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A Boy's Big City Adventures
Part 1

by Y Lee Coyote

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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: 27 Aug 1997

This story is all the product of my imagination (i. e., totally fictional). Feedback greatly appreciated.

Tom was staring at him. T-Rex is very imposing. He is some 5 meters high, mouth agape and seeming to be running directly at you. He looks just like a giant roadrunner stripped to the bare bones and held together by shear will power. Tom, a native New Yorker, remembered how Rex used to be when he was a kid. Until the recent museum renovation of the dinosaurs exhibit, he was more like a skinned puppy -- begging and lifeless. But now Tom felt like food, er, like he WAS food. Food that was too terrified to run for safety from the huge hungry carnivorous lizard.

Kris was a visitor. This was his free day on his business trip; his first to the Big Apple: New York, New York! He was just absolutely thrilled at all the fossils. They are more than 90 % REAL -- not merely casts of stuff in other museums or paleontologists concocted beasts -- but the real McCoy. He came down from behind the Apatosaurus (formally the brontosaurus) and immediately mesmerized by T-Rex crashed directly into Tom.

Tom understood and they finished up the exhibit together. Kris was overwhelmed and as it got to closing they left together. It had been raining earlier, but now it was clearing and Tom lead Kris to the nearby Delacorte theater. They were in luck; the rain had kept the crowds away and there were tickets available for the Shakespeare in Central Park production of "Taming of the Shrew". With only a couple of hours before the show, Tom suggested that they eat al fresco, just as Zero Motel did in "The Producers". Kris was as ignorant as Gene Wilder was and thus was surprised when they stopped at the nearby hotdog vendor. This he took in stride but it was Belvedere Castle that was the bombshell. He was absolutely enthralled. An actual castle in the middle of Central Park in the heart of Manhattan. Not only did Kris love dinosaurs but he also loved castles; they were frequent setting for his fantasies.

The show was great. The players appeared to fly all over the set but the best part was certainly the treatment of Katharine's fundament. They both wished that it had been bared for energetic application of Petruchio's hand. At least, they both thought, her skirts had been lifted exposing her fancy under things. Tom had noticed how that stage spanking had excited Kris. He had even whispered that she deserved it.

After the show, they wandered through the heavily (for New York) forested Rambles and then back up to the castle. Kris was a little scared (like a little boy in the dark) for his guide book has left him with the impression that every subway car and every tree particularly in Central Park came equipped with a mugger/rapist/killer. He was ashamed to tell Tom of such fears and seem a baby for Tom obviously knew his way around. It was a most pleasant night and, as they looked out from the plaza over Turtle Pond, Kris talked of his fascinations -- both of castles and their dungeons and extinct reptiles. The castle was regrettably closed not only because it was night but because there was some renovations in progress. But Tom had his fantasies about castles too and was most fortunately associated with the contractor and thus had the key. Tom led Kris to the back door which opened into the lowest level of the castle, opened it and locked it securely behind them.

In the dark, Kris felt strangely captive in the heavy stone structure particularly after the walk through the 'forest' and being on the 'bluff over the water'. The only light was provided by a small flashlight that Tom had for the castle's electricity supply was being replaced. They soon found themselves on the roof. It was so easy to imagine being a prisoner; perhaps there were even Orcs keeping guard down below. The view, however, was magnificent: midtown to the south, Central Park West to the west, Fifth avenue to the east and Harlem in the far north. As they leaned on the parapet Tom's hand found its way to rest on Kris' denim covered bubble butt. It was not long before, seemingly by itself, it began to pat the tempting surface. Kris looked up at Tom with a shit-eating grin.

"You been a naughty boy today, young man. Crashing into people and knocking them over. No vegies in your dinner. Talking to strangers. And getting a hardon during the play. What do you have to say for yourself." And after a long silent pause, he continued: "Answer me, boy."

Kris took the cue and responded: "I'm sorry, dad, I've really tried to be good, honest; truly."

"You said that before, son, but you haven't kept your word; have you?" Kris shook head just a little. "You know what we agreed would happen if you slipped up again, son?" Tom punctuated this with a firm slap on the young man's behind. A second overt cue.

