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With a Little Bit of Help From My Friends

by Y Lee Coyote

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: 04 Mar 2001

The following story is fiction.  It contains scenes of spanking and teen sex.  If such subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i. e., child) please leave now.  A reality check -- in this story I have taken more than the usual liberties with the motivation and logical consistency of some of the characters in the interest of having a better story.  Also, my characters don't have to worry about diseases like people in the real world must.

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The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including constructive criticism, and suggestions.


Sean thought a lot of himself.  At fifteen he thought he was the Creator's gift to the planet if not the entire universe.  In reality he was not; at school he was neither a jock nor a nerd and was not really part of any friendship group.  He did, however, talk with the best of them about his sexual prowess but in reality his experiences had bee nonexistent except in his dreams.  His frequent (wet) dreams were always about Pietr; literally the boy next door who was a couple of years younger.  For whatever reason, he was totally hung up on Pietr and particularly his cute tight butt.  Whenever Sean's sheets were stained you could be certain that he had been fantasying about ramming his cock into Pietr's butt.  Unfortunately, Sean did not have the balls to even talk with Pietr much less get close enough grope him.

Sean's mother was not able to help her son.  With his father far, far away and years behind in the support payments, she had to work full time.  She was surprised when she told him to arrange to stay with a friend while she was on a business trip that he wanted to stay home.  "I'm not a baby and can take care of myself." he declared firmly.  A couple of days later she, reluctantly, agreed that he could stay home with Chuck.  Chuck was the seventeen year old son of a business associate and Sean's friend.  He was well thought of by all and mom thought he would be a very good influence on young Sean.  He had skipped his senior year of high school and was going to the local collage.

When Chuck was over for dinner to discuss things, such as rules, he carefully assured Mrs. Burns that all will be well -- after all they are not in the wilderness.  "Besides if Sean acts like a naughty boy I'll spank him -- hard like a naughty boy needs to be."

All had a good laugh at that.  That is until his mother said: "That would probably do him a lot of good, Chuck.  I use to spank him until he was twelve ..."

A very red face Sean interrupted with a whining: "Mother, plea-se."

His mother continued: "... when he got too big for me to handle.  It was always effective.  He really hated it when I would pull down his pants and Captain Hero briefs and turn his bottom bright red.  He would always cry.  But he was a good boy after that; for a while."


The first couple of days were very peaceful.  Both youths were experimenting with the new freedoms of living without an adult about and still stayed well within the rules.  The third evening (Tuesday) Sean declared that he did not have any homework and spent the evening in front of the TV.  Chuck did his own homework.

In the morning, Sean said he was sick and would stay home.  Chuck gave him a very skeptical look and went into the bathroom only to return with a thermometer which already had a glob of Vaseline on the bulb.  Sean, as might be expected, began to protest immediately but Chuck would not have any of such nonsense.  "Turn over now or else, young man." he ordered very sternly.  Sean continued to protest so Chuck just grabbed an arm and pulled hard.  Seconds later Sean was stretched across Chuck's lap with his arm twisted behind his back and his morning hard-on embarrassingly pressed between his own stomach and Chuck's thigh.  "Be still boy.  You don't want this thing to break in your stupid butt.  I had expected that you would have been man enough to do this yourself."

Sean got the message and stopped resisting.  Chuck spread his cheeks and eased the thermometer into the unwilling hole.  Sean now knew for certain that although he was too big for his mother to handle, Chuck was a different matter.  Although only a couple of inches taller, he was much heavier and stronger.  For the lack of anything else to do except lecturing his young friend, all Chuck had to do was twirl the invasive instrument.  Sean was wishing that he has just taken the horrid thing and stuck it in himself.  He was also beginning to realize that Chuck was taking his assignment very seriously.  When he pulled the thermometer out he saw that the mercury column was exactly lined up with the normal arrow.

He placed the thermometer on the night stand and twisted Sean's arm behind his back again.  "It's normal, Sean.  I don't know why you're faking things but there a price to pay."  With that he brought his hand down hard on Sean butt.  Before Sean could yell, Chuck had raised his hand and lowered it on the other check.  Chuck was really annoyed and spanked hard and fast.  Soon Sean's butt was bright red and he was crying like a little boy.  Sean realized this was not his mother's spanking.  "Shower, dress and be at the table in ten minutes or you'll get another spanking, boy.  NOW, MOVE IT!"  Sean did as he was told and was at the table with his books in just nine minutes.  He ate his breakfast standing up.  He stood on the school bus also.

