Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 39

Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 39
by Chadlad

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Chapter 39: Elvin Gets Inside of Tommy

Elvin, seated on the bed, looked straight across to Tommy's exposed genitals. He reached up and gently ran a finger under the curve of Tommy's sack, feeling its fullness, the weight of the other boy's much bigger balls. I'll be like him, soon, he thought to himself. Maybe even bigger. He wondered, briefly, what it would feel like to have a big wiener pressing on the front of his pants, big balls hanging down in front of his legs. Wouldn't they get in the way? And what about when he got hard? Erections were uncomfortable in his pants now with his small wiener – how would a big one feel? But the boys with big ones could shoot – they said so! And they said that it felt better when you could shoot—was more satisfying and fulfilling. Like taking a big pee and having an orgasm at the same time, one of them had said. Orgasms overwhelmed him now – what would it feel like if they got better? And boys who could shoot got hair down there, too – hair that told everyone they were grown up. Odd, though -- this boy didn't seem to have any hair at all, even though he had to be in the midst of growing up with balls this size.

Elvin put his fingertips under the other boy's sack, lifting it, weighing its contents. There were so much heavier than Garrett's tight little package, yet Elvin knew this boy's genitals weren't yet fully grown – his cousins had shown him pictures of full-grown men's genitals. Tommy trembled a bit under his touch but held steady. Elvin looked up at Tommy's face, who was looking down at him, pale and obviously trying to put up a brave front over fear. "It's gonna be okay," he said to Tommy soothingly. "I'll be fair – I've got the same stuff you have, you know. I won't make it hurt more than it has to. And I won't make these hurt at all until the end."

He shifted the position of his left hand, slowly closing his thumb and forefinger around the sack above the bulging orbs, gently pressing them downward into the elastic skin underneath, stretching that skin, forcing them away from the other boy's body until Elvin could close his fingers on loose skin, isolate the hard lumps from the rest of Tommy's body. Elvin's penis, exposed due to his own nudity, sprang to life, quickly erecting itself between his legs, rising to point at his navel as he eased the boy's balls into position. Only then did he close the rest of his fingers on the trapped pair of orbs, gripping firmly but not painfully on the other boy's most vulnerable region. He didn't want to hurt this interesting new sex playmate of his more than he had to, but he also had his duty, and he'd do it, make his cousins happy with him. Having happy cousins meant less chance of a sore butt or sore balls, and more of a chance of toe-curling orgasms.

His heart racing as rapidly as when he'd climbed over Gabriel's lap, Tommy settled quite ungracefully onto Elvin's bony legs, moving slowly to protect his vulnerable balls. It took him some adjustment to position himself over the boy's lap so that his genitals were between the boy's legs, where Elvin could grip them comfortably. His upper body rested on the mattress on one side, his lower body on the other. His muscular boy butt with its healing welts was slightly bent over Elvin's lap, making his buns the highest portion of his body, but not separating them so much that his anus showed. Elvin's grip on his sack tightened slightly, not causing pain but warning Tommy pain was possible, even likely.

"You know we're not playing around like I do with Garrett," Elvin said to Tommy, who was looking at him seriously back over his shoulder. "Real spankin's have to hurt. They have to hurt bad to make you better, right, Naomi?" Naomi nodded at Elvin. "See?" Elvin said, looking intently at Tommy. "So this isn't my fault – it just has to be done. And don't forget that you said you wanted this, kid." Elvin turned to the girls. "Is there something I can call him?" he asked. "I don't like calling him kid."

"Call him Wiener Boy," Melissa suggested. "That's what we've been calling him while you were off feeding your face. On account of, that's why he's here, anyway, because it has the right kind of wiener."

"Okay," Elvin said agreeably. He raised his hand, and Tommy, looking over his shoulder, involuntarily tightened his butt, carefully not moving his groin in the process, all too aware of the boy's grip on his scrotum. Maybe this had been a bad idea after all, he was thinking. He was about to say so when Elvin spoke again. "It'll be okay," he said soothingly to Tommy. "You'll feel better after your spanking – you won't feel guilty any more. I know, I've had enough of them from my cousins and my mom. It hurt when it happens, but you feel lots better later."

Tommy bit his lip. He did want to feel better, and the whole Jesse thing was overwhelming him with guilt. "I know," he finally said. "Just do it and get it over with. And try not to squeeze my, uh, you know – try not to squeeze too hard."

"I know," Elvin said. "But if I don't squeeze hard enough, you won't feel better afterward. Just trust me. Now hold still, Wiener Boy, until I'm done," Elvin said, his hand held high. "Mom says you have to have hard cry during spankin's for them to work, so don't try to hold it in and be tough, let it out. I won't squeeze your balls until near the end unless you wiggle too much, and when I do I'll just make it hard and quick, I won't stretch it out."

