Date: Mon, 25 May 2015 19:16:48 +0000
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: Orchard Road Ch.1

If I had to stick this story in a category I guess it would read something
like this, Gay - Erotic - High School Romance. The story of two lovers and
their friends. Enjoy

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			       ORCHARD ROAD
				 Chapter 1

An unpretentious name for an unpretentious street. Walking down here and
looking at the neat front yards and late model cars, vans and SUVs in the
drives, you would never expect anything unusual or contentious happening
behind those closed doors. There was a smattering of military vehicles as
well, indicating that some personnel from the nearby army base lived here,
officers one would guess because they were all individually designed houses
for upper income people. Most of the people that lived here were two parent
families with the regulation two children and those predominantly in their
teens. There was a reasonable ethnic mix as well indicating little or no
racial tension.

Into this mix moved another army family. Only this one was not the
average. Dad and teenage son, no wife, no female members. Major Donald
McMahon a marine officer with the usual marine disciplinary standards. Max,
the son, was fifteen years old and subject to that discipline all of his
life, now a resentful youth, fed up to the eye teeth with being treated
like a soldier, and although he would never admit it, frustrated, because
there was no love or affection in his life and that was what he really
craved.

Carol McMahon had committed suicide some years ago taking to her grave a
secret that Donald had never let anyone of his acquaintances know. Donald
was a homosexual. He had done the proper thing for a marine officer and got
married, he had sired a son and then promptly never touched his wife
intimately again. A pretty little creature she had never been able to stand
up to Donald and when Max was nine had ended it all with a massive overdose
of sleeping tablets. That was the day affection escaped from Max's life.

They settled into the new house, Max into the new school and everything
appeared normal on the surface. But, inside the house Max was a very
unhappy bunny.
                                            ************************** Now
that he was fifteen he had grown into a very attractive male. That
attraction was felt by his father who never missed an opportunity to see
his son naked, or nearly so. Punishment, when it was deserved was always
carried out naked. Donald loved to sit behind his desk when he was going to
discipline Max, always prepared beforehand, making sure he was wearing a
jock strap to keep him held in tight so that his son would not see the
erection that he carried. The routine hadn't varied much since Max reached
puberty, except that now, instead of putting Max across his knees to spank
him, he now had him prostrated over his desk. No risk of his son feeling
the erection then.

Standard procedure, Max would be summoned to the study, stood to attention
in front of his father and the misdemeanour would be read out as though he
was stood in front of the base commander.

"You continue to misbehave and disappoint me. Have you anything to say?"

Max had got into the habit of never trying to defend his actions because it
didn't matter what he said he was always found guilty. Truth be told, most
of the time he was. So he said nothing and listened to the verdict.

"Punishment today will be ten with the paddle."

Pretty standard so Max would say nothing, but as he got older the next bit
made him tear up.

"Stand by the chair and strip."

He did, and hated it when he returned to his previous place and had to
watch his father scope out his whole body, spending more time than was
necessary looking at his groin. Then would come the comments. Max
remembered the last one, just a few weeks before they moved. This was for
his most common punishment, not keeping his room tidy. It always started
the same nowadays.

"Feet astride, hands behind your head."

The view was very pleasant for any boy lover. Max was a shower. Soft, his
uncut cock was a good five inches long. His body was well toned for a
fifteen year old heralding a muscular man if he maintained his present
fitness regimen. He had a neat patch of pubic hair, very little under his
arms and a little on his legs.

"Turn round boy."

That was a new one and Max wished he had eyes in the back of his head to
confirm what he guessed his father was looking at, and he would have been
correct. What his father was looking at was a cute little arse that made
Donald's hard cock even harder.

"Alright boy face me again."

"You still need to do something with your hair, it always looks messy."

Max had given up telling his father that the gelled slightly spiky look was
the fashion.

"Your body is shaping up well, Son, you just need to get your head sorted
and we will no longer need these sessions."

`Yes, in my dreams', was Max's thought.

 "Punishment position."

Max moved forward so that his feet were very close to his father's desk. He
spread his feet wide, blushing as always because he knew his anus was now
on show, or would be as soon as he bent over, which he did, and gripped the
edge of the desk pushing back to full stretch of his arms which he knew
accentuated the curve of his butt. His chest was flat on the desk, but his
head held up so that he could spout the usual mantra.

