Friends To The (Rear) End 20

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Friends to the (rear) end – Chapter 20

The two boys were already clotheless from the waist down, so they simply pulled their t-shirts off and walked into the bathroom, stark naked.

Once inside, Ryan turned on the shower but did not get in. He and Mickey stood side by side in the middle of the bathroom, waiting for the water to get warm before going in. While they waited, Ryan took a good, long look at Mickey. The blond 12-year-old blushed when he noticed Ryan's eyes sweeping his body in all its naked glory. He wanted to cover himself -or at least his newly-bald privates- but he did not, because he wanted it to seem as if he was already getting over his humiliating pubic-shaving, although that was far from the case.

"You know? You should be thanking me, dude," Ryan teased. "You actually look cuter this way. With your new haircut, I mean."

"Sh-shut up, dumbass," Mickey said, annoyed. He still resisted the urge to cover his shaved genitalia. "It still looks way manlier than your mini-dick."

It was true, but Ryan found that he didn't care too much about it for the moment. Instead, he stared at Mickey's long, thick, flaccid penis and smiled: It actually looked kind of funny now that it was totally hairless. In fact, the entire sight of his naked, humbled friend looked kind of funny somehow. Even though it looked pretty damn sexy, too.

Wait a minute... 'sexy'? That couldn't be right, could it? That is, sure, Ryan could easily admit that Mickey was quite a cute-looking boy. In fact, he had always thought that Mickey owned -hands down- the cutest face he'd ever seen in a boy. His soft facial features, his big eyes, his unruly-in-an-attractive-way blond hair... Mickey's face was just so perfectly cute and so perfectly boyish that he could easily pass for a boy two or three years younger than his twelve years of age. Unless he was naked, that is. Because then you'd notice his way oversized penis and wonder if you were actually looking at a 17-year-old whose other non-penis body parts were still trying to catch up to his age. So anyway, yeah, Ryan was ready to admit that Mickey was really cute-looking. But where had that thought about Mickey being 'sexy' come from? 'Sexy' was definitely a different word than 'cute'.

Then Ryan thought about his own body. He was a little taller than Mickey - not much, just enough to be noticeable. His face was already a mixture of boy and teenager, although still leaning on the cute boyish side, if he could say so himself. And he had also started to notice recent changes in other body parts, such as a slightly wider back as well as slightly more defined muscles in his arms and legs. In short, he guessed that he looked like an average 14-year-old boy, which of course he was. Unless -just like Mickey- if you saw him naked. Because then you'd notice his way undersized penis and wonder if you were actually looking at an exceedingly tall five-year-old with an extremely early sprout of pubic hair.

So, sure, it was reasonable to believe that most people would find Ryan cute, too. But would anyone think he was sexy if they saw him naked? Wasn't his diminutive penis just the opposite of sexy? Then again, Haley claimed that every girl at school thought that Ryan owned the cutest-looking butt in the history of the human race. Mickey himself had also praised it on many occasions. And even before anyone had ever told him such things, Ryan had always been proud of his own perky bubble-bottom. Which was the reason why he had always favored tight shorts and tight pants in order to show it off. So that could be sexy too, couldn't it?

Then he considered the two of them, standing there in the bathroom close to each other. Two cute boys looking at each other’s nakedness with hesitant eyes. They had seen each other in the nude several times, but now Ryan felt as if something was different - there was a kind of warm uncertainty in the air. Some kind of pleasant steam was building around them and Ryan wondered if Mickey sensed it, too. Then Ryan realized that actual steam was building around them and he snapped out of it. The shower was warm and ready.

"Uh... let's get in, then," Ryan said.

"What? Oh, right! Um, sure, let's go," Mickey said. His reaction told Ryan that his friend had been daydreaming, just as he had.

They stepped into the shower and under the hot, gentle stream, which was wide enough to cover both of them.

"Ooohh...! It feels hotter on my bottom!" Ryan said, wincing. "It's still a little sore, you know?"

"It's going to feel even hotter in a minute," Mickey said. "When I spank it nice and hard!"

"Hold your horses, baldy," Ryan said.

"What? But you said I should spank you while we showered!" Mickey said. "In fact, I don't need your permission to do it. I'm your spanker and I ca-!

"Yeah, yeah, you can choose when to spank my butt. We know that. I'm not debating it," Ryan said. "But I'm asking you to wait until we wash ourselves. I say I'm asking because we're not only spanker and spankee, we're also friends and friends ask things of each other, right?"

"Uh, right I guess..."

"Great! Now pass the shampoo."

The two boys cleaned themselves thoroughly. Then, at one point, Ryan reached forward and started soaping Mickey's butt. The 12-year-old boy turned around in surprise.

