Date: Sun, 25 Sep 2005 22:16:29 -0700 (PDT)
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Subject: Spankin High School Club Initiation - Chapter 1
Spankin High School Club Initiation - Chapter 1
by Dennis B.
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Spankin High School Club Initiation
by Dennis B.
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STUDENTS' NAMES AGES AND NICKNAMES
Kevin Chadworth, 16 (Chapped Lips, Chap Lips, Chappy)
Joshua Archer, 17 (Arrowboy)
Michael O'Reilly, 16 (Smiley)
Matt Bronner, 17 (Boner)
Anthony Chariosi, 17 (Spanker, Carry)
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CHAPTER 1
"Kevin, wait up!" my best friend Joshua said, running toward
me. The last bell rang, meaning it was the end of the school day.
"Mr. Archer, there is no running in the halls," our gym
teacher, Mr. Samson, said in that stupid voice they all use when
bossing us around. Teachers never went off duty, I supposed.
"As a senior you should know better."
"Sorry, Mr. Samson, I wasn't thinking," Josh said, looking
very humble as he stared at the gym teacher. Josh had been in
drama in his sophomore and junior years, and he could make himself
look pitiful in less than a second. He was good at voices, too.
"No sweat, Josh," Mr. Samson said quietly. He was close to
Joshua by this time--I think he wanted to keep it private.
"Thanks," Josh said, and turned toward me just as Mr. Samson
walked off.
"Damn, you got off easy," I said to Joshua.
"What can I say, Kev--when you got pull, you got pull."
"Okay, okay--don't remind me again, Josh. You're a Senior and
I'm just a Junior."
"Don't say 'JUST,' Chappy. You're a Junior--only one year to
your Senior year. Be proud of what you are. The Club don't want
just anybody joining. You gotta be one of the few, the proud, to
be an Impact member. You got that, Kevin?"
Officially--meaning as far as the school and other students
knew--our organization name was The Club. Only members and
initiates knew the real name--Impact. I was just an initiate, so
I was not allowed to know the meaning behind the name. And I was
sworn to secrecy--never to reveal the real name of the club, like
all other initiates and members.
"Yes, sir!" I said, jokingly using the Club's way of talking.
It wasn't required except during official club meetings and
certain special events. "What'd you want, anyway?"
"Well, good buddy," he said, putting his arm around my
shoulders, "my faithful friend, and almost member of Impact--"
Josh was laying it on, thick.
"Shit," I said quietly as we walked into the stairwell, "I can
see it coming, Josh."
"Hehe! Okay, Kev. I'm gonna fail trig and get kicked off the
soccer team if someone don't help me out here."
"Damn, Josh, I got that science project."
"I know, I know--you're a busy man, Kevin," Josh said in one
of his many voices, Columbo this time. "But hey! I'll make it
worth your while."
"Uh, huh," I said, sounding very doubtful. "Like how?"
"Tell you what, kid--when you need a favor, I'll be there to
save your balls," Josh said in his best Godfather voice. "Do we
understand each other, kid?" All members referred to an initiate
as 'kid' whenever they felt like it. It was a friendly thing.
"Okay. Shit, the test is tomorrow. I guess it'll have to be
tonight." Trig was a junior course, so I was taking it. Josh was
a senior, but he had to take trig this year because he repeated
one of his math classes somewhere along the line.
"Hey, really--thanks, Kev," he said, giving my butt a quick
pat--The Club's secret greeting. Done only in private supposedly,
but not always. "I owe ya one."
Sometimes the 'pat' wasn't so gentle. But nothing a healthy
red-blooded high-school guy couldn't handle. At least no one else
was in the stairwell, so I felt safe.
"Can I call it up now?"
"Hell, yeah. Anything for a potential Impact member."
"Why's our club greeting a pat on the butt?"
"Off limits, sorry. I can't tell you that till you make it to
Novice." Novice was the status the Club gave you when you were
successfully initiated. Not all initiates made it.
"Okay, Josh. I'll think of something later. We better get
going--the sooner the better. Grab your trig book," I said,
knowing how UN-academically inclined Josh was. He'd need a
reminder to take his book.
"I'm on my way," he said, taking off for his locker.
"Oh, yeah, your notebook too!" I shouted after him.
Josh turned around, spread his arms, "Notes?"
