Friends To The (Rear) End 5

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Friends to the (rear) end
Chapter 5

Friday had been going relatively well for Ryan. The school week was over and he had managed to stay out of trouble so far, which also meant that he had managed to keep his butt un-spanked all day. He wondered how long it would be until his next trip across Mickey’s lap, and winced at the thought. He vividly remembered the previous day’s belting at his grandmother’s house and he felt his buns clench with the memory.

But he knew that good luck was really with him that day when he heard Julie fighting with his mother yet again. As expected, Ms. Hudson phoned Mickey immediately after the fight, and a delighted Ryan felt his under-grown dick harden up at the thought of his hot stepsister’s ass being bared for punishment.

When Mickey arrived, the 12-year-old talked with Ms. Hudson for a bit, learning all about Julie’s insolence. Then he stopped at Ryan’s bedroom for a moment to say hi to his friend.

“Oh man, you’re going to give it to her good today; aren’t you, Mickey?” Ryan said.

“Oh yeah. Your mom told me all the things that Julie was calling her. She’s got a big spanking coming!”

“Sweet! I can just picture that beautiful ass turning as red as a tomato. You can bet I’m going to be enjoying listening to her cries.”

“I’m sure you will, you little wanker,” Mickey teased him and laughed. Ryan laughed with him and the boys play-wrestled for a few moments, as boys sometimes do.

“We’re playing soccer tomorrow with the others?” Ryan said.

“Sure. But you have to do your homework, too.”

“Oh, maaaaaan… You mean I have to finish it before we play? It’s too much homework for just one morning, Mickey…”

“All right, all right, quit whining. Just get it started before we go out to play. Work a little on it in the morning and then you can continue at night. How’s that?”

“Ok, that sounds fair,” Ryan said, relieved. He thought that maybe it should feel strange to be monitored and instructed about his homework by a boy two years younger than himself, but he found that it did not feel weird at all. He had always subconsciously accepted that Mickey was more mature than him – or less childish than him, would be more likely – and the new spanking authority that Mickey held over the 14-year-old boy only served to make that fact even more true and easier to accept for Ryan.

“Well then,” Mickey said, standing up. “I’ve got an appointment with a certain hot teenager’s ass, so I’d better get started with that. Let’s play some Call of Duty afterwards, can we? Can we, Ryan?”

Being asked permission for anything from a spanking authority DID feel weird for Ryan. But it was his game, after all. And Mickey was still a little boy who loved videogames, just as he did. “Sure, dude. Go do a good job on my stepsis’ ass and come right back here and we can play.”

Mickey smiled and walked out of the room. When he entered Julie’s room, he was surprised to find her sitting on her desk, checking her facebook account on her laptop, with both her pants and panties around her ankles. She glanced at him, with a bored look on her face, and then turned back to her typing.

“Come on in,” she told him. “I’m almost finished here and then we’ll do my spanking. Just give me a minute to finish posting this, ok?”

“You’ve already pulled down your panties? How come?”

Julie shrugged, her attention still on the laptop’s screen. “I figured it would save time, I guess. I just did it without thinking about it. You’ve seen all I’ve got down there already, anyway, so it’s no biggie.”

Mickey shrugged too and then started unbuckling his own belt. Julie turned immediately when she heard the sound, her expression now a clearly worried one.

“Y-you’re going to give me the belt?” she said, with shock in her eyes.

“Your mom told me all the names you called her, and I think it’s obvious that it qualifies as a reeeaaally bad thing to do. So yeah, you’re getting the belt.”

“Oh no, Mickey, pleeeeaaasee!” she said as she stood up, displaying her dark, hairy triangle shamelessly to the young boy’s line of sight. “B-but you just gave me the belt yesterday at grandma’s! Two days in a row is just too much, it just hurts so FUCKING MUCH!”

“Good! Then it might help you remember not to be disrespectful to your mom in the future. Now, if you’re done using your laptop, come over here and bend over the bed!”

