My New Life At Ms. Abbott's Boarding House

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I knew it the moment I first set eyes on Cody Skinner as he sat across from me at Ms. Abbott's boarding house dining table that first night. He seemed to know it too, that we were a lot alike. Cody was seventeen at the time and lived with his step father in the room across from mine on the old Victorian's second floor.

The thing was, big city boarding house folk kept to themselves in those days and so did Ms. Abbott. She was old and hard of hearing which helped. All she expected was a month's pay for room and board and pointed a lot to the "No Visitors" sign near the first floor stairs landing, saying little else to any of her four boarders that she had at any one point in time.

Abe Skinner, Cody's step father, looked much older than his real age and worked a hard back-breaking swing shift in a near-by factory, often stretching that into a double graveyard stint as well for the money. Cody worked there as well, but a lot fewer hours and also tried to keep in school, but missed a lot of class time mostly due to work.

Cody also missed school due to just plain sloth or so Mr. Skinner would exclaim in pretty loud terms each time that I listened on the hallway side of their closed apartment door as he wielded a good sized razor strop across his stepson's naked ass. Yes, I had seen the strop and knew Cody was naked for his whippings.

As much as I hated to admit it and from the beginning, I enjoyed listening to somebody else besides me getting my butt blistered for a change. I was twenty by now and out on my own far from my home in a small town. Why was that?

I had suffered boyish spankings over my younger years like most boys had in those days; but when my father found out who I truly was, he gave me a sound whipping with his belt and just one warning to never be caught in the arms of another boy in my bed again or he would kick me out of the house.

I held off or didn't get caught again until just after I was eighteen and then despite my mother's wailing pleas, I was told to pack and leave the premises. Frankly, I was glad to leave. There was so much more in a big city for a boy who enjoyed books and education and just the freedom of it all.

Mother and I had the last say anyway. I wrote her long letters and she wrote me back and sent me money for school and my keep. My father never found out about her long distance caring, nor the occasional visit she and I would make with each other over the years following.

Still, at the first, my sneaking about upstairs, listening to one of Cody's whippings and then going back into my room and masturbating myself to death over it caused me a ton of guilt. I liked Cody from the get go or at least I liked his good looks, his handsome body and yes his awfully sexy hindquarters.

He was always smiling and had a bright personality that never seemed to waver no matter his sufferings. My taking advantage of his pain was a coarse and uncaring misbehavior that seemed out of character from my usual benign view of myself.

Cody's whippings seemed to come once a week for quite a while after my arrival at Ms. Abbott's and almost always early on a Friday afternoon just before Mr. Skinner went to work. It was just after my listening to another whipping followed by my quick retreat to my room to work out my arousal that I first encountered Cody afterwards.

Mr. Skinner would soon be gone and Ms. Abbott was out of the house even, not that it mattered. At any rate, I did not have any college classes that day and was content to stay up in my room half naked and study or read when I had heard the distinct sounds of Mr. Skinner's strop at work once again.

I rushed out my door and pawed at my quickened arousal through my boxers, my ear pressed as closely into the Skinner's door as I dared until the whipping ceased, then rushed back into my room, my face flushed with guilt and lust. I dropped my boxers to the floor and shot my load onto the room's hardwood floor, making sure not to sully any of the several throw rugs, then cleaning up my mess, sought to use the shared hallway bathroom to clean myself up after I was sure Mr. Skinner had left for work.

I heard Mr. Skinner's heavy foot-fall fading away down the stairway, bolted out of my door and then stopped in my tracks. There was Cody, naked as a jay-bird, red-welted ass and all doing the same thing, headed for the single bathroom that we two upstairs boarders shared.

But that was not all he sported. Cody's penis was as upright in the still hallway air as mine had maintained in my boxers and that despite having already relived my balls of their fullness.

"Cody!" I exclaimed, my face burning up with shame as I could not help but stare at his arousal.

Logic should dictate that he couldn't have suspected why I was aroused right then or known I had been a voyeur to his punishments for weeks now, but I knew that he somehow knew anyway. Both modesty and common sense should have had me turning and going back to my room just then but I didn't. I just stood there. For his part, Cody might have quickly retreated back behind his door as well, but he didn't.