There was a pause, while Elvin stood with his smallish but tough looking hand poised over Tommy's muscular, faintly bruised bottom. There was a feeling of almost electric expectancy in the air. Tommy found himself wondering how much it would hurt, how hard the boy would spank, where the boy would spank first, and whether he would spread the spanking around or concentrate on just one area. He was still more or less in shock concerning how much his life had changed in two days. He'd gone from never having been spanked to having been spanked by lots of people – first his sadistic sister, then his angry cousin Dakota, then his brother Chad, then his vengeful cousin Gabriel, and even his former best friend Jesse. The Gabriel spankings included the mother of all paddlings administered in the back yard in front of a troop of hooting girl scouts, his sister's best friend, his brother, and the older neighbor couple looking on in approval. None of the spankings had been anything like each other, and none had prepared him in any way for the next one. Each time he'd found himself in this position, Tommy had felt the same fear, the same racing heartbeat, the same terror as before. It's going to hurt!! His mind screamed each time, and each time it had been right, if anything underestimating how bad it would be. He steeled himself and tensed his butt involuntarily as the boy's hand descended rapidly for the first time on his bared buttocks.

With a loud smack, Elvin's hand landed in the exact center of Tommy's butt, spanning his two buns some distance above his butt hole. The blow stung, there was no question about that, but not as badly as any spanking Tommy'd gotten before. It didn't make Tommy want to cry, or even cry out, but it tingled his butt unpleasantly. The spanks that followed, Elvin dutifully spread around Tommy's butt, so that in a short while, Tommy's entire butt was tingling unpleasantly. He felt incredibly foolish lying there. During past spankings, each blow, even the early ones, had stung unbearably – so unbearably that he'd focused primarily on how much his butt hurt right from the start. And Gabriel's paddling had been at still a higher level – it had been a scream into the gag, painful nightmare from the get- go type of spanking. This spanking didn't overwhelm him with pain from the start, didn't narrow his focus right away to a square foot of naked boy butt. He had the time and the attention to contemplate what was happening, and what it was leading to, and that was more humiliating by far. Tommy had time to wonder what he was doing here letting this other kid smack his still sore posterior repeatedly, and time to feel his butt became gradually more sore and to wonder how sore it would be before the boy stopped. He had time to appreciate the humiliating spectacle he was making for the three girls who were watching, each with their own superior smirks, as he was chastised like a small child on his bare posterior. He had time to wonder how he looked from behind with his legs slightly spread, a position he knew from watching Chad get spanked revealed all your most private areas. He had time to relive the humiliation of his admissions of a moment ago, that he was sexually excited by boys as much as he was by girls, that he wasn't at all a nice person, and that he deserved, deeply deserved this spanking. He had time to dread the still distant end to this spanking, when this boy had promised he'd have to give Tommy a good healthy squeezing of his balls, have to do it for his own and Tommy's own good and to please the girls.

Contemplating each of these things to the accompaniment of the steady smack, smack, smack of a bare hand on his tingling bare bottom, Tommy became aware of another discomfort. The skin on his thigh was stuck to and being pulled unpleasantly by the bare skin of the boy holding him. Well, that he could do something about. He wiggled slightly, easing the pull and feeling better. The boy's hand tightened warningly on his scrotum. "Hold still," Elvin muttered over the slow staccato of his slapping of Tommy's bottom.

Tommy held still as Elvin started his slow way around Tommy's butt again. It stung unpleasantly, but didn't really make him want to cry. It made him antsy, though, made him want to get up and flee. But that was stupid – he'd asked for this, needed the cleansing of guilt he hoped it would provide. And the girls would just catch him if he tried to flee, anyway, and where would he go butt naked in a strange neighborhood? He felt something odd against his left hip and looked to his left to see what it was. The boy's penis had stiffened, was prodding the side of Tommy's hip with its little curved head. The boy noticed at about the same time and stopped spanking Tommy for a moment. He reached between Tommy's body and his own unselfconsciously like a boy adjusting his genitals in the privacy of his bedroom, and pulled his penis up past Tommy's hip, so that the tip settled against his belly, then raised his hand to continue the spanking.

The shaft of Elvin's tool curved out to gently brush Tommy's hip with each of Elvin's spanking motions. Tommy could both see and feel that it was pulsing with Elvin's heartbeat, displaying his obvious arousal. The little twerp is getting off spanking me! Tommy realized. He felt a moment of indignation, followed by a moment of greater shame as he remembered his own raging erections, fortunately for him hidden in his pants, that he'd had each time he'd spanked his brother's bare butt, and the need for immediate manual gratification he'd felt afterward. Elvin wasn't the only one who got off messing with other kids' butts. Ashamed, he stopped looking over his shoulder and buried his face in the mattress, his arms enclosing it. He could feel, rather than see, Zandra eagerly snapping pictures of this new position and Naomi sketching madly. As Elvin was finishing his second round of Tommy's butt, beginning in the middle and spanking his way higher and lower, Naomi suddenly spoke up. "That's enough of you hiding your head in shame, boy. For the rest of your spanking, turn your head sideways! Towards us!" She ordered. "We want to see your face while you get it!"

