Spankin High School Club Initiation - Chapter 1 by Dennis B. StoriesNew@Yahoo.com
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Spankin High School Club Initiation by Dennis B. StoriesNew@Yahoo.com
STUDENTS' NAMES AGES AND NICKNAMES
Kevin Chadworth, 16 (Chapped Lips, Chap Lips, Chappy) Joshua Archer, 17 (Arrowboy) Michael O'Reilly, 16 (Smiley) Matt Bronner, 17 (Boner) Anthony Chariosi, 17 (Spanker, Carry) _______________________________________________________
CHAPTER 1
"Kevin, wait up!" my best friend Joshua said, running toward me. The last bell rang, meaning it was the end of the school day.
"Mr. Archer, there is no running in the halls," our gym teacher, Mr. Samson, said in that stupid voice they all use when bossing us around. Teachers never went off duty, I supposed. "As a senior you should know better."
"Sorry, Mr. Samson, I wasn't thinking," Josh said, looking very humble as he stared at the gym teacher. Josh had been in drama in his sophomore and junior years, and he could make himself look pitiful in less than a second. He was good at voices, too.
"No sweat, Josh," Mr. Samson said quietly. He was close to Joshua by this time--I think he wanted to keep it private.
"Thanks," Josh said, and turned toward me just as Mr. Samson walked off.
"Damn, you got off easy," I said to Joshua.
"What can I say, Kev--when you got pull, you got pull."
"Okay, okay--don't remind me again, Josh. You're a Senior and I'm just a Junior."
"Don't say 'JUST,' Chappy. You're a Junior--only one year to your Senior year. Be proud of what you are. The Club don't want just anybody joining. You gotta be one of the few, the proud, to be an Impact member. You got that, Kevin?"
Officially--meaning as far as the school and other students knew--our organization name was The Club. Only members and initiates knew the real name--Impact. I was just an initiate, so I was not allowed to know the meaning behind the name. And I was sworn to secrecy--never to reveal the real name of the club, like all other initiates and members.
"Yes, sir!" I said, jokingly using the Club's way of talking. It wasn't required except during official club meetings and certain special events. "What'd you want, anyway?"
"Well, good buddy," he said, putting his arm around my shoulders, "my faithful friend, and almost member of Impact--" Josh was laying it on, thick.
"Shit," I said quietly as we walked into the stairwell, "I can see it coming, Josh."
"Hehe! Okay, Kev. I'm gonna fail trig and get kicked off the soccer team if someone don't help me out here."
"Damn, Josh, I got that science project."
"I know, I know--you're a busy man, Kevin," Josh said in one of his many voices, Columbo this time. "But hey! I'll make it worth your while."
"Uh, huh," I said, sounding very doubtful. "Like how?"
"Tell you what, kid--when you need a favor, I'll be there to save your balls," Josh said in his best Godfather voice. "Do we understand each other, kid?" All members referred to an initiate as 'kid' whenever they felt like it. It was a friendly thing.
"Okay. Shit, the test is tomorrow. I guess it'll have to be tonight." Trig was a junior course, so I was taking it. Josh was a senior, but he had to take trig this year because he repeated one of his math classes somewhere along the line.
"Hey, really--thanks, Kev," he said, giving my butt a quick pat--The Club's secret greeting. Done only in private supposedly, but not always. "I owe ya one."
Sometimes the 'pat' wasn't so gentle. But nothing a healthy red-blooded high-school guy couldn't handle. At least no one else was in the stairwell, so I felt safe.
"Can I call it up now?"
"Hell, yeah. Anything for a potential Impact member."
"Why's our club greeting a pat on the butt?"
"Off limits, sorry. I can't tell you that till you make it to Novice." Novice was the status the Club gave you when you were successfully initiated. Not all initiates made it.
"Okay, Josh. I'll think of something later. We better get going--the sooner the better. Grab your trig book," I said, knowing how UN-academically inclined Josh was. He'd need a reminder to take his book.
"I'm on my way," he said, taking off for his locker.
"Oh, yeah, your notebook too!" I shouted after him.
Josh turned around, spread his arms, "Notes?"
