Those were the days

Me Mark and Brian play school during the long school holidays in England during the 1970’s.

Growing up in the early 1970’s meant that in the school holidays we had to get out of the house and find something to do. No all day telly, video games or the internet to keep us entertained. So I would go out and hang out with the other kids of my age.

I lived in a big town in North West England in a street with early 20th Century semi-detached houses which backed on to one of the local parks. I would play football, cricket, hide & seek and bike riding up and down the road and in the park. I’d go out early and come home in time for dinner.

When I was about 11 yo, some new boys moved into the house on the corner of our street. They were both from the big city. One was called Brian, who was about 15 and the other called Mark who was 12. They were really into sport and got into the cricket and football games big time.

When it was raining too heavily, we would go to my house or theirs and listen to music or play board games. It rained a lot.

One rainy day, the three of us were in Brian and Mark’s house up in Mark’s bedroom. Mark and I had been playing table football when Brian came in and asked if we wanted to play something else. We were up for that so Brian suggested we pretend we were at school and he would be the teacher and ask us questions. Seemed OK to me, I liked quizzes and Mark was up for it.

At first the questions were easy and both of us had no trouble answering. For me they were on subjects and topics I had covered in school. After a while the questions go harder until they reached a point that I didn’t know the answers. Mark was still answering confidently which I guess was because he was older than me and was at least one school year ahead.

After several questions had stumped me, Brian looked at me with a stern look on his face and said “Adrian, come out to the front of the class” which meant standing up from Marks bed where we had been sitting and moving across the room. He said to me “I am very disappointed that you have not done your homework and don’t know the answers to these simple questions, I’m going to have to punish you”. I laughed and asked him what he was on about. He said “Bend over you are going to be punished” and he produced a big flexible Perspex ruler. Laughing, I bent over and he walked me across the seat of me jeans. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough so I felt it. I went back to sitting on the bed, roaring with laughter and saw that Mark was laughing too.

Brian kept the stern look on his face and said “Adrian, I am going to ask you some more questions and if you don’t get them right, I am going to punish you again”. OK I said, still laughing.

Three more questions came, I answered the first one correctly but the last one, a geography question, I had no clue and said so. Immediately Brian told me to come out again. So I bent over ready for another swat on the pants. “Oh no, Brian said, those jeans are too thick, you barely even felt that last whack, I want you to drop your jeans and bend over”. I wasn’t up for that. “No way”, I said to him. “Well it’s either that or you can go home and play on your own” said Brian. Well I didn’t really want to go home because I’d get given chores to do or I would be bored, so reluctantly I unbuttoned my jeans and Brian pulled them down to my ankles and lifted up my t-shirt and told me to hold it there. I felt a bit funny standing there in my y-front underpants and both Brian and Mark staring at me. I was still laughing, and so was Mark, but I was feeling a little uneasy. Brian didn’t bother to bend me over, he just gave me 3 or 4 whacks across the back of my underpants whilst I was standing there and told me to pull them up and go and sit down.

He turned his attention to Mark who started to get questions wrong. He got similar treatment to me. First a whack across his jeans, and then on his underpants. Brian continued to question Mark, who stumbled again over the answers. This time whilst Mark was standing there with his jeans around his ankles and his shirts held up, Brian went behind him and pulled down his underpants. He was stood there practically naked for all to see. He quickly put his hands in front of his tackle, but Brian made him remove his hands and lift up his shirts again.

There then followed 6 hard whacks across Marks bare bottom. Mark didn’t flinch but his cock seemed to go from flaccid to semi-hard. I was starting to get hard myself as I dont think I had seen anyone else quite so undressed. I must have been staring and smiling because Brian said that I should come out and drop my jeans again. Mark went and sat down and I lowered my jeans and lifted up my shirt. Sure enough Brian went behind me and pulled down my underpants. However my cock had gone full hard and it sprang out of my pants and stood tall and proud sticking out in front of me.

