|by Paul Lewis|
Copyright on this story text belongs at all times to the original author only, whether stated explicitly in the text or not. The original date of posting to the MMSA was: 31 May 2017
Growing Pains Episode 4: Jonathan discovers himself.
This story is a continuation of the
Growing Pains series, the last episode of which
(Cousins Together) was posted in February 2016. Although it has been over a year since that story was
produced, this one follows on directly from it. To maintain continuity, it may be best if readers re-acquaint
themselves with earlier episodes before reading this one.
Bright sunlight was streaming through the gap in their bedroom curtains as the two cousins, one now nearly fourteen and the other, fifteen and a half, were stretching and yawning, stirring in their beds, coming alive to the new day.
Although the long school summer holidays had only just begun, the irrepressible and outgoing Jonathan had already made himself a hit with Marc’s 14-year-old school-mates; the previous day, two of them, the twin brothers David and Anthony, had come round to the house and the four boys had headed off on their bikes for a long day out in the hills and dales of the surrounding countryside that lay not far outside the little town where they lived. With his basic enthusiasm and lively sense of humour Jonathan could get the younger lads organized and motivated and they had begun to look to him as their natural leader.
Marc’s father Neil, had left for work half an hour earlier, on the way dropping off his wife at the doctor’s surgery, where she had recently taken a job as receptionist and he expected to be away until late that evening. His wife, too, would not be back until fairly late, as she had arranged to meet a friend after work and have supper together. Things had been left prepared for the boys and they were both happy to leave the lads to fend for themselves for the day, knowing that they were intending to meet up with the twins once again and would be off out and about, pursuing their own ploys.
The cousins had been scarcely able to contain their delight, when they found that they were to be left to their own devices from first thing in the morning until at least 9.00 or 10.00 pm, an arrangement that suited them perfectly. Not only did it allow for all sorts of enjoyable activities during the day, unencumbered by adult restrictions, it meant also that they had complete privacy for the even more enjoyable bedroom fun with which, since Jonathan’s arrival, they had been experimenting frequently.
Jonathan’s initial boast that he always wanked off at least twice a day, and more if he could, had been proven spectacularly over the last three days and Marc, who initially, had shown a certain diffidence, was now just as enthusiastic as his older cousin for this, a growing boy’s favourite activity.
It was not very long at all, before Marc became aware of a steady, rhythmic squeaking emanating from his cousin’s bed a couple of feet away. Grinning to himself, he opened his eyes properly and turned on his side, to be greeted by what, over the last few days, had become a familiar sight.
Jonathan, unselfconscious as ever, had flung back his bedclothes and slithered out of his boxer shorts to lie naked, face-down and eyes closed, bent over his two pillows which he had shifted down to the middle of the bed, his bare arse thrust up in the air. His firm, well-rounded buttocks, now fully recovered from the monumental spanking he had received three days earlier, were, once more, pristine white with their light sprinkling of small freckles. The ginger lad’s backside rose and fell and he sighed gently as he slowly but firmly thrust his rampant penis back and forth against the yielding pillows.
Quietly, Marc enjoyed the view for a few moments, his own cock quickly stirring and stiffening as he watched his cousin’s naked bottom steadily pounding away. Suddenly, unable to contain himself, he chuckled out loud and, realising he was awake, Jonathan turned his head to glance over at the younger boy.
Hey, Squirt, will you smack my bum?
Marc looked at him, surprised.
Jeez, Jonno, didn’t you get enough arse-tanning from Dad the other
Well... yeah, it stung like fuck at the time but, after things settled down a bit to a warm glow
and we’d played about afterwards, I got to thinking that it was the first time I’d ever really been spanked
properly and I actually found it a real turn-on, in a funny sort of way.
Marc nodded slowly.
Yeah, know what you mean. I always get a hard-on when I’ve been spanked too.
Anyway, Jonathan continued,
I’ve been fantasizing over it ever since and now I’m rock-hard,
gaggin’ for another spanking!
OK then, but I won’t be able to smack as hard as Dad. How do you want to do it?
The red-head considered a moment.
Well, if you come over here and stand over me, you can give
my arse a really good smacking.
OK, Jonno, let’s give it a go. Marc sat up and got out of bed, his own four-and-a-half inch
cock jutting stiffly from its very light sprinkling of blond pubes. Jonathan chuckled at the sight.
Like the view, eh, Squirt?
You’re really bad, Jonno and you’re dead right – you definitely
need a good spanking!
He gazed down at his cousin’s bare backside, the pert, muscular globes an unblemished creamy white apart from their light sprinkling of tiny golden freckles. As he had positioned himself over the pillows, Jonathan’s thighs were slightly parted, revealing his tight balls and hinting at the secrets of his long, deep crack. The younger boy’s prick stiffened even more, standing almost vertically and pressing against his stomach muscles.
