The Cedar Street Chronicals Chapter 2 The Wright Family and Carmen
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not long after the events i described in my "early spanking" story took place, Randy and i began to spend a lot of private time together because we were afraid of being seen together by Randy's father. Randy, of course, apologized for the events of that day, and told me that he hated his father for what he had done. i told him that it was not that bad, and that he shouldn't hate his father who was only trying to do what he thought was best for Randy. Randy asked me to describe in great detail what had happened after his father had ordered him to go inside, and i told him i didn't want to talk about it. but he pressed the issue over the course of a few weeks, and i finally relented.
i told him that i would tell him about it, but that i wanted to do it in the dark where i couldn't see Randy's face or the expression i was sure he would be wearing when i told him. i thought Randy would think that was odd, but if he did he never let on. he just asked me where i thought i could find a suitable place and i told him that my parent's big rambling house had an unused guest room that featured a long, cedar paneled walk-in closet where my mother kept her wedding dress, various keepsakes, and articles of clothing that were not currently in use. Randy seemed satisfied with that and asked me to take him there.
it was nearing winter, and the air was cool and carried a faint smell of wood smoke as we let ourselves into my house. the guest room was situated upstairs and at the end of a long hallway. as we walked toward the door to the room, Randy put his arm around me and told me that i shouldn't be ashamed of what had happened the day his father discovered us, but that i had every right to be angry. i impressed upon him that i wasn't angry, only a bit confused, and definitely a little embarrassed. Randy nodded absently at that. when we got the door at the end of the hallway, i turned the old brass knob on it and opened it. the scent of vacancy and lack of use in the room was comforting in a way, and when i closed the door i caught Randy's scent in the mix. it was clean, like warm laundry with a hint of something a****l in it -- it made me swoon just a bit because it reminded me of his father's male scent, the one he'd conjured as i lay, my naked ass exposed to him, across his long and masculine thighs.
Randy looked at me and then around the room. there were two doors on the far wall, they were both doors to the walk-in closet. like the door to the room, they had old-fashioned knobs and holes for a universal skeleton key. unlike the door to the room, the closet doors were locked, but i knew that my mother kept a key in the top drawer of the vanity. i retrieved the key and caught a glimpse of myself in triptych in the vanity mirrors. how feminine i was, i thought, compared to Randy's sturdy male frame. i was so slight with girlish curves. my skin was pale, and my eyes were far to blue and large for a boy. my lips were too pink and full, and my hands and arms too thin and delicate. i glanced up at Randy's reflection in the mirror as he stood behind me and noticed him looking at me with fascination. i turned, walked toward the nearest closet door, put in the skeleton key and turned it.
the door unlocked, i opened it, and both of us inhaled the scent of aromatic cedar. it was divine and welcoming. i looked at Randy over my shoulder and asked him to come inside. he followed me in and we looked around the cedar-lined walk-in for some place to sit and talk in the dark. there were several quilts in the corner of the closet, they were folded and carefully arranged in three or four stacks.
"here," i said, "we can sit here."
Randy stepped to the corner and sat down on a stack of quilts. i closed the door behind us, and locked the door. after i'd locked the closet door, and my eyes adjusted to the darkness, i noticed a thin shaft of light coming from under the door of the closet. it was just light enough to make out the outlines of Randy's figure on the quilts. he reached up and took my hand, then pulled me down beside him. the quilts were warm and soft, and i could smell Randy much stronger now, his scent mixed with the heady cedar.
"tell me," he said.
i took a deep breath and exhaled the story of how Randy's father had spanked me, bare-assed, behind the shed in Randy's back yard because he'd caught me masturbating with Randy.
"details," Randy said.
"i want to know what that bastard did to you."
when i hesitated, Randy leaned in and whispered in my ear,
"it's ok, really."
i sighed and began: i told Randy that his father had pulled down my pants and underwear and did nothing for a long moment. i wondered why he didn't just spank me, and concluded that he was looking at my little ass across his lap. i sensed Randy nodding in the dark.
"what else?," Randy asked.
"when he finally did spank me --"
"what?," Randy asked again.
i told Randy that i actually had liked it. Randy was quiet for a while, i think he was holding his breath. when i heard him exhale, i sensed him nodding again.
"i thought so," he said.
but i broke in and told him that i think it was just my imagination.
"what do you mean?"
i explained to him that my imagination was very vivid, and that sometimes i could convince myself that certain things were exactly what they were not. Randy said he wasn't quite sure what i meant by that, so i went on.
