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Disciplines, a novel by RE Stinger ?2024 Part 1 - Chapters 8-15
Chapter 8: Marital Bliss
Aaron took the day off and when Jay woke up, he said, "Running off when I needed you most. You need discipline. Take off your pants."
Jay was rock-hard before Aaron had even finished talking. He lay over Aaron's lap and received a long, harsh pounding with the hairbrush, leaving his muscly 38-year-old ass black-and-blue.
Aaron said, "I assume you'll honor your responsibilities to me now."
Jay, in erotic defiance, responded, "What makes you think so, sir?" That sir reminded Aaron of Dylan's impudent tone during his first punishment.
He said, "Oh, I think you will when I've finished with your ass, insolent boy."
Aaron then laid the brush on Jay's bruised ass again with redoubled force for another ten minutes. Both men were sweating, their stiff dicks oozing precum profusely.
"In fact, now I think it's time for a real lesson. Fetch the strap!"
"Fetch it yourself," replied a mock-defiant Jay.
"You know that will cost you 120 lashes more than I was planning," Aaron said, smacking his now-swollen ass hard.
"I'd like to see you try," Jay spit.
"Bend over the dresser and take your punishment, and we'll see if you sing a different tune." He pushed Jay toward the dresser. Before bending over it, Jay opened the top drawer and handed Aaron a present.
"I have a new toy for you, sir. You may use it on my ass as well as the strap. I got it while I was in Seattle." It was a thick Scottish tawse.
"Thanks. Now prepare for punishment," said Aaron. He pushed Jay over the low dresser and started in on his bruised ass with the belt, not doubling it, so the edges would sting and create further bruises. He laid on with all the intensity his robust arms had in them.
The first crack was so forceful that one would think neighbors a block away had heard its impact. Jay yelled. More precum emerged from his stiff dick, and a purple welt appeared on his swollen ass.
Aaron counted, "One."
"You call that 'One'," Jay sneered. "You losing your touch after playing with the kiddies?!"
Aaron whacked him again, this time twenty strokes in rapid succession at full strength. Jay started to cry out hoarsely beginning with the tenth severe lash. By the twentieth, he was exhausted and apologized: "Sorry, sir. I'll watch my attitude." The welts were purple hills atop the mountains of his fully bruised, swollen, brush-blistered butt cheeks.
Aaron's retort: "Apology not accepted," as he swung the belt with all his might another fifty times. Jay's ass was now a sight to behold. Aaron wouldn't stop, and kept laying on until he had inflicted 120 lashes on Jay's ass cheeks. Jay's cries were continuous and he was close to a massive orgasm. Seeing that, Aaron warned him, "If you come without my permission, it'll be another 120. And you know how that feels after you've just come!"
"Then fuck me like an animal, sir."
Aaron, his stiff dick pulsating, said, "Alright, get on all fours and I'll treat you like the dog that you are." Jay obeyed and Aaron lubed up and was soon fucking Jay's swollen, welted ass fast and rough while slamming his butt cheeks with his hands.
Jay shouted with pleasure as they came together violently in a few minutes, collapsing on each other in a puddle of Jay's cum and Aaron's leaking from Jay's battered ass. They lay panting and holding each other tightly. They started to laugh.
"You should see your ass," said Aaron.
Jay replied, "I hope it looks the way it feels. That would make me hard all over again." In ten minutes, he was curious and went to the mirror to check. Just the sight of 120 thick welts over swollen, blistered, black-and-blue butt cheeks did make him hard again.
Handing the new tawse to Aaron, he said, "I haven't learned my lesson, not even close. You're gonna have to try teaching me again? if you can." Aaron was more than up to the task. The look of Jay's battered butt combined with that speech had hardened Aaron's dick again. He got up and took the tawse from Jay.
"First, let me whip you over my knee." He sat on the edge of the bed and Jay threw himself over Aaron's lap. "I think I'll spank your ass with the ruler for a while first and make you beg for the tawse." The metal ruler came out and Aaron applied it vigorously to Jay's ass which was so swollen it looked like he had pillows underneath it. Aaron whacked that ass with strength a hundred times. Jay was screaming in agony and pleasure, dark red bruises and welts just under the surface of his ass, his cock still diamond-hard.
"Please let me have the tawse, sir," Jay pleaded at length.
Aaron commanded, "Get on all fours so I can punish you properly."
The tawse was a vicious-looking heavy leather strap, the thick end divided in the middle for extra speed to cause more immediate pain. Aaron knelt on the bed next to Jay. Placing his left hand under Jay's chest and grabbing his right nipple, twisting it hard, Aaron spanked Jay with the tawse. Jay screamed but these were screams of painful pleasure. Jay took sixty strokes before collapsing on the bed.
Aaron wasn't finished with him though. "Stand up and bend over the edge of the bed, two pillows under your ass." Jay did as he was told. His ass, covered with welts and blisters, stuck out invitingly at Aaron who then spanked him with the tawse slowly and strong for fifteen minutes. Jay came again with tremendous force near the end of the spanking and Aaron shot his load into Jay's face, then making him lick up Aaron's cum and his own.
It was 12:30. They panted rapidly like animals after days of rutting and laughed at the incredible heat they had generated in each other.
"Wow!" they said simultaneously.
Aaron gushed, "Hey, Jay, what about that ass? It looks like you inflated it with an air pump and then decorated it."
"Shit," said Jay, "I gotta do something about that before Dylan gets home." He got into the shower and turned on the cold water. He soaped himself up and rinsed off all the sweat and then stood with his wildly swollen ass under the cold water. No longer aroused, he realized how intensely painful it was. He had been spanked--if that's even the word--with four tools, receiving roughly 300 strokes. To say that his ass was raw would be a preposterous minimization. He touched it, and found that it hurt like hell. He wasn't quite sure what to do. They had gone to this length before, but not for a while.
"Aaron, my ass is really swollen. How am I gonna get into my pants? Dylan will be home in a few hours." Aaron smirked and then got into the shower with his husband. He soaped up and rinsed off quickly, then examined the damage.
"Wow, that's intense. Did we ever go that far before? It's smoking hot, you know. Get on the bed. I'll rub some cooling stuff on your ass." He couldn't use the lotion he'd acquired for their son since it had anesthetic properties neither he nor Jay wanted; besides, Dylan had taken it to school in case of an emergency pain flare-up. So he had to be satisfied with cold cream, which helped, but swelling like that wouldn't go down for days, forget about hours. Also, Aaron's gentle rubbing of the cold cream by his hot hands made both Jay and Aaron hard again and they ended up fucking, for their third orgasm.
"We've got to stop meeting like this," said Aaron, panting and giggling. Jay joined his laughter but wondered if Dylan would notice that his ass was twice its normal size. The fierce three-hour spanking and fucking was hotter than when they'd first gotten together. It was like a second honeymoon.
Chapter 9: School Days
Dylan left the house that morning, taking his usual bus to school. Sitting on the bus was an interesting experience. Aaron had done everything to minimize his discomfort during the four days of spanking by every means possible: pillows, new positions, even a new cushioned toilet seat. Out in the real world, however, sore buttocks were not accommodated. While Dylan had told Aaron his butt was okay before leaving the house, he didn't take ordinary situations into account. When he got on the bus, the hard seat was immediately uncomfortable, so he stood, making the next passenger think him exceeding polite to offer her a seat. She thanked him for his courtesy. Maybe Dylan had learned one way of ingratiating himself with people, but that was certainly not his original intent.
When he arrived at school, it was even worse. Classes are conducted sitting and that was instantly uncomfortable. By the end of the first 50-minute period, it was painful. By the end of the second period, it was agonizing. By the end of the third period, it was excruciating. And unless Dylan wanted the reason to become known, he had to sit still. Perdition.
After the third period, he went to the boys' bathroom and applied the anesthetic lotion. That made it bearable until lunch, when he needed to reapply. It was also no pleasure to have a basically numb backside, but it was preferable to a burning one.