"Okay, okay. Grab some loose-leaf."
Josh was a senior, which meant he had a car. In a few minutes
he was driving me to my house. As I put the key in the front
door, I stopped, turned to Josh. Blushing, I said, "The kitchen
is a little messy."
"Don't worry, kid," Josh said using a voice I didn't
recognize.
"It's my job to clean it when I get home from school," I said
as we stepped into the kitchen.
"I see what you mean. Looks like five food fights."
"I gotta clean it up, right away or I'll forget."
"Not to worry, little man. I'm domesticated. I'll help you."
I had to smile when Josh called me 'little man.' I was about
three inches taller than his five foot, seven inch frame, even
though I was a year younger.
I was surprised how well we worked together--and that Josh was
good at kitchen duty. It all went quickly. Soon we went upstairs
to my room. Josh kept looking around.
"No one else home? Oh--that's right you got no brothers or
sisters."
"Yeah," I said. I didn't mind being an only child that much,
but it did get lonely sometimes. I got to do some cool things on
my own, and never had to share expensive delicate toys with
anyone. "Parents won't be home till seven. That gives us almost
four hours."
"We won't need all that time. I just need help with that
angle shit."
"Angle shit? That's the whole class, so far."
Thank God it was only November, so there wasn't a whole lot of
material to cover. Joshua knew I had the highest grades in trig.
"Yeah, well--you're a good teacher. It'll go quick."
"I can draw all the diagrams and explain it to you. I got
some stuff on the computer that should help, too. I better go get
us some cokes first. I'll be right back. Boot up the computer
while I'm gone."
"No problem, Kev."
I was quick getting the drinks, but spilled one on the
counter. It took very little time to clean it up, and in a few
minutes, I was back in my room. To my surprise, Josh had his book
open, and some paper ready to go. He even had a pencil in his
hand.
"Looks like you're all set. That's great."
"Okay, Kevin the math whiz, draw one of those angle things and
I'll show ya what I need from your fine mathematical brain."
I cracked up, and Josh along with me.
"Yes, sir. Right away!" I started making the diagram.
"Wait. Stop right there. Why'd you draw that line?"
"I have to make this line darker, otherwise you can't tell the
difference between . . . . "
After about an hour and a half, Joshua was doing well. I gave
him one last problem to do from the advanced section of the book.
"Oh, that's easy," he said. "Kev, you ain't bullshittin' me,
are ya? Are you sure this is one of the harder ones?"
"Yep."
Josh worked out the solution without a flaw. He even showed
all his steps.
"Damn! That's cool, Josh. Perfect!"
"Hey, when you're good, you're good, right kid?"
"Yep, I guess so. Refill on the coke?"
"Oh yeah!"
When I returned with the cokes, Josh was doing something at
the keyboard.
"What are you up to, now?" I asked.
"Getting' some good sex pics, dude. Look--bet you never seen
'em this good."
"Shit, no! Damn, those are great!"
"You ain't seen nothin' yet. Got a video on this site, gets
me hard every time."
I didn't say anything, but I felt my face heat up. It was
weird hearing Josh say that. I never heard him talk like that
before, other than the usual BS in the locker room. I gulped.
"Must be a good one, then," I said nervously.
"Here it goes--watch it. The two guys are gonna give it to
her good."
The two guys undressed while the girl sat on the couch looking
bored. I couldn't believe it when they played with each other,
but they got themselves hard, and my cock went up with theirs.
"Wow--two guys and a girl. Oughtta be good." I made myself
sound all calm and self-assured, but my insides shook.
"You bet your balls, kid."
"Just the one guy is doing her. What can the other guy do?"
"You wait!"
"Oh, God! Is he--is he gonna go in her, too?"
"You'll see."
The second guy, who looked about 18, shoved in right next to
the first guy's cock.
"Geez, that's hot!"
"Fuck, yeah!" Josh said. "Make your dick hard?"
"Um, yeah," I said, shocked he asked that, and tense as hell.
I took a sneak peek at Joshua's pants and saw he had as big a
tent as I did. I wanted to squeeze my cock so bad, but I didn't
dare with him right next to me.
Then Josh reached down and started squeezing his dick. I
didn't say anything, not even when he pushed his chair back from
the desk. Now, it was obvious he was boned up good, and playing
with his dick through his pants.