"One, may I have another please, Sir."

He would carry that on until he had received the correct number, usually
ten and then he would say the final one.

"Ten, Sir, thank you for pointing out the error of my ways."

His father would be stood in the punishment delivery place and Max would
turn to face him.

"You may dress now and I hope this will be the last time."

Max hoped so too. The punishment was never brutal and he was never bruised,
it was just monumentally embarrassing for him. Plus he was sure his father
was sexually aroused and that, to him, was creepy. He was so pleased that
punishment didn't get him an erection, he had heard of other boys who got a
hard on when their butt was beaten. He had looked down at his father's
groin at this last punishment and realised that his father had an erection
however carefully he had tried to hide it. The bulge came to his waist band
so when Max got back to his room he had measured himself from the base of
his cock to his waist and realised that was over 7 inches. Reality
therefore was probably that his father carried an 8 inch monster.

Max didn't think much about sex. He was a good sportsman, generally got on
with his classmates and expected to bed a girl sometime to lose his
virginity. He wasn't in any hurry, girls were still a bit of a pain the way
they tended to be clingy to boyfriends. Despite his father, Max was
generally a friendly individual and that was probably because he made his
friends feel good when they made him feel good.
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Father and son went together to school on Max's first day. Registration
carried out. His previous school stats handed over and Donald went off to
work. The school was close enough to home that Max was comfortable walking
this first day, but would use his bike in future. Of course his classmates
were curious about him as a new boy, but they were quite used to army brats
joining for a couple of years and then moving on to the father's next
appointment.

The most pleasant part of Max's first day was meeting a boy, like himself,
an army brat, this one even lived in the same road as Max, the same age but
black. Not a problem for Max, in fact the reverse because all the black
friends he had before were because they were like him, always in the gym or
on the sports field.

Carl Withers father was a captain so during the course of their first week
together as the friendship built quickly, Max laughingly told Carl that as
his father was only a captain and Max's was a major that he would have to
do as he was told. That was cause for a rough and tumble when Carl
retorted, "In your dreams."

"In that case I shall have to punish you for insubordination if you refuse
to obey an order."

Carl laughed and told Max the way it was.

"When your order is, `strip, so that I can give you a blowjob,' then I'll
definitely obey you."

Both boys were rolling with laughter as Max replied to that, mirroring
Carl's previous comment. "No, in your dreams."

The friendship blossomed and they spent most of their free time
together. Both houses had swimming pools so whichever one they were at they
swam a lot. Carl wore hip hugger swimming briefs which did little to hide
his substantial package. Max wore shorts which showed virtually nothing.

Donald frequently saw the boys at the pool and started spying on them. He
was almost drooling seeing Carl in his swim briefs. The boy was astounding
physically. His own son was well developed, but Carl already had a very
prominent six pack and reasonable abs. He was also slim and a very handsome
young man. Donald wanted to see both these boys naked and erect. He thought
he would be able to cum in his pants if he could watch them having sex,
without touching himself.

Carl's father was in the same unit as Donald and was an ambitious officer
so he had made it clear to his son that he was always to mind himself when
he was at Max's house.

"Max's father is my superior officer so always be respectful to him and
obey him the same as you would me. A good word from him won't hurt my next
promotion."

He had laughed then and Carl had given him a hug.

"Don't worry Dad, I'll be so good you'll be a general before you know it."

Some weeks later that comment came out in conversation at the officers mess
bar. Talking with his boss about the boys Desmond Withers asked if his son
was behaving himself at the Major's house.

"Yes. Des, I can see you've brought him up properly. I hope my son is the
same when he is at your house."

"Oh yes Sir, Max is very respectful. I told Carl he was to be as well
because you were my boss and could influence my next promotion. He told me
I would be a general then because he would always obey you without
question."

That was said in a humorous manner to fit the casualness of the occasion.

Donald's next move was to buy Max a set of swim briefs like Carl's.

"The boy looks so athletic in fitted swimwear as against those silly baggy
things you wear, Son, so I would like you to wear these."

