Date: Fri, 3 Jun 2016 14:26:18 +0000 (UTC) From: - - Subject: Caught Red Bottomed Always happy to hear from readers, and check out all my stories under Prolific Authors. Look for mike.99999 The door knocked, so my dad answered it. There was old man Hartman and his kid (who was like 5 years older than me) and he goes on this rant about how somebody was trespassing on his land and he figured this was the house to check. We lived close but not too close. "I bet it was your son," he says.My dad says, "Which one?"The old man doesn't know. "One or the other or both of them I bet!" His piece of land was well-known. It was a shortcut, so long as you don't get caught. There was a big pond if you wanted to take a swim or do some fishing, as long as you don't get caught. And there was this big old boxcar sitting there that you could climb up onto if you wanted to soak up some sun. Every fresh crop of young guys went there for something or other, and it drove the old man crazy. And for the past few years, everybody knew that if you were going to do some sunbathing, that you'd have an audience. The son, Todd, would be watching from his window, just staring. It kept some guys away but some didn't mind. On this day, the old man came home early from work, never happen usually, and he sees what his son is up to if there something worth watching. So he storms off in our direction. My dad's got me and my brother standing there to catch hell. The old man (not like he's 200 years old, not even that much older than our dad) is railing about how he's not trying to run a swim club or a tanning salon (I guess it's happened in the past). My dad asks if he saw for sure who it was, and he didn't, but he's looking us up and down. He says we look like we've been out in the sun, looking at our faces and arms. Of course, it's summertime. Dad says that's not much proof. "I bet if you had them over your knee you'd see that they been sprawled around my place naked as a jaybird!" Dad gets the idea. It's a tan-line test. And he's pretty strict anyway, so he calls my brother over and orders him over his lap. He yanks down his shorts (no underwear today, like every day, for him) in front of us all and plain as day there's a red line at his waist and a milky bottom, hadn't seen the sun in years probably. So he gets up and all eyes turn to me, not like I'm always in trouble though. I slowly step over and assume the position. I'm also just in those silky shorts like for soccer and today nothing underneath. I wonder what dad was guessing when he yanked 'em off. Anyway, the big reveal was there. Skin like clay head to toe. It was pretty obvious that I've been somewhere with nothing on for long enough, and everybody took it as proof enough. "Well, what're you waiting for?" yells the old man. "You got him all ready already." Dad doesn't need much more than that, and SMACK it comes. He's got a real sting when he does it just right. Normally, that one alone would've made me go bashful, but I was darker. After maybe four good but quick ones, I get stood up and feel it. Todd's enjoying the show I'm sure, and my brother's holding in a grin at my expense, but dad's mad and calls him over. "Why weren't you keeping an eye on him?" he asks. The older brother's duties are never done, even though he's only 14 months older. Still on his feet, down goes his shorts, and he's covering his crotch like it's never been seen, and he's over dad's knee and still smart enough to hold in his complaints about injustice. Then he's up and sliding his modesty on again, while the old man is crossing his arms like he's got something done finally. They agree that these two won't be the ones over there again any longer, and our guests take their leave. Me and my brother are sent to our room until asked for, and there's a chill in the air. He is pissed off at me like never before, as if it was my handprint on his ass. After a while, we get to discussing the situation. He says it's all my fault and I should know to stay away from that place and it ain't fair and I hardly got anything at all and not even any worse than he got for sitting at home and watching TV. I keep saying I'm sorry and I'll make it up to him and it's not gonna happen again. After our mature discussion, we agree that I need some more assurance. That was his old joke. It's hot as hell up in our room, so we both had our shirts off and now it's just him on my bed in his blue shorts, his sweaty pits running down to my sheets, and me in my red shorts but not for long. His orders are that I should take 'em off so they don't get in his way. I let 'em fall to the ground and cover my junk, stupid as that is with him having seen everything a thousand times and with it about to be draped over his leg anyway. I get over on him, and it's hard 'cause he's not as big as dad. But I'm not falling off, even though his shorts are pretty slippery under me, and he takes great pleasure in having me wait for it. Then he winds up and gives me the first one. I'm still a bit sore from before, but this one's a wallop. I guess he's been taking notes on form and plus he's a pitcher so his arm's ready for fastballs. I couldn't help but scream out, and he tells me to keep it quiet. With each slap, my butt jiggles and my body squirms. After five, I'm balanced on his knee instead of over his lap. He tells me to hold onto him, so I wrap my arm around