“NO, WAIT!” she said, her tone of voice had become panicked and her breathing was agitated. Mickey noticed that she had even started shivering. It looked like she was truly, REALLY terrified of the belt. “L-look, how about… how about you just give me the hairbrush and… and…”

Mickey looked at her, puzzled. Was she trying to negotiate some kind of deal, out of the blue? His hands were still holding his thick, leather belt. He folded it and snapped it in the air when Julie had lingered too long without finishing her sentence, startling the terrified girl. *SNAP!*

“AAAAAAHHHH! …The hairbrush a-and… aaaand I will also give you a b… a bbb… a b-b-blowjob, Ok? Oh please, Mickey! PLEEEEEEEAAAAASEEEEE!”

Mickey froze when he heard the proposal. Was she serious? The hairbrush and a blowjob in exchange for a belting. Mickey had never even kissed a girl in his young life, let alone received a blowjob from one. His eyes sparkled with the thought of Julie’s sensual lips around his hard member. And on the other hand, the hairbrush was still pretty painful, so it did sound like a fair deal to him. He certainly didn’t have to think long about it.

“All right,” he said as he slid the belt back through the loops of his pants. “Let’s do that.”

He unzipped his pants and dropped them, along with his underwear, freeing his erection. Julie looked surprised when she saw it.

“Oh…!” she said. “It’s, um… a little bigger than I thought it’d be… You said you’re twelve, right?”

“Yes, I am. Do you want to back out of our deal? Should I grab the belt again?”

“NO! Uh… N-no, that won’t be necessary, just… just sit on the chair over here…”

Julie took the chair from the desk and placed it in the middle of the room. With a huge smile on his face, Mickey sat and opened his legs, inviting the 16-year-old to begin. Julie kneeled on the carpet in front of him and approached slowly. She grasped the boy’s hard rod with her hand and appeared to measure it.

Her face moved slowly closer and closer to Mickey’s tool. And just when she was almost touching it with her lips, she stopped and looked up at the 12-year-old’s beaming face. Mickey nodded and caressed her head with his hand, as if soothing her about the job at hand. She turned her attention back to the rigid member, parted her lips and eased the boy’s cock into her mouth, going forward all the way until her nose was buried in his patch of curly pubes. Mickey moaned, savoring the newly discovered pleasure.

Julie sucked and licked and gave small, loving kisses all around his dick and on his balls. The she sucked some more. She kept the pace slow at the beginning, bringing it up gradually, until her face was pumping Mickey’s boyhood with a truly violent speed. It didn’t take long after that for Mickey to come.

“Ooohhh…. OoOOOoohh… OooooOOOOHHHHYYYYYEEEEAAAAHHH! He screamed as he shot his load into the teenager’s mouth.

She kept on sucking until he had finished shooting, and then gasped as she breathed in air when she finally let go.

“Huff… T-that was… huff…” Mickey tried to speak, while trying to calm down. “… That was AWE-SOME!”

“I’m - *cough* - I’m glad you liked it… *cough, cough*” Julie said, and then started to smack her tongue, as if trying to deal with the stickiness inside her mouth.

Mickey took a deep breath, savoring the remnants of his bliss. “Now bring me the hairbrush. It’s time for your spanking.”

Julie’s eyes popped open, as if she had forgotten that part. “WHAT? B-but I…”

“Did you think I would forgive your punishment just because you went down on me? Oh no, girl, you’re getting a good spanking for cursing at your mom. The deal still stands and I won’t use the belt, be thankful about that. We can do this again, whenever you want to avoid the belt, but you’re never going to avoid some sort of punishment every time you misbehave. Now be a good girl and bring me the hairbrush.”

“O-ok, just… just let me go rinse my mouth, all right?”

“Uh-uh, no you don't. I want the taste to stay with you while you get spanked. It’s part of your punishment. No rinsing until we’re finished walloping your ass. Now. Bring. Me. The. HAIRBRUSH!”

Julie jumped to her feet as she realized that Mickey was becoming sincerely annoyed. She hurried to her dresser, where she opened a drawer and retrieved the large, wooden hairbrush. She brought it back to the boy and draped herself across his lap, sticking her butt out and up. Mickey folded up his sleeve and began whacking the teenage girl's bare behind right away. *WHAPP! WHAPP! WHAPP! WHAPP! WHAPP! WHAPP!*

The spanking took quite a long time, since Mickey decided that the trade from the belt to the hairbrush should also include an increase in the punishment's length. By the time he was done, Julie was her usual mess, and her howling had reached ear-piercing levels. Satisfied, Mickey left her to try and rub the searing pain away, and stepped to the hall’s restroom to relieve himself, as usual. When he rejoined Ryan in his room, he found the older boy already cleaning himself up with some tissues from his own jerking session. Then both boys played videogames, turning down the volume of the TV so the could play with Julie's shrilling howls as background music.