Although he preferred the more private confines of his arms, and his butt was stinging more fiercely now that the first two rounds of spanks had warmed it up and reawakened the damage of the day before, Tommy obediently turned his face to the right, where the girls can see his flinching reaction to each of Elvin's now sharper blows. A red glow was enveloping his bottom, a very uncomfortable red glow. Tommy was dreading Elvin starting around his butt a fourth time, spanking the same places he had before. Those places were in the process of recalling the bruising they'd already taken and beginning to complain earnestly. As Elvin finished the upper part of his butt once again, making the whole are tingle warmly and evenly, he tried to calm his nerves by deep breathing.

But calming didn't help, at least it didn't block his growing discomfort. Soon enough, Elvin was landing a slightly harder spank than before right in the center of Tommy's butt, and then moving out again. This blow, and the ones that followed, genuinely hurt. Tommy wiggled in discomfort, tensing his buttocks and gently kicking his feet. The boy tightened his grip on Tommy's sack as a warning to hold still, and Tommy tried to moderate his movements.

But now all of Elvin's blows hurt – Tommy's whole butt was sensitized, it seemed. A little cry escaped Tommy's lips as Elvin struck the particularly sore spot over Tommy's right hip bone. He bit down on his lip, but two blows later a second, louder cry escaped as Elvin's sturdy hand strong just as hard on his left hip bone. "That's good," Elvin said encouragingly, panting a little from his efforts warming Tommy's butt. "Go ahead and let it out," he said. "It's okay that it hurts. It helps to cry."

Why not? Tommy asked himself. Who am I trying to impress here? I get spanked until I've cried anyway, so why am I trying to delay it? He stopped blocking the cries, let them just slip out. "Ow. Oww. Owwww. Owwwwwwwweeeee!" he moaned during the enthusiastic spanks that followed. "Oww! Ohhh! Owww!" Before Elvin had completed covering Tommy's butt with spanks for the fourth time, Tommy dropped into full-fledged, honest-to-goodness sobbing, tears seeping out of his cheeks and rolling down his face. Zandra was up close with the camera snapping pictures of his childish distress. Naomi leaned over his face, too, recording his pain-contorted expression. Tommy's crying quickly spiraled upward, now that he had let it out. It had taken quite a while, but now it felt like his entire butt was on fire, and Elvin was continuing to stoke the coals. Up to this point, Tommy had not realized that a slow, not even medium-hard spanking, could be just as painful and awful as a sharp, hard paddling. It took longer for the crying to began, but the discomfort went on for much longer than in his other spankings, and eventually the pain built up until it was just as sharp as the pain that had been caused more quickly by Gabriel's enthusiastic paddling. Every moment Tommy was sure he couldn't stand for his butt to hurt more, yet every new smack of Elvin's relentless hand showed him he could bear even more pain than that. Traces of snot appeared in first his lower nostril and then the upper one, and then began flowing down the side of his face, the flow increasing in volume until he was blowing snot bubbles with each cry.

His butt pulsed with new heat with every heartbeat, the level of pain increasing steadily. Now Tommy was wiggling constantly, only the hold on his scrotum keeping him from flailing about and possibly falling off Elvin's lap. His hands had moved to his sides, so they were hovering on either side of his butt, as Tommy fought the urge to reach back and cup his burning buns, block the next blow, comfort himself. His neck twisted from side to side as he sobbed like a small child. Was he going to be spanked forever? He'd begun kicking his feet into the mattress continuously at some point, he realized. How could his body be doing things like that without his knowledge? Elvin was starting his sixth circuit around Tommy's butt, each spank torturing bright red skin that had already suffered too many blows. It was only Tommy's determination that kept him from trying to fight free, giving up on redemption and merely getting away.

Somehow he managed to keep from protecting himself during Elvin's sixth circuit of his butt. It had to be over soon, it had to. Naomi suddenly spoke up over his loud crying. "Harder this time," she said. "Spank him like you mean it, or you'll be getting the spanking from me!"

"Sorry, Wiener Boy," Elvin said loudly to Tommy, to be heard over his cries. The next blow had Tommy's back arched, all muscles tensed, squeezing his buns for all he was worth, as did the 4 blows that followed. Elvin had definitely been holding back, Tommy realized. These burned like the paddle blows Gabriel had given him. The blows Gabriel had been giving him at the end of his paddling, just before the paddle broke and Gabriel squeezed…

"Now, Elvin," Naomi shouted.

"Nooooooooooooo!" Tommy wailed, knowing what was coming. Elvin's fingers came to life where they were trapping his balls against the bottom of his sack, and squeezed. Squeezed expertly, powerfully, in just exactly the way that would cause a boy the most pain. He pulled straight down on Tommy's sack after the initial squeeze, forcing the trapped orbs inside the sack down, stretching the sack until it wouldn't stretch any more. Then he squeezed on the contents, mashing them together as waves of pain flowed upward, toward Tommy's spine, overwhelming the pain in Tommy's butt. Overwhelming it, making him shriek like a dying thing, making him buck and twist, Elvin holding him tightly by the nuts and continuing to press his orbs together tightly. The mashing of Tommy's balls together continued for what seemed an interminable amount of time. At the same time Elvin delivered several much more powerful blows to Tommy's derriere, blows that showed he could have spanked more powerfully all along, blows that obviously hurt Elvin's hand seriously, blows that struck the base of Tommy's butt, right on the sit spots, and burned all the way into his hole. And then, suddenly he stopped spanking, stopped squeezing, merely released Tommy. Tommy, who'd tensed his butt and arched his back while his balls were being mashed together, collapsed in a limp heap, burying his face in his hands, squalling loudly

Elvin looked up at the girls. "Did I do good?" he asked, speaking loudly to be heard over Tommy's screeching. He looked at his right hand, his spanking hand, ruefully, then began gently rubbing Tommy's back. Tommy continued to bawl. "You aren't going to spank me now too, are you?" he asked with just a hint of concern in his voice.