"Yes, I would be spanked." The young man said in a hesitating and fearful little boy's voice. The guide book induced fear was helping to put him in the role he craved but could never verbalize.

"And how?" Tom inquired further again punctuating the dialog with another slap on the willing bottom .

"Over your lap, dad," and after a long pause adding "with my pants down and on my bare hinny." It wasn't all that many years ago that it had happened.

Tom stepped into the stair tower and brought a chair out onto the roof. As he sat down he called to the young man. "Now's the time; if you wait it will be worse for you." Kris knew that it was time to receive his spanking. He knew it could not be put off more than a few seconds; after all the castle guard could be called. He moved to the seated man but as slowly as he dared. Then he opened and removed his belt and gave it to the man. He slowly unbuttoned his jeans and lowered them to his calves and lay down on the man's lap. He hoped, against hope, that he would be allowed to kept his briefs on. He knew better, but nothing ventured, nothing gained.

It was then wrong time to try. "This will cost you four strokes young man." snapped the older man in mock anger and punctuated it by snapping the waist band of the offending shorts. Kris stood up and pulled the shorts down. The young man was obviously not a boy. His fully developed equipment hung down from a thick bush of hair. But he was being treated as a boy, he felt like a boy and that was what mattered. Neither his college degree or job were of importance here and now.

As he resumed his position, he said softly: "Sorry, Sir. I should have known better." Although Tom couldn't see it Kris had a big smile on his face. He had planned to go to a bar in the Village in the hope of meeting someone like Tom -- a spanko daddy. His wrist watch beeped twice. Was this a dream? Would it all disappeared with him running down the hill after some white mice slipping on a smashed pumpkin? With the castle vanishing into the mist? Tom raised the belt and brought it down hard on the waiting ass. Kris yelped as he snapped out of his reverie and a red strip appeared across this butt.

Kris let himself escape completely. He was a little boy again. A naughty little boy being spanked by his father on his bare heinie. Soon he was crying and making little boy promises to be good always and forever. Tom feel the changes in Kris and dropped the belt. A hand was more appropriate for a little naughty boy than a belt. He let his hand feel that hot boy-butt as he spanked his boy.

When Tom decided that Kris had been spanked sufficiently, he stopped and just caressed the hot ass. It felt great to both of them. After a while Kris got up and sat on Tom's lap sobbing peacefully on his shoulder and the older man held him in a loving embrace for long time until he stopped crying.

"Thank you, Tom." Kris whispered into Tom's ear and kissed. "I been needing that for ever so long; I feel like I am an innocent boy again." He got a hug and kiss in return. They got up and Tom pickup Kris' backpack.

"What are you lugging around?" Tom asked noting how heavy the pack was.

"A souvenir for mom, two guide books and a new toilet kit because I forgot mine when I packed." the youth replied. And then added that he felt like stupid kid for forgetting his at home. Tom told him to strip and that he would be right back and went downstairs to get some things. In few minutes he made a couple of trips to get stuff and was back.

Together they arranged several drop cloths into a thick pad about 1x2 meters. Then Tom stripped down and they cuddled together for a while. Tom got a lubricated condom from his pocket and slipped it on. Then he slipped between the hot buns of his boy and deep into the hungry boy. The full moon watched happily as the pair coupled to a wonderful climax. After the spanking just being fucked made the youth come.

Still remaining the youth, Tom lowered the other's legs so that the youth was basically supine and his legs went around Tom. They could see the euphoria in each other's face. Tom reached for the backpack and pulled out the bag of sundries. There he found the razor and shaving cream he wanted. He spread the cream over the youth pubes and started to remove them with the razor. The youth was so content that he passively accepted all the man did. Every couple of minutes he rinsed the razor in the contain of water he had gotten earlier. When the youth was smooth he wiped him dry with the towels he had also gotten and powdered him with his own powder.

They lay together until the sunrise in each other's arms. As they walked through the park on the way for breakfast together the youth observed very happily to his newly found dad: "I saw the sunrise today as boy."

The end

ęCopyright A. I.L., August 22, 1997

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