind changed directions instantly, "Don't kid about that stuff, big brother," I said with a little hint of hope in my voice.

"I'm not. I said we would do it and we're gonna do it. I've already had you guys sucking my dick, so I'm gonna teach you three that I have a very open mind and short of me exchanging spit, I'll not only keep up, but I'll make you three wish you were hanging around me all the time."

"No way!" I said, getting all kinds of stoked.

"Wanna bet, the three of you versus me?" Steven dared me and us back.

I looked at my fellow savages and they all eagerly grinned and nodded. "You're on, big bro, what's the stakes?" I asked.

"Your sore butts. I have Dad's paddle and if I want, all three of you will put your behinds on the line," Steven confidently replied.

"If we win the bet?" I countered. "Well, you won't. But if you do, all three of you can beat my butt, anyway you like."

So, that was it. It was not going to be a game of numbers, so much as an honest agreement at the end about whether Steven was as open-minded as he said. Frankly, I was pretty stoked and not really betting against Steven, but then again, how far would he really go?

* * * * * * * * * *

An hour later, Jake, Todd and I got tired of waiting. Steven seemed busy with something to do with his own school for his next week's spring term and Todd ended up with Jake and me in my room.

"I'm bored, let's kiss again," Todd said as if now, suddenly, that was his favorite thing and what all guys did with other guys during boredom.

"Oh gee, just knock me over with romance, Pendergrast." Jake shook his head and sat down next to me.

I grinned, "Yea, that was a little weak, Todd."

"Fine, then let's just trade spit. That's all that kissing is anyway."

"That's disgusting!" Jake replied.

"Oh really? I dare you Lightman, you're just a wuss, it's the same damn thing!" Todd challenged just to get a rise out of us.

I saw Todd's point then wondered why even I thought it was different, so I looked at Jake. "OK, I'll do it. I'll open my mouth, Jake, and you spit in it!"

"No!"

"Come on, we trade spit when we French, what's the difference?"

Jake rolled his eyes, "Oh OK" and then gathered up a wad of saliva in his mouth and aimed at my open pie hole and splat! He hit paydirt. Yuk! I didn't like it and made a funny face.

Todd laughed, "OK, good, my turn, spit in my mouth Baker!" and came over. It was my turn to pretend I was the mama bird. Todd sat next to me and I did it while Jake winced. "Yum! More! Next!" Todd said to Jake just to gross him out.

Suddenly at the open doorway stood my big brother, Steven. He was wearing an old pair of jeans and cowboy boots he had left over from high school, one of Dad's old button-down long sleeve Pendleton Woollen Mill lumberjack plaids and holding an old silver-handled toy cowboy pistol that I thought I had lost long ago! But the best part was the cowboy hat, that was Dad's too!

I gawked, Todd gawked, and Jake gawked as well, all of us into a kind of stunned silence like in a comedy movie. But then I saw he was holding some other things in his other hand. What the hell? Well first, an old roll of twine came flying at me and I caught it, then Steven humorously used the barrel of the toy pistol to push his hat brim back.

"Us Cowboys don't cotton to no savages tradin' spit in this here territory. Now you there, you savage you, you tie up the other two, or I'll blow yer brains right back to that reservation you came from, all of yer savage heathen brown skins with ya!"

I looked at Jake and he at me and us at Todd who had this priceless look on his face and then Todd said, "We in heep of trouble, white man got drop on us, we stupid Indians!"

My mouth started to twitch, so did Jake's! I got control, "Um … yea … we dirty filthy Indian tribe get caught away from reservation makin' with the spit-spit, cause it make us horny!" Oh the face twitching then.

Steven was going to lose it, then said, "Shut UP! I can't understand a word yer sayin', but I know you are planning to try and take my scalp! I'm a givin' ya to the count of five … one … two … three … four ….."

"OK! OK! We do it, no shoot, NO SHOOT!"

I held up my hands and then heard, "Better do as white man say. Him have forked tongue, not kill us, maybe fuck us and fill with white man seed, very disgusting to proud Indian."