"Well, you were dogging there for awhile," Naomi said, "but you redeemed yourself at the end, so I guess you little butt is safe for now."

"Oh," Elvin said. "I didn't know how hard to spank. I mean, you don't know it, of course, but Garrett and I fool around with spankin's sometimes."

"Like we didn't know that," Melissa said, giggling. "You think you can spank someone's bare butt and not hear it throughout the house?"

"Oh," Elvin said. "Well, okay. So you know I've spanked him. He likes it. We play this game where I'm the teacher and he's the student, and he's bad – well, anyway, he likes it. So I've spanked him before, lots of times, and he carries on that I'm spanking too hard and it hurts his butt when I'm not hitting him half as hard as I did Wiener Boy here. So I figured if I hit Wiener Boy harder, that would be good enough. But I guess Wiener Boy has a tougher butt than Garrett."

"My guess is Garrett likes to put on a show for you," Naomi said. "Or he's just a bit of a crybaby."

Elvin thought a moment, as Tommy continued his squalling with only slightly diminished volume. "Maybe," he finally said. "And I don't squeeze his balls, of course. He'd never want that. He has me squeeze his wiener instead. He always gets really hard during the spankings."

"That should cue you to Garrett's real mental state right there," Naomi said. "Reach under Wiener Boy and feel his dick," Naomi suggested. Shrugging, Elvin threaded his hand through his own crotch by his erect penis and groped for Tommy's phallus, sliding his hand down the boy's smooth groin until he encountered the soft, fleshy appendage. He felt it carefully, noting with wonder that it was much shorter than it had been, with only and inch and a half or so hanging straight down between his legs, all limp and spongy. He tried tickling it to life with his fingers, but it remained soft and unresponsive.

"He's soft, isn't he?" Naomi said knowingly. "Just like you are when your cousins or I give you a real spanking, not just the britches dusting Melissa gave you a few minutes ago. A boy who's been properly spanked won't ever be hard afterward – serious pain makes his dick pull its head in and try to hide. If Garrett's little dicklet was hard when you finished spanking him, you didn't make his butt do much more than tingle, no matter how much complaining he did." She looked thoughtful. "I may just have a talk with his mother," she added. "Maybe young Garrett doesn't know what a real discipline spanking is like. He might be fooling her, too."

Elvin felt a moment of regret for Garrett's possible future fate, but only a moment. After all, spankings were part of life – you got them now and then, you cried, and then the girls forgave you, maybe even did pleasurable things to you. Sure, your butt was tender for awhile, but it wasn't something to lose sleep over.

"Well I think Elvin did good," Melissa said. "Listen to Wiener Boy bawl!"

Elvin listened. Tommy had buried his face in his arms and was wailing into the mattress, all fight out of him. He rubbed Tommy's back some more, encouragingly. This seemed to make Tommy relax, so he began stroking Tommy's hair with his left hand at the same time.

"You think I should rub his butt, too?" he said. "Or will that hurt worse?"

"Hard to say," Naomi said. She examined Tommy's bright red butt with interest. "I'll tell you what," she said. She got up and retrieved a bottle of lotion from the dresser, a bottle she'd and her sisters kept around for many purposes, including the fact that Elvin liked to masturbate and Melissa liked to masturbate him, too, and lotion was a necessity to prevent serious chafing. "Slide him over onto the bed on his front and rub some of this gently on him. He'll probably find it soothing."

With help from his sister, Elvin slid Tommy, still sobbing, off of his lap and onto the mattress. Elvin settled down beside Tommy's middle, propping himself on one elbow. Pumping the lotion bottle, he spread a copious amount in globs on various places on Tommy's butt, Tommy jerking with the contact of the first cold glob, but settling down as more was added in other places. Elvin sat the bottle down and carefully placed the flat of his spanking hand over the glob on Tommy's left buttock, gently and slowly spreading the lotion so its coolness spread across Tommy's hot, feverish skin. Tommy shivered, but his crying quieted some.

"You work on him," Naomi said. "We're getting a bite to eat, too. Tell him if he's not stopped crying by the time we get back, he can have a few swats from that flyswatter his sister gave me to use on him."