"I'm calling senior privilege," Josh said. "We're still all
alone, right?"
"Yeah," I said, wondering what privilege he was calling. Our
eyes were glued to the action on the screen. When one guy shoved
his dick in, the other one pulled out some. They kept shoving in
and out like that. Their cocks were rubbing against each other in
a way that really got to me--like I could feel it on my own cock.
Then Josh did the impossible. He unzipped, opened his pants,
and pulled out his bone.
"Yeah. This is more like it," he said, glancing at me long
enough to see my dick making a tent.
I started squeezing my cock through my pants, but I wanted to
do what Josh was doing. I was afraid to do that, yet I had to do
something before I came in my underwear.
"Um--do I have junior privileges?
"Fuck, yeah. We seen each other's cocks before in the shower
after soccer. Go for it."
"Shit, yours looks so big," I said, unzipping.
"Nope. We're the same size, Kev--I checked in the locker
room."
That really surprised me. Then again, I compared in the
locker room, too. I guess most guys did.
Sure enough, when I whipped it out, my hardon was about the
same size as Joshua's.
"Oh, shit! This is too hot," he said. "I'm gonna beat off.
You got tissues?"
"Yeah, sure. I'll get 'em." I was blown away. I knew Josh
was aggressive, but this was something else! I was really
blushing now and getting shaky, watching Josh jerk off. The
kleenex was on the other side of the room and my pants were down
around my ankles.
No way was I going to stand up right next to him and have my
hard dick waving around, so close to Josh. It just wouldn't be
right. So I bit the bullet, pulled my pants and briefs completely
off, and stood up to get the kleenex.
"Hey, Kevin--nice bone," he said, pressing my hardon down with
hit thumb and letting it pop up.
I think my heart went to overdrive. It felt so good to be
touched like that, but I didn't dare tell Josh. I couldn't
believe he did that.
I grabbed the kleenex off the table and when I turned to walk
back to the computer, Joshua was staring at me walking with my
boner bouncing. I knew I was red as a beet.
Then again, Josh had his dick in his hand, stroking it.
I sat down, and went to work, jacking my cock like crazy. I
was going twice as fast as Josh.
"Whoa, whoa, slow down, kid," Josh said. And he put his hand
on my wrist, stopping me from stroking.
"Huh?" I said stupidly, looking down at my cock with Josh's
hand inches away. For some reason I found that very sexual, and
my pre-cum started to flow.
"You're going too fast, kid. Look, you got pre-cum already.
Slow it down. Do it like this," he said.
And Josh pulled my hand away and wrapped his hand around my
dick--the first time anyone had touched me there. My body jumped.
Nothing ever felt that good.
"Holy shit!" I was waiting for him to take his hand off, now
that he was done showing me how slow he wanted me to jerk off.
This was really weird.
"Relax kid. I'll get you off good. Make you come right when
that younger dude does."
"Uh--um . . . s-sure." My heart never pounded so hard. My
body never vibrated like this before. My best friend was stroking
me off. I just stared at my stiff cock and his hand going at it.
In the meantime, with his free hand, Joshua was waving his
cock real slow. It put me an a trance. All I could do was watch
his bone. I hardly glanced at the screen.
Josh looked up at me and smiled. He looked at his hardon,
then back at me. "Hey, one hand can scratch the other," he said,
mangling the old adage. But I knew what he meant.
I gulped in a tangle of nerves, but I wanted to touch my best
friend's cock. And I did. When I squeezed it, Josh's pre-cum
flowed all at once. It felt so good to do that, I barely felt
what he was doing to my dick. His penis had me in a trance.
"It feels good to do this to your bone," I said, stroking Josh
with his pre-cum, watching him squirm. Then I squirmed, too,
suddenly feeling his hand working its magic on my cock.
"Same here. You got a nice pole, Kev."
"Uh, um . . . y-you, too," I said, gulping. He was telling me
I had a nice dick? Is that what guys say to each other? My world
turned upside-down. Somehow I couldn't picture any of the guys in
my gym class telling another one that his dick was nice.
"Yeah, I get tons of pre-cum. Hang on," Josh said, standing
suddenly. "I don't wanna get any cum on me. I'm gonna get
naked."
