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Introduction: One of best movie versions of a good old fashioned trailer park has to be from the 1984 B-movie sci-fi classic, "The Last Starfighter." The name of the movie's trailer park, or trailer court as they were called back then, was the "Starlite – Starbrite" and featured the court's colorful neon sign crackling away by a dusty Southern California desert canyon roadside.
The movie with its fictional trailer court was, in fact, filmed just north of Hollywood and the San Fernando Valley of California in the chaparral scrub-pine dotted brown rolling hills of Canyon Country, California. Though this is not a fan-fic about that movie, it still does give you a good feel for my story's rarified California desert-like trailer court ambiance and general location, actually just north of the filming location. Enjoy!
Back in the day …
"I don't remember you having air conditioning in your cruiser last time Frank, when did you put that in?" I asked Sheriff Frank Beeker as I enjoyed the really nice cold air blowing on my face, hoping he wouldn't be too much in a hurry to ferry me back home to a certain fate. I had never been in a vehicle with air conditioning, but had heard about it.
Few boys got the honored distinction of riding in the front seat of a Kern County Sheriff cruiser instead of hand-cuffed in the back seat as he was supposed to have been, much less call him by his first name as well. It was a small consolation in as much as my dad's best friend had just caught me skinny dipping in the Arvin Reservoir, again.
Ever since two young kids had drown in the thing a couple years before, the county had outlawed anyone doing anything but some simple fishing off the edge of the massive man-made rectangular body of irrigation water and I was not fishing, nor was I paying much attention on that blistering hot summer California day.
The cruiser now pulled up to the trailer court's entrance and stopped, "Just last week Tab, now you remind that reprobate father of yours he still owes me five dollars from last week's poker night, you hear?"
I nodded, "Yes Sir, I will," and stepped out of the cruiser, closed the door then stepped back as Frank gunned the 428cc Ford V-8 powered county police vehicle, spinning the tires in the off-pavement dust before they caught traction on the street. I brushed some of the already settling cloud of fine tan dust from my arms then turned and saw a group of the usual young trailer court living kids, mostly aged five to ten or so, already gathered at the entrance to the court to gawk at the spectacle.
I called them "court rats," and usually they would follow me around the court property like I was a pied piper, like kids always do to the oldest kid in the place as I was. Let's face it, life for any poor kid of any age at the Red Sunset Trailer Court at the base of the Tehachapi Mountain range was anything but exciting, so even staring at a sheriff's car, especially one letting off a sixteen year old boy of their acquaintance with a reputation for mischief as I enjoyed, would spark a tasty rumor around the court for at least the rest of the day, what was left of it anyway, and all night besides.
I sighed. Ordinarily this was no big deal and given present circumstances, all I had to do was to suddenly start running at them, yelling my fool head off. That would scare the younger girls and little boys off, scatter them like flies off of a rotting piece of garbage, then the older kids who dared to stay, I would walk up to and say with a growl,
"You better run like hell or my daddy will beat your asses black and blue too!!" and that would send the older girls screaming off and the older boys would hold their little seats and run the other way, "Noooo!" and I would be left alone at least till after I took my punishment under the old oak behind our trailer.
But things were a tad different now. Ronnie was standing there, a bit towering above the others in the middle of the usual curious and nosy smaller and younger kids. Ronnie was quite tall for his fourteen years and I didn't consider Ronnie to be a court rat. I liked Ronnie Cook. He and his divorced mom Susan Cook had moved into old Ms. Burlington's trailer about six weeks before on account that poor Ms. Burlington had finally died of her chronic lung disease, leaving the trailer available to a new tenant.
Susan Cook had moved her and her son Ronnie south, down the hot and dry San Joaquin Valley floor along Interstate Five from Tulare, California so Ronnie's mom could work at the new Tehachapi Cafe truck stop, the last big one just before the twin concrete-ribbons of highway launches up and over the Grapevine for a good seventy miles to the south, then down into the San Fernando Valley, Hollywood and Los Angeles, California.