Oh my god. That was Jake. He had been turned away, so was Todd and their hands behind their back. I started with the twine, my face tired from trying not to grin and adding my two cents, "Yea, heep big embarrassment to squaw, get back to tent, have to show her Indian butthole with the pokey-pokey look, make squaw angry."

"I said!! Shut the fuck up Indian boy!" Steve barked, fighting to not laugh. I tied up Jake's wrists and then Todd's and Steve continued, "OK you heathen scum, now strip off those other two, neked!!"

Neked? Steven said that word sounding like "neck–ed," and made me want to crack up again, but I didn't and did my job, my face twitching the whole time. I made them "neked"! The best part was when Todd's pants and shorts came down and he was fully loaded. He looked down at it, "Hmmm. Squaw put in dog house and Indian not fuck in three moons, got fuckin' blue balls."

Steven had to turn his face into the door jamb and pressed his face into the wood, his stomach jiggling. I fell to my knees and pressed my head into the floor, biting my lips almost to bleeding. Jake just turned away, his shoulders shaking pretty well, but we all finally got control and I stripped off Jake. He was hard as a rock as well, but made no comment about it, thank God.

Then two pairs of very old and very small underwear came flying my way. I caught them, only I hadn't noticed at first, Jake had cut out the seats save the hems, sort of like a poor man's jock strap, "Put those on those two, damn Indians walkin' around, neked!!" and he put a hard syllable on that word again, giving us all the shakes again.

So I did. They were totally pathetic looking. But then it was my turn. I stripped off "neked!" and Steven tied off my wrists in back with the twine and I also had to put on a pair of the way too small stripped down undies. The strings all rode up into our groins and asscracks, but that didn't stop our erections, nope!

Well next, he lined us all up and started to put on face and body paint, mumbling the whole time, "I'll teach you buggers to come prancin' over the prairie like a bunch of European tourists all sexed up and lascivious and the like!" and then put streaks of just ugly colors on our faces and even marked up our naked butt-cheeks around the perimeters, and then painted little red targets on each of the centers of our butt-cheeks! Next, he painted our new Indian names on our chests.

"You first you ugly Indian you!" he said to me and then labeled me, "You … are Chief Kissingboy!"

Oh god Steve, that was so lame! I wanted something better then that, so I sulked at him silently. He looked at me and sighed, "Fine! … you heathens like your names, OK … let's see … how about Chief FucksTillDawn" I grinned! I was happy now!

Then Jake was next, "You … you are proud warrior, Running Barebottom!" Jake almost looked like he was going to complain, but he accepted it. I thought it was sexy! Then Todd, "Hmm … you youngin' you are Little PullsOnPud!" and Todd also looked to complain, especially probably about the "Little" part, but was a good sport and accepted it, but I knew we would be hearing about that later. Then Steve stood back, "Now! You heathens need to be taught a good lesson, outside all of ya!!"

Well, our backyard was pretty isolated, so there were no worries there, save that it had rained and was pretty muddy in places, but now I started to really get excited. I so wanted to be tied up to that old tree again, just like when Steven and I played so long ago. Well, I got my wish all right. Steven herded his captive savages out to the back yard. We were barefoot and bare chested and were wearing only our make-shift thongs, and yes, our dicks were waving like totem poles.

Steven did take us to "the tree," and lashed us with the thin twine, albeit loosely, to the tree trunk side by side and face in! So there we were, our bare red-targeted bottoms out! Well who didn't see this coming? Suddenly, Steven brought out some really cool (and painful looking) switches that he had made just in that hour he said he was studying! Yea, right bro!

"Oh no, Indian no like switch, make Indian feel strange!" I said, getting even more excited.

"You shut mouth Chief FucksTillDawn, you fault we got lost and in big mess!" said Running Barebottom. Steven gave Jake and I two good cuts each, yeouch!!

"You too shut your heathen traps and stop conspiring agin' me!" said our cowboy captor, then gave Todd two as well across his butt-cheeks.

