Scott was 19 and had been away at college for a year. He had long wavy seventies style light brown hair and hazel eyes. He was a trim 165 and stood five-eleven. Scott had never failed to turn heads, both in high school and now in college, but he was extremely shy and had few friends. Romantically, he had had a few boyfriends and fewer girlfriends, but the romances had always been short-lived. Now Scott had resigned himself to being socially withdrawn and could be described as a sloppy nerd with a fair degree of unrealized animal magnetism.
Ryan was 17 and in his last year of high school. He was the surfer boy next door with layered sandy blond hair that covered half his ears and most of his neck. His deep blue eyes and thick brown eyebrows kept people guessing as to what his ethnic background might be. Definitely a looker at 152 and five-nine, Ryan had had plenty of experience with girls, but had come to realize that he got turned on only when he felt they were turned on by him. He had learned early on that he never felt turned on by girls directly.
Both Scott and Ryan knew they were gay, but neither one had explored very much in this most unfamiliar territory. That was all about to change. Scott was spending the summer with Ryan's family in Orange County, California. Their moms had been old friends for many years and Scott loved to travel. Being from the east coast and never having traveled farther west than Cincinnati, it was a great opportunity for Scott. So, at the end of his first year, Scott drove his pride and joy, a red and white 1965 Corvette convertible out west. The car had been a junker when Scott had first learned to drive and he had spent most of his free time during high school working part time and restoring it.
Ryan's family's house was small, so Scott slept with Ryan in his double bed. Ryan wasn't sure about Scott, still a stranger, sleeping with him, especially since Ryan usually wore only a pair of briefs to bed, but, oh well. Of course it had to be hot and air conditioning was at a premium, so Scott simply followed his host's example and also slept wearing only briefs.
Ryan was very nice on the eyes, especially Scott's eyes, as the younger boy soon realized. During the hot summer days, Ryan got up and put on a pair of gym shorts or cut offs. That's it! Ryan's honey tan, slender waist, nickel-sized nipples, nearly hairless armpits, and more outgoing personality all worked together often causing Scott to stare at Ryan with feelings of infatuation until Scott forced himself to look away. But usually it was too late and Ryan has figured out early on that Scott was attracted to him. Scott wasn't bad either; a little more buff than Ryan. Scott had developed the tight muscles, the six pack abs, and firm body, but Ryan still had the lingering sensual smoothness of teenage youth and as each day and night passed that first week, Scott's hunger grew to the point where he could almost taste the beads of sweat dripping down Ryan's bare sides.
Well, one day during their second week together, Ryan was a bad boy. He borrowed Scott's car without asking. That wouldn't have been so bad if that's all that happened. It was only a short trip to the store and back. Ryan certainly got more looks than he ever imagined he would--a 17-year-old cute blond guy driving shirtless in a convertible--who wouldn't look?!! Even straight guys looked on with approving eyes. It did a lot for a young man's self image. But that all up and vanished when Ryan sideswiped a fence post. Oops! The gash on the right side was about a meter long. Yeah, expensive!
Scott was pissed, but not so much that it clouded his thinking as to the opportunity this situation could afford him. Ryan didn't have much money, certainly nothing close to what it would cost to fix the dent and he begged Scott not to tell his mom. Ryan was truly sorry and Scott couldn't help but feel for the younger boy. Ryan suggested that he might get a job and slowly pay back Scott, but Scott wasn't sure about this idea. Ryan knew what Scott wanted. He could see it in the older boy's eyes. He had seen it all during their first week together. They stood and stared at each other for quite a while as sweat trickled down Ryan's bare sides.
"What do you want to do with me?" Ryan finally asked.
That was Scott's cue. The older boy stepped closer and touched Ryan's bare chest, softly rubbing his fingers back and forth. Ryan, not sure how to respond, simply left his arms at his sides. Only his penis stiffened slightly. Scott graced his fingertips down to Ryan's quivering stomach and around to the small of his back, pulling the younger boy close and burying his face between Ryan's shoulder and neck. As Scott feasted on Ryan's neck and shoulder, his hands worked their way under the younger boy's gym shorts and underpants and began kneading his tight butt, pushing his clothes down in the process. Ryan's arms reached up under Scott's shirt and began caressing his back.
Pulling Ryan close with one arm, Scott whispered, "Bad boy," in Ryan's ear and lifted his other arm, smacking the younger boy hard on his butt cheek. Ryan pulled in tight to Scott's torso and Scott did the same with his non-spanking arm. With each smack, Ryan flinched and whimpered more and more dramatically, but never released his tight hug of Scott. Both boys' erections were rock hard by now and it didn't take long for Ryan to cum, soon followed by Scott, their knees buckling slightly, holding on to each other for support, at which point the spanking stopped and the two boys simply embraced and kissed, savoring each other's tastes and smells.
"Thank you," Ryan whispered.
Scott didn't respond with words, but hugged Ryan tightly for a long time. Scott realized he had discovered a love greater than his car!