Eventually it got noticed. He'd been cheerful all day, finally at peace with being loved and having a real family that cared for him. But that didn't mitigate the consequences of the way it had come about. In the bathroom, he went into a stall at about 1:30 for his third lotioning, and someone noticed that what he saw under the closed stall door wasn't exactly normal. A voice called out: "Dylan?" Of all people, it was Richard Conrad.
Dylan wasn't quite certain what he should do. He had planned to apologize to Richard for his atrocious behavior and explain his situation, but this was hardly the time and certainly not the place where he wanted to do it. Nevertheless, fate had a sense of humor, and Dylan responded to Richard's query. "Yeah?" he asked wearily.
"What are you doing?" Richard asked him.
"Give me a minute and I'll explain," Dylan sighed.
He finished his third lotion application, pulled up his boxers and chinos and exited the stall. "Richard," he began, "first of all, I want to ask your forgiveness for everything I've done to you. If you can't forgive me, I'll understand, but please let me explain. You don't know anything about me except as a smart student and a bully. It's true that I have talent, but I'm not really a bully, despite my horrible behavior towards you.
"I lived in a foster home for years because I had abusive parents from whom I was rescued. That left me with a lot of anger and I was rejected by several families, always ending back at the home, where being gay was a definite liability. Yeah, I'm gay, like you. But I had to hide it in case the third family, who I live with now, also decided to send me back. I went overboard and faked being a homophobic bully.
"After Jackson found out what I was doing to you, he spanked me each time he discovered the next outrage, which hasn't happened here for a hundred years. I hid it from my foster parents, who, ironically, are a gay couple. While one of them was away, the other was working at home and got a call from Jackson who told him the whole story.
"My foster dad was so hurt and furious that he gave me five complementary spankings starting last Thursday. It's not something he even approves of, but I'd come to believe that pain meant love, and he figured it out. So anyway, my ass is still very sore, and I've been applying this pain-deadening stuff every few hours so I can get through the day. That's probably more than you wanted to know, but I needed to explain after everything, especially punching you for no reason. My dad says we're brothers because we're both gay: he's very old-school gay-liberation."
Richard was silent for a minute, trying to take it all in. Then he said, "You've got to be kidding me! All that because you were scared you'd be put back into the foster care system? We all heard about the paddling. I mean, this isn't a big school and that's really unusual. In fact, there were people listening at the door the last two times Jackson was spanking you. They couldn't believe it was happening or how long it went on and they heard you crying out. It must have been surreal."
"Yeah? Try multiplying that by eight, and that's what I got at home between Thursday and Sunday. So you see why I might still need to lotion. You'll also notice the loose pants, not my usual style. I'm trying to be cool about it, so please don't tell anyone."
"I know about two long paddlings and the shorter ones before that, but the rest is hard to believe. Since we're alone in here, would you show me your ass?"
"Avec plaisir," Dylan said, voice dripping with irony. He lowered his chinos and boxers.
Richard couldn't suppress a gasp at the battlefield he saw on Dylan's butt. "Shit, your dad did that?"
"Well, I kinda forced him into most of it. Anyway, now that you know, I hope you can forgive me."
Richard was a sweet kid. He instinctively hugged Dylan. "I think you got more than what you gave me by a lot. Yeah, I forgive you. So do you like getting spanked, or is that the wrong question?"
"It's complicated. Until Thursday, pain was the only way I could feel connected. I didn't trust my foster dads. To be honest, I made their lives miserable for a year and a half. But they persisted. The spankings of the last few days made me trust them, especially the one who did the spanking; the other one was away, as I said. Now I'm not sure if I like spanking on its own or if it was part of some psychological strangeness. I mean, before it got really painful, I did get kinda turned on during it. So I don't know."
"Weird, dude. But here's a strange thing. I always liked the idea of spanking another guy. I've never done it, but I have fantasies."
"You should meet my dad, Aaron. I think that's how he started out. He and my other dad don't talk about it, but I know they have a spanking thing as part of their sexual relationship and they've been together as long as either of us has been on this planet. Why don't you come home with me some time? They're really sweet and smart."
"I'd like that. My parents are boring liberal straight people. They know I'm gay and their liberal guilt has benefits for me." He smiled.
"Why don't you come over in a few days, or whenever my butt stops hurting, which I hope is soon. This lotioning every few periods so that I can sit in class has gotten old real fast. I have to get to my next class. I'll see you." For some reason, they hugged again, this time initiated by Dylan, and they felt a mutual desire to kiss briefly.
Chapter 10: Home again, home again
Dylan's Monday at school ended with either an impossibly sore or numb ass. He was glad to get home to a more controlled environment. When he opened the door, Aaron was there to greet him, looking very relaxed.
"Interesting," thought Dylan. Aaron was concerned about Dylan's butt. Dylan didn't want to make him feel guilty, especially because the full punishment was his idea when Aaron was devising all sorts of ways to back out following the first spanking. But he had to admit that today had been a lot tougher than he imagined. He also told Aaron that he'd made up with Richard and the interesting way it had occurred.
"You should invite him over as soon as you're comfortable with it," Aaron enthused.
"When do you think my ass will stop being a problem?" Dylan asked candidly.
Drawing on past experiences, Aaron answered with a certain confidence: "About a week. Maybe less. Do you have enough of that stuff to last?"
"I don't know," said Dylan. "I went through a lot of it today. I don't usually think of sitting as the main activity in school."
Aaron sprang into action. Knowing the name of the product, he called every pharmacy within driving distance, and came up with three that had good supplies. He told Dylan to go ice his ass, and he was out the door.
Jay came downstairs, also looking remarkably satisfied. "Okay, they'd obviously been 'enjoying each other's company' all day while I was at school. Good for them. Nice to live with a loving couple who still had sparks after so many years," Dylan thought.
Jay hugged him and said, "Welcome to the family, son!" They kissed each other's cheeks.
Then something odd happened. Aaron had suggested that Dylan ice down his ass, a very welcome idea. At least it was soothing without being numbing. When he went to the freezer to get the cold packs, Jay joined him and they reached in together. "Are you kidding me?" asked Dylan. Jay just shook his head, smiled, and took two of the four cold packs.
"Can we talk?" asked Dylan.
"Uh, sure," replied Jay, his face flushed.
"I kinda knew you guys used to have a spanking thing, but I didn't know you still did."
"Well, it took a back seat (as earlier, instantly regretting his choice of words) for a long time, and we eliminated it entirely when you joined us. But we were both so thrilled to see each other last night and Aaron was so relieved about you that the flame kinda got rekindled. So while you were at school, we went a little farther than we thought we would. I hope it doesn't freak you out, especially after all Aaron's worrying."
"Not at all. In fact, after this weekend's punishment spankings, I started to discover a few things about myself that? well, I think there's common ground between us other than 18th-century music. Oh, how did it go in Seattle?"
"Really well. Venice was an incredible place for music in the 17th and 18th centuries. People just think of Vivaldi, but that doesn't even begin to describe what was happening. It was fun to direct period string players who really didn't know the music as they should. And the Albinoni--if that's who actually wrote my concerto--went really well. I added wild ornamentation and cadenzas that kept the band on its toes. It was fun. Of course, it's back to teaching at Curtis tomorrow. I think I'm going to bring my own pillow to sit on."
"Seriously?"
"Let's just say that today's activities made your weekend look like a visit to the petting zoo." Jay smirked in a way remarkably similar to Aaron.
"I bet I have the most interesting dads in my school," thought Dylan.
"I'll start dinner soon," said Jay. "I think I'll do a Chinese stir fry."
As Jay walked back upstairs, Dylan thought, "Has he put on weight in his ass?" Then he realized, thinking, "Oh? Well, at least I've had a real pro whack my ass since Thursday afternoon." That brought him back to the question of Richard. "Never mind for the moment," he thought, and followed Jay upstairs, cold packs in hand for the same purpose."