The three girls quietly slipped out. Elvin gradually spread the lotion around the surface of Tommy's butt. It felt funny to be trying to soothe the same butt he'd just moments ago been trying to hurt, but Elvin's life was full of funny contradictions like that. Like how his cousins would make fun of his boy parts one moment, and adoringly play with them the next. Like how he hated being spanked himself while he was getting it, but felt so loved afterward, as his mother or Naomi or Zandra or sometimes even Melissa would cradle him and kiss his face and tell him he was a brave boy. Like how Garrett would, when in public, making fun of boys who had sex with other boys, yet in Elvin's bedroom couldn't wait to get Elvin's penis in his mouth and suck him eagerly until he came, then beg for Elvin to reciprocate. Like how his cousins would argue that boys were weak because they needed sex from girls and couldn't get by without it, yet moments later they were the ones undressing an indifferent Elvin to play with his member. He didn't understand any of these things, but by and large he was a happy boy and it didn't matter.

With no one to talk to but the quietly sobbing Tommy whose still red-hot butt was quivering under his ministrations, Elvin began addressing him. "Come on, Wiener Boy," he said soothingly. "Calm down, get hold of yourself. It doesn't hurt that bad. I saw the bruises and welts before I went to work on you – you got spanked lots worse before, probably not very long ago. This wasn't so bad, you can stand it." He pumped more lotion on Tommy's glistening butt, the coolness helping Tommy quiet himself a bit. He began rubbing the new lotion Tommy's butt, liking the feel of the firm muscles under the hot surface, and the way Tommy shivered and tensed as he rubbed. "Sorry about the squeezing your nuts thing," he added. "But I had to. If I hadn't squeezed hard enough to make you react and long enough so they could see you were suffering, they'd have done it instead, and then they'd have done me, too! And they don't have nuts, so they don't have any idea how much it hurts to have the squeezed."

Tommy hiccupped, gulped, and raised his head, looking at Elvin with a hurt expression. "You didn't have to be so rough," he complained hoarsely. "I almost passed out." He sniffed loudly and dropped his head back in his folded arms.

"Yes I did," Elvin said. "I've had mine squeezed worse than that in the past by them, so I know they'd have given you worse if I hadn't done what I did. And I just squeezed yours together, into each other. They make them move up and down past each other. You think you're dying!"

Tommy thought about Elvin, the only boy in a household full of dominating girls. "How can you stand it?" he asked. "You know, them making you be naked all the time and spanking you and squeezing your balls and stuff?"

"It's not that bad," Elvin said. "Actually, I like being naked – you don't have to take your pants down to pee, and you feel kind of free and easy all the time – your balls never get caught in your pants, and your hard-ons aren't trapped. And I don't get spanked much, really, because I'm good and do what they say. And they don't squeeze my balls at all unless I'm real bad." He squirted more lotion on Tommy, right in the center of Tommy's butt crack.

"Besides," Elvin added, sliding his fingers into the center of Tommy's buns, working toward his butt crack. "They complain about boys, they act like they hate us, but they like us, really. Melissa especially. She likes playing with my weenie. If I'm watching TV, she lies down behind me, and then pretty arm around me, pulling me against her front and fingering me, and before long I'm cumming over and over again. Did you know you can cum as many as 8 times while watching Saturday morning cartoons? She's really good at rubbing weenies. And she sucks me a lot, too. She seems to like it. She says when I get old enough to shoot, though, that I'll have to warn her when I'm going to or she suck me any more. Zandra sucks me sometimes, too, at bedtime. She says it helps boys sleep better. And it does."

He grinned at Tommy conspiratorially. "And sure, they make me be naked a lot, but they go around naked a lot around me, too. They even take showers with me. So I get to see their girl places and their boobies. Sometimes Melissa and Zandra have me soap their butts and their girl parts. And their boobies, too. Well, Melissa doesn't really have boobies yet, but the other two do, and Naomi's are nice." He trailed his fingers down Tommy's crack, moving toward his anus. Tommy squirmed.

"That tickles," Tommy said in a voice still hoarse from crying.

"Sorry," Elvin said. "I need to push harder when I rub it in. Then it just feels good instead of tickling. I should have realized I can push harder in there anyway, because I didn't really spank you there, so it's not sore." He let his fingers move into Tommy's butt crack, massaging lotion in just above Tommy's butt hole.

"Anyway, it's not so bad being in a household full of girls. Melissa lets me play with her girl parts if I've been good. You know, rub the little man in the boat. Sometimes she has me lick her there, too. That's kind of weird, but she says she takes the thing I pee with in my mouth, so I shouldn't complain about the man in the boat."

"The man in the boat?" Tommy asked, having to clear his throat in the middle of saying it.

"Yeah, you know. At the top of her girl parts. Where the slit starts," Elvin said. He shifted his hand, pressing his fingers on Tommy's butt hole. Tommy tensed a bit.

"Relax," Elvin said. "It's just another part of your body. And you're not at all dirty – I checked."

Tommy strained his mind, trying to remember his examination of Chandra several weeks beforehand. Oh, right. The little bump at the top of her vulva. "They like you to lick them there?" he asked.

"It drives them wild," Elvin said. "Makes them have orgasms." He pressed hard on the tight slit of Tommy's anus. Tommy tensed. "Relax," Elvin said. "I'm just getting you ready."

Tommy's head popped up. "Ready for what?" he asked suspiciously.