Ronnie was an only child and glommed onto me from the get go. Or maybe I glommed onto him for want of some older boy company for a change. I had lived at the Red Sunset Court with my dad since I was seven. We were originally from Fresno, but after the divorce, dad took us away so that he could, as he said it, "start all over." Well, starting all over never did pan out very well until he found us a free trailer to live in on account the court owner hired him on, us that is, to do general maintenance on the court property.
Then, when folks found out that daddy was a wizard at repairing old appliances and such and paid him good money to do so, well, that was the former gas station attendant's new "start over." As I was his kid, well, he started to teach me how to help him do all of that and more over the years, that is when I wasn't trying one thing or another at school or around the court to get into trouble.
I started to run past the neon Red Sunset sign towards the smaller children, wondering how Ronnie would react. I had not got into trouble with my dad since Ronnie had arrived although I had told him about my dad's legendary skill at whipping bare teenage tail when it's needed. But that was only because Ronnie had shyly confided in me a few of his junior high school experiences back in Tulare when he had crossed the line and got a good hard paddling or two for his trouble in school.
"Shoo!! Scoot all of you! Ain't you never seen a real criminal before?!" I shouted and surprisingly everyone but Ronnie took off although he looked kind of worried that I had gone crazy in the head.
"Not you Ronnie," I said quickly, but he still looked worried, "Why were you in the sheriff's car like that, Tab?"
I kicked at the pavement a little with the toe of my shoe. Ronnie's question felt kind of embarrassing now, really embarrassing actually. I had already told Ronnie from the get-go that I was not the best behaved boy around, but over the six weeks of good behavior I had managed to this point with the good natured new boy hanging around me, his mom had secretly confided in me that her son idolized me and she kind of thought I was like a big brother to him. This would be the first time that my unearned reputation with him might suffer.
"Got caught skinny dipping in the reservoir," I simply said and started the walk into the court, all the way to the far end where my home was. He walked with me, "Dad know already?" he asked.
"No, but I'll tell him anyway on my own. Frank, I mean the sheriff, will ask about it later in the week when they play poker at the tavern and if I didn't tell him and take my punishment now, I'd get double when he found out."
"Use a strap on you like you told me before?" he then asked. I nodded, "Yup." And we were getting closer to my painful demise. I looked over at him to see if he was judging me.
Most any other boy near to my age to find out that I had gotten a bare butt strapping the day before and saw the results in the boys high school locker room during the school year would just roll their eyes and call me names, including "dumbshit," "stupid fucker," even "typical white trash hillbillies," and such unflattering names.
Yes, my dad and I were poor by their standards and I knew that I was on the bottom of the social heap of popularity because they knew I lived in a trailer court. They all fancied themselves wanna-be movie stars or sports heroes on account of all of them living so close to L.A. and Hollywood. None of them wanted to hang around me, that was for sure.
Ronnie would never judge me like that, but even I wasn't sure how to react now in his presence as this was the first time I was in trouble with him knowing about it.
"Have to admit, I don't think I'd want a whipping like that from anyone. The paddlings I got at school hurt enough," Ronnie replied, "You gonna be OK Tab?" he asked.
Wow, no kid of any age had ever asked me that before a good whipping. I kind of liked how he asked. I put my arm around his shoulders a moment, "Yea, I'll be hopping around for a bit after, but I'll be fine," and now we were in front of my trailer. My dad walked around just then,
"Where the hell have you been Tab?"
I puffed my cheeks out, "Frank caught me in the reservoir again dad, sorry."
Dad tipped his head back, "Talbot Merriwether Mills, what the hell were you thinking? Get your ass around back, now!"
I dipped my head sheepishly. It had hurt my ego much more in that instant to have him call me by my hated middle name in front of Ronnie more than I could have imagined, "yes sir" I said quietly and slipping my palms into the back of my denim cut-offs, started back.
"Now wait a damn minute! What about Ronnie?" he suddenly asked me. I stopped and turned and looked at Ronnie, then at dad, my heart thumping. No kid of any age had ever been allowed to watch one of my whippings. Was dad going to ask me to take Ronnie back with me to witness? My stomach started to growl and my chest felt heavy.