Lying on his stomach, pants down with cold packs balanced on his ass (Dylan had figured out how to do this), he mused, "What would a sexual spanking be like, especially with a novice like Richard? After all, he's definitely cute; he looks like a younger version of Aaron but more my height. When my ass stops being a problem, should I be blunt and ask Aaron to give him some pointers? And I did come twice even during the punishment spankings. Hmm." Dylan became aware that just thinking about it had given him a sizable hard-on which he proceeded to rub against his top sheet until he shot his load.
Not long after that, Aaron returned, carrying a big bag from the pharmacy. Back downstairs, Dylan mused, "I guess he's not taking any chances. Or maybe some is for Jay." As Dylan would soon discover, he was wrong about the latter theory.
"Hi, Dad," he said, getting used to saying it. Aaron started to get emotional and Dylan realized it was still a tender spot for him. "What a mass of contradictions he is," Dylan thought. "So gentle and sensitive and yet a world-class spanker."
After blowing his nose, Aaron said, "I got three jars. I doubt anyone will need more than one or two, but I wanted to be prepared."
"My other dad and I had a little chat, partly about music, but mostly about? well, you know. It seems that we have a lot in common. You really gave it to him today, huh? I could see that as he walked up the stairs."
Aaron suddenly felt exposed. "Well, it was his idea to take it as far as we went. Then, exhaling, he said, "Who am I kidding? We're not ashamed. It was fantastic and showed us how much we still love each other in every way. Anyway, he got me a new implement that he wanted to try out. TMI?"
"After the last four days, not at all. I feel as though I belong here even more than yesterday," said Dylan, again starting Aaron's emotions going. There was no way around it: Aaron and he embraced like father and son. "While we're on the subject, I told you that I made up with Richard. You were out the door before I got to tell you that he has spanker fantasies. And since I seem to be headed in Jay's direction, I was thinking that maybe you could give him some pointers when he comes over."
"Sure. I assume his parents are straight and would think it was strange, but sure."
"That would be cool. I want to wait until I'm not sore but I'd like to give it a whirl. About a week, you said?"
"Yeah, I think so. But maybe less."
"Not to pry, but how long do you think Other Dad will take to get back to normal?"
"Well, it's a little different. He likes the after-effects, though this time, he might want to pamper himself for a little while."
"Yeah, he took two of the cold packs. Will he need the lotion?"
"No. He's experienced and the feeling is generally a? happy one for him. And, by the way, I did have the feeling that a few of our sessions these last few days--you know, near the beginning and at the end--were not exactly punishment for you. I was glad about that. So as long as Richard doesn't feel the need to share this stuff with his parents, I'd be happy to chat with him. You know how lucky he is. Virtually none of us had anyone they'd dare even mention it to when we were young--or even older, not even other gay guys. So thank you for starting the conversation."
"Well, really, it was you who did that, Dad." Dylan smiled and thought, "He's just going to have to get used to the title."
"If you really want to get technical, it was the principal's reaction to your craziness that started it," Aaron said, with his familiar little smirk.
Chapter 11: Principal Issues
Tuesday was better for Dylan. His ass was recovering and sitting wasn't as problematic. He only needed to lotion once that day. It seems that Aaron was being conservative when he'd estimated the time of recovery. Sure, Dylan's ass still had bruises and stripes where there had been painful welts, but these were far less trouble than they had been even the day before.
Dylan met Richard in the hall before lunch and told him that Aaron would be fine with discussing his interests, though Richard probably shouldn't talk to his parents about it. Surprisingly, Richard replied, "Don't underestimate my parents. They already know. When I came out to them, I was extremely blunt. That's the beauty of having super-liberal parents--especially nosy ones. They wanted to know everything. It's sweet, really, if a little kooky. And it made them feel free to share information about their own kinks that I probably didn't want to know. On the other hand, it is a bit of a 'like mother, like son' situation when it comes to what we're talking about. But no, I won't share what your dad tells me." With an adorable smile but, it seemed to Dylan, one tinged with wickedness, Richard added, "So when can I come over and start?"
Dylan thought about it. "Well, my butt is going to be sore for a few more days, though it's a lot better already, so practical experiments might have to wait, but you can come over to talk to Aaron any evening. Hey, why don't you come to dinner tomorrow? I can give them a heads-up, and my other dad, Jay, is an amazing chef."
"Sounds like a plan. Thanks!" said Richard.
"I'll text you," said Dylan.
Dylan's next port-of-call was Principal Jackson's office. He wanted to get everything squared away after the last few weeks. The office was guarded by Jackson's middle-aged, rather forbidding secretary. Putting on his most charming manner, Dylan her asked when he might schedule a brief meeting. Being the eyes that see all, Ms. Banner was only too happy to accommodate Dylan. "He's free at 3:00 this afternoon." She smirked a little: Dylan had been spanked in Jackson's office five times at that hour.
"What is it with all the adults in my life smirking?" Dylan pondered.
The rest of the day went well. He liked that his friends seemed less guarded around him, and he'd made some new ones. He practiced Bach's B-minor Partita (French Overture) on the piano after his last class ended at 2:30. Amazing piece, but hard to embellish. He was hoping to persuade Jay to order a harpsichord from a good maker. It wouldn't be much trouble: Jay had been thinking about it anyway, being a baroque oboist most of the time.
Three o'clock rolled around and Dylan found himself sitting (comfortably!) outside Jackson's office. The principal opened his door after Ms. Banner informed him who was waiting, and with a smile, perhaps a slightly wary one, Dylan thought, invited the boy into his inner sanctum. It was the first time since he'd been enrolled that the invitation was pleasant.
"So what's on your mind?" Jackson was really a very relaxed and friendly guy. Dylan supposed correctly that was the reason their more recent meetings had upset him as much as they did.
"Dr. Jackson, I just wanted to explain what was really going on that caused the mess over the last month or so."
"Thank you, Dylan. But first, I want to tell you how concerned I am about the effects of our last meetings. Are you sure you're okay? I think you know, but it bears repeating, that nothing like that has happened at this school during my tenure here, and from what I understand, for many generations before that. I was pretty worried about it all."
"You don't know the half of it," Dylan thought, and smiled innocently. "I'm fine, but I wanted to tell you what was going on in my life that brought me to you this past month. You've seen my record and know my history. I didn't trust anyone because of my past. I was convinced my dads would hand me back over to the foster care system since I was driving them crazy. I guess you don't know that I'm gay--no one did until Sunday, and because LGBT folks get treated badly by other residents at those homes, I had to invent a personality. I guess I got carried away. I apologized to Richard and told him the whole story. We're friends now."
"You have no idea what a relief that is. We didn't want to lose you, and in not too long, you'll be applying to colleges. I'm sure you'll get in wherever you want. Are you thinking about a conservatory? I heard your brilliant playing the other day."
"I'm not sure I'm ready for a conservatory yet, and I think I want a more rounded experience anyway. By the way, if you heard me on Friday, that was all improvisation. I like doing that."
"Really? I'm impressed. Whatever college you go to, you'll be a star. While you're still here, have you thought about giving a recital?"
"No, but I will. I'm really aiming to become a harpsichordist. One of my dads, you know, teaches at Curtis and is a baroque oboist. I'm going to try getting him to order an instrument."
"Well, I'm delighted." They shook hands and Jackson grasped his shoulders, saying again, "You're not feeling any ill effects from our? meeting on Thursday, I hope."
"Not at all; it wasn't that bad."
Dylan went home after that, feeling he'd closed the matter. He arrived before anyone else, and realized that he needed to ice his ass after all. "Yeah, it might take a few more days," he sighed.
His dads arrived at nearly the same moment and he hugged and kissed them both. Then he broached the subject of the harpsichord with Jay.
"Funny you should mention that. I already have a Flemish-style instrument on order from a recommended maker in Berkeley. It should be here in maybe six months. I need it for my work, and it's pretty obvious that's where you're headed musically."
Dylan was delighted.
Then he talked to Aaron and asked if it would be okay if Richard came to dinner tomorrow and got some advice from him.
"Of course. That would be great." But, echoing what Dylan had said earlier, "I don't think you're ready for any practical experimentation just yet." The smirk again.
