This was an amazing story to write.  Not only did I have a lot of fun, but I really worked my brain.  My goal was for the reader to really see every detail.  I wanted the reader to feel like they were watching this unfold in front of it, instead of simply reading it on a screen.  ALL comments are welcome here, and via email.  This story is mine, and absolutely not to be republished anywhere else.

"Take your shirt off," Joey directed, as he pulled his own shirt over his head and tossed it into a corner of the room.

"I don't know Joey, we could get in trouble…" Troy fingered the hem of his shirt, shifting from foot to foot.  Joey stood in front of Troy and gently touched his cheek.

"It'll be OK.  No one will be home for hours," Joey reached down and touched Troy's hands, going past them and lifting the hem of his shirt from his waist.

"Joey…"  Joey hushed his name, and gently ran his fingers over his friends lower abdomen, just above his pelvis, tickling him.  The gentle touch elicited a soft giggle from the thirteen year old.  Slowly, the boys polo shirt was lifted over his shoulders and head, and joined the other one in the corner.

Troy, nervous still, didn't move, but a soft smile played on his boyish lips.  Joey allowed his hands to glide over the smooth, uninterrupted skin of the younger boy, to his chest.  The soft, invisible hairs of a pre-pubescent boy, raised on the skin in response to the delicate touch.  Joey's fingers found the tiny buds in the center of his chest and rolled them firmly between his index fingers and thumbs.

For the first time in what seemed like hours, Troy moved, placing his hands on the bare waist in front of him.  "Go on," Joey encouraged.  He was two years older than his friend, and considerably more developed despite the very slight age difference.  As a football player, his upper body was more defined, and even had dark colored hair covering most of his body.

Troy clumsily unbuckled Joey's belt, letting each end fall to the side.  He had never unbuckled a belt from this angle before; only looking down on his own.  When his fingers were finally able to get the button and zipper taken care of, he tugged the worn in denim down to his knees.  His eyes grew wide when he saw the obvious bulge starring at him.

Joey's briefs, black - not white, were pulled taut over his growing member, pulling the y-front open a bit.  Troy could see the silken skin of the boys penis and was a bit startled.  He quickly pulled his hands away.

"No." Joey grabbed the unsure hands and after giving them a squeeze, placed them on himself, holding them there.  After feeling the firm lump, Troy looked to Joey for approval as he reached for the waistband of his briefs.

Joey nodded as an excited smile grew on his face.  He was glad to see the other boy more sure of himself.  He moved one of his hands to run through Troy's hair and reached the other one around to his back.

Joey's hand trailed down the bony spine to a round, fatty bottom.  It wasn't fat, no, it was perfect.  Round, soft, and protruding perfectly behind the young boy.  As far as Joey was concerned, Troy has a perfect, beautiful body.

Suddenly, Joey jerked his denim jeans back up to his waist and refastened the button and zipper.  Troy was startled by the sudden movement, after so long of simply being, that he took a step back.  Sitting on his bed, Joey reached out and pulled Troy close to him.

"Wha - What are you doing?"

"You'll see.  Hold still," Joey quickly unbuttoned Troys shorts and pulled them down.  It wasn't thirty seconds before he had the lithe body of the other boy across his lap.  His hands, already weathered from football and a landscaping job, ran across the mounds at his mercy.  They were covered with navy blue boxer briefs, snug fitting to just below his butt.

He used his upper body to pin Troy down, as the squirming had started.  Nothing was said, but as Joey's hand came crashing down, a low groan came from his left side.  The blows were slow, and moderate to start with.

"I want your ass red when I see it," Joey drew out this sentence, punctuating each word with a thunderous smack.  He smiled when he saw feet starting to move, and legs beginning to kick.  There's nothing quite like having a magnificent body across your lap, writhing under your heavy hand.

Joey felt movement near his left thigh and glanced down.  Troy was now gripping a pillow as well as biting it.  Muffled noises made their way to Joey's ears.  Despite the obvious distress, he felt something new pressing against his thigh.  It wasn't a belt buckle, as the boys shorts had been removed.  It was the now hard, throbbing cock of his innocent victim.

At this awareness, Joey's own manhood grew and pressed urgently into Troy's belly.  He stopped the hard blows and Troy caught his breath.  Joey allowed the boy to get up, but only briefly before he firmly pressed him, face up, onto his bed.

He quickly drew the boxer briefs down and off, releasing a surprisingly large cock for a thirteen year old.  His hands roamed over the younger boys tiny, but firm, nipples.  Joey quickly pulled his jeans and briefs off and joined his friend on the bed.

Both boys closed their eyes as they simply felt.  Hands were everywhere; on chests, thighs, backs, cocks, and especially buttocks.  With a fiery, passionate kiss, Joey pinched the nipples at his mercy.  He wanted Troy to feel.  Feel pain, excitement, nervousness, and especially pleasure.

Abruptly, Joey had Troy on his hands and knees, breathing heavy from the heavy petting.  Reaching down, he retrieved the belt loosely hanging from his jeans.  Doubling it over, he brought it down on the glowing bottom in front of him with his right hand, and gently stroked Troy's cock with his left.

After several more strokes from the belt, Troy had started to beg, for what, not even he was sure.  Joey stopped, leaned down and kissed the raised welts as he fumbled for the bottle of lube under his bed.