Max was beginning to feel more and more uncomfortable with his father
sexualising everything, but he didn't know what he could do about it. What
he started to do was spend more time at Carl's than at his own home. That
action annoyed Donald and precipitated his next action.

"I would like to see you at least three days a week here and bring your
assignments to me to check on those nights and on the other nights I still
want to see them before you go to bed."

"Why, Dad?"

"Because I say so. I don't answer to you, you answer to me."

"I know that, but your order makes no sense so I would like to make sense
of it."

"First lesson from a commander to his troops, do it without hesitation and
without thinking about it."

"I'm not one of your fucking troops, Dad, I'm your son."

With that Max stormed out of the room.
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That comment gave Donald the first opening, he wanted to involve Carl in a
punishment session. The next time Carl was at the house with Max, Donald
summoned them to the study.

"My previous punishment routine with you doesn't appear to have borne
fruit. You swore and were insubordinate to me when we discussed your
movements. Now I am going to up the punishment regimen to emphasise my
displeasure.

"Carl, I would like you to remain here and witness punishment of your
friend."

"Max, understand, if you balk at anything during this session I will ground
you until the end of the school year. You will return here from school
every day and study until bed time. You will have no friends over, no TV,
no games. Do you understand that instruction?"

Hanging his head knowing that he was beaten, Max nodded his head.

"Very good, now get the punishment paddle. Carl, you can stand there."

Max noted that where his father had told Carl to stand would give him the
perfect position to see the paddle being delivered. When he came back with
the paddle he handed it to his father, who was now sat behind his desk, and
took up his usual position in front of the desk.

"You swore at me in the middle of a discussion so what punishment do you
think you should get today?"

Max was already embarrassed just thinking about being punished in front of
Carl. His thought was that his father wouldn't make him strip, but it would
still be humiliating.

"I don't know."

"Well Boy. It's time you shaped up and thought about consequences. You
effectively swore at me so if ten is the normal, what do you think this
deserves?"

Max knew he needed to answer so as not to annoy his father anymore.

"I guess twenty, Sir."

"I guess you are getting close. I will settle for 20 and add to them if I
need to. Now strip."

Max was shocked.

"Please Dad, not in front of Carl."

"Yes in front of Carl and if you aren't stripped in one minute I'll add
another ten to your punishment."

Max went to the usual chair and removed his clothes, returning to his
normal position and taking up his standard display position, blushing
almost scarlet with embarrassment. Donald stood up, walked round his desk
and took up a position on the opposite side of Max to his friend and
srtoked Max's cock before lifting his ball sac and then standing back a
little.

"He shows the physical development of a man, but he continues to behave
like a boy."

Carl could hardly believe what he had just witnessed, and Max was dumb
struck with shock that his father had touched his private parts, and it got
worse.

"Punishment position."

Max did as he was told crying with the humiliation. Donald then stroked his
bottom and slid a finger down the crack to worry the anus. Max and Carl
both gasped with shock.

Max took his 20 strokes of the paddle, a little harder than normal and with
double the number, the tears were of pain as well as humiliation and shame
at what his best friend had witnessed. He didn't stand and apologise to his
father, he just continued to lay over the desk sobbing.

"Go to your room now. I will send Carl to you with your clothes and cream
for your bottom."

Max slunk away and just fell onto his bed. When Carl came in he couldn't
look at him.

"I'm so sorry, Max. I had no idea that this was what I was going to be
asked to witness. I'm going to talk to my dad about this, I'm sure that was
illegal."

Max swung round to face his friend.

"No, you mustn't. No one else must know about this. He always punishes me
like that. It's just that he has never touched my private parts before and
never with witnesses."

Carl didn't want to let this go but for Max he would.

"Alright, but let me use this cream on your butt, it looks as though it is
going to be bruised."

Having Carl's soft hands rub the cream into his butt had Max as hard as he
could ever remember being.

"Mmm, that feels so good, I might ask dad to punish me again, just so that
you can do that afterwards."

Carl blushed, not that you could see it. He would like to do that again,
and more.

Max wouldn't turn over and Carl guessed why, so he did it. Before Max could
cover his erection Carl saw it.

"I guessed that was why you wouldn't turn over. I don't make this offer to
just anyone but to make you feel better I would be willing to get rid of
that for you."