Aaron was pretty surprised when Dylan told him Richard's parents shared similar pleasures. "Like mother, like son, he said." Now it was Dylan's moment to smirk--and then ice.
Chapter 12: Wednesday Whacks
It was now Wednesday. "How time flies when spanking puts you in touch with yourself!" thought Dylan, smiling and openly happy. His ass didn't seem to hurt at all. He snagged Richard in the library and whispered, "Hey, Richard, can you come to the boys' room and have a look at my ass?"
Richard almost burst into guffaws in the quiet space so they hurried out. After Richard had his spasm of laughter in the hall, they proceeded to the boys' room. A kid was just finishing up, washing his hands. He greeted them, obviously knowing about the past commotion between the two, and was pleased to see them together.
"We'd better do this in one of the stalls? though the lighting is better out here," said Dylan. "Should we risk it?"
"There's a little alcove near the window where no one would notice if they walked in. Let's do it there," Richard suggested.
"Oh, right. I never thought of that. But why would I? You don't usually go to the bathroom to show someone your ass."
It was a nice sunny day on March 27, so Richard's idea proved more than adequate. Dylan lowered his chinos and boxers. "I was able to take a warm shower last night, and didn't need any cold packs this morning, so I'm think I might have recovered."
Richard, very "professional" and smiling uncontrollably, knelt and looked carefully at Dylan's tasty round buttocks. It seemed Dylan was correct. There was no redness and only a few lines and bruises which had turned light brown. Richard squeezed them, asking, "Does that hurt?" One of the bruises was a tiny bit sensitive but that was it.
"Considering what I saw on Monday, you look great," said Richard, giving Dylan a light slap on his ass just before he pulled up his shorts and chinos. "Your dad really knows what he's doing. Can't wait to meet him--and your other dad, the renowned oboist Jay Kellner, of course."
"You probably should know that he's not only an amazing musician, but a very dedicated? spankee, if that's the word. We talked about it yesterday. That seems to be one of the things that holds their incredibly stable marriage together. Hell, they make me jealous."
"Why do I think Jay and my dad would have a lot to talk about?" said Richard, grinning from ear to ear. "And don't worry. I'm sure you'll find a guy who makes you happy," he continued, with confidence in his voice.
Both boys were hard as they had this discussion. Checking out the fronts of each other's pants, they started laughing in unison. At least, their amusement deflated them, allowing an unembarrassed exit from the boys' room.
In a short time, Dylan and Richard had become quite close, which was especially interesting given their prior history. Richard was just a month younger than Dylan and in the same grade. He was regarded as something of a genius in math and the sciences but he also loved music, not as a player but as a surprisingly well-informed listener. At 2:30, Dylan found a practice room to look at the Bach Partita and do some improvising, and he invited Richard to join him. Richard was blown away by Dylan's abilities. He repeated what Jackson had suggested the previous day, "You should give a concert. Everyone would come. They're really starting to like you a lot."
It was true. For one thing, Dylan was easy on the eyes, which was always a plus. And now that he'd dropped the mean, surly routine, people wanted to get to know him. Richard was a help as well. People liked him since he was funny, cute, and proudly out, so seeing their quickly blossoming friendship set everyone at ease.
Dylan continued to improvise. It was a three-voice fugue this time, a riff on a Bach theme, and Richard nearly lost his bladder control: he had never heard anything like it, though it was just noodling from Dylan's perspective. Richard couldn't help himself and when Dylan reached a cadence, he got a sexy kiss from Richard, his first romantic kiss. And in that vein, when he got up from the piano, he got his first two erotic butt whacks over his chinos. "This is going to be pretty nice," he thought.
Richard texted his mom that he was having dinner and spending the evening at Dylan's house. They'd do their homework together. "I'll explain everything when I get home," Richard wrote. She couldn't have been more surprised after everything they'd gone through.
Before they arrived at Dylan's house, Richard had been picking his brains about music and interpretive matters on the entire bus ride. Dylan was more than happy to spout off about these things even when no one wanted to hear about it; with an eager listener, he practically came in his pants. When they walked in the door, Dylan threw Richard against the wall and planted his first French kiss on him. Neither Aaron nor Jay were home, and they tongue-wrestled for half an hour, hugging and fondling like explorers, Richard whacking Dylan's now-willing butt many times. The precum spots were visible at the fronts of their trousers.
The dads again arrived together; they'd fortuitously caught the same train out of Philly.
"Guys, this is Richard. My dad Aaron and my dad Jay."
"Well, well," said Aaron. "I hardly need to say how much we've heard about you, in both regrettable and happy circumstances."
"Really glad to meet you. And Mr. Kellner, let me say how I've always loved your playing."
Smilingly widely, Jay shook Richard's hand with both of his, and said, "It's Jay, please. Thanks so much. I'm glad there are still people listening, especially young ones. I think it's our boy who will really take the music world by storm in a few years. I'm going to start dinner."
"Dylan told me about your incredible abilities as a chef as well," added Richard.
"I do all right. I've always liked to cook."
Dinner was an amazing Thai dish with chicken, basil, mushrooms, onions, all sorts of interesting vegetables in a spicy sauce. Jay really knew his stuff. The couple did a lot of the talking, telling Richard (and Dylan, who hadn't cared to listen for the past year and a half) about their history together, their education, how they came to their professions. By the end, Richard was practically ready to move in. He and Dylan played footsy under the table. They were hardly subtle and the dads smiled.
After a heavenly mango-based dessert, dishes were cleared away quickly by everyone together, and they went into the living room.
Richard was a little shy about starting the conversation he really wanted to have. Aaron saw his reluctance and jumped right in.
"So I'm told you've had an interest in spanking for some time."
Richard turned beet-red but answered, his teenage voice cracking a little, "Yes, I guess Dylan mentioned something."
Dylan, on the other hand, was grinning mischievously, savoring Richard's embarrassment.
"Well, this is certainly the right place for that discussion. Jay and I are old hands at it."
"I don't really know where to begin. Maybe I should ask, how did you both know you were into it?"
"That's a good starting point," answered Jay. "It turns out that we both realized our desires from the same thing: watching whipping and spanking scenes in movies on TV when we were kids. Eventually, that resolved into real spanking, though we're on opposite sides of it. And as we said at dinner, we met in grad school. The rest is history."
"But how did you get started doing something about it?" inquired Richard, now very interested and well past his initial embarrassment.
"We just sort of made it known among our gay friends and found people who wanted to play. Aaron had more luck than I did for a long time. It wasn't easy back then. Even now, gay men who aren't into it are uncomfortable with it. So many misconceptions. Of course, now there are on-line hook-up sites, and once you're of age--which you are not yet--those could be useful. But I think a stable relationship with a spanking component is what a lot of people want. We sure did, and it's one reason, among many, that we treasure each other so much. At your age, it could be tough to find guys to play with."
Richard and Dylan looked at each other and smiled. "Maybe not as tough as you think," said Dylan. "I see no reason to dance around it. Richard and I are already getting close and we'd like to experiment. Would you be willing to help us through it?"
Aaron smiled. "Dylan, I think you already have a pretty good idea. Just keep in mind that you need to go slowly and make sure that the joys are always shared. Take it from there. For technical advice, I'm always happy to help, but I don't think you need it yet."
Aaron and Jay had discussed all this last night when Dylan asked if he could bring Richard over, so Aaron was ready with: "Jay has a late rehearsal and I have to get a few supplies. It will take a couple of hours. Is it okay if we leave you boys alone?" Needless to say, it was all made up, but there was no way Richard could know, though Dylan saw through it instantly. Jay got his oboe case and the two walked out the door.
Once in the car and out of earshot, Aaron asked Jay, "What you want to do? We actually could go shopping for a few things, or go into Philly and see a film. There are a few that I've been interested in, like Ponyboi, which just came out." So the two drove off, leaving the boys to their own devices.
Rethinking their departure, Richard realized that they'd left for his and Dylan's benefit and said he got it. "What took you so long?" asked Dylan. The boys ran up to Dylan's room, giggling.
