Date: Sun, 03 Aug 2003 06:49:32 -0700
From: Gavin Tyler <datafile94116@hotmail.com>
Subject: The School Play

DISCLAIMER:  This story is a work of fiction.  All of the characters in this
story are imaginary.

PART ONE
     "I can't believe I got picked to be the captain!"  Ethan exclaimed as
he and his best friend were walking home from school.
     "Yeah ... and I'm the cabin boy."  Kyle murmured with much less
enthusiasm.
     "True, but you only have one major scene--a lot easier than all the
lines I have to memorize."
     "Some scene!  Is the teacher really going to have you tie me up and
whip me on stage?"
     "I guess.  Well, you do look better than me without your shirt ... I
mean with your tan and all."
     Kyle looked at Ethan and smiled wryly.  Both boys knew of their own gay
feelings, mostly towards each other, but they only suspected each other of
having similar feelings.  Juniors in high school, Ethan was a few months
older than Kyle and lived across the street.  The boys had spent a lot of
time together over the past few years.
     "I suppose," Kyle said.  "Compared to my California tan, you are pretty
pale.  You look like a mean ship's captain!"
     "Well, I'm just glad you'll be at the other end of the whip!"
     Kyle always took his shirt off as he walked home from school.  Ethan
never did.  This is why Kyle probably had the better tan.  The younger boy
lowered his head, bit his lower lip, and rubbed his hand over his bare chest
and stomach as the thought about the lashes of Ethan's whip slapping across
his smooth tender skin.
     "Don't worry," Ethan said.  "The scene calls for you to be tied facing
the ship's mast.  I'll be whipping your back.  It's just a play.  It won't
hurt."
     "But I'm supposed to act like it hurts."
     "Yeah, that's why the teacher said that all of us should practice our
parts at home."
     "We can practice at my house tonight.  My parents are going out."
     "Good idea, Kyle.  See you after dinner."