Max looked at the embarrassed expression on Carl's face and very quietly
said, "Yes please."

The hand job was fantastic, how could it not be when the only hand that had
ever made you cum was your own?

"That was incredible Carl. Can I consider you as my best friend, with
benefits?"

Carl smiled a shy smile.

"I think I would like that. I would rather you ask for that as well and not
get punished so that you could get it."

Max didn't say anymore, he was in deep thought about the implications of
his friend's comment. After Carl had cleaned him up, Max stood up and
dressed.

"I guess we had better get our assignments done or we'll be in trouble at
school and that will get me more punishment."

Carl was upset at that.

"How often do you get punished then, Max?"

"Oh, not very often, and in all honesty I do deserve most of it. It is just
so embarrasing being punished naked."

Carl could understand that, he was never subjected to corporal punishment
clothed or naked and his father repected him as a person, not a child.

Dinner with his father that night was a very quiet affair. Max was full of
resentment at what his father had subjected him to.

"You think I was out of order having a witness for your punishment?"

"Yes, Sir."

"That is because you don't learn."

"And I suppose that justified you in touching my private places as well?"

"Yes, I can do anything I like with you and to you until you are eighteen."

"I doubt that."

With that comment all conversation ceased and immediately they had cleared
away, Max went to his room.
                                      ********************************* The
next day at school, Carl was looking very unsure of himself as Max greeted
him, and wouldn't look his friend in the eyes.

"What's wrong Bud?"

Max could see the tears in Carl's eyes and put his arm round his friend's
shoulder.

"What is it Carl? Is it something I've done?"

Carl shook his head.

"No, it's something I've done. I'm sorry I played with you yesterday. You
won't hate me for it will you?"

Max clicked then and sniggered.

"Are you kidding? You can come home with me every day and do that."

A look of surprise, followed by the reply.

"Do you mean that?"

Max squeezed Carl's shoulder as they walked towards their first class.

"Of course. No one else has ever made me cum. That was sensational."

Carl was so pleased.

"Oh good, I was worried that you might think I was a faggot for touching
you."

"I didn't, but it would be great if you were because I could get much more
than a hand job then."

Max had said that as a laugh not because he seriously believed it. Carl
blushed but said nothing. No more angst and the school day was great. They
were going to Carl's house that day so both boys were in a good
mood. Mrs. Withers always produced cookies and drinks for the boys before
they went swimming and then they did their assignments together before Max
went home. Carl felt more at ease with Max after clearing the air that
morning so he commented on the new swimwear.

"I think you wearing the same type of swimwear as me is really cool, Max,
and you look so good in it."

Max was too embarrassed to tell Carl that his father had bought it for him
so that it showed off his body and his junk better.

"Well I couldn't have you puting me completely to shame. You have such a
fantastic body I need to show my assets as well."

Carl was pleased with that comment.

"You have a fantastic body as well." Then he stopped because what he was
going to add was that it was very sexy, and that was probably going too
far.

The friendship continued to develop and despite both being army brats with
disjointed education, they had worked so well together that they made the
grade and were told they would be going to senior high the next
semester. They would both be sixteen during the summer holiday as well.

"I don't think I would have made it if it wasn't for you Carl. We have
worked well together. With any kind of luck we'll be here to graduate on
time and slide off to college without having to worry about our dad's next
posting."

"Yeah, my dad already knows he is going overseas next time, so I guess your
dad will be as well."

Max was disappointed that his father hadn't told him. `He never tells me
anything. I wonder if he treats his men like that,' was his thought.

Both boys wanted to get jobs for the summer but both father's vetoed
it. Carl wondered if they had talked together about it because what they
came up with was a joint work programme centred on the houses and gardens.

"You can work together. Two days a week at each house and we'll give you a
work programme. So that you don't think it is slave labour the Major and I
will be enhancing your normal allowance."

Carl was on such good terms with his dad he felt at ease making the comment
he did.

"Huh, I bet you and Major McMahon discussed trying to get away with slavery
for us for the summer."

That got him a serious tickling and a frown from Donald. He never rough
housed with Max.

The boys were happy with that. They would still be able to get in plenty of
pool time and be together every day the same as normal.

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The story is complete so I will be able to post a new chapter every couple
of days.