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       7 December 2018 - A Club Red Christmas Part 7
       By: Jack Date: December 6, 2018, 5:47 pm
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       [center]A Club Red Christmas Part 7
       by Jack Wells[/center]
       “You wanna ride out to the clubhouse?” Jerry asked as we walked
       away from where me and Dad had been working..
       Of course, I did, since I had a pretty good idea what he had in
       mind, but…
       “I dunno, man.  I have some chores I gotta get finished by next
       Saturday, or…”
       “C’mon, Craig.  Next Saturday?  You got plenty of time.
       Besides…”
       “No, this is serious.  Dad’s giving me some extra Christmas
       money… Oh and he says if I go shopping with Mom, she’ll get us
       some snacks, and we picked up some decorations we can have for
       the clubhouse….”
       “Great,” Jerry interrupted.
       “Yeah, but I already owe him some extra chores, and if I don’t
       get the shed cleaned out before next Saturday, I’m gonna get my
       butt busted.”
       He just looked at me.
       “You know I hate gettin’ it from my dad, Jer.”
       “I know, but… you have all week!   And I need a spankin’.”
       Well…. I did have nearly a whole week to get it done.  We packed
       up the decorations Dad was letting us have and took off.
       I hadn’t been around when they built the clubhouse.  That was
       mostly Jerry and Rick, and I think Connor and Dan helped.  It
       was set in a small dell, and there were a lot of trees and
       bushes around it, including some evergreens, so you really
       couldn’t even see it as you were approaching, even at this time
       of year.  Jerry and I took the curve in the trail, then slowed
       down, because the turn to the club was a switchback.  Not only
       was it hard to see, even if you knew it was there, but it was
       hard to take it very fast.  My stomach dropped a little as the
       sudden drop  off always surprised me a bit, but then one last
       turn, and we were there.
       We leaned our bikes up against trees, and I gathered the
       decorations, while Jerry undid the padlock on the door.  Then he
       helped me carry stuff inside.
       Both of us were nervous.  There were eight guys who were full,
       regular members of the club, and a couple of others who hung
       with us sometimes.  All of us messed around together, but I
       think at least a couple of us were really gay, while the rest
       were just ****… or maybe bi-, if there’s a difference.  I think
       that was pretty much true for spanking as well.  Not all of us
       were into spanking, but all of us were willing to get our butts
       busted, if it meant getting our rocks off.  Some of us were
       definitely more into it.  And some of us were more into spanking
       than getting it, or the other way, or even just watching.  It
       made pairing up kind of hard sometimes, which is why Jerry and I
       didn’t play around together too much.  Mostly both of us
       preferred whupping someone to getting it.
       Because it was just two of us, we didn’t bother opening any of
       the shutters.  Most of the windows just had screens, and it was
       too chilly to open those.  Instead, we switched on a couple of
       the battery powered lights, then opened one of the windows with
       real panes, so we had some light, but plenty of privacy.  We
       switched on the big heater, and let the room start warming up.
       The Christmas decorations Dad had given us was pretty bulky, but
       not real heavy.  Almost all of it was different types of
       garland, which we had a ton of, since Mom had bought some new
       stuff with lights in with it a couple of years ago.  Dad gave us
       most of the stuff without lights, since Mom had already said we
       weren’t using it.
       Jerry and I went through what we had, and we talked a bit about
       how to use it to decorate. I think we were both pretty tense.
       Jerry was acting kind of shy, and I was hard as a rock, and it
       rubbed against my boxers every time I moved.  Finally, both of
       us were quiet.
       “Jeron Asher,” I said, deliberately making my voice a bit deeper
       than normal.  “I thought I told you to get this mess cleaned
       up.”
       “I meant to,” he replied, turning to look at me.  His eyes were
       wide, but he had a definite bulge in the front of his pants.
       “It doesn’t look like you meant to?”
       “I’m sorry,” he whined.  “I just got to playing with my phone….”
       “You think that’s an excuse?’
       “No, sir,” he said, nearly whimpering this time.
       Most of our chairs were folding, but we had a couple of old
       fashioned, straight backed, armless wooden chairs we’d rescued
       from an old dining room set or something.  I sat in one of
       those.
       “I guess we’re going to have to teach you a lesson, mister.”
       “Please, no.  I’m sorry. I’ll do it now.”
       “Now isn’t good enough.  You’re going to learn to do it when
       you’re told.  Come here.”
       Jerry put down the garland he’d been holding, and quickly came
       to where I sat.  Without being told, his fingers fumbled
       nervously at the zipper of his hoodie.  He slid it off, then
       pulled the baggy sweatshirt he’d been wearing under it over his
       head.   Dropping both of those on a folding table, he lifted his
       t-shirt.
       A year ago, I couldn’t open another guys fly to save my life,
       but practice makes perfect.  My hands were shaking a bit, but he
       wasn’t wearing a belt, so I was able to get his fly open without
       too much trouble, and I slid his jeans down his smooth, firm
       legs.