Instead, Cody got this mischievous half-grin, turned his hips and showed me his whipping stripes,

I swallowed hard, my eyes riveted on the sight of his two very attractive and red-splotched globes,

"Doesn't put up with Cody," I spontaneously corrected him without even thinking, my odd love of studying English grammar surfacing at a most inopportune time.

Cody just kind of shrugged off my comment with a cute knowing grin, not saying a word.

"I'm … I'm sorry Cody, I just … " I haltingly stammered, quite embarrassed of how stupidly irrelevant I must sound to him,

"It's OK Henry. I beat off a couple times afterwards myself. No harm in it. Your Pa ever give you a whipping?"

Cody's quick and confident confession really humbled me into a fast confession of my own,

"Yes, a couple times, pretty hard … I … I beat off afterwards too," but didn't have the nerve just yet to tell him what I had been doing at his expense.

"Come on then. Join me," and then walked to the bathroom door, opened it and walked inside, leaving the door half open.

I knew at once that if I followed Cody into that small room that things would happen and my life would change, for better or worse. Nonetheless, I hesitated for only a few seconds and then followed Cody inside, closing the door tightly, dropping off my boxers and joined him hip to hip at the foot of the open toilet bowl shaking like a leaf.

"You been hearing my Pa give me whippin's?" he asked and then boldly pulled my near hand to touch his red, swollen stropping welts.

The moment my finger-tips touched those red-hot beauties, I was hooked both on them and on the boy who bore them with so much dignity and opened myself to him,

"Been listening with my ear pressed up to your door and then wanking myself off in my room right after … pretty pathetic I'd say," and yet shamelessly dared to press the whole meat of my palm up against as much of Cody Skinner's near buttock as I could.

Cody's face softened and closing his eyes, his throat gave off a gentle moaning of pleasure, pushing his ass harder into my palm,

"Pretty hot I'd say!" Cody whispered and then opening his eyes reached over to my erection, his palm closing tightly around its circumference.

"You been with a boy before?" he asked me as my whole body, much less my dick, was instantly lit up by his electric touch.

"Yes! But never like this! Oh God! … Cody, I already jerked myself off, please, let me help you!" I insisted, feeling enormously energized and in the moment.

"Well, if it comes down to that Henry and you know how, share that stiff thing of yours with me, just split open my red cheeks to kingdom come!" and then Cody Skinner bent forward, put his hands onto the top of the toilet's water tank and set his feet further apart.

No boy had ever pummeled my ears and mind with such a deliberate and spontaneous invitation. I looked down at his trusting posture and safely assumed his pink rosebud to be virginal or near virginal.

I didn't want to hurt him but fortunately just to my left and on the bathroom sink countertop I spied the jar of the soothing cream that I (and likely he) had used for self-ministrations. I paused to first apply a thin coating to his buttocks' soreness and won a grin and sigh of appreciation from him for my efforts and then coated my hard rod and his anus with more cream before lining him up, hands on his hips.

"That's it Henry, give this whipped whelp his due!" and that's all the more verbal encouragement that I needed. I moved myself into Cody Skinner for the first time, his brief pained face somehow adding to my enjoyment of entering his young willing body.

My hips started to pump in and out of him fast. I knew I would not last long and quickly reached around with my cream coated palm and used the last of it to masturbate my willing partner's arousal into the toilet bowl below in concert with my own soon fast gush of seed to coat the insides of his tight love tunnel.

Afterwards, he stood up beside me and planted the first of many such kisses upon my willing lips. My life had indeed already changed.

"Are you OK Henry, you seem fidgety this evening?" Ms. Abbott asked me as she passed another boarder the mashed potatoes at the dining room table.

I clenched my butt cheeks on top of the hard chair surface, the itchy heat from them making me squirm once again, each squirm reviving a little of the nascent soreness across each side. I felt my face flush just a little and looking up from my dinner plate, caught a glimpse of Cody's face wrinkling up with a suppressed grin of satisfaction before I answered her,

"Oh, I'm fine Ms. Abbott, no problem," and then caught a glimpse of Abe Skinner as he took the green bean filled bowl from Cody on his right. Abe had his usual unconcerned and quiet face on.