"Ohhhh! That hurt Little PullsOnPud!" Todd winced.

"You shut mouth Little PullsOnPud or white man get angry and make Indian very sore!" I replied and was rewarded with another pair of painful cuts, Jake and Todd as well.

"You savages better quit yer jibber-jabber or I can do this till sundown!"

Well, needless to say, the switches had their way with our dicks and of course Steven saw this and throwing the switches aside, sauntered up to us, "What the hell is goin' on? You savages like them switches. Damn Indians!" Then Steven pointed the toy pistol at us and loosened the twine, "Now get on the ground right there! In that there muddy place. You're behavin' dirty, so you might as well be dirty, now do it!!"

We looked at each and just shrugged and down we went. You know, it wasn't that disgusting. It was cold and messy, but not that bad. Steven made us savages roll around until we were nearly covered head to toe. Todd's "thong" came off of him entirely and mine and Jake's were on the way. Steven really didn't care about them, so he said nothing.

"There. How do ya like that!? All messy and gritty and shit, hey Chief FucksTillDawn, so you think you're so big powerful and shit? How about you get fucked for a change huh? Or better yet to start. You do some suckin'. Yea! Maybe we'll even change yer name to Chief SucksOnKnees! Now get up on yer knees and suck on ol' PullsOnPud's little hard dinger there, now! And you Running Barebottom, you stand there next to PullsOnPud and rub your filthy dirty face into the youngin's face and kiss him, like you mean it! Shit! Filthy dirty savages!"

I'm not so sure it was all that sexy, but it sure was fun and yes, I was licking or sucking a little and spitting out dirt and grit from my mouth a lot, again and again and again and the looks on Todd's and Jake's faces was indescribable. Steven was roaring and having such a good time and I was really glad we were doing this. Jake and Tood were having fun with it too.

"This suck big time! You not know how to kiss like squaw!" Jake said dead-pan to Todd. There was this small pause and we all about lost it.

"Maybe if you invite me to Tee-pee after this all over, teach me Running Barebottom, maybe finally get some from squaw later!" Todd responded, and that did not help being sober Indians at all.

Well, Steven knew there would be no finality on mine or anyone's activities out there in the scummy mud, so he herded us all inside and ran us into the "bunkhouse" showers, "Now you three savages get clean and no messin' around if you know what's good fer ya!"

So naturally, we did mess around, petting, fondling, poking, pinching, giggling and having a good time in the shower all three of us, our dicks too. Predictably, Steven caught us "red-ass handed" and herded us out of the shower, made us dry each other off and then herded us into Dad's study. Well, there was only one thing that we could be in there for and it was pointing at us.

"You savages just don't know when to quit! Now line up over the edge of that there desk and take yer medicine! I'll be turnin' you brown-skinned ignernt idol-worshipping heathen into decent Christian folk real soon!"

We went over. I was a little nervous, but needn't have been. The paddle swats stung of course, as Steven went up and down the line and "spanked" us with Dad's paddle, but in all, for me anyway, it was a real turn-on to have my big brother kind of acknowledge that our sexual fantasies were harmless and even he could participate. Well, he ramped it up a little and we three were dancing about at the end, but that indeed was the end of Cowboy and Indians and I was well satisfied.

"Well, what do you think?" Steven grinned, putting Dad's paddle away.

"I think it was really cool, thanks Steven!" Todd warmly smiled with about as much sincerity as Jake or I had ever heard from him.

It was of course unanimous and I hugged Steven closely, "I sure do you love you, big brother."

"Back at ya big guy. Now, why don't you three eat lunch and have a good rest of the day. I really do need to study until supper."

We bade Steven adieu for the time being and then plotted the rest of the day as we headed into the kitchen. I was starving. Being an Indian chief was hard work and I had worked up an appetite!

* * * * * * * * * *

I did the dishes by myself and found Todd later in the family room by himself on the couch, kind of just sitting and thinking or at least it looked like that.