       He was wearing Fruit of the Loom boxer briefs in kind of a
       desert camo print.  When his jeans were passed his knees, I
       carefully eased the front of his boxers over his stiff four
       inches, then slid them down to join his knees.  Once he was
       bare, I looked up at him.
       “Fetch it, young man.”
       Since Jerry was usually a top, I wasn’t sure how hard a spanking
       he was going to want.  I did know that, when he was in the mood
       to get it, he usually wanted it pretty bad, but how bad was the
       question.
       He hobbled over to the chest where we kept our toys, rooted
       around for a minute, while I enjoyed watching his pale, firm
       butt.  Then he turned around, and I saw the brush in his hand.
       He waddled back to me and handed me the brush.
       Since Jerry’s nearly a half foot taller than me, it took a
       couple of minutes to get him into position, but it wasn’t long
       before we were both comfortable.  I patted the brush against his
       cheeks a couple of times, then went to work.
       Jerry grunted as the paddle smacked down on his butt.  I started
       working back and forth, then concentrated on one cheek a while.
       Jerry hadn’t set any limits before we started, so I smacked his
       upper legs occasionally, which brought yelps and cries of
       protest, but no requests that I stopped, so I got a pattern
       going - a few smacks on one cheek, then one or two on that same
       leg, then switch.  Or maybe back and forth on the cheeks, then
       back and forth on the legs.
       It’s funny, spanking someone like Jerry, because he was yelping
       and ouching, but he was also moaning, and I could feel his hard
       dick poking my leg as he squirmed around.
       I’m not sure how long I spanked, but I loved it.  I loved
       watching his butt get more and more red.  I loved him squirming
       around.  I loved the sound of the brush smacking his butt, and
       of his yelps and occasional squeals.  I hoped he’d really sob a
       bit, but I wasn’t holding my breath for that.
       “Kumquat!” Jerry finally called it.
       I paused, and let him rest, but he’d only said kumquat, not
       firetruck, so after a moment’s rest, I smacked the brush down
       again, counting this time, and he did squeal as it smacked down
       right on his sit spot.  Back and forth, counting each swat, I
       worked those really tender spots on the lowest part of his butt.
       Fourteen last swats when he was already at his limit.  He
       didn’t loose it, but he did sob a bit as I landed the last
       couple, and then I dropped the brush.
       Slow and stiff, Jerry climbed to his feet, and it became obvious
       his movements weren’t all that were stiff.  As soon as he was on
       his feet, I stood up.  Even without him looking down, I could
       see his cheeks were a little damp.  I smiled, and he smiled
       back, then I sank down to my knees.
       I leaned forward and licked Jerry’s head, which was fresh and
       smelled slightly of Irish  Spring.  He shivered as my tongue
       flicked across the slit, then I took it in my mouth and slowly
       sunk down.
       It’s funny how much the noise he made sounded like a sob.
       Jerry wasn’t incredibly thick, but I still choked before I could
       get all the way, so I pulled back, took a couple of deep
       breaths, and tried again.  This time, I managed to bang his
       belly with my nose.  I pulled back just a bit, breathed through
       my nose, and then started really sucking, while reaching behind
       him to squeeze his hot butt.  He squealed again and danced a
       bit, which just made it more fun.
       Jerry put his hands on my head and encouraged me to move up and
       down a bit, which I was happy to do, and I could feel his cheeks
       clench as he thrust a bit back and forth.  He must have been
       hot, because it wasn’t long at all before he exploded in my
       mouth, and it was enough that I nearly choked again.
       Before I could swallow it all and complain, he’d pulled me to my
       feet, then dropped to his knees, and nearly yanked my pants
       open.  I forgot all about complaining then.
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       Re: 7 December 2018 - A Club Red Christmas Part 7
       By: guest50 Date: December 7, 2018, 2:10 am
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       Oh .. to be that age again! Hehe
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       Re: 7 December 2018 - A Club Red Christmas Part 7
       By: David M. Katz Date: December 10, 2018, 12:13 am
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       They really didn't need the heater.   ;D  Seems like things got
       hot anyway.
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       Re: 7 December 2018 - A Club Red Christmas Part 7
       By: kalico Date: December 10, 2018, 12:37 pm
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       Things heated up real quick.....
       Thanks for sharing jack
       Hugs kal
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       Re: 7 December 2018 - A Club Red Christmas Part 7
       By: Leti Date: December 14, 2018, 12:08 pm
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       Wow, they had time to put some decorations also!
       Thanks for sharing Jack
       Hugs Leti
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       Re: 7 December 2018 - A Club Red Christmas Part 7
       By: Adric Date: July 11, 2019, 2:27 pm
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       Hmmmm - two levels of safewords.  These boys have done some
       serious planning.
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