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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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