"Well, what do you mean?" I asked, trying to act ignorant.
"I mean, you take him with you. I figure maybe if he saw your lily white ass getting a good beating, maybe you'll stop acting like a little idiot and stop getting into so much trouble!!"
What did he mean by "so much?" I didn't get in THAT much trouble, but I kept my peace. Besides, I was too distracted anyway. Ronnie was now officially invited to my little humiliation party!
"Yes sirrr," I said with a great loss of dignity and nodded to Ronnie, "Come on then," and led him around the back of the trailer, dragging my tail between my legs.
I would not have blamed Ronnie to feel even a little triumphant for getting to watch. I dared myself to look at him as we approached the old oak under which I would get my whipping and he immediately said,
"I'm sorry Tab. I didn't want to watch, it don't seem right," and his facial expression was very worried. But what really surprised me was how it made me feel. The damn kid cared.
"It's OK Ronnie. It's my own damn fault. You watch and learn something, OK buddy?" and he nodded, but looked entirely unconvinced and unhappy about it. Deep down inside, I was overjoyed at his anxiety and it almost made my future pain worth it, almost that is!
I walked him over to dad's work bench, well one of three that was under the shade of that old California oak. We figured that tree must have been there when old Mexico owned that part of California way back a couple hundred years before. The bench-tops were filled with small appliance repair jobs and tools beside them, cardboard boxes of spare parts and older broken down appliances of every size, shape and variety on the dirt ground all around them except for in front.
I set about to clear a space. I would have bend over one, stretching my arms and hands way out to the far edge and take my punishment standing up. When the space was cleared, I undid my shoes, kicked them off to the side to my bare feet, then dropped off my denim cut-offs. I wore no underwear during the summer, ever.
I was naked now and got into position and paid no more attention to Ronnie. I heard dad coming behind me, I knew with strap in hand, a sturdy old piece of wide brown horse tack leather that he kept oiled and stored in our broom closet indoors.
"You stand off there a ways now Ronnie and watch. I don't ever want to hear of you getting into trouble with the sheriff as this boy does, you hear?"
"Yes sir Mr. Mills! Loud and clear sirrr … " Ronnie replied. I kind of smiled for the way his voice warbled and fell off at the end.
"OK, boy, this time I am going to give you something to remember!" and I steeled myself. My old man was very strong in the arms and shoulders and sometimes his whippings were not as hard as they could be. I doubted I was getting off light this time. Anyway, that old strap started to blast my bare butt and I mean hard and fast!
At first, I just stood my ground, arms fully extended including elbows down to wrists, me bent forward about 45 degrees and tried to keep up and keep my cool about it. But my dad was getting me far behind. It hurt, bad! I felt myself weaken as that strap nailed me again and again and again and seemingly harder as time moved oh so slowly. I felt my body break down, my elbows giving in first, now my forehead made sweaty contact with that table and my ass cheeks were involuntarily wanting to clench. That was not a good idea. Dad hated that and would start in on my tender thighs if I did too much of it!
Now I could not stop having to lay my upper body fully onto the bench and my feet started to lick up! This was not good but dad would not let up! I felt like the oak's shade was useless like I was being punished by that famous hot overhead California sun despite the oak's mighty span of shade! I could see Ronnie out of the corner of my eye and he was standing there looking as bad for me as I felt for myself. Small reward huh? Some younger kid feeling sorry for some older poor bastard kid, me!
"Daddy!!" I finally wailed! I had not done that for a couple years, say anything during a whipping of any kind! The strap stopped and my ass felt like a painful sunburn I once got when I was five years old down at some California beach one summer years and years ago!
"You gonna learn boy?!" he said and I tried desperately to regain my dignity, but no dice. He went at me again and now the water-works started.
"Daddy please! No more!" I started to sob in front of Ronnie and squeezed my eyes shut, I was too limp to move or clench my cheeks or anything! Dad finally stopped it.