Elvin looked at him like he'd lost his mind. "For me to do you in your butt, of course!" he said gleefully. "I can't wait! I don't get to do it much, you know. Garrett lets me do it sometimes, but half the time he complains it hurts before I'm done, and he'd rather do the mouth stuff most of the time, or use our hands on each other. That's why I was so happy when you said you wanted me to do you back. I mean, it's only fair, because I let you do me, and I didn't complain when it hurt when you first went in. Besides, that part doesn't last long, and then you get the kinda full feeling inside and it stops hurting – especially if you rub your wiener at the same time. Man, when I came with you inside me – that was great! You'll see."

Tommy suddenly remembered the moments before his spanking. He had said to this boy that he wanted the boy to take him up his butt, he remembered that, now. He even remembered why – so that he'd be paid back for what he did to Gabriel, be paid back double, because he'd been done by Gabriel, too, though not willingly. Just like the spanking he'd let himself be given was payback, too – redemption for his sins against his brother. And he did feel better, more like he'd begun paying for all the misery he'd given Chad. Of course, that was just the beginning – he'd have to get the rest of it from Chad himself. "Oh," he said to Elvin. He was torn again – wanting the redemption submitting to this would give him, but dreading the invasion of his rectum that it entailed. "But I think my butt's too sore for you to get on me from behind."

Elvin laughed, a bright, tinkling sound, and rose up on his knees so Tommy could see his crotch and the barely 2-inch erect penis clinging to his front. "I don't think I could do you from behind. I was kinda bragging when I suggested it before. You're butt's kinda deep, if you know what I mean. And I'm weasel weenie, remember? I can do Garrett that way because his butt's real thin – he can hardly keep his pants up. I don't think I can do you unless you get on all fours with your head down, or lie on your back with your legs up." He pressed more firmly on Tommy's anus, clearly intending to enter and work lotion into there, too. Elvin liked the way boy's holes felt – how the firm muscle suddenly tapered inward to this spot with give in it – give the rest of his butt didn't have. Elvin's little penis tingled with excitement that he could barely suppress.

Despite Tommy's mixed feelings, he could feel his own penis stirring, hardening under him. The screaming pain in his butt had dulled to a low burn, the ache in his balls had settled down to a barely-felt discomfort. He felt the other boy's fingers probing his hole, and he willed himself to relax, not tense under the boy's touch. If he was going to do this, there was no use making it any more painful than he had to. To his surprise, though, Elvin's two fingers slipped easily into him, rotated, and then pressed toward the mattress, and something came alive inside Tommy, something that made his penis lurch to full hardness instantaneously, and made that liquid pressure feeling that he always got before he came instantly appear. He emitted a surprised little yip.

"Found it," Elvin said with satisfaction, letting his fingers play over the spot inside Tommy that had created the sudden, surprising sensation. Tommy was suddenly focused on his penis, and things inside him, behind his penis somewhere. Things very near where Elvin was stroking. Tommy twisted his head around to look at Elvin, his feelings playing across his face.

""What'd you do to me?" he asked, his voice breaking up an octave in the middle as Elvin pressed on that spot inside him again.

"I found your phosphate," Elvin said, grinning. "It's a thing behind your weenie that makes a lot of the stuff you squirt when you cum. You can feel it if your push the right place when you're in a boy's butt. Cause the butt tube goes right next to it. Girls don't have them. That's what my Mom said, anyway. It feels good when you push it, even if you can't cum. Garrett won't let me push on his any more – he says it makes him feel too horny. That means he wants sex bad."

"I know what horny means," Tommy snapped.

"I can tell," Elvin said, poking the root of Tommy's penis from behind with his free hand. "You're hard as that plaster weenie Naomi made from that little kid." He continued to massage Tommy's prostate with the two fingers he had up Tommy's butt. Tommy squeezed his butt, pressing his hungry penis against the mattress. The boy's fingers irritated his already tender rectum, but his penis liked what Elvin was doing. "See, your phosphate likes it," Elvin echoed.

"I thought a phosphate was some kind of drink," Tommy said. "Like a soda."

"I might have the word a little wrong," Elvin admitted. "But it's called something like that." He twisted his fingers and pulled them out of Tommy's butt, letting Tommy's buns close again, then squirted lotion on his fingers and reached with his other hand to spread Tommy's butt and expose his butt hole again, driving his fingers smoothly into Tommy, pushing the lotion ahead of them and rotating his fingers back and forth to spread it. Tommy's rectum burned slightly at the stimulation, but his prostate reacted anew and he squeezed his butt on Elvin's hand once again.

"Better stop that," Elvin said, pulling his fingers out again. "Or you'll cum on the mattress and make a mess. Naomi won't like that – she'd probably punish both of us if you do." He prodded Tommy's still sore left buttock. "Roll over," he said. "And lift your legs. You're ready for me to do you, and I have to do it from the front." He paused. "Unless you want me to do you on all fours—if I get really tight against you I might be able to reach far enough to do that."