"Hey, where's Jakey?" I grinned, sitting next to him. Todd pointed out the sliding glass door. There was Jake, looking pensive, out in back of the old swing set, looking over the back fence. "Did he say if anything was wrong?" I asked.

"I kind of think he's worried or something about Monday back at school," Todd replied and I could easily empathize. I was a little unsettled about that as well.

"Are you Todd?" I asked and Todd's face fell a little.

"I love being around you guys, but I'm not sure RMMA is for me."

I sat back and felt like I should be stunned or at least a little surprised, but I wasn't. Somehow I thought Todd might be right. It was one thing to ask Jake and I to eke it out for a few months, graduate, then put RMMA behind us forever, and quite another to ask Todd to stuff himself back into first-year mode, then not have us around the next three long years.

"Look, why don't you have a chat with Dad when he comes in tomorrow? He's terrific with that sort of thing," I suggested.

Then Todd kind of surprised me. He smiled and then spontaneously hugged me, "Thank you for taking me into your family, Greg." I got an instant catch in my throat and then Todd stood up, "Maybe you better go find out if shit-for-brains is OK out there."

I nodded and walked towards the door, turned and Todd had already disappeared behind me. I slowly walked towards Jake and he heard me coming and turned around, "Hey Chief."

I smiled, "Hey Running Barebottom," I said, went up to him, patted his bottom and gave him a kiss on his forehead. "So like, you look like you're already at school," and then we sat side by side on the old small swing-set seats and started a gentle rocking motion back and forth together.

"I'm just worried about Todd and us and everything," Jake said, pushing an old acorn shell about with his foot in the dirt.

"Me too. I just talked to him. He's not sure he even wants to be at RMMA anymore." I filled Jake in.

"I don't blame him. We'll be fine for the term, then graduate, but I'd hate to do it again," Jake echoed my thoughts.

"I told him to talk to Dad."

"Yea, your Dad is great," Jake said.

Maybe it was just a simple oversight, but I was not taking chances, "Excuse me??!" I asked and even smacked him lightly on the face, "He's your Dad too."

Jake looked at me and a warm smile crossed his face, "Yea, thanks for the reminder, Greg. I guess I just have a hard time believing all that's happened."

Suddenly Todd came bounding up to us, "Hey guess what? Steve is taking me to see that new movie tonight after supper."

I grinned and looked at Jake, "Want to go?"

"No fucking way! It's him and I. You guys find your own shit to do, Running BareBottom and Chief WhatsHisNuts!" Todd grinned. He ran back into the house without waiting for a response, looking very happy.

I smiled warmly, "Steve did that on purpose so you and I can get it on tonight by ourselves before we go back to school," and I poked Jake in the arm.

Jake grinned ear to ear, "I'm a tellin' ya partner, yer gonna wish you were with them! I'm gonna roast ya good and poke yer better!"

I grinned ear to ear, I was certainly counting on it!

* * * * * * * * * *

We stood out by the front door of the house and bade good-bye to Todd and Steven and as they backed up from the drive-way and into the street, Todd was already punching Steve in the arm and Steve was already warning him to "cut it out!"

"How long do you give Steve?" Jake grinned.

"Oh, maybe half way there," I smiled.

Then suddenly my ear was on fire. Jake was pinching it, "Come with me, cadet, you are in for it tonight!"

"Yessir" I said softly, already getting hard as he guided me by my ear into the house, stopped, closed the front door and letting go of my ear, took my wrists and made me stand there, hands on head, and started to undress me, head to toe. Needless to say, his prior tease about me getting fucked in my own house in some "very embarrassing" places started to tickle my brain with the sexy possibilities.

But Jake was way ahead of me. "OK drop on your knees, get my dick out and start sucking!" and that was the beginning. I gave him head right there on my knees right at the base of the door, Jake still fully clothed, me in my birthday suit. How could I ever walk into my parents' house, coming in or going out and using that door ever again, without feeling very sheepish? And that was just the beginning!