He had no choice but to sit in class but he was not happy about it.  His butt still burnt from the spanking he had gotten.  Little did he know that the day would get worse.  When he went to his 3-4 period class he discovered that he did not have his gym shorts.  He put on his jockstrap and then pulled his loose fitting jeans back on.  He would have hidden in the locker room but one of the assistants was watching.  As he walked out into the gym, Mr. Kotopoulos roared:  "BURNS what the hell are you wearing."

"I forgot my shorts, Sir."

"Get those jeans off now."  Sean hesitated but the teacher was impatient.  "Now, Burns.  Here and now!"  As everyone watched Sean slowly removed his jeans, the teacher continued: "And you better have your jock on."  Then Sean started for his usual place but the teacher had noticed his glowing tail.  "No, Apple Butt, front and center."  As his classmates watched Sean during the warm up calisthenics they each realized that there was but one reason that his butt, now nicely framed by the straps of his jock, was rosy red -- he had been spanked.  For all that teen boys hate to be spanked and particularly to have it known it is equally wonderful to know unequivocally that someone else still gets spanked.  To know that someone else is still a little baby boy.  Throughout the entire period, Sean was the target of many slaps on his ass of encouragement and permanently acquired a new nickname thanks to the teacher's initial use of the appellation: Apple Butt.

Apple Butt was spared much teasing in the locket room and shower thanks to the schools strict policy and careful monitoring by the assistant instructors.  He did not fair as well in the lunch room as his new name and the reason for it was quickly spread through the entire student body.  He assumed that every snicker and giggle was about him although they were not.

Sean was glad when he reached the safety of his next class.  It was not as secure as he had expected for he had forgotten this was the class for which he did not do his homework for and why he tried to feign illness this morning.  Mr. Nononsense immediately gave him a detention.  Sean though that might be a good thing since it would keep him from his classmates and their horrid teasing.

The unlucky teacher assigned detention duty this day was Mr. Kotopoulos.  He just smiled rather than to erase the graffiti which labeled a corner as: "Reserved for Apple Butt".  Not only was Sean the last to appear in the detention room he did it after the bell.

"Burns this sure is not your day.  You did not have your shorts, you got a detention and now you're tardy.  You need something extra for that.  A century ago, I could have paddled your already spanked butt." he paused with a sigh "Your classmates have reserved you a special place.  Just stand in YOUR corner.  You probably can't sit comfortably anyway."

"Yes, Sir."  Sean walked over to the corner and stood facing out.

"No, face the other way, Apple Butt."  Sean turned around.  "And drop your jeans so you can cool off."  This was too much for the other students and the there was general laughter which, to the surprise of the other detainees, Mr. Kotopoulos did not suppress.  Reluctantly Sean let his jeans down exposing his tightie-whities.  By now the teacher was right behind him and grabbed the brief's waist band and pulled then them down below his still red butt.  Partway through the hour Sean understood the constant giggling he had been hearing -- there were some girls in detention this day.  Now he did not dare to turn around.  It was a very long hour.  Well, it was a very long hour for Sean but short for the others.

He was diligently doing his homework when Chuck got home.  It was only at supper that they got to talk.  Sean told what a miserable day he had.  Chuck was sympathetic but explained that there are consequences to things and that he was very disappointed that Sean had lied about not having homework the previous night and about being sick this morning.  "We will discuss this after you finish your homework, boy."  Sean was hurt by the diminutive pronoun.

"I'm very disappointed with you Sean.  You evaded your responsibilities and lied to me last night and compounded it all this morning by faking being sick.  You're not behaving like a young man but like a little boy.  I'm afraid that I'm going to have treat you like one from now on; until you grow up a lot.  That spanking this morning was for faking.  Now you are going have to pay for last night."  With this Chuck led his naked charge to the bathtub.  There he picked up his hair trimmer and took hold of Sean cock.  "Since you don't act like a man, you don't deserve to have this manfur, boy."

A horrified Sean immediately pleaded for another chance, but Chuck was not willing to listen to his begging.  As he clipped the first growth pubes he said: "You're even begging like a boy."  After that Sean was silent as he watched his little bush disappear.  The Chuck took out the shaving cream and covered the entire area.  He then handed Sean a safety razor.  With tear filled eyes he did what Chuck directed for he correctly sensed refusal would mean more punishment.  Any hopes that he might get his hair back soon were dashed when Chuck told him that he was to shave every other day until he earned to right to have pubes.