"You keep out of that reservoir Tab! There's a reason for that law and no kid of mine is going to lose his life just because of wanting to pretend to be swimming in no ocean!"
"yesdaddie," I said quietly, my dad's punishment over, my ego's punishment just beginning.
I heard dad walk back into the trailer to put the strap away. He would stay inside, sit in front of one of the two swamp cooler fans we had, have a beer or some iced tea to drink and let me gather myself, but I would usually be alone at this point. I made my way to standing, wiped my face and nose and hesitated to feel my butt, but I finally did, my fingertips bumping over the throbbing ridges of swollen flesh. I still did not look at Ronnie, but I could hear him breathing heavily over at the side.
I had to face him, but knew I had to keep my ass naked to do it. Pulling up my cut-offs too soon would make me look ashamed of myself. I really wasn't ashamed at all and I had to try and regain some measure of dignity and bravado. Besides, a nice cooling breeze was coming up from off the foothills and made my naked butt feel a little better. A dip in that forbidden reservoir would have been better, however.
I finally turned my head, looking at his stunned look, then down at my ravaged asscheeks, "Looks worse than it feels, "I said, managing a small smile.
"Looks worse than anything I could imagine, "Ronnie said looking down, his hands stuck in the front pockets of his cut-offs and his feet uncomfortably shuffling in the dust.
I finally bent over and pulled up my cut-offs, wincing as the dirty and worn denim added their rough little licks to my tenderized backside. I turned myself to Ronnie, "So, was I a wuss or what?" naturally referring to my crying.
He looked up, straightened his body up, took his hands out of his pockets and crossing his arms tilted his head a little sideways, "You're no wuss Tab. That was an awful whipping. No man or boy could take that without bawling like a three year old. I couldn't anyway!"
He made me feel so good right then, like it was OK for an older boy to cry in front of a younger boy if it hurt too much. I wanted to reward him somehow just then. I wanted to show him how much I appreciated his support and even for watching me suffer and feeling things with me like that.
"Hey, maybe later, when the sun goes down some, dad will let me take the truck and I can drive us to get some ice cream cones down at the Arctic Circle drive in. I've saved up some money for treats now and again."
He smiled. Ice cream was a real rare treat in those days for any person from the trailer court. "Wow, I'd love that Tab," and I made it my goal for that evening. I knew I had some work to do, one or two of the trailers had blown electrical fuses and that was my job to fix. I invited Ronnie with me and we did it together that afternoon.
Later, that evening, dad did let me take the truck and drive it to the Arctic Circle drive-in down the road and I bought us both big tall ice cream cones like I promised. We ate them sitting side by side in the truck that night. I drove us home and Ronnie walked back to his trailer to go to bed. I did the same.
Dad always slept in the tiny bedroom in back of our trailer behind the shut door. I slept in the front room of the our trailer on the hide-a-bed couch, nude as always and as always, after a good spanking, I lay on my back and pulled on my erection until I got the results I needed and enjoyed it. I had to admit, it felt kind of different having Ronnie watch me get my whipping that day. I hated dad's whippings, but at that moment, with Ronnie having watched, there was something extra in the enjoyment. That was a first.
* * * * * * * * * *
The next few weeks passed and things seemed to settle in. I stayed out of trouble really because of Ronnie. I didn't wish to show myself to be a screw up in front of him. His mom kept reinforcing the importance of me in Ronnie's life and I really took it to heart and felt "big brotherly" towards him.
Ronnie was taking to helping me do my assigned maintenance tasks around the court and other adults began to report things to Ronnie to tell me or my dad when something needed fixing. It was like we were a team. Then one day, I went into town with dad to get some supplies for the trailer pantry and such as well as to deliver some of the fixed small appliances and collect money.
We were gone all day until nearly the sun went down, but had a good day of it; but when we got back, Ronnie was waiting for us, sitting on his butt right at our front door. I got out of the truck,
"Hey, what's going on buddy?!" and he looked up with this awful look of fear. He stood up and blurted out, "I'm in big trouble! You gotta help me Tab, please!"