Mark stared right at my cock, which made if harder if that were possible. The fact that two other boys were staring at me practically naked turned me on big tome – something I didn’t expect. Brian walked around in front of me and started tapping my cock with his ruler. “What’s going on here” he said. He grabbed my cock and started wanking me very fast and hard. I pulled away because, when I wanked myself I was much gentler and slower. Brian turned his attention to my bottom, “Your bum is starting to get a bit red” he said, let’s see if we can make it a bit redder. With that he delivered several very hard whacks across my bare ass cheeks. I could feel my ass wobbling and stinging after each swot. “Now it’s red raw” Brian said grinning. Despite the pain, I hadn’t lost my erection and had difficulty getting it back in my pants in order to button up and zip up.

Brian pushed firing questions at me, none of which I could answer. He wanted me to come out and get another set of whacks with the ruler on my bare bottom. I wasnt up for that and refused. It was starting to hurt too much and I told him I didn’t want to play anymore. He told me I could go home and I said “Fine” and got up to leave.

“Wait a minute” said Brian, “did I really hurt you”? “Yes” I said, my arse is stinging”. “I’m so sorry” he said “your bum looked great everytime I whacked it. I was fascinated by the way it rippled each time”. “Can I have a look to make sure I haven’t done any damage: he said. “You are not going to get my kex down and then whack me anyway are you” I said. “No’ he promised.

So I cautiously pulled down my jeans and underpants. My cock was still rock hard which surprised me. “Lie face down on the bed and I’ll have a look” Brian said. I did so and both Brian and Mark gathered round and started prodding and poking my buttocks with their fingers and running the [palms of their hands across my cheeks. I could feel the cold air on my exposed bottom and it felt good.

Brian said “ your poor bum is indeed very red, but the sin is not broken and there are no blisters”. “It still hurts a bit” I said. “I think I know how we can make it better” he said. He stripped naked and jumped on the bed. I was stunned, his cock was huge and hairy. My self and Mark had a few downy wisps of hair on us, but he was full on black pubes – which I had never seen before.

He straddled me and lowered himself until his cock was touching my rapidly cooling arse cheeks. His cock felt like a red hot poker on my arse and he began pressing down harder so that my ass cheeks engulfed his cock. Then he started pumping his cock up and down my ass crack and moving all over my cheeks. He was groaning and clearly enjoying himself. I was getting quite excited myself, but couldnt move to grab my own cock because he was pressing me into the bed so hard.

After a few minutes, he went all stiff and I felt his hot liquid shoot right up my back.

I didn’t have time to figure out if he had pissed upo my back because he got off and Mark got on and started doing the same thing. Whereas Brian had used my ass cheeks, Mark seemed to be trying to put his dick between my legs and at one point I thought he was going to put it in my arsehole. But he didn’t. He positioned his dick so it was poking through my legs and the top of it was rubbing my balls. He then asked me to close my legs tight and began pumping his trapped cock between my legs. He didn’t last very long until he went stiff, stopped pumping, but I could feel his cock pulsating against my legs and balls. No liquid came out though.

Mark got off me and lay face down on the bed. “Do you want a go” he said. So I climbed on top of him and pressed my burning cock onto his freezing cold ass checks, It felt amazing. I pressed my coc into his ass crack and humped him for all I was worth. I didn’t last long. An orgasm, much more intense than any I had by myself, flooded through my body and my dick pulsed and jerked all over Marks Lilly white arse. It was amazing,

It was then I thought to ask Brian why he pissed on my bad. He laughed for quite a while before explaining to me about “sponk”, as he called it, and told me that it would happen to me soon.

That was it for that day. Mark and I went back to playing table footback and Brian went to his own room.

Obviously that wasn’t the end of such episodes with Brian and Mark. If this stories gets good comments I will tell you about other similar things that happened to me with those two and others in our street.

If you got this far, thanks for reading.

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