"Your dads are so cool. I wonder if my liberal straight parents would have been so accommodating," said Richard.
"You said I didn't give them enough credit the other day. Since they're also into this, maybe they'd be fine," replied Dylan.
"Come to think of it," said Richard, "I have heard rhythmic smacking sounds coming from their room and thought about it. I wonder if my mom gags my dad." He chuckled at the thought.
Once in the room, they a were little awkward, as first-timers usually are. But these boys really liked each other. They kissed a good deal, which was itself new and exciting. They hugged and explored each other with their hands. They were both good-looking boys and each appreciated the other. Richard mused to himself that he was a virgin to spanking but not to sex--although the latter pretty recently and not all that satisfying. Dylan thought, "I'm a virgin to sex--even love is pretty new, but not to spanking? well, not exactly."
So after lots of kissing and fondling, which of course led to two impressive erections inside their clothes, Richard said to Dylan, "You want to get over my lap?" Dylan was delighted but had to smile: "Now, where have I heard something like that before?" he thought.
With enthusiasm, he did as Richard asked, and Richard started to smack his clothed butt, gently at first, and soon, as Dylan wasn't complaining, harder. Dylan purred. His erect dick was also uncomfortably squeezing against his pants, so he reached in and adjusted it. Five minutes and about 100 modest whacks from Richard's teenage hand later, Richard undid Dylan's belt and pulled his trousers down to mid-thigh level. They were both ultra-aroused by this modest action.
Richard started smacking Dylan's beige plaid boxers with firmer slaps. Dylan was moaning. After five minutes and another 100 slaps or so, Richard said sotto voce, "You really have been bad and should get something more," pulling down Dylan's boxers to reveal that delicious round ass he'd seen in the boys' room earlier. He couldn't keep himself from hitting it harder, giving it an appealing blush. He stopped after maybe fifty whacks and kissed Dylan's warm ass, then licked it and bit it gently. He rubbed it and Dylan started to get worried about the advancing state of his own arousal.
"I have an idea," Dylan said. "Don't you think I deserve a harder spanking than this? I don't exactly know where my dads keep their stuff and I don't want to snoop in their room, but there's a pretty good ruler in my desk--actually two, one metal, and a thicker wooden one. Should I get them?"
Richard's dick got even harder. "Yeah, that would be good. I said you deserve a firmer spanking."
Dylan got up, his pants falling to his ankles. "Geez," thought Richard at the sight. Dylan got the rulers, climbing back over Richard's lap, his hard dick between Richard's thighs, Richard's rubbing against Dylan's side. Richard took the heavier, stiff wooden ruler and whacked Dylan, a faint red stripe appearing across the light pink ass cheeks. He then smacked it again and again, a little harder each time. It started to get pretty intense, multiple stripes embellishing Dylan's ass. He'd struck about fifty when Dylan said "Stop. Any more and I'll come."
Dylan kicked off his shoes, chinos, and boxers, quickly ripping off his T-shirt and socks. Richard stripped completely at the same time. Dylan lay on his tingling butt, his hard dick dripping profusely, while Richard, kneeling over him, engulfed Dylan's dick in his mouth, one hand caressing Dylan's sexy hot butt cheeks, while jacking off with the other. He straddled Dylan and took his beautiful dick all the way down, his lips sheathing his teeth (he'd learned a few things).
It took them all of ninety seconds to have the most pleasurable orgasms of their young lives simultaneously. Dylan was down Richard's throat so deeply that Richard didn't even feel the semen itself but only seven great pulsations with Dylan's thrusts, as Richard shot an admirable load onto Dylan's thigh and stomach. Dylan left his dick down Richard's throat, and it didn't get much less hard. He eventually removed it and the boys held each other as though their lives depended on it, kissing as though they'd invented it.
They lay in each other's arms, wrapped around each other until they got hard again and jacked each other off onto each other's' chests while kissing; it took a little longer this time: maybe four minutes. As they lay panting, stroking each other and kissing, Richard asked: "How's your ass?"
The very question made Dylan's dick start to rise again and he said, "Tingling, amazing. When can we do this again?"
Richard noted that, "Spring recess is coming up; we can spend it all here while your dads are at work"
"I doubt they'd mind even if they were home," said Dylan.
Richard asked, "How long have we been in here?"
Dylan checked his phone. It read 10:00. "About two hours. Aaron and Jay should be back soon. Wanna stay over?"
"Sure," Richard said without an instant's hesitation. He reached for his phone and called his mother to tell her that he was staying over. He didn't see the broad smile on her face nor on his dad's when she told him.
Aaron and Jay came back about a half-hour later. They had gone to see Ponyboi after all, and although it was riveting in spots, it was not exactly their sort of film. They entered quietly in case the boys were? engaged and maybe shy. Dylan heard them come in, however, and, pulling on his boxers, came out of his room to say, "Richard is staying over if that's okay. He already called his mom."
Aaron and Jay couldn't look at each other or they would have both started laughing, they were so delighted. "That's fine," Aaron said in the most controlled voice he could muster. After Dylan went back into his room, Aaron slapped Jay's butt and they covered their mouths as they cackled and ran upstairs to their room.
The boys didn't miss a thing. "I guess your dads are pretty pleased, huh?" said Richard.
Dylan's retort was, "I'd say that's an understatement." They laughed and began turning each other on again. They knew they had to sleep as they had school the next day, but were just so horny for each other that Richard taught Dylan one more trick. As they lay on their sides, kissing, Richard lubed up their stiff cocks and held them together with his hand, the sensitive fronts--frenums and heads--massaging each other. It was super-intense and the most mutual sexual experience imaginable, the sensitive parts of their dicks rubbing against each other while they kissed and watched each other's facial expressions. Richard rubbed them together slowly so they wouldn't come too fast. By the time they did, they were grasping each other even harder than they had and shook with pleasure as they soaked each other. That let them sleep in minutes.
At about 1am, Richard's eyes shot open and he shook Dylan, saying, "Shit. We forgot about our homework." They got out of bed and did it together, sitting at Dylan's desk naked. They did a great job in record time with each other's help; both were really smart. Afterwards, they giggled at the idea of mutual nude homework with semen drying on them. They finally got to sleep.
Chapter 13: Meet the Folks
The boys got up a little early to shower together. Dylan asked Richard to check his ass after last night. It was all clear. Dylan was thrilled that he could get spanked, even at reasonable strength, without having to worry about the next day. Even the thought made him hard, imagining the endless spankings Richard could give him. Richard got hard from examining, then squeezing and licking, Dylan's scrumptious butt. They behaved themselves though because they knew they didn't have a lot of time.
"So what do you like to eat in the morning?" Aaron asked Richard, smiling. This little accidental double-entendre had Richard chuckling in as dignified a way as he could. Dylan just rolled his eyes.
"Uh, maybe an English muffin with marmalade," Richard replied. It appeared in front of him a moment later. Dylan had the same.
Jay said, "I hope you boys had a good time last night," and they nearly choked on their English muffins.
"I'll tell you about it later," Dylan responded when he recovered. Again, Richard thought about moving in.
After Richard and Dylan had left, Aaron mused to Jay, "Do you think we maybe laid it on too thick?"
"Ya think?" responded Jay.
They guffawed. After eighteen months of tension with Dylan, nothing could be as sweet as this. They knew they had to leave soon too, but Aaron couldn't help bending his husband over one of the kitchen chairs and smacking him hard and fast about twenty times with a wooden spoon. "Just so you'll remember me today," Aaron chuckled, Jay's stinging ass making them both hard.
Jay responded, "When have I ever forgotten you?"
On the bus, Dylan mock-apologized for his incorrigible dads. "Are you kidding? said Richard. You live in paradise."
"But you should have seen us a week ago when I was still bitter, convinced they were going to send me back to foster care, and pretending to be a straight shithead. I stressed them out so much for over a year that I still feel really guilty. I'm amazed they didn't throw me out. I still can't believe how things worked out. And what's weird is that it was getting paddled by Jackson that finally brought it to a head."