"for instance, i'm a boy, right? i have boy parts, but sometimes i feel more like a girl. you've said so yourself -- maybe you were teasing me, but it made me wonder all over again.
sometimes i start imagining that i am a girl, that i can do the things that girls do, you know, with boys. that's not exactly what i am, though."
"i think i see," said Randy. "how does that make you feel?"
"well, like i said, when your father was looking at me that way, i sort of liked it. i felt like i was making him respond to me in exactly the way a girl should make a boy respond. does that make sense?"
"yes," he said. "what else?"
"when he spanked me, i was so aware of his body's interaction with mine."
"what do you mean?"
"i was aware of his hands on me. i was aware of the fact that each time he raised his hand before he brought it back down across my bottom, that i was responding by pushing my bottom up and out, like it was trying to meet his hand with it, and i was aware that i wanted my bottom to look nice for him. i hoped that he was pleased with it."
"what else?"
"i was aware of his --"
"what?," Randy pressed me.
"-- of his...his..."
"his dick, right?," Randy said.
i could hear Randy breathing hard now, almost angrily. i could smell his anger and excitement mixed with the cedar walls in the dark closet.
"yes," i said. "and mine."
"he got hard, didn't he?," Randy asked me.
"yes."
"and so did you, didn't you?"
"yes."
"anything else?"
i suddenly felt like i was in a confessional, and it excited me.
"yes, i had a wet dream on his pants."
Randy got silent again.
"and he finished spanking me when he realized what i'd done. that's when he stood me up, pulled up my pants, and told me to go home."
"and you did," Randy said.
"yes, but i left your drawing of me lying in the grass, and when i sneaked back through the bushes to get it, i saw your father --"
"what, tell me."
"i saw your dad masturbating behind the shed where he'd spanked me."
Randy sighed heavily.
"then he picked up your drawing of me and put it in his pocket."
"i wondered what happened to it," Randy said.
"anyway, it was just a matter of imaginations running wild, that's all -- i mean, i'm not a girl, and i can't make boys or men feel that way when they see me. i don't really feel that way either, it's just my imagination, just a, a kind of lie i tell myself and sometimes other people ride the lie because they get caught in the moment."
that's when Randy said something to me that i've never forgotten.
"body's don't lie," he said.
we were both quiet for a long time sitting there in the dark. then i heard Randy breathing heavily again.
"they don't lie," he whispered.
i heard Randy unbutton his jeans. i heard his zipper. i heard him pulling his jeans down around his hips, his thighs, his knees. i head him moving his hand up and down. i heard him whisper again.
"dicks don't lie, tristan."
he took my hand and put it on his erection. i could feel how hot his flesh was, he was almost feverish. i opened my fingers and then closed them again around his cock. it felt so big there in the dark. Randy hands were much bigger than my own, his cock was too. i moved my hand up and down concentrating on all that had just happened: the two of us confessing to each other in the dark, aromatic closet, recounting the events of that exciting day, the aggro-erotic spanking Randy's father had given me, cumming on his thigh, and watching him cum in secret, folding Randy's picture of me. i put my other hand on Randy's cock and moved them both steadily and with more purpose. i realized that i was trying to make Randy come. his cock responded by getting bigger and a lot harder.
i suddenly felt Randy's hand between my legs. he was feeling my own cock. he moved his fingers to the elastic waist band of the gym shorts i was wearing and pulled the top of them down, exposing my little cock. he wrapped his hand around it and started masturbating me. we sat next to each other there in the closet, playing with each other's cocks, and just when i thought Randy was going to come, he grabbed my hands and stopped me.
"what's wrong?," i asked him.
and without answering, he took hold of my shorts with both his hands and pulled them down. now i was naked from the waist down, wearing just a blue hoodie over a long-sleeved t-shirt, my socks and tennis shoes. it felt good to be out of some of my clothes. i was wondering where this sudden move would take us, but i didn't have to wonder long. before i knew it, Randy pulled me by the wrist across his lap and began kneading the cheeks of my bottom.
"i want to kiss them, kiss the hurt away," he said.
i could feel his big cock under my tummy.
"it doesn't hurt anymore," I said.
that's when he spanked me hard.