Placing his left hand in the small of his cousin’s back, Marc raised his right and brought it down
hard with a sharp slap on the red-head’s right cheek. Jonathan giggled and wriggled his buttocks.
That the best you can do, Squirt? he demanded.
Right! You’ve asked for it! exclaimed Marc as he started to spank as hard as he could. Very
soon, Jonathan was pumping away again strongly, arse heaving up and down with his powerful thrusts. From
their original milky white, his mounds rapidly became a hot pink under the steady rain of sharp smacks.
Marc smacked faster and Jonathan started to buck and twist, his hips thrusting in time with the sharp
slaps and his moans becoming louder. Suddenly, his buttocks clenched tightly and his prick jerked and
kicked as thick white spunk jetted from it in spurt after spurt onto the thick wad of toilet paper he
had laid out on the bed sheet in front of him.
Ahhhhhh! he moaned,
that was soooo good!
After his spectacular climax, Jonathan’s body flopped, exhausted, eyes closed, breathing hard. Marc
Jeez, Jonno, I can’t believe how much spunk you’ve got. No matter how often you do
it, there’s always more!
Jonathan opened his eyes and grinned at Marc.
Feel these balls, Cuz! he spread his thighs
wide and lifted his arse as his cousin’s hand moved down between his legs to grasp them,
are like that, you’ll be spurting gallons too! Marc laughed. Jonathan’s testicles, like the rest of
his equipment, were impressive. Large and heavy, they now hung loosely, waiting to recharge.
After a moment to get his breath back, Jonathan looked round again at his still-rampant younger cousin.
Want me to return the compliment, Cuz? he asked with a wicked grin.
What do you mean, give me a spanking? asked Marc.
Sure! I’ll sit on the side of the bed and turn you over my knee, just like your Dad does. It’ll
be a first for us and, from the state of that cock, I’m guessing it won’t be long before it goes off with
a big bang! Don’t worry, I won’t lay it on too hard!
Marc laughed out loud at that.
You couldn’t spank any harder than my Dad does! OK then Mate, you’re
on! Let’s do it!
Grinning broadly, Jonathan heaved himself up and off the bed, and as he did so, presented his cousin with a fine view of his red buttocks and big, teenage cock in its nest of bright ginger pubes. Marc noticed that, although not fully stiff, the 15-year-old’s penis was already showing definite sign of recovering its former vigour despite its recent splendid discharge.
The ginger lad seated himself on the side of the bed and motioned the smaller boy to his side. Marc stepped round, standing to his cousin’s right, then draped himself over the bare thighs, his stiff prick pushing against Jonathan’s leg. His cousin grasped him under the hips and shifted him slightly forward, so that his feet were just off the floor and his blond hair almost brushing the carpet on the other side. His bottom, naturally, was now sticking straight upwards, giving the older boy an excellent view of the pending target area.
Unlike himself, with pale skin was a uniform milky white from top to toe, Jonathan now had a grandstand view of the younger lad’s tan marks, his back, legs and thighs a smooth golden brown, with the pert, upthrust buttocks a contrasting unblemished white. He rubbed his hand appreciatively over the smooth mounds, his cock stiffening in response and Marc giggled, as he felt its head begin to push up against his stomach.
Shit, Jonno, you don’t waste much time!
No, and I’m not going to waste any more – your white bits are soon going to be red,
So saying, he raised his hand and brought it down smack! on the crown of Marc’s naked arse. His cousin giggled and squirmed and Jonathan had the satisfaction of seeing his thighs part a little, revealing the neat, tight balls between them.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Jonathan’s large hand was covering Marc’s backside comprehensively, with a swift succession of hard smacks, all over his bottom from one cheek to the other, up and down, from thighs to crown and back again, rapidly converting formerly white areas to a satisfyingly bright scarlet.
Before long, the younger boy’s squirming became more pronounced and he began to buck and bounce strongly on his cousin’s lap, legs kicking and presenting Jonathan with a full-on view that had been familiar to his father for some time – his tight pink anus and rear of his firm, hairless balls. Looking down at Marc’s fully-revealed and most intimate areas, Jonathan’s already semi-hard prick sprang to full and rigid attention. The younger boy’s bucking and squirming now brought their erect penises into full contact and Marc gasped as he felt their steely hardness press together.
Bracing himself against the carpet with both hands, Marc began to thrust powerfully back and forth in time with the smacks, just as Jonathan had done earlier. His gasps and moans intensified until, suddenly, his cock bucked and jerked and he exploded in one of the most passionate orgasms he had ever had in his young life. Spurts of hot, thin spunk jetted over Jonathan’s thighs and balls, saturating both blond and ginger pubes. Finally he collapsed, drained and exhausted over the older boy’s lap, hot red bottom glowing warmly.