PART TWO
     At seven o'clock Kyle answered the door wearing only a pair of gym
shorts which was no surprise since Kyle never wore a shirt unless he had to.
Ethan never complained.  Kyle was tall for his age and broad-shouldered
and he still had that young-next-door-boy-look about him with his blond
hair, blue eyes, clear coppertone skin, and very slender stomach.  He was a
teenager in that always-hungry, fast-growing phase of life in which his
always-concave stomach with its innie belly-button had not yet caught up
with his tall height and broad shoulders.
     Ethan on the other hand was more buff and less tan and had a bit more
body hair than Kyle who was nearly hairless except for his head and pubic
area.  In fact, Kyle had only peach fuzz everywhere else on his body.  Ethan
walked into the living room holding the whip and when Kyle saw it, he wished
he had put on a pair of cut-offs instead of gym shorts to hide his now
growing bulge.
     "Let's practice out on the patio where you can tie me up to the
overhead lattice work." Kyle suggested.
     Ethan lifted his hand and traced his index finger down Kyle's front
from his chest to his belly button and said, "Looks like you're ready to go,
boy."
     "Yes, sir." Kyle responded, blushing slightly.
     Ethan liked the 'sir' and his penis began to stiffen as well.  He had
touched Kyle before many times, but not quite like this.  Before it had been
a simple pat on the back or a mock punch in the stomach.  Ethan and Kyle had
often play-wrestled, more in the past than recently, and of course Ethan
would always win, pinning Kyle every time.  The boys had had a agreement
that the loser would receive a pink-belly from the winner.  This may be why
Kyle had worked so hard on his tan--to try to hide all the pink-bellies he
was getting.  Ethan had always made a big thing out of it too, making Kyle
lie shirtless on his back on the floor with his arms and legs spread out in
all directions.  Ethan would place the palm of his hand on Kyle's quivering
stomach and then began slowly slapping the younger boy's belly, spacing out
the slaps in order to savor the moment, each slap growing harder and harder
until Ethan was satisfied with Kyle's whimpers and flinches.  Kyle's belly
was always reddish-pink for the next few hours.  Ethan had known early on
that he had had a crush on Kyle, but until today, he had never said anything
about it.
     That was then.  This is now.  And Ethan felt ready to move their
relationship to the next level.  Kyle had already rehearsed his lines and
set some rope out on the patio.  As Ethan followed his young friend outside,
he savored the sight of the boy's very slim waist--probably no more than 25
inches or so--and those tight butt cheeks.  Ethan could almost see the
dimples through Kyle's gym shorts.  Kyle led Ethan to the post that would
substitute for the ship's mast and turned around.  "Well, this is it." Kyle
said.
     "Yeah." Ethan whispered, not able quite yet to take his eyes off Kyle's
bare chest and stomach.  Finally, coming to his senses, he said, "Well,
let's start where the captain catches you."
     "Okay." Kyle said with a half smile, noticing Ethan's stare.
     Raising his voice, Ethan shouted, "Hey, cabin boy!  Do you know what
the punishment is for harboring a stowaway?"
     Kyle quickly got into his role, backing away from Ethan with a fearful
expression and said, "Y-Y-Y ... Yes, sir."
     "Well, speak up, boy.  What is it?"
     "40 lashes, sir." Kyle said dejectedly.
     "To the mast with you, boy!"
     "Please, sir, please!  Please don't whip me."
     "Enough, boy!"  Ethan suddenly grabbed hold of Kyle's bicep, forced him
over the the patio support post, and backed him into it.  Kyle didn't resist
very much.  In fact, his slight boner stiffened a bit more at Ethan's touch.
  Ethan took Kyle's wrists and crossed them in front of him and held them
together with one hand while picking up the rope with his other hand.  Tying
the younger boy's wrists securely together with one end of the rope, Ethan
tossed the other end over the patio lattice work, pulled down tight, and
tied it off.  Now Kyle could barely keep the heels of his feet on the ground
as his arms were stretched out straight above his head.  Ethan stepped back
to admire his prize.  With Kyle's chest puffed out a bit and his stomach
even more concave than it usually was, Ethan was reminded of the times he
had laid him sprawled out on the floor for a pink-belly.  But now, Kyle was
older and his muscles and curves had developed more and Kyle noticed, not
for the first time, but now more than ever, Ethan's hunger.  Kyle had a
sneaking suspicion that what was to follow next might not entirely be in the
script.
     But Ethan surprised his younger friend and said, "Turn around boy!"
exactly as the script called for.  Kyle slowly rose to his tippy toes and
pivoted around until he was facing the post.  Ethan felt warm and took off
his shirt revealing nicely toned muscles and 6-pack abs.  Yes, Kyle did have
the better tan, but Ethan had the more buff body.  It could be argued that
each boy was a "dish" in his own right!  Ethan let go of the lash end of the
whip while holding the handle firmly and drew it back.  Letting it fly
through the air with a SWOOSH, he slapped it against Kyle's bare back.  Even
though the whip was made of leather, the strap was very thin and it didn't
sting at all.  Kyle quickly got into his part and arched his head backwards
and cried out.  Ethan groaned under his breath and began to feel quite
horney!  Then, suddenly remembering his lines, he said, "Count them out loud
boy!"
     "One," Kyle whimpered.
     The lashes continued, one after the other, with Kyle jerking his lithe
frame this way and that, yelping like puppy dog, and counting each lash with
feigned exhaustion.  The younger boy played his part very well.  Finally the
40th lash smacked between Kyle's shoulder blades and he whimpered "40,"
letting himself hang from his wrists, his knees slightly bent.
     Ethan dropped the whip and approached Kyle from behind.  He squinted,
but couldn't discern even a light pinkish hue on Kyle's nicely tanned back.
No, if anything, the whipping tickled!  Kyle was still hanging limply with
his head tilted back, his eyes closed, and his mouth half-open as Ethan
placed the palms of his hands on his young friend's bare sides, now damp
with sweat.  Ethan couldn't hold back his feelings any longer and leaned
down and kissed Kyle on the hairline just above his forehead.  That part's
not in the script, Kyle thought to himself, but didn't complain at all.
Ethan's hands and nimble fingers worked their way around his young friend's
torso, under his moist armpits, lifting him slightly, and around to his
chest where he began exploring Kyle's nipples, aroused at how they grew hard
at his touch.  Ethan's pelvis and huge erection rocked gently into Kyle's
tight butt as he worked his hands down Kyle's front to his stomach, poking
his fingers in Kyle's belly button numerous times while rubbing his lips up
and down each of the boy's biceps.  Feeling Kyle flinch as their bodies
formed perfectly to each other touching everywhere from upper chest to lower
pelvis, Ethan though to himself, "Ahh ... a ticklish spot!"  Ethan continued
to take pleasure in poking Kyle's belly button and feeling his young friend
flinch against his own body.  Ethan worked his fingertips under Kyle's
waistband and it didn't take long until he felt the tip of Kyle's rock-hard
erection, already brimming with precum.
     Suddenly Ethan spun Kyle around and gazed into his young friend's eyes,
excited that Kyle was as turned on as he himself was.  With arms wrapped
around Kyle's bare torso, Ethan pulled him close, their bare chests pressing
into each other, and began rubbing his lips over Kyle's cheeks and across
his lips, eventually caressing the palms of his hands up Kyle's sides, up
his long sinuous arms, over the ropes tied around his wrists, and
interlocking his fingers with Kyle's.  Ethan and Kyle nibbled each other's
lips for a while, tenderly tasting each other's tongues, gently exploring
this wonderfully fascinating new experience of kissing.
     "Untie me." Ethan finally heard whispered in his ear after Kyle had
said it for the fifth time.  It took all of Ethan's willpower to redirect
his attention and untie his young friend.  Kyle lowered his arms and danced
his fingertips down Ethan's bare back, deep copper arms tightly hugging
around Ethan's clear smooth light honey-toned back, like cinnamon sticks in
cream tea!  No, this definitely was not in the script!  The boys opened
their mouths a little more as their palms caressed each other's backs and
buns, fingers kneading more and more passionately here and there, tongues
finally dancing in unison, pelvises rocking in rhythm with Ethan not doing
just a belly dance, but an entire torso dance alternately pressing Kyle's
shoulders and pelvis into the support post.  Ethan came first, soon followed
by Kyle, both boys moaning in delight at their lengthy orgasms.  Not a drop
of sperm could be seen on their shorts, their hard erections having long
since popped out like jack-in-the-boxes, their spurts strong and forceful,
their spunk was now being smeared together between their two navels and four
nipples.  The boys breathed heavily, their chins resting on the other's
shoulder, each boy feeling the pounding of the other's heart.
     Ethan and Kyle embraced and kissed some more before finally going
inside and taking a shower together, eventually ejaculating again in each
other's arms as they passionately kissed, feeling the hot water course all
over their naked bodies.