In about ten seconds I was seeing my best friend standing
totally undressed, two feet from me.
"Wow," I said, not thinking, admiring Joshua's fine body,
which looked really good with his dick fully hard, bouncing in
front of me. He had really great abs, perfect chest, nice muscled
legs and arms. I was making an ocean of a wet spot. I blushed
really bad. I never had seen anyone naked in the flesh before.
"No shame," he said. "When you got the bod, you got the bod,"
he said, looking down at himself and doing his usual flagrant
self-boasting.
"Y-yeah." Hearing that put me at ease a little.
"No sweat, dude. I bet I feel the same way when I get to see
you all naked an' shit. Besides, I ain't responsible for where my
cum goes, and I warn ya, it flies," he said, laughing it off.
I had been debating whether to strip, but now I had no choice.
Josh was expecting it.
"Yeah! That's a good bod. You're OK sexy, kid," Josh said.
"But your pre-cum's dried up a little. Here."
And I about died when he took some pre-cum from his cock and
smeared it on mine. Then he started stroking me again like it was
nothing.
"Oh, shit!" I said, all tight with the feelings in my dick.
I was stunned. I knew Josh had two brothers. Maybe he was
used to being naked with other guys around. I knew nothing about
having brothers except you wouldn't touch each other like we were.
"I know it feels good," he said, feeling me jump as he pumped
my boy-stick with his pre-cum. "And just to let you know--my
cock's gettin' cold over here."
"Oh . . . yeah." I started stroking Josh again.
All of a sudden, he sped up his strokes.
"Ahhhh!" I said. The burst of pleasure was almost too much.
"We're almost there. Stroke me fast, Kev! The kid on the
screen's gonna come any sec. I want all three of us to blow at
the same time. Just hold your cum for a sec, dude."
"Oh, fuck!" I didn't know what was happening, but I knew I
couldn't hold it for long."
"Ready?" he asked, squeezing my dick.
"Fuck, yes!"
"Shoot it!" He stroked me hard and fast now. I did the same
to him. Then the dam broke.
"OHHHHHH!"
"Ahhhhhh!"
"FUCK! YEAH!"
"Unnnnnnnnnnnnnghhhhh!"
Josh was right. He shot like a canon--on my chin, my lips,
chest, and lots of places on him, too. Mine shot almost as far,
but it was mostly on me.
As soon as we were done coming, Josh put an arm around my
chest and hugged me. I felt stupid not hugging him back, so I did
the same.
My face was red hot as we sat there looking at each other
while I wiped Joshua's cum from my face. I have to admit, when he
wasn't looking, I slipped my tongue over my lips and tasted his
boy juice. I thought it was sorta good. Was I weird, or what? I
hadn't even tasted my own. I kept cleaning myself up like
everything was cool--which it was, but I was falling apart.
"Shit!" Josh said, looking into my eyes and smiling, "You're a
hot fuck."
"That wasn't a fuck." I was not only nervous, but totally
confused, now.
"Felt as good as one to me," he said.
This was too much. I could hardly believe my ears.
"Um, yeah--it did," I said lamely. I had never fucked anyone,
but I wanted to agree with Josh for friendship's sake. And I
guess so I didn't have to admit that I was a virgin when it came
to sex.
There I was wiping jizz off my dick, and already I was
thinking about jerking off later and tasting my cum. And I kept
looking at Josh's hot bone.
I don't know why, but it made me horny seeing he was still
checking me out, too. Now I couldn't wait till he left so I could
jerk off again. I knew how to do that real good. Lots of
practice. But when it came to sex, I was still a virgin.
Except I'd just been with my best friend and we'd jerked each
other off with his boy juice on me for lube--it was his idea, too.
And I loved it. Holy shit!
Dennis B.
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Any comments would be great!
That's all I wrote so far. Sorry no initiation yet, but I thought
it would be a bad read for you if the first thing you read was an
initiation with no background or lead in. If you write, tell me
what things you liked, if you can. Anything you want to say,
really, is fine. I get ideas from email--I use them when I can.
And when you tell me you liked some particular thing, it let's me
know you're out there and makes me want to write more.
I'VE GOT ONE OTHER STORY POSTED:
My Son Drives Me Crazy - last post *APPROX.* Sept 9, 2005, Incest
Thanks,
Dennis
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