Shared sexual congress in the upstairs bathroom with Cody that first afternoon weeks before had led to more clandestine meetings between us not only in the bathroom, but in my apartment as well as in the Skinner's.

And yes, Abe Skinner finally did catch his son in my arms one evening shortly after having returned home unexpectedly early from the factory on account of a scheduling mistake from his usual graveyard double shift. Believe me, I was sure I was reliving a nightmare with my father from my old home as he stared at us with the door wide open before twirling about, shutting it and then hands on hips said,

"I kind of suspected you two were doing things together. Can't say that I blame you or that I like it, but as long as you keep it private and nobody gets hurt, I suppose I got no say in it," and then ambled towards his own bedroom to change into his own bed clothes.

I stood there slack jawed at Abe Skinner's cool and accepting attitude as Cody gathered up our strewn clothes and taking me by my wrist, led us quickly out the door, across the hallway and into my apartment where he closed the door, dropped the clothes and pressing me back up against the door with his own body grinned,

"Are you as naughty feeling as me?! Gosh Henry, my Pa caught us red-handed and let us go! That ain't right is it?"

My heart was pounding fast and hard as I hugged Cody's body into mine, feeling as if I'd just seen a ghost and quickly gathered my thoughts and feelings for analysis. Abe Skinner had taken me into his small family mostly on account that he had seen that his stepson and I had formed a friendship over the weeks.

So even if he had suspicion of his son's lustful intimacies with me, he had still accepted me and had even invited me over just to share time with them outside of meals even. I had told them both about my life up until then, but made up a lie about why I had ended up in the big city boarding house rather than risk telling the truth at first.

Then, a short time later, I was to witness in person one of Cody's razor stroppings, right there in the Skinner front room. Cody had slacked off of school again and Abe took him to task with that strop of theirs with Cody fully naked and bent over the back of a chair and holding onto the seat for dear life.

I could easily recall helplessly nursing an erection in my trousers as I watched each strop lick fall hard across Cody's upturned bare cheeks. I harbored nothing but respect for Abe for doing it. Abe worked hard, treated his stepson with more fatherly concern than my father had ever mustered for a natural son and never yelled at Cody or acted out of anger.

I had also had a great deal of respect for Cody taking the whipping like a man, raising up onto his tip-toes and not moving a muscle even though I could see the anguish in his face with each fiery lick.

"Naughty? … Damn Cody, I feel like we both should be horse whipped for being careless and allowing it to appear in front of your father!"

We kissed just then, a long and lustful kiss, our naked bodies pressing together, erections crossing each other before Cody straightened out his elbows and looked at me with his dark brown eyes,

"Pa ain't … I mean, he isn't one for punishing without good cause. He really loves you Henry a lot, I can tell."

My eyes suddenly misted. Cody was right. I had felt it and didn't want to admit that a complete stranger like Abe Skinner could out of nowhere make me feel like he cared for me when my own father apparently didn't.

"Makes me feel all the more badly for it then," I replied with a sigh.

"Oh, he won't be bothered long. He doesn't remember things like some folks do. Besides, if we feel bad about it, we should deal with it ourselves!"

Still wallowing in emotion I just looked dumbly at Cody. Cody blurted,

"Come on! You gotta give me a good whipping with a belt or something and I'll do the same for you!"

Admittedly, the thought of Cody taking after me with an implement meant to punish my buttocks had instant appeal, much less doing the same to him, so that is what we did. I got my belt and handed it to Cody, got up on the side of my bed, bare ass up and waited as Cody doubled up that belt and came to my side,

"Got to admit Henry, turns me on hard to give you a good lickin'!" he said and then went at me hard and fast, three dozen painful cracks of that belt that made me yelp and yap a bit, but I didn't move a muscle and took my medicine.

"Oh man Henry, that was hotter than hot, you should see your ass! Come on, it's my turn!"

I took a moment to get and up and feel my pained behind, but belt in hand and seeing Cody's upturned white bottom, I got down to giving him his dose, my prick upright and enjoying it all.