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And that was friday. On saturday, the boys played soccer with their neighborhood friends in the warm afternoon. They had a lot of fun, and stopped playing only until the dark of night was finally upon them. Mickey and Ryan then stepped into Ryan's house, drank lots of water and fixed themselves a sandwich. As they ate, Mickey asked Ryan about his homework and the 14-year-old froze in mid-bite, his eyes popping open in realization.

"You haven't started it?" Mickey said. "Dude, we said yesterday that you were going to start it this morning, so you could continue tonight."

"I'm, uh... I'm sorry. I just forgot, I guess," Ryan said. "Who cares? I'll do it tomorrow, ok?"

"No, it's NOT ok. You have to learn to do what you promise you will do. Not just homework, but everything else, too. You’re always leaving things unfinished or leaving them for 'tomorrow'. This definitely calls for the belt, you know."

"Oh, no! Oh no, please, Mickey, not the BELT! I'm... I'm g-going to do my homework right now, ok?"

"Sorry, man, you had your chance. Let's go to your room and strip you from the waist down. You're getting a sound belting tonight!"

"Oh please, Mickeeeyyyyyy...! Not the belt! Oohh, PLE-E-E-EAAAASE!"The tears started flowing down Ryan's cheeks, and his whole body began shivering.

"Well… There's actually something we could do instead," Mickey said, his smile twisting sinisterly. "It's a little exchange I already did with your stepsister yesterday..."

Ryan's face brightened with hope. "Yes! Anything! W-what kind of exchange…?"

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A few minutes later, the scene from the previous days was about to repeat itself, with Ryan replacing Julie as the one kneeling in front of Mickey's hardness, eyeing it with a mixture of intimidation and awkwardness.

"A-are you sure we can't do something else instead?" Ryan said, wincing. "I'm definitely n-not gay, you know?"

Mickey giggled. "I know, man! And that's even better, because it means that this is punishment for you. So you're exchanging one kind of punishment for another, you see, which is fair. You can still take the belting, if you want, though..."

"NO! Uh... n-no, that's all right. I really, REALLY don't want to get the belt..."

"In that case, open wide and serve yourself, boy. If it helps, try to think that you're not doing it to some random stranger. This is me, your BFF! And I do take a shower every day, I promise!" Mickey said, and giggled.

Ryan gulped, turned to face his fleshy meal, and took a deep breath. Mickey enjoyed watching his friend force himself slowly forward, as if fighting an internal struggle over what he was about to do.

Ryan supported himself by placing his hands on Mickey's naked thighs, making the younger boy open his legs a little further. Then Ryan's face approached the rigid boyhood before him, absorbed in a nerve-wrecking study of his oncoming feast. Not only was it longer, but also thicker than his own ridiculous-sized dick, and crowned by a larger patch of pubes than his own set of dark-brown curls. The whole package was not enormous, really, but it was exactly what a boy of Ryan's age should have below his waist, maybe even a little larger, and that thought made Ryan feel even more humiliated than he had ever felt before.

Just as his stepsister had done, Ryan looked up at the last second, arms trembling, staring with puppy-dog eyes at the 12-year-old blonde boy's face - one last appeal for mercy.

But Mickey was unmoved and simply giggled at him. "Go on then, boy," Mickey said, puckered his lips and made sucking sounds in mockery. "Go on and suck on your new baby bottle. I filled it with nice, warm milk to help you grow stronger. Maybe it'll help that tiny pee-pee of yours grow a little, too." He giggled and patted his friend's head twice.

Resigned to his fate, a distressed Ryan sighed and turned toward the awaiting erection before him. He slowly leaned toward it until his lips were almost touching the tip of the uncircumcised head. Then a bit further. Almost there. Aaaalmossst theeeere...

He shut his eyes and pushed his face forward one final inch, and he felt it: The foreskin of his friend's penis was now touching his puckered lips. Ryan winced and his body trembled; he felt the hair on his neck stand up.

