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The following story is totally fiction.  It contains scenes of gay teen
sex and spanking.  If these subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if
you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.  This work is copyright
by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission.
Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the
copyright notice.

The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including
constructive criticism, and suggestions. E-mail to:
<YLeeCoyote@juno.com>


Vincent Goes to the Movies
By
Y. Lee Coyote


It was a school night for Vincent.  His parents had gone out for dinner
with friends and would not be home until 2330.  His brother was away at
college.  He was supposed to be studying and doing homework but right
after his parents had left, he dashed out.  He just had to see
_The_Movie_.

With the certainty of youth he had it all figured out to the last
detail.  He had twenty minutes from when the movie was scheduled to
break to get to the bus stop, just three minutes from the theater, for
the 10:45 bus.  He would be home by 11:00 and his parents would never
know.  However, the fates were not to be kind to Vincent that night.

The first misfortune was that there was a projection problem.   Since it
was the last show of the night, the manager pleasantly announced that
they would not skip any of the film but would restarted at the
beginning.  The projectionist took six long minutes to get it restarted.
The popcorn had been very salty and Vincent had two big sodas during the
show.  At the end of the film, he was busting and had to relieve
himself.  That took a few minutes because of the stairs and the wait.

Vincent left the theater at 10:38, with still a full three minutes extra
to get to the bus stop.  He turned the corner and, to his horror, saw
the bus speed by.  As he passed the bus shelter he saw the sign
indicating that the new schedule was in effect starting today.  He had
fucked up!  In all of his careful panning he had not noticed that a new
schedule went into effect that day; the bus was not early.  He was late!
The next bus was not for an hour.  As he did not have the money for a
cab, he would have to walk.  If he hurried going along the river and
through the park he would be home in time.  He turned up his collar
against the winter's cold and set off.  There had been rumors of
"things", criminal things, happening in the park and by the river.
Vincent was young and brave and fearless.

He was three quarters the way home when he decided that he was going to
make it in time and that talk of crime in the park was exaggerated.  He
hadn't seen anyone at all.  It was then he saw them from fifty meters
away.  Three guys just hanging; they were smoking and drinking.  He
would have gone through the field and by-passed them but it was covered
with icy and wet snow.  The other path, which he had passed a few
minutes back, had not been cleared.  This was the only way.  He
continued on.  Vincent was young and brave and fearless.

When he got closer, he recognized them.  They were the local toughs who
had been seniors when he was a freshman last year.  In his hurry to get
past them, he slipped on some ice and landed on his butt in an icy
puddle.  They surrounded him assuring that his jeans got thoroughly
soaked with the icy water as they stomped in the puddle.  They were very
"friendly" and helped him up.

"The baby wet his pants." said one.  The others laughed.

"Does your _mommy_ know you're out past your beddy-bye time?" said
another sarcastically.

"He does not have sufficient manners to thank us for helping him up."
snickered the third.

"Out late on a school night; a naughty boy like him should be spanked."
the first said with mock solemnity.

The toughs were laughing.  Vincent was young and brave and fearless but
now he was also scared and apprehensive.  He was very confused.  The
toughs guys were sounding like _parents_ as well as bullies.

The leader sat down on the bench and pulled Vincent to him.  Vincent
thought of running.  The other two had him surrounded.  Escape was
impossible.  The leader opened Vincent's belt and wet jeans and easily
yanked them down.  The wind on his wet briefs gave Vincent the shivers.
The leader pulled down the wet briefs, exposing him.  It was not
anything they had not already seen in the gym the year before, but
between the cold, the fear and the embarrassment Vincent's equipment was
shrunken.  Vincent made the first correct decision of the evening at
this point.  He did not say anything.  He was not going to beg nor
plead.  If the truth be known, Vincent had found these guys very sexy
when he saw them in school.  He had fantasized about them, but not quite
in this manner.  Sexual fantasies -- yes; this -- no.

The leader pulled him across his lap, raised his hand and brought it
down hard on Vincent's cold, wet exposed butt.  In the dim light, it was
difficult to see the resultant hand print.  In a few minutes that hand
print was obliterated by many more.  Vincent's butt was no longer cold.
One of the other toughs pulled off his belt and gave Vincent a few hard
strokes with it.  Vincent lost his resolve.  He was crying and yelling:
"Please, no more.  I'll be good.  Please stop."  He felt like a little
boy being spanked by his father.

The leader gently rubbed Vincent's hot butt and said.  "Now that we have
helped you learn a lesson you owe us boy."  The heat of the spanking had
spread into Vincent's groin.  With his cock pressed between the
spanker's lap and his own body, it was evident that it was erect.  The
spanker had indeed noticed.

"Yes, Sir.  But I don't have any money."

"We'll take it in services then, boy."  He continued to hold Vincent
down with one hand and started to probe his crack with the other.   The
meaning was clear to Vincent.  He knew what they meant and he was happy.
He spread his legs slightly as one of the toughs took out his tool and
slipped a rubber over it.  He stepped behind the red hot target and
leaned forward.  Vincent did not resist and the tough drove his shaft
deeply into the boy.  Vincent was no longer a virgin!  The second tough
straddled the bench at Vincent's head with his shaft erect.  Vincent's
head was lifted and he was now impaled at both ends.  The two inserters
made short work as they fucked both ends of Vincent for they soon
climaxed.  After this Vincent gave the spanking tough a blow job and he
was allowed to continue home.

As Vincent was about to make the last turn into the street where his
house was, his parents were doing the same from the opposite direction.
He was caught in the blaze of light from their headlights.  Caught and
taken into custody.  When they got home his father asked him one
question: "Do you have anything to say for yourself, boy?"

"No, Sir."

"Then go to bed, boy, and we will discuss this tomorrow evening."

Vincent winced at that term.  He no longer considered himself a boy but
a man.  He knew that his father was disappointed in him.  Later, alone
in bed, Vincent pondered what had happened.  He could not help but to
jerk off several times and the pain in his butt was very different from
when his father had spanked him.  Of course, he did not think of what
would happen the next evening.

The time of reckoning the next evening arrived.  Vincent's father gave
him the expected lecture for being untrustworthy and for acting like a
little boy.  He was to be grounded for a month and to get a severe
spanking NOW.  Vincent knew the procedure, although he had not been
spanked by his father in several years.  He went to his room and
stripped.  Then he waited in the corner until his father appeared.  The
ten minutes he waited seemed like hours to him, yet he did not want them
to end.  His father appeared with the heavy strap in his hand and a very
grim expression on his face.  "How many?" his father asked.  Vincent had
been pondering this since the morning.  Too low an answer (by his
father's standards) he would get more than what his father had planned,
while too high he would generously get all that he had he asked for.

"Thirteen, dad." he said quietly and laid down over the bed with his
knees on the floor.  His father raised the belt and brought it down hard
on Vincent's bottom.  *WHACK*  and a bright red stripe appeared across
both cheeks.  Vincent bit his lip and did his best to muffle his cries.
This worked for a short time and then he yelled and cried.  Finally, the
thirteen strokes had been delivered and Vincent was left alone.

Alone in bed he pondered his sore hot bottom and his very hard cock.
Yes, it hurt very much but it also reminded him of what had happened in
the park the previous night.  He wanted to see those toughs again.  One
thing he now knew for sure -- being spanked by his dad would never be
the same as it was before.


The End

© Copyright by A.I.L.  August 30, 1998

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