My face fell. Something was really wrong. "OK! So what happened!?"
"I … I got it in my head to sneak off the property in back and try and find that old shack all the kids say is back there. I was sure nobody was going to catch me … "
The adults did not like kids wandering out in back of the court in among the sage and scrub-pines. There were deadly California rattle snakes pretty thick that time of year. I even refrained from wandering around their territory unless I had too.
" … Jimmy saw me and told his mom and she told my mom I was back there. Now mom is really sore at me and says I need to be punished for disobeying her."
I looked at dad and dad nodded to me. I looked at Ronnie, "Come on then, let's go visit your mom."
He nodded and looked partially relieved and I walked with him, my hand across his shoulders,
"You ever get spanked by your mom?"
"Yes and I hate it. I don't want her to spank me anymore Tab. I'm too old for a woman to spank me, even if it is my mom."
"She let you come down to our place after she caught you?"
"She told me I could wait and talk to you first, just like we're doing now."
Now my gut ached, but in a strange way. Why did I now even begin to think that Susan might let my dad or even me spank Ronnie for punishment? That didn't feel right at all, but it made my groin buzz some and that made me feel extra weird.
We got inside their trailer and Susan looked at me, "I'm sorry to bother you with this Tab, but seeing that you've been so good to Ronnie, let him spend time and teach him things, well … I know how much he hates me spanking him. He's too old for me to do it … I was wondering if … you know … "
"Could you do it Tab? Or your dad maybe? Please?!" Ronnie blurted out and I looked at Susan, "Yes, could you?"
I swallowed and nodded, "Well, yes mam, that is if it's OK with Ronnie," I needlessly asked.
"Yes, I want to!" Ronnie confirmed.
"OK, well, come on then. Let's go visit dad. Mam, is it OK if I keep Ronnie with me the rest of the night, sleep over even ? I mean, I'd hate to see him punished and then just send him off. Maybe he'll need to talk … and stuff."
Susan smiled, "That would good Tab, thank you, go get a change of clothes Ronnie, hurry now!"
Ronnie's eyes lit up and he went to the back of their trailer. I don't know why I asked him to sleep over or maybe I did. Hell, I even forgot what I might want to do after, or maybe I didn't forget. I was confusing myself now, but it was too late.
Ronnie walked with me, some kind of strange excitement in the air between both of us, "What do you think your dad is going to do to me?"
"I don't know Ronnie, but I won't let him use that strap. It's too hard on a boy your age," I said and I was serious.
"Thanks Tab, but what if he insists?" Ronnie asked.
"He can insist all he wants. I'll send you home first," and that's all I said about it. We got back to my trailer and dad came bounding out the front door,
"Almost forgot about poker night boys, I gotta get!"
I had forgot it was dad's poker night at the tavern too, so I quickly explained the situation. He quickly replied,
"Tab, you know enough to give Ronnie a good licking. Make sure he learns his lesson. Ronnie? You obey Tab and take your punishment properly, hear?"
"Yes Sir Mr. Mills, have a good poker game!" Ronnie blurted and I just nodded, incredulous. We watched dad take off in the truck.
"He'll be gone until about 2 AM, we're alone!" I said scratching my head.
"You gonna let me off?!" Ronnie smirked. I gave him a fast and heavy-toned reply, "Over my dead body! Get inside right now!" and I even swatted his backside as he got inside the trailer. I closed the door and looked at him. We were both bare chested, wearing just our denim cut-offs as usual and bare foot as well.
My chest was aching with a forbidden kind of feeling that I should not be doing this, that somehow, something else was going to happen between us though I didn't know exactly what. He looked just as excited, but worried as well.
"Well, you're too old to spank like a little boy. I better go get my belt!" I said and walked back to where I kept my clothes, but when I got it and walked back, there was Ronnie, bare naked and had already climbed up on the couch in the front room right where I slept and had himself bent over and bare ass out, ready for me.