I don't know what Cody was thinking while I was whipping his tail, I know that I was fantasizing that it was Abe giving me the whipping instead of Cody. Of course, It didn't hurt either of us that afterwards we fucked each other's brains out like never before!

But nothing like that compares to the real thing and that was why I was now squirming in my seat at Ms. Abbot's dinner table. I had crossed a line and Abe Skinner had seen to it that I paid for my mistake as was our new agreement.

You see, having a friend like Abe who took a fatherly concern in me brought out in me a latent shell of immaturity that I had not even known was there. My father had caused me to suppress my natural boyish impulses and when I was with Cody, I tended to let them all back into play.

That was great and all until they caused me to start to ignore my own college studies and I started to slack off. That would have been OK had it not also affected Abe's stepson and one day Abe called me on it,

"Henry, you can't just ignore the fact that Cody watches everything you do now. You're Cody's friend and a lot more, but he still notices when you get kind of lazy about stuff and then he wants to do the same."

I knew exactly what Abe meant and really appreciated his approaching me in such a caring and adult manner.

"You're right Abe (he insisted that I call him by his first name); I'm sorry. Better yet, if you think you need to teach me a lesson over the back of your front room chair like you do Cody, it'll probably do us both good!"

So that is what happened. It was pretty humorous watching Cody's expressions when he found out that he was to be witness to his stepdad taking the family razor strop to my bare upturned backside and not his.

Abe didn't fool about either and put me through the same ritual as he did Cody. I had to strip naked of all clothes, pull out a chair to the center of the room and put myself over the back of it, hands clutching the seat.

I recalled Cody's careful and humble positioning, up on his toes, his up-turned bare bottom cheeks so easy for the strop's reach, so seemingly eager to absorb each fiery lick, almost begging for it. I tried to do the same although when the licks started to fall, my respect for Cody's resolve multiplied. It is not easy to keep your ass so eagerly upwards when the sting and burn are nearly forcing you to shrink away.

One thing was certain; it was a harder (and more meaningful) whipping that day than I had ever got from my own father. I even cried a little because it both hurt like Hades, but also felt so strangely loving and caring at the same time.

Well, I didn't know if I was fooling anyone, much less myself. That first whipping at Abe's sure hand was not the last and so what if maybe I kind of engineered most of them after that. I know that Cody didn't care, he loved seeing my ass getting a sound stropping as much as I did his and neither did Abe seem to mind giving them to me or the frequency.

That evening after dinner, Cody and I marched into the kitchen to help Ms. Abbott do the dinner dishes and Cody playfully smacked my backside as he passed me. I grinned at him through the enhanced sting but said nothing as Ms. Abbott was tottering close behind us. Yes, just a few hours before I had hinted quite strongly to Abe that I was "sorely tempted not to attend class the next day" and his reply was something like,

Yes, I had more or less signaled my need for one of Abe's attitude adjustments and got my wish as usual in the form of a good bare bottomed tanning, no questions asked. Cody watched as usual, grinning ear to ear at each hard stroke of the well used strop laid on hard across my needy upturned posterior.

Then after the dinner dishes were done, we all went back upstairs to the Skinner apartment. Abe retired to his bedroom to nap before going to work graveyard shift that night while Cody and I sat hip to hip on the couch and quietly necked a bit before starting to grope at each other's hardness.

I knew what was on his mind, it was on mind. It was always on our minds after one or the other felt the hard leather across our bared bottoms. It was our life in Ms. Abbot's boarding house, my new life.

After a bit, he silently stood up and took my wrist and we whisked out of the apartment door and behind the upstairs bathroom door where I quickly shucked off my trousers and underwear and so did Cody. Our jar of soothing cream was close by and instantly in Cody's grasp.

Quickly and efficiently Cody coated my red, itchy butt skin and then coating his arousal and my nether orifice, was just as quickly and efficiently buried deeply up inside of me, closely pressing his naked front up against my naked back.

Our lips pressed into each other's as his hips and mine started to move together in unison and his free creamy hand reached around to masturbate my dick. Yes, this evening would thankfully be much like the many before it and hopefully many others to come.