his back. My hand's near his butt, so I'm just like holding it out, but still squeezing tight around my elbow. Smack, Smack, SmackSmack, Smack, SMACK, and then dad's finally up the steps after hearing me scream before. The door swings open, and he's poking his head into the room. My bare butt is staring him down, and my brother and me look over at him. "When you're done, go down and set the table," he says, and the door shuts. I feel a hand holding my butt, not slapping it off, and that's a little strange kind of a feeling. He positions me back up again so his golden arm doesn't get any undue strain. My balls are pinched between my leg and his leg, so I'm trying to arch my body to let them peel off and hang out of the way. "Hold still!" he says. Six more slaps before he's satisfied, and with out warning I'm teetered back off him and we hear one last smack. It's the sound of my hard dick slapping up against my belly. We both look down. Close as we are, we've never seen each other with a hardon. He's laughing right away. Mind you, it's nothing to laugh at. "Wait until everybody hears about this!" he laughs. I'm trying to figure out if he'd really squeal. After a minute, "come on, you're not going to tell anybody, right?" I'd gotten a semi over dad's lap before, and I wondered if it ever happened to him too. Finally he shrugs it off and says he's not going to tell nobody, but then he's like "take care of it and then we'll go set the table." I'm just standing there. He goes over and sits at his desk and starts to do some homework or something. I'm still just standing there in the middle of the room, pointing north. "Grab some magazines from under the bed if you need 'em," he says. I step over to my bed and lift the mattress up. Turns out he meant the magazines under his bed and didn't even know about mine. He comes over and investigates my hoard, asking if I got anything good. He splays my jerk-off stash across my bed and starts flipping through. One grabbed his eye, so he sits on my bed and thumbs through it. "Should I lock the door?" I ask."Dad's never walked in on you before?" is his answer. I shake my head no. I'm usually pretty private about private things. I get to thinking that I guess dad's walked in on him before though. I don't bother with the door, but I'm thinking about what if dad barges in again this time. He always shrugs off anything we're up to, so maybe this is no different. Anyway, I notice that his hand is doing a little rubbing. I'm wondering how we stack up hard. I'm wondering where this is going to go. Oh, by the way, the next day we go for a walk together and decide that we've got to get back at that Todd for causing the whole issue in the first place, so we head straight back where we're not supposed to go. We're up on that boxcar and laying out naked like Todd likes to watch until we're sure he's up there and staring down at us. Then my brother's got this plan. We start waving like there's some other guys down where Todd can't see, and we're yelling at nobody. It's my job to look up and see if Todd is looking over, and he is. So then we climb down, just holding our clothes, and I'm sure Todd's watching our butts wiggle, and we head in the direction of the pond. This is the skinnydipping place, and my brother said he's heard of guys catching Todd watching them here. We hide. We got dressed again. And we wait for Todd to come by. He does, and we made it look like we swam out to this island in the middle. The plan works, and Todd strips off and swims out, probably nothing new for him, and I guess he's thinking he'll hide out there and watch us. So right when he gets out there, we come out and take his clothes. He's swimming as fast as he can to us, yelling. When he gets back, he's looking all around for us but now we're hiding so we can watch him but he can't see us. It was funny as hell watching him rush back to the house in his birthday suit and wet, looked like a little chipmunk in the rain. And he didn't have no tan-lines either, by the way. So anyway, me and my brother are reviewing my library, and he's getting hard until finally he lets it come out the top of his shorts all the way instead of just peeking. I'm trying not to stare but he was before, and anyway they're practically identical so that's cool. He's looking at my favorite, and I just tell him it is. So he lays it out flat on the bed, and he's got this way that he likes to jerk off I find out where he's kneeling next to his bed like he's saying his prayers but he's yanking it. I kneel down next to him, and we're even like shoulder to shoulder, and neither of us can see our dicks but they're both down there together getting worked up. We settle on one great page and we're both getting close and struggling to breathe and tugging faster, and then I feel something wet on my hand. I didn't think I was cumming yet but I guess I was leaking a lot or maybe it was him, but anyway I start shooting and we're both jutting into the side of my bed and our hands, and then our bare hips bumped against each other too and I guess also our bare butts a little, like the sides. Later on, he told me that he thought he heard dad in the hallway but wasn't sure if he looked in on us. My sheet looked like the inside of a used Kleenex. He told me to wrap it up and put it right in the hamper. We tucked everything away and washed up together before dinner.