"I figured I needed to be ready like I seen you do when you got your whipping!"
Well, I had seen plenty of naked boys either skinny dipping at some river or lake but also at school, but certainly not in that position and not with me on the end of a belt, ready to give them a good hard whipping! I gulped. I could feel something growling in my groin, something I was not sure was decent at all. I stepped forward, got closer to him and looked at his trusting face. I had to make sure nothing else happened between us!
I doubled up the belt, "OK Ronnie, this has to hurt. You disobeyed your mom and those snakes out there are plenty dangerous!"
"I know it Tab, it's OK. I'm ready!" and he set his head down sideways on his arms, folded up at the top of the couch. I looked down. I could see his dangling testicles, but then I saw something else, a half hard penis. I swallowed. I tried to ignore that and looked at his bare butt. I had to swallow again. My penis was hardening and starting to tent out my tight fitting cut-offs and I was fighting off some kind of deep down notion of things that I knew were not proper!
My heart was pounding away in a fury, so I started to give him a few cuts of the belt. I watched his face, he barely winced but didn't question me. I cut him a few more times and his white skin was getting pink, but he didn't seem to be affected. I didn't really know how hard to hit him! Then I looked down, his cock was hard as nails now, but so was mine!
Ronnie's face showed off a lot of embarrassment now. What should I do?
"You're not feeling it that much are you?" I said, a bit anxiously.
"Hell no Tab! You better hit a lot harder, please?!" he said, as if he knew that would "cure" the his obvious embarrassment.
I conjured up some anger that he really had put himself in unnecessary danger, "OK Ronnie Cook! You are getting a hard whippin' now!"
I went at his young ass in earnest now, just like my dad would have done, "You are NEVER to go back there again, you hear me?!" and I was whipping his young cheeks like a buzz saw now.
"Noooo! Noooo! I won't, please Tab, that hurts, a lot!" and then his hands flew back. I stopped.
"Get those hands out of the way mister or I'll hold 'em down!" and he put his hands back up in front of himself, his face on the verge of tears.
I started in again and he buried his head deeply into his arms and kept his butt out for me, "Ouuuuu! Ouuuuu! Tab!!!" and I just let it fly, hard and fast. I knew when to stop, Ronnie would tell me and he did, but not before taking a lot of belt licks,
"Please Tab! Pleasee!!!!" he finally started to sob, good honest sobs too! I stopped. I looked, his penis was shrunken back up into his groin as it should be. Even my penis was soft now, thank God!
"OK, you're done, good job buddy. You just stay right like that," I said and turned to go put my belt back. As I walked back to my small closet, I sighed. That had been much more fun than I had bargained for and I could tell my dick was going to be a problem sooner than later. I kind of regretted inviting him to stay over with me because of it.
When I walked back, he was still in place, kneeling, but with his arms extended out and head held up high. The belt stripes on his bottom were pretty red and all criss-crossed.
"OK, you can get up," I said after looking for a moment more and he stood up, looked around at his bottom and grinned, "Wow, looks like a rattler got to me, huh Tab?"
"Don't make fun of that. People get killed by them nasty things, but yea, now pull your shorts up before I spank you some more!" and he scrambled as I sat down in my dad's easy chair.
"You spank hard with that belt, I better not get into trouble too often," he said with a sly smile, standing and rubbing his hands over his shorts now. His comment kind of teased my mind which needed to think about something else, "Let's play some cards, Crazy-Eights," I said and jumped up to get the cards.
Ronnie and I played into the night some, laughing and having a good time over the cards and a couple Cokes. Then towards midnight, he seemed to get sleepy, so I plucked out the hide-a-bed. I had never done a sleep over before, "You sleep here, I'll sleep in dad's chair."
"Well that's not right. This is wide enough, you aren't gonna bite are you?" he grinned. I shrugged, "Not as bad as a rattler anyway, but I don't sleep with clothes on."