"how about now?"
immediately, i arched my back and pushed my bottom up for him as i moaned. Randy spanked me again. and again. and again. then he gently moved me from his lap and knelt behind me. i felt his lips on my bottom, his hands held my hips tight as he explored my ass in the dark. i had driven him absolutely wild. he alternated between spanking my butt and licking my cheeks. i bent over to accommodate him.
when he put his hand on my cock again, it was wet. he had licked his hand and told me that it would make me feel good. he put his tongue in my crack and licked me there. i felt faint. i really thought i was going to pass out. i came hard in Randy's hand when his tongue entered my ass. i really think i did lose consciousness for a moment. and when i came to again, Randy wasn't behind me anymore. he was moving alongside of me. i heard him stand up. i heard the sound of him removing his shoes, socks, underwear, and jeans. he took his shirt off. he was completely naked in the dark. and he was still hard.
he positioned himself on the quilts again, and i could tell that he was sitting with his back against the cedar walls with his legs spread wide. i could smell the clean heat rising from his crotch.
"finish me," he said.
i knelt in front of him. i licked the palm of my hand and put it on his cock. he grabbed my wrist.
"not that way," he said.
"what way then?," i asked him.
"lick me like i licked you," he said.
this was a first for me, i had never done anything remotely like this. i'm not even certain i had imagined doing it, but Randy was now more than a fried, and he needed something that only i could give him, and he needed it now.
i felt his hand on the back of my head, it was pushing my face toward his crotch. i relaxed and, from my kneeling position, bent forward from my hips. i kissed Randy's cock gently and i felt him put a hand on my bottom. while stroked and petted me, i felt the head of his cock move between my lips.
at that moment, i knew my destiny. it was the most amazing feeling in the world. i licked the head of his cock. i licked up and down the shaft of it. i licked his balls. i felt like a total girl: slightly humiliated, very much needed, and completely in love with the man i was servicing. the heady mixture of shame, excitement, and pleasure was overwhelming. i began to bob my head up and down, mimicking the movements my hand had made earlier. i swirled my tongue around Randy's cock before plunging the entire length of his cock into the back of my throat.
i didn't know it at the time, but i was a natural. i may have gotten better at oral sex over the years, but i was born knowing the basics. Randy seemed to approve. he bucked his hips, pulled my hair, and put his middle finger int my ass. i had one hand on the softness of the quilts, and the other one roamed Randy's torso.
Randy came hard in my mouth. i felt his hot come fill my entire throat. i tasted how salty-sweet it was, and i smiled as i let it flow out of my mouth in a pearly flood. i knew nothing about swallowing back then, but the thought crossed my mind. i licked Randy's come from my fingers and did swallow that -- it burned the way ripe radishes burn in the back of my throat.
we lay there for a long time until we both dozed off. and when i woke up, curled up in a quilt with my ass pressed against Randy's naked body, there was no shaft of light coming from under the closet door. Even so, i could see our bodies clearly in my mind. i knew every inch of Randy's cock, and balls, and hands, and body. and all i could think about was the next time -- because i was going to insist we keep a light on.
i told him that i would tell him about it, but that i wanted to do it in the dark where i couldn't see Randy's face or the expression i was sure he would be wearing when i told him. i thought Randy would think that was odd, but if he did he never let on. he just asked me where i thought i could find a suitable place and i told him that my parent's big rambling house had an unused guest room that featured a long, cedar paneled walk-in closet where my mother kept her wedding dress, various keepsakes, and articles of clothing that were not currently in use. Randy seemed satisfied with that and asked me to take him there.
it was nearing winter, and the air was cool and carried a faint smell of wood smoke as we let ourselves into my house. the guest room was situated upstairs and at the end of a long hallway. as we walked toward the door to the room, Randy put his arm around me and told me that i shouldn't be ashamed of what had happened the day his father discovered us, but that i had every right to be angry. i impressed upon him that i wasn't angry, only a bit confused, and definitely a little embarrassed. Randy nodded absently at that. when we got the door at the end of the hallway, i turned the old brass knob on it and opened it. the scent of vacancy and lack of use in the room was comforting in a way, and when i closed the door i caught Randy's scent in the mix. it was clean, like warm laundry with a hint of something a****l in it -- it made me swoon just a bit because it reminded me of his father's male scent, the one he'd conjured as i lay, my naked ass exposed to him, across his long and masculine thighs.
Randy looked at me and then around the room. there were two doors on the far wall, they were both doors to the walk-in closet. like the door to the room, they had old-fashioned knobs and holes for a universal skeleton key. unlike the door to the room, the closet doors were locked, but i knew that my mother kept a key in the top drawer of the vanity. i retrieved the key and caught a glimpse of myself in triptych in the vanity mirrors. how feminine i was, i thought, compared to Randy's sturdy male frame. i was so slight with girlish curves. my skin was pale, and my eyes were far to blue and large for a boy. my lips were too pink and full, and my hands and arms too thin and delicate. i glanced up at Randy's reflection in the mirror as he stood behind me and noticed him looking at me with fascination. i turned, walked toward the nearest closet door, put in the skeleton key and turned it.
the door unlocked, i opened it, and both of us inhaled the scent of aromatic cedar. it was divine and welcoming. i looked at Randy over my shoulder and asked him to come inside. he followed me in and we looked around the cedar-lined walk-in for some place to sit and talk in the dark. there were several quilts in the corner of the closet, they were folded and carefully arranged in three or four stacks.