"Okay, okay. Grab some loose-leaf."
Josh was a senior, which meant he had a car. In a few minutes he was driving me to my house. As I put the key in the front door, I stopped, turned to Josh. Blushing, I said, "The kitchen is a little messy."
"Don't worry, kid," Josh said using a voice I didn't recognize.
"It's my job to clean it when I get home from school," I said as we stepped into the kitchen.
"I see what you mean. Looks like five food fights."
"I gotta clean it up, right away or I'll forget."
"Not to worry, little man. I'm domesticated. I'll help you."
I had to smile when Josh called me 'little man.' I was about three inches taller than his five foot, seven inch frame, even though I was a year younger.
I was surprised how well we worked together--and that Josh was good at kitchen duty. It all went quickly. Soon we went upstairs to my room. Josh kept looking around.
"No one else home? Oh--that's right you got no brothers or sisters."
"Yeah," I said. I didn't mind being an only child that much, but it did get lonely sometimes. I got to do some cool things on my own, and never had to share expensive delicate toys with anyone. "Parents won't be home till seven. That gives us almost four hours."
"We won't need all that time. I just need help with that angle shit."
"Angle shit? That's the whole class, so far."
Thank God it was only November, so there wasn't a whole lot of material to cover. Joshua knew I had the highest grades in trig.
"Yeah, well--you're a good teacher. It'll go quick."
"I can draw all the diagrams and explain it to you. I got some stuff on the computer that should help, too. I better go get us some cokes first. I'll be right back. Boot up the computer while I'm gone."
"No problem, Kev."
I was quick getting the drinks, but spilled one on the counter. It took very little time to clean it up, and in a few minutes, I was back in my room. To my surprise, Josh had his book open, and some paper ready to go. He even had a pencil in his hand.
"Looks like you're all set. That's great."
"Okay, Kevin the math whiz, draw one of those angle things and I'll show ya what I need from your fine mathematical brain."
I cracked up, and Josh along with me.
"Yes, sir. Right away!" I started making the diagram.
"Wait. Stop right there. Why'd you draw that line?"
"I have to make this line darker, otherwise you can't tell the difference between . . . . "
After about an hour and a half, Joshua was doing well. I gave him one last problem to do from the advanced section of the book.
"Oh, that's easy," he said. "Kev, you ain't bullshittin' me, are ya? Are you sure this is one of the harder ones?"
"Yep."
Josh worked out the solution without a flaw. He even showed all his steps.
"Damn! That's cool, Josh. Perfect!"
"Hey, when you're good, you're good, right kid?"
"Yep, I guess so. Refill on the coke?"
"Oh yeah!"
When I returned with the cokes, Josh was doing something at the keyboard.
"What are you up to, now?" I asked.
"Getting' some good sex pics, dude. Look--bet you never seen 'em this good."
"Shit, no! Damn, those are great!"
"You ain't seen nothin' yet. Got a video on this site, gets me hard every time."
I didn't say anything, but I felt my face heat up. It was weird hearing Josh say that. I never heard him talk like that before, other than the usual BS in the locker room. I gulped.
"Must be a good one, then," I said nervously.
"Here it goes--watch it. The two guys are gonna give it to her good."
The two guys undressed while the girl sat on the couch looking bored. I couldn't believe it when they played with each other, but they got themselves hard, and my cock went up with theirs.
"Wow--two guys and a girl. Oughtta be good." I made myself sound all calm and self-assured, but my insides shook.
"You bet your balls, kid."
"Just the one guy is doing her. What can the other guy do?"
"You wait!"
"Oh, God! Is he--is he gonna go in her, too?"
"You'll see."
The second guy, who looked about 18, shoved in right next to the first guy's cock.
"Geez, that's hot!"
"Fuck, yeah!" Josh said. "Make your dick hard?"
"Um, yeah," I said, shocked he asked that, and tense as hell.
I took a sneak peek at Joshua's pants and saw he had as big a tent as I did. I wanted to squeeze my cock so bad, but I didn't dare with him right next to me.
Then Josh reached down and started squeezing his dick. I didn't say anything, not even when he pushed his chair back from the desk. Now, it was obvious he was boned up good, and playing with his dick through his pants.