"HEY! Quit it!" Mickey said.

Ryan chuckled. "Sorry. Couldn't resist. You have such a cute butt, too, you know?"

"Well, you can't just grab it any time you want to!"

"I CAN?"

"You CAN'T!"

"Oh. Bummer. Anyway, do you want me to help you wash your dick?"

"NO! Why would I want that? Besides, you'll be wiping it with your tongue soon enough, remember?"

"Oh, right. That loooong goodnight blowjob I promised you."

"What's with you, anyway? Are you, uh... becoming gay or something?"

Ryan shrugged. "No. I don't know. I still like girls, like, a lot. I jerk off thinking of breasts," he said, although he remembered that he also jerked off thinking of Haley sucking Mickey's dick, but he did not mention it. "And I LOVE kissing Haley. I've discovered that I really like kissing, you know?"

"So why did you want to wash my dick just now?"

"I don't know. Why do you want me to suck your dick?"

"Because... because it feels great?"

"Well, there you go. I just felt like touching your dick because I thought it might feel nice. Does that make me a little gay? I don't know. Who cares? Listen, I'm getting spanked every other day and sucking cock every single day and also kissing my girlfriend every day, too. It was driving me crazy trying to sort all of that out in my mind. So I decided to simply not think about it anymore. Now I'm just going to do what feels good and to hell with classifications."

Mickey raised an eyebrow. "You are behaving really weird today, you know that? This is not like you at all."

"Good," Ryan said, smiling. "Well, I guess that's a pretty good opening for what comes next."

"What comes next?"

"This," Ryan said, leaning forward and kissing Mickey right on the lips. The blond boy's eyes flew wide open. Ryan pressed his lips gently but firmly, savoring the feeling for all it was worth. Warm water kept on showering them and Ryan’s small penis started to stir.

"MMMMFF! HEEEEY!" Mickey said, pulling away. "WHAT THE HELL, DUDE?"

Ryan laughed. "I told you. I discovered that I really like kissing. And I also told you that I'm now doing whatever feels good. So I was wondering if kissing you felt good. And what do you know - it did!"

"But what if I don't want to be kissed! Or... or at least what if I don't want to be kissed by a guy! You... you can't just...!"

"Chill out, man, it's just a kiss! I mean, I suck your dick every single day and I don't make such a fuzz about it, do I?" Ryan said. "Besides, be honest with me here: Would you feel the same if any dude other than me had kissed you? Be honest."

"I... yes! I mean, I guess not the same, ok, but... I mean I guess… I guess I would've hated it even more for some reason, but... but that's not the point!"

"But it is the point! Don't you see? It’s not just for ‘some reason’. It’s because it’s me. I mean, it’s because it’s us. We’re just too close to each other now to feel uncomfortable even by sharing a kiss. Hell, even by sharing a blowjob.”

“Too close…?”

“Yeah! Listen, I would hate it if I had to suck any other guy's cock, but I don't reeeally hate it if it's your cock. Because it's you, you see? Because it's us. I’m just too comfortable with you to feel uncomfortable. Does that make sense?”

“What? I… Well, I guess I… I might feel kind of…”

“…Kind of the same way about me, right? And this spanking business just made us even closer, I’m sure you know that. Because it's such an intimate experience or something. So yeah, I can now suck your dick and not hate it anymore. In fact, I kind of like it when you say I did a great job. It's nice to make you feel good I guess, because you’re my best friend! So tell me, dude, and be completely honest: Did you really, really hate my kiss?"

"I... I guess… not?" Mickey said, looking just as shocked as during the kiss itself, as if this revelation was just as surprising.

"You didn't."

"I mean, I didn't exactly hate it..." Mickey repeated. “Like you said, I guess it wasn’t really uncomfortable because it was you.”

Ryan clapped once and opened his arms, wearing a huge smile. "And there it is. You got it. You got exactly what I’m talking about.”

"But… what does this mean?"

"Like I said, don't give it much thought, dude. It just means that now I'm going to be kissing you every now and then."

"WHAT? You can't just kiss me any time you want!"

"I'll ask for your permission. And sometimes you'll say yes because we're best buds and you know I like it. And you also know you don't dislike it."

"I don't exactly love it, either!"

"Ok, so you neither love it or hate it. So it’s ok if we kiss from time to time."

"But... but I don't want a BOYfriend!"

Ryan laughed. "Don't be silly! I said we're best buds, didn't I? That's all. We're spanking best buds, we're cocksucking best buds, and now we're kissing best buds because it's only fair we also do something that I like, isn't it? Spankings and blowjobs are great for you, but what about me?"

Mickey grumbled. Then he thought about it. The he grumbled again. "...Ok, FINE! I will let you kiss me sometimes... but only because I'm such an awesome friend! And because you give such awesome blowjobs, so I guess you deserve it, anyway..."