Stop by stop, Jake lost one piece of clothing and I either had to do things like suck his dick, lick out his boyhole, French kiss him or suck on his nipples, him with one of his hands firmly gripped on my nutsack or a finger playing with my hole or both or spanking me hard with his hand or all three! And then we would move on, leaving a trail of his clothes until he was naked as well.

Then he took me up and down the hallway into the bathroom, then into our bedroom as well as onto the bare wooden hardwood hallway floor itself, me on my back and him on top of me, my wrists pinned above my head with one hand and his other pinching my nipples until I almost cried out. Then he turned me over onto my tummy and spanked my bottom, hard, with his hand, grinding my hard-on into the floor, then turned me back over and held my legs back and spanked me hard again like that.

On and on it went and we ended up in the kitchen. Now that was painful! Do you realize how many spanking toys there are in a kitchen, all the way from harmless looking spatulas to not so harmless wooden spoons? And he used them all, stroking my dick to keep me hard as if he needed to really do that.

He even sat me up on the electric stove, my tenderized buns on top of the cool black coils, then made me sit there and teased me by turning the power off and on! Wow, was that edgy or what!? At one point, thinking he was misjudging using the knobs, I launched myself off the stove, thinking he was leaving one on too long. He laughed his ass off at me. He had not left anything on of course, but tell that to my already red bare bottom!

Yes, we sullied Steven's room, but not Mom and Dad's. Even Jake thumbed his nose at that notion, but we did end up in Dad's study. OK, so I'd jacked off in there before when I was younger, and had my other nasty little fantasies about that room, just not about Dad; but once again, I had no secrets from Jakey. So this was it. I had been slapped, pinched, poked, prodded, sucked him, licked him and obeyed him. So when he held up both the paddle and the belt and said, "Choose the one to start," I knew I would be finished off, mostly likely (if I was lucky) getting my brains fucked out on my back or tummy on Dad's big desk. Did that gross me out? Hell no, and though Dad would never want to know, neither would he really mind if he did know.

This is when Jake cut loose and gave me a very hard "punitive" paddling, right there over the edge of Dad's desk, just like Dad had many times in the past. OK, it wasn't all that hard, but he made his point and I lost my boner, so it counted. But then he stood me up, got on his knees and sucked my dick back to hardness, rubbing my paddled cheeks and fingering my hole to the point I was ready to beg him to just bend me back over the desk edge and fuck me right then, but he wasn't finished.

Jake took me over and he sat in Dad's desk chair and made me go over his knee! Fuck! Talk about hot! Then he used the belt and just plastered me, again and again and he had to hold my wrists down in back as well as he just nailed my ass for real! God that hurt, but he knew just how much to give me, and would stop and rub and tease and keep me going.

So I guess by the time I was indeed on my back on my Dad's big desk, my ankles up on my boyfriend's shoulders, my head facing the door mind you, and looking up at Jake's eyes, him grinning down on me, I was ready, very ready to take him all the way inside of me. Oh how he fucked me, leaning over the top of me. We kissed and he pinched my nips and slapped my ass and thighs and just drilled the living FUCK out of me!

But we didn't finish it there in Dad's Study. We ended up spooning in our bedroom in our bed together, me comfortably on my side, his dick slowly this time, patiently working me again, in and out.

"So, this is it, kind of. When we get back to RMMA, all this good stuff is history," Jake said a bit forlornly from his advantage behind me.

"Hey man, don't say that. We'll find a way, OK? I promise!" I assured him, but was not so sure myself.

He seemed to feel reassured and started to finish himself off, peaking out and then filling me up. Then, he turned me to my back and sucked me dry, not once, not twice, but three beautiful times until at the end, neither of us could keep our eyes open.

We never heard Steve and Todd come back into the house and by the time Todd poked his head into our bedroom and quietly slipped into his make-shift bedding on the floor, Jake and I were tangled up on our bed, sleeping and dreaming about days to come.

© Copyright PJ Franklin February 10, 2013

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