"What do you mean?" asked Richard.
"I'd been hiding my insane behavior at school from my dads and deleting Aaron's voicemails from Jackson, until he happened to be home for the last call. I told you. But he showed me how much I was loved and I realized how I'd lucked out being with them. So, good things can definitely come from spanking."
"I'll make sure you remember that," Richard said, with a devilish smile. "Hey, wanna meet my parents?"
A little hesitantly, Dylan responded, "Sure, but aren't they going to hate me after everything I put all of you through?"
"No. I explained it and they know we? get along now."
The day at school was a little tough. The boys decided that they'd never be able to concentrate if they hung out together, so they met only at lunch. They didn't tell their friends about what was going on. Richard called his mom at work around noon and asked if Dylan could come over to meet them. She was delighted and said he should come for dinner and the evening. Dylan had mixed feelings about it because he knew he'd have to explain the whole damn thing again. But it was worth it to be with Richard.
"We'll get some alone time, I hope."
"Oh yeah, my room is the renovated basement so I'm apart from the rest of the house. You'll see."
Afternoon classes were about to begin, and they split up. Dylan said, "You know I can't leave until at least 3:30. I like to stay and practice," which he now thought was a little strange after things had changed so much, and there was a good piano at home. But he still liked the concentration of practicing in an empty room.
Richard, it turned out, lived pretty close to Dylan. His mother, Shirley, took off early to start dinner. She headed the accounts department of an investment firm in the city. While she wasn't nearly the brilliant chef that Jay was, she came up with stuffed cabbage, roasted mini potatoes and vegetables, ending with fruit sorbet. Like the previous evening, it was the adults who monopolized the conversation, talking about meeting, careers (Steve was an endodontist), and music, which piqued Dylan's interest. They didn't know until that moment that he was a gifted pianist, but they did know who his dad was.
It turned out they were operaphiles, so Dylan turned the conversation toward the passionate, psychological operas of Monteverdi and the later brilliant French works of Rameau. Richard's parents knew the standard rep by Mozart, Bellini, Donizetti, Verdi, and Puccini, but when Dylan sat at their piano and rattled of some Handel arias, Rameau airs, and excerpts he remembered from Monteverdi's L'Orfeo and Poppea, Shirley and Steve became interested in exploring that repertoire.
They were amazed that Dylan, whom they'd only known as the kid who'd terrorized their son, was so erudite and sweet. That was when he explained everything in detail yet again. After dinner, Richard said he wanted to show Dylan his "lair." They happily assented.
The lower level of the house hardly seemed like it had ever been a basement. With 7 3/4-foot ceilings and a comfortable layout accommodating Richard's numerous recordings, audio equipment, TV, as well as being a study and bedroom, it was a sprawling private space that any kid would envy.
Richard put on a recording of Dylan's dad. Dylan said that Jay used different ornaments for that Handel concerto these days.
They watched a classic film, The Old Dark House, and Richard explained that it was made a few years before censorship when the Hayes office had made Hollywood expunge any possible references to gay people or even to sex. James Whale, the courageous, brilliant, and out director, worked at Universal like an indie filmmaker and got whatever he wanted in the early 1930s. Dylan was transfixed by everything about the film. Of course, talking led to making out. It was about 9:00.
"I should go," said Dylan.
"Why? I'll tell my parents you're staying over."
Dylan could hardly conceal his excitement, and Shirley and Steve were fine with it. Dylan texted Aaron.
They made sure to get their homework out of the way before the fun began. By 10:00, the clothes had come off and Richard was spanking Dylan's bare ass with his hand. This went on longer than it had yesterday and both boys were really hot. Richard pulled out something he never used for its intended purpose but had just lain dormant in his drawer. It was a hard plastic brush, considerably smaller than Aaron's impressive oval wooden brush which was really like a heavy paddle. This one was about seven inches from end to end, the paddle area about four inches long, with a short handle. It was stiff, translucent brown. It didn't seem very threatening, but when Richard, with that wicked smile he affected, told Dylan that it would make him behave, Dylan found that this miniature brush made his already tingling pink ass sting a good deal more than he imagined. During the first round, Dylan got seventy-five hard whacks; he was wincing but very stimulated by the end.
He cautioned Richard that he was getting close, their skin in contact throughout the spanking, but Richard just said, "Go ahead. Come for me!" In a matter of seconds, Dylan did just that, hot spurts of semen all over Richard's leg. "How messy!" Richard said in mock prudery. "You'll just have to be punished," and proceeded to spank Dylan's now somewhat sore ass with his hand again, all the while kissing his upturned face. Dylan became stiff again in two minutes and in ten more minutes, Richard picked up the stinging little brush again and laid on another fifty swats. Dylan winced, his ass now red, and he moaned with pleasure.
He took Richard's dick in his mouth; Richard gave him pointers about how to do it right and how to suppress any gag reflex, which, interestingly, was not a problem for Dylan. Richard fucked his mouth until he shot a huge load that tasted not at all unpleasant, something like grapefruit juice, and Dylan swallowed it all.
Dylan's dick was now throbbing again and Richard, soon also hard again at the sight, said, "wanna try something else?" Dylan nodded enthusiastically. Richard got out a bottle of water-based lube and told Dylan to get off his lap and lie on his stomach, a pillow raising his ass. He cautioned that, "This may hurt at first. You have to relax your asshole. He told Dylan to pull it tight and then exhale while relaxing it. Parting Dylan's glorious red cheeks, Richard saw that Dylan got the idea. He lubed his dick and Dylan's hole generously and slowly pushed the tip of his dick into Dylan's ass. Dylan had never felt anything like this. Richard went a half inch farther and Dylan yelled, so Richard withdrew. But five seconds later, Dylan's sphincter relaxed and Richard tried again, this time with success. He slowly worked his way in and Dylan began to feel really good.
Richard started rubbing his dick in and out slowly and Dylan became aware of what he knew was his prostate. Richard, all the while, squeezed and slapped Dylan's red ass, amply punished by the flat side of the little brush. Dylan didn't know which sensation felt more intense. Richard increased the speed of his thrusts and Dylan started to vocalize a pleasure that he didn't even know was possible. Richard never sped up too much because he wanted this to last for both of them. He lifted Dylan's mid-section and began stroking Dylan's stiffness slowly up and down its full length. The speed hardly mattered because in six minutes, Dylan said, hoarsely and low, "I'm gonna come soon." Richard picked up the pace of his thrusts and they came at the same time. Dylan was so overwhelmed by this unimagined joy that tears came to his eyes as he turned over and entwined himself around every inch of Richard's body with such force that they could hardly breathe.
Dylan realized that his ass didn't just tingle; the spanking had made it hurt this time, not too badly, but it was so sexy that Dylan, who had already come twice in under an hour, remained hard. He just wondered how his red ass would feel tomorrow. After all, Richard was a new spanker. He reached back to check: it was definitely sore. It was already 11:45. Dylan went to the bathroom first to expel Richard's juices, and then the boys showered together. Dylan insisted on slightly cooler water, telling Richard that his ass was a little sensitive. Of course, that gave Richard the fastest boner he'd ever gotten and he swung Dylan around, kissing and licking that irresistible hot red ass for some time before they soaped up and rinsed off.
Richard had a bunch of new toothbrushes (no surprise as his dad was in a specialized area of dentistry) so they brushed their teeth together, kissing with mouths full of minty suds, and giggled.
They slept nude, spooning in different configurations all night. Richard fell asleep almost immediately. It took Dylan a little longer and he thought he heard a quiet rhythmic ticking sound coming from a few floors above. Then he realized what it was. He smirked (had he picked it up from Aaron? he mused), wondering if the thought of their son and his boyfriend (was that an appropriate term yet?) downstairs had turned them on to similar activities. They slept well, but Dylan had a dream just before he emerged from sleep: he was bent over a table or trestle or something, and Richard was laying into his ass with Aaron's big belt; in the dream, he turned around to see a great many dark red, swollen, bleeding welts. When he awoke with a start, he realized that it had been a wet dream, and he cleaned off Richard's back with a tissue. He checked his ass. Not a trace. He was elated and wondered how far they could go and still be okay the next day.