"here," i said, "we can sit here."
Randy stepped to the corner and sat down on a stack of quilts. i closed the door behind us, and locked the door. after i'd locked the closet door, and my eyes adjusted to the darkness, i noticed a thin shaft of light coming from under the door of the closet. it was just light enough to make out the outlines of Randy's figure on the quilts. he reached up and took my hand, then pulled me down beside him. the quilts were warm and soft, and i could smell Randy much stronger now, his scent mixed with the heady cedar.
"tell me," he said.
i took a deep breath and exhaled the story of how Randy's father had spanked me, bare-assed, behind the shed in Randy's back yard because he'd caught me masturbating with Randy.
"details," Randy said.
"i want to know what that bastard did to you."
when i hesitated, Randy leaned in and whispered in my ear,
"it's ok, really."
i sighed and began: i told Randy that his father had pulled down my pants and underwear and did nothing for a long moment. i wondered why he didn't just spank me, and concluded that he was looking at my little ass across his lap. i sensed Randy nodding in the dark.
"what else?," Randy asked.
"when he finally did spank me --"
"what?," Randy asked again.
i told Randy that i actually had liked it. Randy was quiet for a while, i think he was holding his breath. when i heard him exhale, i sensed him nodding again.
"i thought so," he said.
but i broke in and told him that i think it was just my imagination.
"what do you mean?"
i explained to him that my imagination was very vivid, and that sometimes i could convince myself that certain things were exactly what they were not. Randy said he wasn't quite sure what i meant by that, so i went on.
"for instance, i'm a boy, right? i have boy parts, but sometimes i feel more like a girl. you've said so yourself -- maybe you were teasing me, but it made me wonder all over again.
sometimes i start imagining that i am a girl, that i can do the things that girls do, you know, with boys. that's not exactly what i am, though."
"i think i see," said Randy. "how does that make you feel?"
"well, like i said, when your father was looking at me that way, i sort of liked it. i felt like i was making him respond to me in exactly the way a girl should make a boy respond. does that make sense?"
"yes," he said. "what else?"
"when he spanked me, i was so aware of his body's interaction with mine."
"what do you mean?"
"i was aware of his hands on me. i was aware of the fact that each time he raised his hand before he brought it back down across my bottom, that i was responding by pushing my bottom up and out, like it was trying to meet his hand with it, and i was aware that i wanted my bottom to look nice for him. i hoped that he was pleased with it."
"what else?"
"i was aware of his --"
"what?," Randy pressed me.
"-- of his...his..."
"his dick, right?," Randy said.
i could hear Randy breathing hard now, almost angrily. i could smell his anger and excitement mixed with the cedar walls in the dark closet.
"yes," i said. "and mine."
"he got hard, didn't he?," Randy asked me.
"yes."
"and so did you, didn't you?"
"yes."
"anything else?"
i suddenly felt like i was in a confessional, and it excited me.
"yes, i had a wet dream on his pants."
Randy got silent again.
"and he finished spanking me when he realized what i'd done. that's when he stood me up, pulled up my pants, and told me to go home."
"and you did," Randy said.
"yes, but i left your drawing of me lying in the grass, and when i sneaked back through the bushes to get it, i saw your father --"
"what, tell me."
"i saw your dad masturbating behind the shed where he'd spanked me."
Randy sighed heavily.
"then he picked up your drawing of me and put it in his pocket."
"i wondered what happened to it," Randy said.
"anyway, it was just a matter of imaginations running wild, that's all -- i mean, i'm not a girl, and i can't make boys or men feel that way when they see me. i don't really feel that way either, it's just my imagination, just a, a kind of lie i tell myself and sometimes other people ride the lie because they get caught in the moment."
that's when Randy said something to me that i've never forgotten.
"body's don't lie," he said.
we were both quiet for a long time sitting there in the dark. then i heard Randy breathing heavily again.
"they don't lie," he whispered.
i heard Randy unbutton his jeans. i heard his zipper. i heard him pulling his jeans down around his hips, his thighs, his knees. i head him moving his hand up and down. i heard him whisper again.
