Happy Birthday, Hayden #3
Was Bubba gay? Funny how Hayden had never considered the possibility, despite all the thirsting he’d been doing over the guy.
It just seemed too good to be true—that Bubba would not only be gay but would want to look at his underdeveloped ass.
But the fact that Bubba wanted to look at his underdeveloped ass couldn’t be disputed, so he draped himself over Bubba’s lap and presented it.
“I have to pull down your pants,” Bubba said, like he was a doctor and this was a necessary part of the exam.
Hayden turned his face into the crook of his elbow, trying to hide how red it was getting, and mumbled, “Okay.”
Bubba slowly drew down the waistband of his track pants.
The fabric caught on Hayden’s dick, which was making a sizable mound in his jock again, and he lifted his hips so Bubba could slide his pants all the way off his ass and halfway down his legs where they bunched around his knees in a semi-constricting way.
“A jock, huh?” Bubba fingered one of the side straps, pulling lightly on the elastic. “I thought maybe you weren’t wearing anything under there. I could feel it. I’ll bet the swats sting more without any extra protection.”
“Probably.” It wasn’t like he’d ever been spanked any other way. Except that one time on the playground.
“The less that’s in the way, the more it hurts. See?” He slapped Hayden’s ass, right across the center of it. Hard. “Makes a better handprint too.” He laid down another smack, this one on Hayden’s right ass cheek. “Looks really good.”
“So there isn’t any damage?”
“Huh? Oh. No. Nothing that won’t heal. I guess you’re fine. Thanks for letting me check. It’s good to be sure.” Bubba reached down to the bunching of pants around Hayden’s knees and started to tug them back up.
The two of them were dancing around each other, pretending Bubba hadn’t gotten off on spanking him and he hadn’t gotten off on getting spanked. He wished Bubba would take charge and just start whaling on him, but he also understood why Bubba couldn’t do that.
“I guess I could’ve taken more then,” he said in a rush of breath.
Bubba paused in his effort to get Hayden’s pants back up over his ass. “A lot more, from the look of it. You’re hardly even red.”
“I’m not?” He tried to twist his head over his shoulder to check because he sure as hell felt red, but the angle was too awkward for him to see much other than the avidity with which Bubba was ogling his ass, underdeveloped or not.
“It could be a lot redder,” Bubba assured him.
Hayden swallowed. His dick was hard, and the way he was jammed up against Bubba told him Bubba’s was hard too. This was a real thing he could have. Not a hopeless fantasy or a shameful memory but for real.
“Then I guess you should do that.”
“Hayden?” Bubba was quiet for a moment, his hand stroking over Hayden’s ass, cupping his cheeks and twanging the elastic that framed them. “Are you sure?”
He didn’t answer with words, just shifted his body forward so his ass stuck up higher, right in Bubba’s face. Bubba sighed, a sound so contented it was better than sex, and then his hand came down and that was better than sex too.
The smacks stung and Hayden’s skin burned.
His ass felt blistered and raw as Bubba peppered it over and over, the slap of flesh against flesh resounding through the small room, backed by the sound of Bubba grunting as he put his whole arm into it.
Hayden alternately squeaked and moaned as he was torn between pain and arousal until so many endorphins flooded his body that he began to float.
He hardly knew where he was except that his hard, hard cock was rubbing against Bubba’s hard, hard thigh and his entire body burned with the need to come.
He ejaculated with a roar, spurting onto the floor because his cock had long since found its way out of the jock, arching his back so sharply he almost levitated off Bubba’s lap and then sinking back onto it in a puddle of happy goo.
His cock hung limp and soggy between his legs and his eyes were wet because somewhere in there he’d started crying.
He was a little embarrassed by it all—the unbridled climax, the pitiful sobbing—but Bubba flipped him over and pulled him up and cradled him with hugs and kisses until his tears dried up and embarrassment gave way to contentment.
“I should do something for you,” he offered.
“You already did. I never came so hard in my life, with you squirming all over my dick and your bright red ass in my face.”
“It’s red now?”
“Like a tomato. The most gorgeous ass I’ve ever seen. Thanks, Hayden. And happy birthday.”
Hayden laughed. Happy birthday indeed.
“I guess a good kid like you ought to get taken care of even when it’s not his birthday. It doesn’t have to be a special day for a special treat.”
“You mean cake?” Hayden asked with a grin.
“Little shit.” Bubba gave him a head noogie then wrestled him down onto the bed and wrapped him up in a bear hug. “Wanna be my little shit, Hayden?”
Hayden nodded. Because that was exactly what he wanted to be.
~~The End~~