As Sean started to shower, Chuck decided to join him.  As they washed together and even soaped each other, Sean felt even more boyish that close to his hairy friend.  Having just lost his own small bush, he was extremely enthralled by Chuck's far bigger, thick and heavy one.  The fascination of Sean and having been so dominating Chuck's Little Mate showed interest.  With Chuck's shaft fully rampant, Sean was even more attracted to his babysitter.  When Chuck pressed his shoulders down he quickly dropped to his knees and willingly gave his first blow job.  Of course, Chuck had to give him a lot of directions in exactly what to do.  Sean, no longer a total virgin, slept well that night and did not dream of Pietr.

In the morning, Chuck ordered Sean to his knees for another blow job and then ordered him to get ready for school.  This would become a regular morning ritual.

That afternoon Chuck and Pietr met, by chance, in the market and talked.  Chuck soon realized that Pietr was quite mature and definitely not naive.  He knew that Chuck was Sean's "babysitter" from hearing his mother talking with Sean's but felt that Sean should be grown up enough at fifteen to be alone.  He boasted that he had been left alone for a few days several times by his parents.  He also had noticed that Sean was always eyeing his butt but never had the balls to do anything.

"Sean is very shy and not very grown up." Chuck told him.

"I noticed that.  Are you interested in my butt like he is?"

"Nothing personal but, sorry, you're to young for me."

"Good; I like more submissive guys. Anyway, I know that I can take Sean but I'm not sure about you."  He paused a minute and added: "It would be extra fun turning the tables on him too."

By the time they walked home, Chuck had invited Pietr to dinner the next night.  Pietr accepted subject to parental approval.

Sean managed to survive gym by changing very fast and skipping showering.  He was not happy that next week he would be in swim class and there would not be any concealment there.

Sean managed to put all his cares aside at dinner.  First of all Pietr was there, second, a whole school week had passed without any problems that mom needed to be told about and, three, the house was still standing.  The guys got to know each other at dinner and then went into the family room to watch some movie.  It was not a good choice for it was about college kids running amok with sex and drink.

Sean went to the liquor cabinet and grabbed a bottle and took a big swig.  Then he came over and offered the bottle to Pietr and then to Chuck.  Both were horrified and yelled at him to return the bottle which, intimidated, he did.  "Were all too young to drink and you're betraying a trust." lectured Chuck, "My dad would whip my butt so that I couldn't sit for a month for a stunt like that."

"So would mine and you're trying to corrupt a minor too." said Pietr.  Sean was dumbfounded.  "His mommy was right that he needs a babysitter even at his age." sneered Pietr, "He does definitely needs a spanking."  With that Pietr jumped up from the coach, grabbed Sean, yanked open his jeans and pulled them down.  "He even wears tightie-whites like a little boy."  Then he pulled those down.  "And he's hairless as a boy too." he chucked seeing Sean's bald pubes.

By now he had sat back down on the couch and pulled the overwhelmed fifteen year old across his lap and started to spank him.  Chuck in the easy chair had leaned back, opened his fly and was enjoying the show.  As Pietr's hand prints began to merge into a crimson blush Sean realized that he was being spanked by his thirteen year old neighbor as if he was just a little boy with the tacit approval of Chuck and, worse, it really hurt, for he was yelling and about to cry.  Nor could he free himself from the iron like grip he was in.  As Pietr spanked the older teen, he was lecturing him about the evils of drink and how his fifteen year old cousin got drunk and went out into traffic and was killed last year.

Soon Sean was bawling and completely out of control and Chuck told Pietr to stop.  When he was freed, Sean ran to Chuck who kept him on his knees and held him for a while.  When Sean stopped crying, he pushed him down on his erect dick and Sean suckled for sometime.  Chuck was not in any hurry to cum and kept this going for quite a while before he blasted his load down Sean's throat.

Pietr was having his own problems.  He was greatly aroused from being aggressive, spanking Sean and seeing that bright red rump stuck up in the air wiggling like that of a baboon bitch in heat.  'I need some lube.' he though and then dashed to the lavatory.  He got the soap dispenser and started to coat his rampant cock as he returned to the family room.  After Chuck had cum and Sean was just nuzzling his crotch and being stimulated by his musk, Pietr went for the tempting hole.  He was not patient but considerately put a squirt of soap on it before he rammed in his hard fuck rod.  He got a tight grip on Sean hips and fucked hard until he quickly came.  Then, remaining hard, he continued to fuck until he came a second time.

Even though it was practically rape, Sean could not help cumming.  He was aroused by Chuck's musk, his long time dreams of Pietr, the stimulation of the spanking and, of course, the hard pounding on his prostate.

Sean was relegated to a corner and the other two began to discuss