"dicks don't lie, tristan."
he took my hand and put it on his erection. i could feel how hot his flesh was, he was almost feverish. i opened my fingers and then closed them again around his cock. it felt so big there in the dark. Randy hands were much bigger than my own, his cock was too. i moved my hand up and down concentrating on all that had just happened: the two of us confessing to each other in the dark, aromatic closet, recounting the events of that exciting day, the aggro-erotic spanking Randy's father had given me, cumming on his thigh, and watching him cum in secret, folding Randy's picture of me. i put my other hand on Randy's cock and moved them both steadily and with more purpose. i realized that i was trying to make Randy come. his cock responded by getting bigger and a lot harder.
i suddenly felt Randy's hand between my legs. he was feeling my own cock. he moved his fingers to the elastic waist band of the gym shorts i was wearing and pulled the top of them down, exposing my little cock. he wrapped his hand around it and started masturbating me. we sat next to each other there in the closet, playing with each other's cocks, and just when i thought Randy was going to come, he grabbed my hands and stopped me.
"what's wrong?," i asked him.
and without answering, he took hold of my shorts with both his hands and pulled them down. now i was naked from the waist down, wearing just a blue hoodie over a long-sleeved t-shirt, my socks and tennis shoes. it felt good to be out of some of my clothes. i was wondering where this sudden move would take us, but i didn't have to wonder long. before i knew it, Randy pulled me by the wrist across his lap and began kneading the cheeks of my bottom.
"i want to kiss them, kiss the hurt away," he said.
i could feel his big cock under my tummy.
"it doesn't hurt anymore," I said.
that's when he spanked me hard.
"how about now?"
immediately, i arched my back and pushed my bottom up for him as i moaned. Randy spanked me again. and again. and again. then he gently moved me from his lap and knelt behind me. i felt his lips on my bottom, his hands held my hips tight as he explored my ass in the dark. i had driven him absolutely wild. he alternated between spanking my butt and licking my cheeks. i bent over to accommodate him.
when he put his hand on my cock again, it was wet. he had licked his hand and told me that it would make me feel good. he put his tongue in my crack and licked me there. i felt faint. i really thought i was going to pass out. i came hard in Randy's hand when his tongue entered my ass. i really think i did lose consciousness for a moment. and when i came to again, Randy wasn't behind me anymore. he was moving alongside of me. i heard him stand up. i heard the sound of him removing his shoes, socks, underwear, and jeans. he took his shirt off. he was completely naked in the dark. and he was still hard.
he positioned himself on the quilts again, and i could tell that he was sitting with his back against the cedar walls with his legs spread wide. i could smell the clean heat rising from his crotch.
"finish me," he said.
i knelt in front of him. i licked the palm of my hand and put it on his cock. he grabbed my wrist.
"not that way," he said.
"what way then?," i asked him.
"lick me like i licked you," he said.
this was a first for me, i had never done anything remotely like this. i'm not even certain i had imagined doing it, but Randy was now more than a fried, and he needed something that only i could give him, and he needed it now.
i felt his hand on the back of my head, it was pushing my face toward his crotch. i relaxed and, from my kneeling position, bent forward from my hips. i kissed Randy's cock gently and i felt him put a hand on my bottom. while stroked and petted me, i felt the head of his cock move between my lips.
at that moment, i knew my destiny. it was the most amazing feeling in the world. i licked the head of his cock. i licked up and down the shaft of it. i licked his balls. i felt like a total girl: slightly humiliated, very much needed, and completely in love with the man i was servicing. the heady mixture of shame, excitement, and pleasure was overwhelming. i began to bob my head up and down, mimicking the movements my hand had made earlier. i swirled my tongue around Randy's cock before plunging the entire length of his cock into the back of my throat.
i didn't know it at the time, but i was a natural. i may have gotten better at oral sex over the years, but i was born knowing the basics. Randy seemed to approve. he bucked his hips, pulled my hair, and put his middle finger int my ass. i had one hand on the softness of the quilts, and the other one roamed Randy's torso.
Randy came hard in my mouth. i felt his hot come fill my entire throat. i tasted how salty-sweet it was, and i smiled as i let it flow out of my mouth in a pearly flood. i knew nothing about swallowing back then, but the thought crossed my mind. i licked Randy's come from my fingers and did swallow that -- it burned the way ripe radishes burn in the back of my throat.
we lay there for a long time until we both dozed off. and when i woke up, curled up in a quilt with my ass pressed against Randy's naked body, there was no shaft of light coming from under the closet door. Even so, i could see our bodies clearly in my mind. i knew every inch of Randy's cock, and balls, and hands, and body. and all i could think about was the next time -- because i was going to insist we keep a light on.
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