Ryan laughed again. "Great! All right then, pucker up."

"What?"

"Pucker up, dude. I want to kiss you again. This time with tongue. And holding your butt."

"WHAT? No way! We just kissed a minute ago!"

"Yeah, and now I want to kiss you again. Geez, for someone with such a manly dick, you can be such a crybaby sometimes, you know? It's just a little fucking kiss! I mean, I swallow your load every day, for crying out loud. And you have to be such a baby about a kiss?"

"... All right, all right. But no tongue! We can do tongue another time... just on the lips, ok?"

"And holding your butt."

"And holding my butt, geez, ok, whatever. It's not a big deal, anyway, is it? J-just a little kiss."

Ryan laughed again. "Oh my god, you're so nervous! Shut up and pucker up, you cute little brat."

"Whatever!" Mickey said. He shut his eyes and puckered up.

Ryan leaned forward and touched Mickey's lips with his own. Then he grabbed Mickey's buns with both hands and pulled him close, Mickey’s huge dick sandwiched against him. Ryan took a full minute sliding his lips gently around Mickey's own lips, exploring the taste of them, the texture of them, the whole boyishness of them. It definitely felt different than kissing Haley, although Ryan could not immediately tell which one he liked best – not only were Mickey and Haley of different sexes, but they also meant different things to him on a personal level. He only knew that the more he tasted Mickey’s lips, the more he liked them.

At some point, Ryan sensed that Mickey was finally starting to relax. And then, to Ryan's surprise, Mickey suddenly grabbed Ryan's buns as well. Ryan smiled to himself - this was exactly what he was hoping for. Because, in some way, it meant that Mickey was opening up to him, transitioning from the bossy jerk he'd slowly become to the kind friend that Ryan remembered. And it also meant that the balance of power was becoming more even: True, it was just a kiss, but Ryan felt like he was definitely the dominant part of the equation in this scene. It was as if he was the kisser and Mickey the 'kissee', in opposite roles than the times they were spanker and spankee.

The kiss ended with a soft smacking of the boy's lips as they pulled apart. Mickey's eyes were trembling and Ryan knew that his friend was absolutely distressed about this new experience. Mickey’s brief relaxation during the kiss had turned into a big, stressful question mark when the kiss had ended and reality swept back in, confronting him with new unknowns.

"Well... there you go. Happy now?" Mickey said, trying to look annoyed, but Ryan thought it was an unconvincing act.

“For now,” Ryan said and licked his lips. “Who could’ve said you were as good a kisser as you are a spanker?”

"Speaking of which… I think it's finally time for your warm-up spanking. Turn around!"

"Oh! Right, the warm-up… M-maybe you shouldn't do spanking work while you're this stressed out? I mean, we can wait until a little later, when-"

"NOW."

"Ok, ok, geez! I'm turning, I'm turning," Ryan said as he turned halfway around to show Mickey his profile, bending against the wall and sticking out his bottom. He guessed that Mickey was eager to release the stress by returning to an activity where he was the dominant party. Namely, spanking Ryan's butt! Ryan knew it was probably going to hurt quite a bit, with Mickey being in such a mood, but he also decided that it had been worth it. His strategy was working flawlessly and he was ready to pay the price for his success.

*SMACK!"

"OOOOOOW!"

Damn!

It was a HIGH price indeed. Getting it on a wet butt turned out to hurt even more than he was expecting.

*SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!*

"OOOOOOW! OOW! GEEZ, IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE JU- OOOOW! -JUST A WARM-UP! OOOOW!"

"Don't worry, I’ll keep it short. Now be quiet and take your medicine like a good boy!" Mickey said as he spanked away, already sounding much more relaxed. Ryan guessed that spankings would probably relax anyone. Except for the person being spanked, of course.

Mickey was true to his word and kept the 'warm-up' session short, although he spanked hard enough for Ryan to feel as if he'd just received a long, standard spanking session instead. It didn't help that his bottom had already been sore from the previous spankings of that day. He rubbed his blazing bottom and whimpered pitifully as he wondered if he would still be getting more of the same before the night was over. It would be unthinkably painful to receive yet another one! He knew he would be doing his best to avoid any more spankings, at least until the following day.

"Right," Mickey said, hands on his hips and a satisfied smile on his face. "Now let's get dried up and go have some dinner."

"S-sure..." Ryan said, still sobbing and rubbing his reddened behind.

"And then," Mickey said. "We can do that nice, long blowjob you keep mentioning. But I'm still not sure if we should do that before or after your goodnight hairbrush spanking. What do you think?"

"M-my WHAT?"

To be continued...

(The End)