Chapter 14: Dads & Detours
With Dylan spending the night at Richard's house, it got a little wild in Aaron and Jay's bedroom, maybe not quite as fiery as the past Monday but pretty scorching. They took this one slower, starting with Aaron's hand for a long time, reddening Jay's not entirely recovered ass considerably. The stinging wooden ruler was next, followed by the brush, a very long belting, and tawsing. Jay's ass was quite bruised and raw again, and he was so aroused that he had to control himself when Aaron fucked him deep, long, and hard. He only managed to avoid shooting his load too soon because Aaron held his hands firmly behind his back. His self-control was not made any easier, as Aaron's deep fuck was accompanied by hard whacks of the tawse on the most raw areas of his ass. Their orgasms were monumental.
They lay panting in each other's arms, and intended to keep going when Aaron brought up fatherhood. "Should I call the foster home and our lawyer tomorrow and see about legally adopting Dylan?"
"Do it!" replied Jay. They kissed for a long time and, seeing Jay was hard again, Aaron sucked him off slowly and sensually while whacking his red butt very hard. Jay expressed his gratitude with a copious cum load of eight hard spurts down his husband's throat. Then they slept.
The next morning, Aaron called his firm and said he'd be a few hours late. Then he called Dylan's former place of residence. The administrator was very cheerful and said that after they had fostered a boy for nearly two years who, he candidly admitted, was one of the most difficult they'd ever encountered, adoption should be easy. Aaron called his lawyer, Dave Shapiro, and asked what to do next. The papers were PDF'd to him in minutes. "This will be one happy spanking household," Aaron thought.
When the boys got up, Dylan noticed a menorah on one of the shelves, recognizing it from home. He asked Richard if it was for decoration. Richard, a little confused, responded, "Huh? What do you mean?" Dylan said he only knew it from living with Aaron and Jay. Richard laughed. "You didn't know we were Jewish too? Please, why do you think my mom's the dom?! 'Conrad' was the name my great-grandparents took when they tried to assimilate--always pointless, but their Lithuanian name was sort of unpronounceable. My mom's last name was Rosen. Did you think the stuffed cabbage was some sort of novelty?"
Dylan told him about his idea of learning about his dads' cultural roots and getting bar-mitzvah'd, even over three years late. "I think I can help there," Richard replied. "My parents aren't believers but they're associated with a Reconstructionist temple." The boys were getting closer by the minute.
Dylan was on fire at school that day, with nuanced answers in both history and English that floored his teachers. Practicing also went really well; he had figured out how to embellish the Bach without getting in the way too much, and knew it from memory, cold. So he thought he might give that recital after all. He didn't see much of Richard, but both boys found themselves distracted at times, thinking about last night. They saw each other and embraced near the end of the day, just before Dylan started practicing.
Dylan, however reluctantly, thought he should go home and spend time with the dads. Richard thought that was a good idea, and it would also give him a chance to bring his ever-inquisitive parents up to speed and ask about the Jewish stuff for Dylan. "Oh, by the way, I fell asleep after you last night, and faintly heard your parents going at it just like us," Dylan grinned.
"Told you," said Richard, prosaically.
When Dylan got home, and his dads arrived, they were so excited that Dylan didn't know what was happening.
"Dylan, you said you wanted to be our real son. So we contacted our lawyer and set the paperwork in motion. It shouldn't take too long," Aaron effervesced. Dylan was as thrilled as his dads. They hugged and kissed, practically dancing.
"What did I do to deserve so much?" Dylan said. He was tearing up now, Of course, that prompted Aaron to do the same, not that he ever needed any prompting.
When they had calmed down a bit, Dylan said, "Last night at Richard's, I noticed he had a menorah on his shelf. Turns out they're Jewish too. His great-grandparents just changed their unpronounceable Slavic name, and his mom's maiden name was Rosen. I don't want to be the odd boy out, so remember what I said about wanting to become Jewish and get bar-mitvah'd? Even though they're atheists like you, Richard's parents belong to a Reconstructionist temple and they'll inquire for me about the possibility. I'm hoping we can do it."
"You know," Aaron said, "it's traditional for rabbis to refuse converts three times. But with two Jewish dads, I think maybe they'll only refuse once before welcoming you to study. I have some books you should read, though I think you already know a lot about Jewish culture. And back to everyone's favorite topic, how was last night?"
Dylan couldn't help blushing a little when he said, "Richard's a natural. In fact, it was getting pretty heavy, even a little painful, though unbelievably hot, and this morning there was no trace. We had sex too. Now I know what people are talking about. Holy shit!"
Jay just had to smile and he couldn't seem to stop.
"And, oh yeah, Richard's parents, even though they're straight, are also into this, like Richard said. Before I fell asleep, I heard some of the same noises we were making coming from their room."
"I hope none of you were embarrassed," Aaron offered.
"No. Richard's room is what must have been a renovated basement. It's a totally cool place and separated by two floors from his parents' room."
"If you could hear them at that distance, they must really be into it."
Aaron then thought about a potential problem with privacy in this house since they didn't have the luxury of distance between their rooms. He said to Jay, "Maybe we should think about renovating the lowest level now that Dylan's growing up. God, what are the chances of two Jewish spanking households getting together? It's definitely time to invite Richard's parents over. What are their names?" he asked Dylan.
"Shirley and Steve. And that would be great except that you four will take over the conversation and start making innuendos about us. To change the subject again, everyone is getting on my case about giving a recital at school, so Jay, will you help me out? I'd love to stick with 18th-century music, but it's still a modern piano, so I have to play some things that were written specifically for it. Since you teach modern oboe, can we work on that together with my teacher?"
"More than a pleasure. And thank you for asking, maestro."
Following all those detours, Aaron said, "Dylan, we should look at the paperwork my lawyer, Dave, sent over."
Chapter 15: Very Good Friday
Spring recess began tomorrow: Saturday, March 30, followed by eight days. The two Christian holy days on Thursday and Friday were not officially part of the break, but observant kids and staff were permitted to take them off as well. That included neither Dylan nor Richard, of course. The school had been somewhat less populated today.
Aaron's questions would become very real, very soon. The boys needed privacy, and unless they could spend every night at Richard's parents' house, there had to be some strategy until the basement could be turned into a comfortable living space. He had to talk to Dylan about it. After filling out the paperwork concerning Dylan's official adoption, which promised to be easy, Aaron and Dylan started the discussion.
"So, Richard has a great private space, and it seems like you two are really getting on together. Obviously, we don't have the luxury of a finished basement, and we'd all like to have comfortable privacy--even though we all seem to be doing pretty much the same things. How is that going to work? Clearly, you and Richard are going to want to spend a lot of time together during the break."
"Yeah, that was on my mind too, and I'm not sure what do. For now, how about this: Shirley and Steve are fine with Richard and me being together at their place, but why don't we invite them to dinner tomorrow? They can get to know you and Jay, and you can figure it out. If they're not cool with me being at their house for the next week, the four of us have to come up with something."
"It's a start. Everyone needs to be up-front about the situation. We'll work something out. Why don't I call them now with the invitation? What's their number?"
Dylan didn't have it; he only had Richard's cell number. So he texted Richard with the details and immediately got his parents' landline and cell numbers in a return text.
"Dad," said Dylan (hoping Aaron was getting used to that title already), "how do you know when you like someone more than just infatuation or sexually?"
Aaron replied with a question, "Isn't it a little soon to be thinking about that?"
"Jay said that it's hard to find someone compatible the way you two are. And it looks like Richard and I are covering a lot of the same ground. He and his parents are even helping to get me connected with the Jewish community. I know this is all new to me, but it really feels right."
"I know, and it looks like that to me too. But try not to get ahead of yourself, and for a while, take it as it comes--no double entendre, I promise. In the meantime, the privacy issue seems to be on the front burner."