Wow, Squirt! That was quite something. I’d say we’ve both really needed that
for a long time! Marc turned his head and grinned back.
No kidding, Jonno! That was just epic!
With Marc still on full display and unable to resist the temptation, Jonathan reached down between the spread thighs and began massaging his cousin’s balls with one hand whilst, with the other, ran a couple of fingers up and down the warm crack, as Marc sighed in appreciation. Viewing the young blond lad straight from the rear and still rampant as he was, Jonathan felt he was ready to ejaculate again. He rubbed Marc’s hot buttocks and gently lifted him by the shoulder.
Stand up, Cuz, there’s still something here I need to deal with!
Marc twisted off Jonathan’s knees and stood up, grinning at his cousin’s new erection, standing up
proudly from its ginger nest. He grasped it firmly, marvelling at just how hard those six-and-a-half inches
No, not like that this time, The ginger lad grabbed his pillows from where they still
lay in the centre of his bead and repositioned them along the edge, one atop the other.
Now, get yourself over those! No, not for another spanking, he added, in response to the questioning
look Marc shot at him.
It’s another way of dealing with this, he indicated his quivering rod.
With a slight shrug and a grin, Marc turned himself over the pillows, resting his hips comfortably so that his arse, once again, was pointing skywards. Then he gasped, as he felt the hot length of his cousin’s erect cock slide into his crack. With his chest resting against Marc’s back, his groin against the hot, scarlet globes, and arms pressed down either side, the ginger lad started to thrust steadily back and forth. The younger boy moaned slightly and his buttocks clenched involuntarily, as the stiff length rubbed up and down his cleft from top to bottom. Then he relaxed, finding he was enjoying this, yet another new experience.
Getting into his stride, Jonathan picked up speed and began to thrust harder, at the lower end of each stroke his bell-end rubbing against the younger lad’s tight hole. As his cousin’s penis found his most intimate spot, Marc gasped and moaned, wriggling his buttocks and beginning to thrust back to meet the rhythmic strokes.
Mmmm! Ahhh! Ohhhhhh-ohhhhhhh! Jonathan’s moans and gasps reached a crescendo as, with a final
strong thrust, Marc felt the older boy’s cock jerk time after time as hot spunk erupted from it, spurting
over his red buttocks and dribbling down his crack and over his hole and balls. Then Jonathan’s weight
collapsed on top of him, knocking all the air out of his lungs with a startled
After recovering his breath, Jonathan heaved himself off his cousin and stood up. He gave Marc a
sharp smack on the bottom.
Come on Squirt, we’d best go get cleaned up. It’s nearly half-nine now and
we’re meeting the others in about an hour.
OK, Marc stood and grinned at him.
Might as well go in the shower together, then... speed
things up a bit!
Another of the other plus-points of having the house to themselves was that, as the boys had noticed, they were quite at liberty to wander around stark naked, from bedroom to bathroom and back and this they now did, two pairs of rosy-red buttocks following each other across the upstairs landing.
Three quarters of an hour later, they locked the front door, grabbed their bikes from around the side of the house and headed off to meet the twins. They had cycled about half the distance to their friends’ home when they saw the other boys heading towards them.
David and Anthony were about as identical as it is possible for twins to be. They were very slightly older than Marc, just short of their fourteenth birthday and were tall, slim and sporty. They had darkly handsome looks, with almost black hair that fell in a wave over their foreheads and piercing blue eyes in a light olive complexion. Their ancestry was, Marc had been told, Irish Celtic although they had no trace of the Irish brogue in their speech.
Hi Guys! he called out, what’d’you want to do? ’
After a quick discussion, the gang decided first to buy some snacks from the local general store, then ride out of town and up into the hills. The twins had brought a football and Marc and Jonathan an Aerobie and they all eagerly anticipated getting away from the town and out into the surrounding dales.
As they left the general store, Jonathan gave Marc a slight nudge.
Hey, Cuz, did you see they
got some vodka in there?
Vodka! So what? Do you even like it? There’s no way we can buy it in any case.
Jonathan grinned conspiratorially.
Oh yes there is, Squirt! From his pocket, he extracted
an I.D. card and showed it to Marc. It carried a small photograph of a boy who looked somewhat like Jonathan
though a bit older and whose name was Brendan Marchant, aged 18. Marc gaped at it.
Where the fuck did you get this, Jonno?
Picked it up in a corridor at school last term, replied his cousin.
Obviously this guy
lost it but he can easily get another. I thought it might come in useful, though.
Marc shook his head.
He looks older than you...
Doesn’t matter. He’s got ginger hair and light skin – that’s all they ever look at...
Oh – and the age of course. Don’t worry, Squirt, I’ve used it before and i