"Me either," he smiled and after I turned off the lamps, we were soon lying on our backs, not a lot of space to move. It was a little chilly out, California summers did that. It could be hot as Hades out during the day, then cooled off so much to make you think it was fall or winter at night, but I never used more than a bed sheet to cover up.
I turned to my side away from Ronnie, my penis starting to kick in. I decided I might just get up and quickly walk to the small bathroom cubicle and masturbate myself in private.
"Tab, I got an embarrassing problem here," he said, also turned away from me on his side. I smiled. I knew what it was,
"Me too," I said, actually feeling myself blush in the dim light, wondering what to do.
"Ever beat off with another guy?" he asked.
"No," I said, my heart racing pretty hard now.
"I have, once, it was fun, want to now?" he asked. I would have never suggested such a thing, but was grateful for his permission, "OK," I said and threw the sheet off my naked body and turned onto my back.
I realized I had never shown my erection to anyone, certainly not my dad, but not to another boy either. Ronnie turned over holding his head up some, his was hard as nails and he looked at mine, "Wow, lots bigger than me," he said and I watched his hand grasp his own penis and then he lay his head back and closed his eyes.
I watched him awhile, pulling and petting on his cock, fascinated just with that for a few long moments. Watching another boy masturbate held me in a kind of trance, maybe only because it seemed like I was watching myself. I looked at Ronnie in a way that I thought sometimes other boys look at another boy, for sex that is, but it did nothing for me. I had heard that other boys sometimes put their mouths on another boy's penis, just like a girl does sometimes. It was what I had thought about earlier. I don't know, it just didn't appeal to me anymore.
Then I settled back, closed my eyes and started to masturbate myself. I had to admit, I really liked whipping on Ronnie's bare bottom and hoped I would get another chance or two that summer, but decided not to get into any more trouble myself. I got myself worked up into a pretty good lather of lust, then Ronnie started to grunt and I was laying so close to him that I could feel him tense up.
I opened my eyes just in time to see Ronnie's penis shoot a couple long stream of semen up into his chest. That looked really weird, watching another boy shoot semen, but why it was so much different than watching another boy pee, I don't know. I lay back, closed my eyes and went for it myself. I didn't care if he watched, but I didn't care to watch him watch me. All I thought about was whipping on Ronnie's tail with my belt. That did it and I started to jerk and move and grunt like I always did and shot my load clear up to my chin. That felt so good just then.
"That was nice!" Ronnie said and I sighed, "Sure was," and that was that. We cleaned up and went to sleep after that.
* * * * * * * * * *
I found that after he finally got comfortable with his new living situation, Ronnie had quite a bit of mischief in him, but we never did get caught doing things we were not supposed to, well once we did, and both got into trouble with my dad at the same time. That was over a dare Ronnie made to me about a stupid can of beer. Dad caught us drinking it or trying too. Beer tastes awful. Anyway, he made us take a whipping side by side outside over a table under that old oak. He wasn't mean about it. He used the strap on both of us, pretty hard on me, but toned it down for Ronnie. I got twice as many licks, I'll say that much. We masturbated side by side outdoors in back of the old oak later after dad had left in his truck to go somewhere. That was fun.
That following fall at school, I got into trouble one more time after a couple of the usual idiot boys made fun of Ronnie, "the new boy," for living in the trailer court, calling him the usual bad names. It made him feel badly and I took offence and beat on that stupid kid, knocked him down after I bloodied his nose. I got some paddle swats in the principal's office for my trouble and had to tell my dad. Dad didn't punish me any more for it, said the boy deserved it, told me he was proud of me, but not to do it again. I never did, but after that, those boys stopped bothering the both of us.
Ever stay in or very near to Southern California for a fall or winter? It's just like what they say, fit for a movie star or sports hero. There's no bad weather really, except later in the winter when the snows cover up the Tehachapi and Sierra Mountains. That's the snow that melts later in the spring and runs off the mountains and foothills to fill up all the irrigation canals and reservoirs so boys like me and Ronnie can dare to skinny dip where we're not suppose to the following spring. We did. We got caught. You know what happened next. <sigh>
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