"I'm calling senior privilege," Josh said. "We're still all alone, right?"
"Yeah," I said, wondering what privilege he was calling. Our eyes were glued to the action on the screen. When one guy shoved his dick in, the other one pulled out some. They kept shoving in and out like that. Their cocks were rubbing against each other in a way that really got to me--like I could feel it on my own cock.
Then Josh did the impossible. He unzipped, opened his pants, and pulled out his bone.
"Yeah. This is more like it," he said, glancing at me long enough to see my dick making a tent.
I started squeezing my cock through my pants, but I wanted to do what Josh was doing. I was afraid to do that, yet I had to do something before I came in my underwear.
"Um--do I have junior privileges?
"Fuck, yeah. We seen each other's cocks before in the shower after soccer. Go for it."
"Shit, yours looks so big," I said, unzipping.
"Nope. We're the same size, Kev--I checked in the locker room."
That really surprised me. Then again, I compared in the locker room, too. I guess most guys did.
Sure enough, when I whipped it out, my hardon was about the same size as Joshua's.
"Oh, shit! This is too hot," he said. "I'm gonna beat off. You got tissues?"
"Yeah, sure. I'll get 'em." I was blown away. I knew Josh was aggressive, but this was something else! I was really blushing now and getting shaky, watching Josh jerk off. The kleenex was on the other side of the room and my pants were down around my ankles.
No way was I going to stand up right next to him and have my hard dick waving around, so close to Josh. It just wouldn't be right. So I bit the bullet, pulled my pants and briefs completely off, and stood up to get the kleenex.
"Hey, Kevin--nice bone," he said, pressing my hardon down with hit thumb and letting it pop up.
I think my heart went to overdrive. It felt so good to be touched like that, but I didn't dare tell Josh. I couldn't believe he did that.
I grabbed the kleenex off the table and when I turned to walk back to the computer, Joshua was staring at me walking with my boner bouncing. I knew I was red as a beet.
Then again, Josh had his dick in his hand, stroking it.
I sat down, and went to work, jacking my cock like crazy. I was going twice as fast as Josh.
"Whoa, whoa, slow down, kid," Josh said. And he put his hand on my wrist, stopping me from stroking.
"Huh?" I said stupidly, looking down at my cock with Josh's hand inches away. For some reason I found that very sexual, and my pre-cum started to flow.
"You're going too fast, kid. Look, you got pre-cum already. Slow it down. Do it like this," he said.
And Josh pulled my hand away and wrapped his hand around my dick--the first time anyone had touched me there. My body jumped. Nothing ever felt that good.
"Holy shit!" I was waiting for him to take his hand off, now that he was done showing me how slow he wanted me to jerk off. This was really weird.
"Relax kid. I'll get you off good. Make you come right when that younger dude does."
"Uh--um . . . s-sure." My heart never pounded so hard. My body never vibrated like this before. My best friend was stroking me off. I just stared at my stiff cock and his hand going at it.
In the meantime, with his free hand, Joshua was waving his cock real slow. It put me an a trance. All I could do was watch his bone. I hardly glanced at the screen.
Josh looked up at me and smiled. He looked at his hardon, then back at me. "Hey, one hand can scratch the other," he said, mangling the old adage. But I knew what he meant.
I gulped in a tangle of nerves, but I wanted to touch my best friend's cock. And I did. When I squeezed it, Josh's pre-cum flowed all at once. It felt so good to do that, I barely felt what he was doing to my dick. His penis had me in a trance.
"It feels good to do this to your bone," I said, stroking Josh with his pre-cum, watching him squirm. Then I squirmed, too, suddenly feeling his hand working its magic on my cock.
"Same here. You got a nice pole, Kev."
"Uh, um . . . y-you, too," I said, gulping. He was telling me I had a nice dick? Is that what guys say to each other? My world turned upside-down. Somehow I couldn't picture any of the guys in my gym class telling another one that his dick was nice.
"Yeah, I get tons of pre-cum. Hang on," Josh said, standing suddenly. "I don't wanna get any cum on me. I'm gonna get naked."