After the initial shock had passed, he continued easing himself forward, inch by inch, until he had covered more than half the younger boy's boner, and then he started making his slow way back. But just when he was about to pull completely out, he felt Mickey's hand grab the back of his head and gently push him forward once again. Then, Mickey let him go slowly back once more, before pushing him forward yet again - back and forward, and on, and on.

Soon, Ryan had found a rhythm to the motions. He started pushing his mouth even deeper and deeper, letting his lips slide along the soft flesh covering the stiff member, until the 12-year-old's pubes were brushing his nose and the area below his eyes.

Mickey moaned with increasing pleasure. He found that it somehow felt different than when getting blown by Julie for some reason, but he couldn't tell which was better - they were simply just two different kinds of delicious bliss.

The blowjob lasted for quite a bit. Mickey gave his friend some instructions from time to time; telling Ryan to lick his balls, suck his pubes and give little wet kisses all along the whole package. Ryan was definitely not enjoying himself, but, fearing the terrible taste of the belt, he did as he was told until Mickey had shot his load. Ryan started to pull out when he realized that the younger boy was ejaculating, but then Mickey pushed the head of his surprised friend forward with both hands, holding it by his unruly brown hair with a strong grip, and humped Ryan's mouth until his entire load of thick boymilk had finished shooting out from him and down the 14-year-old’s throat.

After finally being let go, Ryan coughed a few times, wiped a little semen that was dripping from his lips with the back of his hand, stood up and, just like his stepsister, started walking toward the bathroom in his bedroom.

Mickey stopped him in his tracks, as he had done with Julie, and instructed him to strip and then go to Julie's room to get the hairbrush.

“B-but then she’ll see me naked!” Ryan said, as he nervously fumbled with the waistband of his shorts. “C-can’t I strip after I come back with the brush?”

“No, you can’t. I want you to go naked because it’s part of your punishment. And don’t cover yourself in front of her; I’ll ask her later if you did and then you’ll get the belt, anyway. Now finish stripping and go.”

Ryan cried some more as he stripped completely and then walked out of the room. He came back holding the brush, with a deeper blush on his face and crying a little harder.

Moments later, Mickey had his friend positioned across his lap, holding him around the waist and tapping his bare butt with the hairbrush. Ryan fidgeted in anxious anticipation.

"You did an awesome job down there, man," Mickey said, as he continued with the gently tapping. "We're gonna have to do that more often!"

"D-don't get so excited, *sniff*," Ryan said, turning his head halfway back to look at his friend's face. "This was a one-time only, w-wasn't it?"

"That depends on you, sport. The same deal will be on the table every time you deserve a good belting. You can always choose to either get the belt or pay a visit to Little Mickey and show him a little love like you just did. Of course, you'll always get the hairbrush after that loving visit, just like you're about to.”

"Oohhh... C-can't we just skip the hairbrush, Mickey? You just said I did a good j-job down there..."

"A GREAT job, dude; don't sell yourself short. That's precisely why you're getting wood *WHAPP!* instead of leather, *WHAPP!* so you really should *WHAPP!* be a little more grateful, *WHAPP!* don't you think?”

"OOOWWW! Y-YES, OK! *WHAPP!* OOOWWW! T-THANK YOU, MICKEEEEY! *WHAPP!* OOWIEEEE! I'M GRATEFUL! I'M GRATEFUUUL! *WHAPP!* OOWAAAAA! I'LL BE GOOD! I PROMIIIIIISE! *WHAPP!* WAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Mickey truly went to town on Ryan's rump, since he decided that his friend still needed a serious punishment for his misdeed. So he walloped away with tremendous energy, as the other boy struggled and kicked and hollered. The flat-backed hairbrush struck its bouncy target over and over, painting it dark red, and did not forget to pay some courtesy smacks to the top of the howling boy’s thighs, just so wouldn’t feel left out of the action.

Almost half an hour later, the ordeal was finally over and Ryan was allowed to stand and dance around the room with his usual frantic rhythm.

And then, for the first time since he'd began spanking his two naughty neighbors, Mickey walked home with a casual pace, instead of hurrying to relieve his arousal in the privacy of his bedroom, since Ryan had been helpful enough to relieve him himself. Mickey could only wonder how much deeper could this new, wonderful relationship with the Hudson kids go.

To Be Continued...

(The End)