Dylan gave Aaron the Conrads' numbers and he called.
Shirley had just gotten home. "Hello?"
"Hi, this is Aaron Weitz, Dylan's dad. We were wondering if you and Steve would like to come to dinner tomorrow. It's the first day of our boys' Spring recess and there are a few things I think we should talk about. Anyway, we should get to know each other now that they're getting so close.
"Name a time!" said Shirley.
"How about 7:00?"
"We'll be there with bells on. Can we bring anything?"
"Just yourselves and, of course, your son, if he isn't already here."
"I really look forward to meeting you and your husband, who we know so well from recordings and concerts. Thanks, Aaron."
"See you at 7:00."
Dylan texted Richard: "can i come over after dinner later?"
Instantly, the reply came: "are you kidding?!"
It was about 6:00. Dylan asked Aaron when dinner was, since he promised Richard he'd be over after that. "Probably soon. Ask Jay," Aaron replied.
"At least we don't have to worry about the privacy issue until tomorrow," Aaron thought.
Dinner was ready shortly. It was a delicious curried thing with popped mustard seeds, but Dylan was too excited to sit still. After he'd finished, he showered, changed--he wore his accustomed briefs and jeans, kissed his dads, and headed over to Richard's house, which was about a 20-minute walk.
When he rang the doorbell and Shirley answered, Dylan immediately said, in his most gracious tone, "I hope there's no problem with my staying over again."
Shirley gave him a broad, warm smile. "Not at all. You make my son so happy that you can be here whenever you want."
Richard heard Dylan's voice in the hall and ran to greet him, kissing him with real affection. Shirley said she'd leave them alone. Like Jay earlier, she couldn't stop smiling once she left them. After all, she knew that her son had had a couple of short-lived boyfriends before, but nothing like this.
When they got downstairs, Richard told Dylan, "Looks like everyone is rooting for us." They kissed and Richard caressed Dylan's butt. The boys felt, if anything, closer than yesterday. Not having seen each other all day except for a hug at the end of school, it didn't take them long to start peeling off each other's clothes while kissing and allowing their hands to explore every inch of each other's young bodies. It was only about 8pm but they were so heated that in minutes, they were lying together and Richard's throbbing cock was down Dylan's throat while Dylan massaged his own achingly stiff member. They both climaxed in minutes. After that, at least they could see straight and continue enjoying each other's company.
They partly dressed and talked about everything, from school to music to politics. Dylan asked whether Richard had spoken to his dad about the Jewish issues.
"Dad called the rabbi this afternoon and explained everything as he understood it, which I think was pretty accurate. She told him that your father should call her."
Dylan told Richard that his legal adoption was in the works. He thought it was funny that he'd change his name from his horrible bio-parents' "Wells" to "Kellner-Weitz," which each had fragments of his old, hated name.
"You know, Dylan, when I was at your place, Aaron pulled me aside and told me all about your past, and we both started to cry."
"It doesn't take much for my dad to get going. I hope he's staying hydrated." They both laughed. "It's funny. Before last week, I didn't think anyone could love me. And now, Aaron and I love each other so much it's a little scary. I love Jay too but it feels more? I don't know, controlled. Besides, we have a professional relationship in a way, because he's a musician. But Aaron is like? my spiritual dad. He made life worth living, which it never was before."
"I hope I fit in somewhere," said Richard, a sliver of doubt in his voice.
"I talked to Aaron about us. I asked if I could know that I found the right person so soon. He said that it looks good to him but to take it slow, emotionally I mean. This is new to me, but it's hard to take it slow. Maybe sometimes it just works. It's been less than a week but it feels so right." They embraced warmly.
"You know I feel the same way."
It was true. Jay had said that finding a partner compatible in this way was tough. To find one who also fulfilled emotional needs was nearly impossible. But Aaron and Jay did it. So had Richard's parents, apparently.
"Maybe we don't need to kiss a lot of frogs if the right person comes along suddenly," said Dylan.
"Yeah, and I've kissed a few frogs. It never meant much," said Richard. "This feels totally different, like it's the real thing."
The boys were semi-clad and they kissed with what certainly felt like more than just horniness. They lay with each other and caressed each other's' chests and stomachs, sucked each other's' sensitive nipples--Dylan's right one a "G-spot" to Richard's left. They held each other close and listened to their heartbeats. If it wasn't yet love, it was certainly heading that way.
Unsurprisingly, this tender moment led to mutual arousal again, and soon, the rest of their clothes lay on the floor. Dylan was now over Richard's lap. Richard slapped his enticing ass, kissed it and then kissed Dylan on the mouth. The slaps became harder--as did the boys, and the tripartite routine continued for some time.
"May I have the brush again, please?" Dylan whispered politely. Richard didn't even bother answering but went to his drawer and got the requested item. Thus began a long, hard, but deeply sensual, spanking, with Richard bringing the strong little brush's flat side down on Dylan's perfect butt followed by kissing the marks it had made and kissing his partner's mouth. It might have gone on for half an hour, with perhaps a hundred-fifty strokes and many more kisses delivered.
When Richard finally saw Dylan grimace briefly, he stopped and said "I want to try something else."
He gently moved Dylan off his lap and gently placed him on the bed, kissing Dylan's backside, but now all over, including the few spots that weren't bright red. He continued licking the hot, red, tender, slightly swollen flesh. He licked Dylan's crack and let his tongue enter it, which made Dylan gasp with pleasure. He pushed his tongue in so that it just reached Dylan's prostate. Dylan nearly jumped and pushed his ass toward Richard's tongue. His stiff cock was dripping abundantly and he felt close to another orgasm. He didn't know how to tell Richard to stop, but Richard could feel some pre-orgasmic contractions and did stop.
He proceeded to lick Dylan's armpits, his back, his thighs, his "sit spot," at the same time he applied lube to his own dick. Ease of entry was no issue this time, and Dylan moaned as Richard slid in all the way slowly and just left it in place. Dylan was on the edge the entire time, so when Richard started stroking Dylan's hard member with his lubed hand, Dylan moaned loudly and came in evenly-spaced spurts. Richard, also wildly horny, only needed a few thrusts from his intensely sensitive penis, and he also came, feeling Dylan's flesh tighten and relax around his dick as his own climax finished.
He left his still-hard penis inside Dylan and moved Dylan's body so they were face to face and, his dick still in place, kissed and caressed his lover until they were both fully hard yet again. Richard placed Dylan's legs over his shoulders and stroked his re-excited cock for a while before beginning gentle thrusting again. This time, they lasted for over fifteen minutes, each keenly attuned to the other's every sensation. Dylan ejaculated first, his semen drenching his and Richard's stomachs; Richard came soon afterwards. Dylan lowered his legs from Richard's shoulders and Richard held them up as he licked the cum from Dylan's stomach. He then wiped off his own stomach with a towel, and they fell onto their sides, holding each other with loving intensity.
It was just 11:00.
"Butt okay?" Richard inquired, remembering that he'd spanked Dylan pretty hard and long.
"I never thought getting spanked could be this hot, and it does hurt, but it'll be fine tomorrow when I'll be eager for more."
"Are we insatiable or what?" Richard smiled sweetly.
"I hope it never stops," said Dylan, surprising himself with such a cheesy remark. "Aren't guys our age supposed to be insatiable?" he added, using humor to diffuse his romantic cheesiness.
Richard smiled. "Can we go to sleep?" he asked.
"Sure," replied Dylan. They were both drained by the exertions of the last three hours. Richard drew the top sheet and quilt around them and they snuggled, Richard on his left side holding Dylan on his right.
At about 2am, having readjusted to various positions in their sleep, they found themselves back in that first one, this time with massive hard-ons. Neither wanted to move much, so Richard just pumped some lube into his right hand from the bottle on his nightstand and pressed the sensitive sides of their dicks together, rubbing slowly while kissing and licking each other until he'd brought them both to another satisfying orgasm. Then they slept.