In about ten seconds I was seeing my best friend standing totally undressed, two feet from me.
"Wow," I said, not thinking, admiring Joshua's fine body, which looked really good with his dick fully hard, bouncing in front of me. He had really great abs, perfect chest, nice muscled legs and arms. I was making an ocean of a wet spot. I blushed really bad. I never had seen anyone naked in the flesh before.
"No shame," he said. "When you got the bod, you got the bod," he said, looking down at himself and doing his usual flagrant self-boasting.
"Y-yeah." Hearing that put me at ease a little.
"No sweat, dude. I bet I feel the same way when I get to see you all naked an' shit. Besides, I ain't responsible for where my cum goes, and I warn ya, it flies," he said, laughing it off.
I had been debating whether to strip, but now I had no choice. Josh was expecting it.
"Yeah! That's a good bod. You're OK sexy, kid," Josh said. "But your pre-cum's dried up a little. Here."
And I about died when he took some pre-cum from his cock and smeared it on mine. Then he started stroking me again like it was nothing.
"Oh, shit!" I said, all tight with the feelings in my dick.
I was stunned. I knew Josh had two brothers. Maybe he was used to being naked with other guys around. I knew nothing about having brothers except you wouldn't touch each other like we were.
"I know it feels good," he said, feeling me jump as he pumped my boy-stick with his pre-cum. "And just to let you know--my cock's gettin' cold over here."
"Oh . . . yeah." I started stroking Josh again.
All of a sudden, he sped up his strokes.
"Ahhhh!" I said. The burst of pleasure was almost too much.
"We're almost there. Stroke me fast, Kev! The kid on the screen's gonna come any sec. I want all three of us to blow at the same time. Just hold your cum for a sec, dude."
"Oh, fuck!" I didn't know what was happening, but I knew I couldn't hold it for long."
"Ready?" he asked, squeezing my dick.
"Fuck, yes!"
"Shoot it!" He stroked me hard and fast now. I did the same to him. Then the dam broke.
"OHHHHHH!"
"Ahhhhhh!"
"FUCK! YEAH!"
"Unnnnnnnnnnnnnghhhhh!"
Josh was right. He shot like a canon--on my chin, my lips, chest, and lots of places on him, too. Mine shot almost as far, but it was mostly on me.
As soon as we were done coming, Josh put an arm around my chest and hugged me. I felt stupid not hugging him back, so I did the same.
My face was red hot as we sat there looking at each other while I wiped Joshua's cum from my face. I have to admit, when he wasn't looking, I slipped my tongue over my lips and tasted his boy juice. I thought it was sorta good. Was I weird, or what? I hadn't even tasted my own. I kept cleaning myself up like everything was cool--which it was, but I was falling apart.
"Shit!" Josh said, looking into my eyes and smiling, "You're a hot fuck."
"That wasn't a fuck." I was not only nervous, but totally confused, now.
"Felt as good as one to me," he said.
This was too much. I could hardly believe my ears.
"Um, yeah--it did," I said lamely. I had never fucked anyone, but I wanted to agree with Josh for friendship's sake. And I guess so I didn't have to admit that I was a virgin when it came to sex.
There I was wiping jizz off my dick, and already I was thinking about jerking off later and tasting my cum. And I kept looking at Josh's hot bone.
I don't know why, but it made me horny seeing he was still checking me out, too. Now I couldn't wait till he left so I could jerk off again. I knew how to do that real good. Lots of practice. But when it came to sex, I was still a virgin.
Except I'd just been with my best friend and we'd jerked each other off with his boy juice on me for lube--it was his idea, too. And I loved it. Holy shit!
Dennis B. StoriesNew@Yahoo.com Any comments would be great!
That's all I wrote so far. Sorry no initiation yet, but I thought it would be a bad read for you if the first thing you read was an initiation with no background or lead in. If you write, tell me what things you liked, if you can. Anything you want to say, really, is fine. I get ideas from email--I use them when I can. And when you tell me you liked some particular thing, it let's me know you're out there and makes me want to write more.
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My Son Drives Me Crazy - last post APPROX. Sept 9, 2005, Incest
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