A gay adult story: The Hardwoods: Kevin Learns to Love the Cock by DKPeter ,
Luke frames Kevin in order to get him to suck his cock.
JULY 13-15, 1973: KEVIN LEARNS TO LOVE THE COCK
This story is told from the perspective of thirteen year old Kevin Hardwood. His seventeen year old brother frames him which causes his father to spank him. Kevin gives into Luke’s demand to suck his cock so that he won’t continue to get him into trouble.
It was a hot summer day in the middle of July. I was cooling off in the backyard in the family pool. I had the entire pool to myself with my father away at work and my mother and sister visiting the neighbors. I lazily swam backstrokes around the pool enjoying the time that I had to myself.
My solitude was interrupted when I heard the patio door slide open. I glanced over and saw it was my big brother Luke in his bathing suit as well. He has been moping around the house lately ever since his girlfriend broke up with him. I was glad to see him finally getting out of the house. Well, mostly glad, he can be somewhat of a pain at times.
“Come on in, Luke,” I said calling out to him hoping to get him in one of his better moods. “The water is just perfect.” Luke jumped into the pool. “I’m glad to see you finally out of the house and enjoying the summer. I’m sorry about the break up.”
“Well, at least I had a girlfriend,” he shot back. “You’ve never even kissed a girl.”
“I have too!” I lied to him.
“Oh, yeah, like who?” Luke asked with a smug look on his face.
“Well …” I said fumbling for a name. Luke laughed at my uneasiness. “Well, fuck you!” I yelled at him. “Just because you’re not getting your dick sucked any more doesn’t mean you have to be such a fucking prick!”
“I can get my cock sucked any time I want to,” Luke said evenly.
“No girl would want to suck your dirty cock.”
“I wasn’t talking about any girl,” Luke said. “I was talking about I could get you to suck it for me any time I wanted.”
“I don’t suck cock. And I’m certainly not going to suck yours!”
“I bet I could make you suck it,” he said as he swam closer to me.
“Get away from me,” I screamed as I splashed water at him. I started to swim to the deck, but he was a stronger swimmer then I was. He grabbed me as I was screaming.
“Oh, come on, stop that now,” Luke said to me. “If you don’t suck it for me, I’ll make sure that dad gives you the spanking of a life time.” He let me go and got out of the pool. He stood in front of me with his wet swimming trunks clinging to his hardened cock. It was much bigger then mine and I couldn’t help but look at it.
“I’m going to my room,” he announced. “If you don’t come up there and suck me off you’re going to have one hot red bottom this weekend.” I watched as he went off, still slightly in shock. Part of me wanted to follow him and see what that cock looked like. Part of me just didn’t want to give in so easily to his demands.
As soon as he went into the house I got out of the pool and slowly made my way to the patio door. I opened it and went inside and up the stairs to our bedrooms. I stopped in the middle of the hall, if I went one way down the hall it would take me to his room. The other way would take me to my own room. I quickly decided to go to my own room and I slammed the door shut.
It wasn’t until just then that I noticed that I was hard myself. I slipped out of my wet trunks and slowly stroked my five inch cock. I was mad with myself that I was so turned on by him. Yet, the thought of his cock inside of his wet swimming trunks just wouldn’t go away. I laid on top of bed, still stocking myself. I closed my eyes imagining me actually sucking his cock. I picked up the pace and started to jack myself a bit faster. My cheeks were getting flush with excitement. My breathing started to grow more rapid and then I came. Hot, white semen gushed out of my cock and landed on my stomach. I laid there for a bit, panting as my cock began to soften up. I cursed myself again for being so turned on as I grabbed some tissue to clean up the mess I made.
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The next day was a Saturday. I so disliked Saturdays. Every Saturday right before bed, me and Luke get our deterrent spankings. Spankings that we get to stop us from doing bad things before they happen. If we are bad we get more spankings on top of the deterrent spankings, which are two swats with a paddle for each year you are old. I’m thirteen, so I get twenty-six of them, but Luke is seventeen, so he gets thirty-four. The deterrent spankings are always done in the spanking room downstairs, but discipline spankings can be done any where at any time.
It was early in the afternoon and my father, mother and sister were all out in the backyard. Luke was working at the ice cream shop, his current summer job. I wasn’t sure what my brother had planned to try to get me in trouble with our father, especially since he was going to be at work most of the day today. I thought it would be best if I wasn’t at home myself.
I went out outside and saw my mother in the garden weeding with my father. “Mom,” I called out getting her attention. “Is it okay if I go to the park?”
“That should be fine,” she answered. “Just as long as you are home by six.”
“Thanks, mom,” I shouted as I rushed to the garage to get my bike.
I biked down to the park and found some of my friends were there playing basketball. Even though I was very good at the game they allowed me to joined in with them. After a few games I decided to get back home. It was five thirty and I didn’t want to get home late and get myself in trouble.
As soon as I got into the front door I saw my mother standing there waiting for me. “Just where have you been all afternoon,” my mother asked.
“I went to the park,” I said with some confusion. “Don’t you remember I asked you if I could go?”
“I do remember. And you have been there all afternoon?” I nodded. “Are you sure?” My mother asked. That’s usually the line she uses to figure out if she should spank me herself and not just my father. I paused not knowing what to say until finally I just muttered, “maybe.”
“Maybe, huh?” she said. “Well, maybe you could explain this?” She held open her hand showing me five crushed cigarette butts. “I went up to your room because it smelled of smoke. I find these hidden in your trash can. You could have started a fire, young man! Not to mention you shouldn’t be smoking!”
“It was Luke, not me!” I blurted out.
“Don’t lie to me, Kevin. Luke has been at work all day today and he doesn’t get off until six.” She looked over at the clock, “and it is ten till six right now.”
I was even more confused now. I’m not sure how he did it, but he did. I should have just stayed here instead of going out. I didn’t know how to explain to her that it wasn’t me and that it was Luke. I didn’t want to tell her what happened yesterday because I was too embarrassed by it. I just couldn’t think of how he could have done it.
“But it was Luke,” I said meekly.
“Kevin Hardwood! You stop trying to blame someone else for what you’ve done!”