Date: Fri, 13 Feb 2009 08:48:58 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "I Saw Keith Getting Spanked, Part Two" by Jay Roberts

"Tell you what, you b-a-a-d boi, I think you should move from the desk and
lie across my legs."  I figured, I might as well get some jollies out of
this.  His lean belly over my bare legs ought to do that.  I was already
leaking from my cock head.

No argument from him.  His eyes were closed as he crossed the room and with
a long sweet sigh, he settled over my smooth legs, his own, impossibly long
legs extending out and his skinny, but size sixteen feet resting on the
carpet, toes down.  What a sight.  I held off beginning, I was enjoying his
trembling on me, his regular loud sighs.  This boi was a demon for
punishment.

I squeezed one slim muscular pear half.  Louder sighs.  I slapped it.  It
made a small sound from the weak slap.  I evened the score with it's
brother half.  He lifted his head and stared at me with half-lidded eyes.
"Don't be a girlie.  Those are not spanks.  Don't spare me, make me cry."

Holy shit.  I'm no CIA prisoner punisher.  By nature I'm a sweet loving
lad, but how can one person ignore this hot boi's pleading.  I lifted my
hand and left it fall hard on both cheeks, just at the ass hole area.  He
cried out, but not too hard.  Again.  Now he was repeating, "Ow, OW."

Finally I really wound up.  He began sobbing and his tears wear wetting my
legs.  I couldn't take anymore, even if he could.  I grabbed him around the
shoulders and moved him up to hug and cradle him in my arms.  He seemed to
like that, as he blubbered piteously.

But our boy wasn't zonked out.  The rascal opened my shirt and slipped it
off my smooth, boyish shoulders and found my reddish, erected nipple and
began suckling on it like a baby.  You can't imagine how electric shocks
traveled all over my body.  I began moaning like a fool.  He was humming as
he sucked.  What a duet.

By now I was so hard, it actually hurt.  It pleaded for relief.  I know
that I took my life in my hands, but I pushed him away from the nipple and
down until his face was at my crotch.  "Keith baby, I got a nice, warm
bottle for you to suck and get sweet milk."

To my absolute amazement, he opened my fly and extracted (with difficulty)
my stiff dick.  He wasted no time, his puffy, full red mouth kissed the
tip.  "so suck and get sweet milk."

To my absolute amazement, he opened my fly and extracted (with difficulty)
my stiff dick.  He wasted no time, his puffy, full red mouth kissed the
tip.  I was so grateful I rubbed his soft buzzed hair.  He liked that, I
could tell because he rubbed back at my hand like a happy dog.

I felt bold.  I felt in charge.  I felt I could give orders now.  "Suck
it!" I crowed.  In a moment he swallowed the whole rigid thing.  I wondered
if he had ever done this before. ( Later I found out that I was his first
boy/boy experience and he just lost his head to the moment because I had
just spanked him.)

Well, he may have been inexperienced, but that overheated mouth was driving
me into an orgasm.  I tensed all my muscles trying to hold back, but guys,
I am only a kid and have no staying power.  I called out to Keith, who at
this moment I loved more than life itself, "I'm going to shoot!"

He heard me, because he shook his head affirmatively.  I guess that meant
that he was prepared for the heaviest cum I had ever experienced.  It began
in my toes and shot up in waves into my thighs.  Those thighs began lifting
and thrusting on their own.  My mouth opened, my eyes rolled back, my
tongue hung out of my mouth as I began, in heavy pulsations to deliver the
milk to the baby.  He moaned in pleasure and drank all I had.  Finally I
was able to speak, "Baby, the bottle is empty.  You can stop."

He got off my lap.  His stood in his full lanky height in front of me, his
long penis curving up toward his belly.  He looked scrumptious.  I wasn't
sure if he was embarrassed, or pissed at me for making him do it, but to my
surprise, his mouth pushed out like a kiss and he said in a baby voice,
"Keith needs to pee pee."

I digested this news.  Does he want to know where the bathroom is?  Does he
want me to let him use the waste basket?  But then he let me know exactly
what he wanted.  "Take me to the toilet.  Hold my weenie while I piss."

Could I refuse this sweet request?  Would you?  Naw.  I put my arm around
his bony, but nice warm shoulders and steered him to the john.  He stood in
front of the toilet, his cock shaking and stiff.  There was no way he could
aim it down without breaking it.  I scratched my head.  Then I got an idea.
I got undressed, he was already.  "Get in the shower."

He nodded.  I am sure he understood exactly what I had in mind.  In a
moment, there we were, the two of us facing each other.  My cock was hard
again.  After all, don't be jealous, I'm a kid and I can go about six times
a day and usually do.

I took hold of his long cock.  He shivered in pleasure.  I could see yellow
drops at the little piss slip.  I spoke soothingly to him.  "Friend, Keith,
don't hold back.  I'm holding it.  Let your piss go."

He closed his eyes.  He shivered.  Goose flesh standing out on his lean
chest and he grunted.  Oh that grunt was so soulful, I almost spooged on
the spot.  Then he grunted again, deeper and louder and then a long spurt
of yellow urine escaped his dick.  I could feel the water going through.
Then he settled down for the long haul and his piss splashed noisily
against the metal sides of the shower enclosure.  It was a musical sound, a
lovely sound.  I looked at him.  He was smiling blissfully.  Now the spurts
slowed down to dribbles.  "Try to get more out," I crooned.  He nodded and
tried manfully, but the piss was over.

"That was good," he said and crossed the small space between us and kissed
me gratefully on the lips, his mouth hot and a little pushy.  I responded
by being more pushy, pushing my tongue into his mouth.  There we were, two
high schoolers, in a shower cubicle, making out like a boy and girl.  It
may have been strange, but it was so good and so rocked us, that when we
parted, both our chests were heaving, trying to get oxygen.

We went back to my bedroom and we dressed.

"I guess I better get home."  Then thinking again, he brightened.  "Say if
you have time tonight, I have special practice with the coach.  You wanta
cum?"

"Yeah," I said enthusiastically.  Coach Brown was no fat old coach.  He was
dreamy, late twenties, gorgeous of face and body.

End Part Two