Reality struck Tommy again. He'd agreed to let this boy put his dick inside his butt. He'd actually asked him to. Suddenly he was having mixed feelings again. He'd thought that having this strange boy fuck his butt would somehow make up for what he'd wanted to do to Jesse and had in fact done to Gabriel. But now he wasn't so sure. His buns were still stinging mightily from the spanking he's asked the boy to give him, a spanking that had ended up harder, longer, and more painful than he'd thought it would be. Would this attempt at redemption end up being more than he'd bargained for, too?

As if reading his mind, Elvin pointed to his penis again, still curved against his body like a miniature luggage handle. He pulled it out so that Tommy could see its length, or lack thereof. "Don't worry," he said, a hint of laughter in his voice. "It's just me, weasel-dick! I can't hurt you with this!"

Screwing up his courage, Tommy rolled gingerly over onto his back, and, wincing at the pain of stretching his sore butt, began raising his legs, until he could grip both of them on either side of his head in the inspection position. His buns protested the rough treatment, but his penis remained erect, standing against his groin with his sack pulled up under it as he finally got into position. His butt opened so that his slightly swollen anus was fully displayed. Elvin looked at his member and then at Tommy's butt hole almost buried in the mattress. "I can't reach you clear down there," he said.

Inspiration hit Tommy. "I'll scoot to the edge of the bed and you can stand up on the floor behind me, like I did when I did you," he said. He let go of his legs a moment and shifted until his butt was overhanging the edge of the bed, then lifted his legs into position again. Elvin slid off the bed and walked around to the end. He reached for the lotion bottle and pumped an enormous amount on his little penis, working it in with his other hand, leaving the tip with a thick white coating.

"Hey, no fair starting without us!" Zandra said loudly as she came through the door, carrying a glass of soda of some kind. Her sisters followed her in, Melissa still munching on something in her hand.

"We haven't started yet, we were just getting ready," Elvin said cheerfully.

"You were about to stick it in!" Melissa shrilled. "We wouldn't have gotten to see his face when you did!"

"We'd have waited for you, really," Elvin said.

Meanwhile, Tommy was flushing redly. Somehow he'd forgotten there were three strange girls lurking around, strange girls who could suddenly appear in a room just when you had your ankles by your ears and were willingly opening yourself to another boy. The girls were now looking at his completely displayed rectal and genital region with amusement. Well, there was no going back now. Elvin was almost trembling with eagerness as he put down the lotion bottle and leaned forward, lining his small, now snow-capped member against Tommy's bulging hole. The other boy's penis felt slick but rubbery hard pressing Tommy's anus. Tommy took a deep breath and forced himself to relax, to push outward with his anal ring. At the same time, Elvin pushed forward, and just like that Elvin was inside him – well, an inch or so inside him, rocking like a demon and panting as he leaned into Tommy with one hand on the back of each of Tommy's thighs. Naomi was sketching busily, Zandra was snapping pictures, and Melissa was watching, shiny-eyed. Tommy's rectum began the familiar burning sensation that he always felt when fingers or soap or some boy's dick was moving about inside him. Sadly, Elvin's length wasn't sufficient to stimulate that special spot inside him, but Tommy's penis remained hard, anyway. That penis stood ramrod straight between his legs, yearning for contact, but he was holding his legs out of the way with his hands, and the girls were watching him anyway, so there was no way he was stimulating himself.

Elvin was getting wilder with his thrusts, and panting hard, but surprisingly, not hurting Tommy's rectum beyond the burning sensation it already had. He fell out of Tommy several times in his exuberance, but Naomi was there to guide him back in from between his spread legs each time, and before Tommy's rectum could get seriously irritated, the younger boy was squealing and shaking and contacting his hips madly. With one final squeal, he collapsed on Tommy in a sweaty heap, shaking and panting, his dick still embedded in Tommy's butt at least an inch.

Tommy gratefully let go of his legs and let them settle down past Elvin off the end of the bed, bending his knees until they touched the floor. The movement pulled Elvin's rapidly shrinking penis out of Tommy with a soft, audible plopping sound, and he could feel his butt hole contracting closed as he settled his feet on the floor. For no other reason except that it felt right, Tommy's let his arms encircle the boy's bony back, and he hugged Elvin close. He could feel Elvin's protruding shoulder blades against his arms, and his penis throbbing against Elvin's firm stomach. The boy laid his head on Tommy's chest, then tilted it and smiled up at him. "That was nice," Elvin said. "You feel good inside – maybe even better than Garrett. I think your hole is tighter, even though you're bigger."

Elvin remained in that position for a minute, while Tommy's mind reeled, Zandra took pictures, Melissa smirked, and Naomi sketched. Finally, he pushed himself up, off of Tommy, and stood there at the end of the bed, his cute little penis drooping over his miniature ball sack. He looked down at Tommy, then suddenly dropped to his knees, prodding Tommy's legs apart. A bit dazed by events, Tommy moved them unconsciously, without much thought to what he was doing. .

His penis was suddenly engulfed in hot wetness and he looked down, only to see that Elvin had sucked him in completely, with his chin all the way to Tommy's sack. Suddenly, his crotch exploded into feelings of intense pleasure, as Elvin began doing complicated things with his tongue that his brother Chad had never come close to duplicating. Things inside Tommy contracted, contracted violently and repeatedly, sent Tommy to heights of excitement he'd never felt when jerking off before, had never felt when Chad had sucked him, had never felt even when fucking either this boy or Gabriel in the butt. He sat up on the bed, putting his arms on Elvin's shoulders, then moving them up to play with Elvin's hair while Elvin sucked and he grunted and tightened his butt every couple of seconds. In what seemed like moments, Tommy's butt contracted hard, lifting him off the bed to a standing position as he thrust at Elvin's engulfing face, and Elvin moved gracefully with him, expertly following his moving body up and never missing a beat despite the violence of Tommy's motions. Tommy rose right on tip toes as he arched his body and expelled what felt to him like a gallon of fluid through his pulsing dick. He thrust, and thrust, and thrust again at the boy's enveloping, warm mouth, finally settling down to a series of little pelvic contractions and opening his eyes again, looking with spent fondness at the mop of hair blocking his view of his groin. Elvin slid his mouth slowly, teasingly off Tommy's now softening shaft and turned to look at him, spit dripping off his chin. He gave Tommy a shy smile. "Good," he said. "You tasted good. I thought it might be, you know, slimy, but it was just kind of thin and salty." Still holding Tommy's penis by the base, he licked the tip, bringing unbearable shivers from Tommy. Giggling, he let the slightly older boy loose. "I never did a boy who could wet cum before," he said. "Garrett's kind of a weasel- weenie, like me. He pulses and shivers like you, but he doesn't squirt anything."

Applause broke Tommy's mood, reminding him that they weren't alone, that an audience of girls, one younger than him, had just seen him get his dick sucked by another boy. Now post- orgasmic, he felt embarrassed, extremely embarrassed. Yet, he'd wanted Elvin to do this – had wanted it from the moment Elvin had entered him, and somehow Elvin had known. Well, Elvin was a boy, and a boy with experience, at that. He would know just how good it felt to be sucked. And hadn't he known, before he put his fingers in Tommy, that there was a spot inside him that would make him all hard and horny? Heck, this was probably something Elvin did routinely with that Garret kid – let the kid take him up the butt, but then have the kid suck him off afterward to pay him back. Elvin probably felt that Tommy would expect him to get Tommy off afterward.

And get Tommy off he had certainly done. Tommy couldn't pretend he didn't like being sucked by boys, he realized. He did. He'd liked it when Elvin had sucked him just now -- -heck, he hadn't just liked it, he'd loved it. Just thinking about it made him want to have Elvin do it again. The kid had real talent. He could be the richest kid at Tommy's school just by charging 5 bucks a boy for lunch-time blow jobs – they'd be lined across the lawn waiting their turns!

Actually, he had to admit that he'd liked it when Chad had sucked him repeatedly, too – wasn't just punishing Chad, he had actually liked it. There was just no question any more. He liked doing sex stuff with boys. He was pretty sure he'd like doing sex stuff with girls, given the opportunity, but he also liked doing sex stuff boys. So what did that make him? Were there other kids who were attracted to both boys and girls? He hadn't know that was possible, but that's how he felt. Looking down at the still grinning Elvin, Tommy had felt a kind of wonderful warmth flow over him. His sated penis could easily be persuaded to go another round with this kid. He pictured Elvin's head at his crotch, his magic mouth at work on Tommy's pride and joy. And suddenly Elvin's head became Jesse's, and then it slid off of Tommy's penis in his vision and Jesse smiled his dimpled smile at Tommy, the smile Tommy had always liked. He remembered the times he and Jesse had exchanged grinning glances before, like the one he'd just shared with Elvin. And he had a revelation. He was attracted to Jesse – just like Chad had said, and like Jesse had said. And Jesse was attracted to him. Well, had been attracted to him until Friday night. And there was no reason he couldn't do stuff with Jesse. Not that he necessarily wanted Jesse's Chad- sized penis up his butt, but he wouldn't mind Jesse fondling him or sucking him – heck, he could see himself fondling Jesse at the same time, even sucking Jesse while Jesse sucked him, the way Alan and Chad had been forced to do during their marathon punishment. When Jesse came over next time and provided an opening, Tommy wouldn't resist him – would encourage Jesse, even. The next time…

He'd do nothing. Because he'd ruined it with Jesse, hadn't he? He'd attacked Jesse, called him names, said he wasn't Jesse's friend, didn't want to see him again. His face fell and he dropped down on the bed again, hunched over, trying not to cry. Jesse would never forgive him, a friendship that went back to kindergarten was gone. Tommy knew who he was, now, and it was too late. Desolation fell over him. Elvin looked up at him with sudden concern.

"What's the matter, did I hurt you or something? I didn't bite you, did I? Oh my gosh, I think I bit him!" He reached for Tommy's penis, lifted it and began inspecting the underside.

Tommy pushed Elvin's hands away. "You didn't bite me," he croaked. "You were great. I did it all to myself." He gave up fighting back tears, fell back on the bed and pulled a pillow over his face.