"Spanking in the Rain"  by Blake

Erotic Gay Spanking Fiction by Spank Me Hard

Tom rode the bus home after practice each day.  It was cooler than usual this summer, and as he sat at the bus stop waiting he could feel the chill of the breeze riding up his gym shorts.  He shivered.

“Stupid me,” he thought.  “I should’ve showered and changed.”

But who was he kidding.  Tom never showered after practice.  He was too shy to let the other boys see him naked.

The wind continued to blow.

“4:15,” he whispered to himself.  “Just five more minutes.”

He shivered again.  He could feel his muscles begin to tense; he felt his nipples harden.  They climbed off his chest, pressing through his T-shirt like two solid linemen rushing the defense.  Tom was the lightest on his team.

It began to drizzle.

“Fuck,” Tom said.

The raindrops fell against his back, almost icy, sharp.  He wrapped his arms around himself for warmth.

“It’s late.”

As the water wet his sleeves he could see the outlines of his biceps through the pale blue cloth.

“It’s fucking late.”

The rain began to fall more heavily.  The pitter-patter grew into a rumble, deafening; he could hardly hear himself think.  He closed his eyes.  His body trembled.

“Hey, kid.  Hop in.”

It was Brad.  Tom didn’t hear him pull up through the pouring rain.  He watched as Brad leaned over the seat and pushed open the passenger door.

“I said, hop in.”

Tom got up from the bench and stepped into the car.

“Thanks.”

Brad was a senior and the captain of the college football team.  Tom, only a sophomore and a newcomer to the team, didn’t know him well.

“You’re Tom, right?” said Brad.

Tom was in shock—Brad had never spoken a word to him out on the field—Tom thought he didn’t even know his name.

“Yes, Sir,” replied Tom.

“Sir?” Tom thought to himself, amazed at what an idiot he could be at times.  As though sensing Tom’s embarrassment, Brad gave Tom a deep and comforting look in the eyes and said:

“You can call me Brad.”

Tom sighed—not only out of relief, but also out of admiration.  The look Brad gave him, deep and comforting, was also fierce and penetrating; Tom could feel it reach inside him as his heart began to race.  Brad was absolutely gorgeous.  His steely blue eyes were as soft and warm as Tom’s perspiring forehead, as stone and cold as the icy rain outside.  Tom could hear the raindrops pounding against the windshield, his heartbeats pounding against his chest—and then he felt Brad’s hand on his left thigh.

Tom was startled; he almost choked.

“Oh, sorry—I was just trying to get your attention.”

Tom realized then that he had been staring straight into Brad’s eyes ever since he let out that sigh.  Brad had stopped the car and was waiting for him to snap out of his trance.

“You okay, man?”

Tom nodded.  But the truth was he wasn’t okay.  He was frightened.  He darted his eyes downward and saw that his dick had grown rock hard and was bulging out of his gym shorts.  “Fuck!” Tom said to himself, “What if Brad sees!  He’ll tell the whole team I’m a fucking faggot!”

He brought his eyes back up just in time to catch Brad’s as they too were rising up from the sight of Tom’s enormous cock.  Then Brad said something Tom didn’t expect:

“No wonder you never shower with the guys.  That thing would scare everyone away.”

It was true.  Tom had known it for a while now.  He’s had sex with girls before, and every time he’s gotten a comment on his dick size.

Now Brad said something Tom really didn’t expect:

“Mind if I see?”

Tom could hardly believe his ears.  Without thinking he said, “No”—but then he realized that Brad was serious.

“I’ll trade ya,” he said.

Brad pulled down his zipper and pulled out his own.  Tom’s grew still larger at the sight of Brad’s.

“I thought I was the biggest on the team,” said Brad.  “Let’s see it.”

Almost as quickly as he had answered “No” before, this time he said, “Yes.”  But he had no zipper to pull down, so instead he had to pull down his shorts.  He gasped when he realized that he was wearing bright yellow boxers with bunnies and hearts—a Christmas present from his ex-girlfriend.  He caught Brad’s smile, and then his frown.

“I don’t like rabbits,” Brad complained.  “That won’t do.”

Tom didn’t know what that meant.  Instead he let Brad handle the situation.  The rain had slowed to a drizzle, and inside the car it was almost silent.  Brad reached over and slid his hand behind Tom’s back and a finger down into his ass crack.  Tom gave a jerk.

“What’s wrong, Tom?” said Brad.  “I thought you wanted this.”

Tom was confused.  He did want this, but he still couldn’t tell whether it was all a big joke.  Then he became sure that it wasn’t.

Brad bent over and began licking Tom’s cock through his boxers.  Tom squirmed in his seat—he was trapped by his seatbelt, could hardly move—and it felt so good that he feared he might cum all at once.

And then, all of a sudden, he did.

Brad knew it, too.  He tasted it through Tom’s boxers.

“Bleh!”—Brad spit and then swallowed—“Are you kidding me?”

Tom felt embarrassed and frightened all over again.  He feared what Brad might do.

“Get out of the car,” Brad said.  “That’s an order.”

“Uh-oh,” Tom thought to himself as he unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the passenger door.  “Uh-oh.”

Brad had already exited the car and walked around to the passenger side as Tom was getting out.  He grabbed Tom’s wrists and flung him around and pushed him down against the hood.  Out of the corner of Tom’s eye he could see that there was no one in sight; Brad had stopped the car off the side of the road, and perhaps on account of the weather it was empty.

Brad repeated, “I don’t like rabbits,” and tore Tom’s boxers down to the ground.  He added, “And I especially don’t like little baby bunnies.”

Tom was strong, but Brad was stronger—much stronger.  With one arm he held Tom tight against the cold, wet metal of the hood of the car—and with the other he patted Tom’s cold, wet ass.  And then it came.

SPANK!

Tom screamed as he felt Brad’s solid hand come thundering down against his ass cheeks.  The rain picked up again as Brad gave Tom a second blow, the water splashing off Tom’s ass as though it had burst apart.

“Next time you’ll learn to keep it in,” said Brad.  “I don’t like the taste of cum.”

He slammed his hand once more against Tom’s tender behind.  Tom cringed as he felt his skin growing red and the raindrops searing against his soft, wounded flesh.  Brad’s hard cock was still hanging out of his pants and dripping wet, and Tom felt him slide it up between his ass cheeks.  Tom would’ve dreamed of having that solid piece of Brad all the way up inside him, but now he was so sore from the spanking that he could only wish for him to move it away.

Brad had something else in mind.  Holding Tom’s head down so he couldn’t see what Brad was doing, Brad raised his other hand back, high over his shoulder, then let it come down against the gentle curve of Tom’s ass with a violent force that hammered Tom hard against the car.  Tom felt his muscles clench and his cheeks clamp tight around Brad’s pulsing cock, and he prayed for it all to end.

Brad gave Tom one final spanking, and then Tom’s prayers were heard.  They both looked up as the bus Tom had been waiting for pulled up in the distance.

Brad pulled away and quickly whispered into Tom’s ear, “Say anything to anyone and you won’t have an ass left to spank.”

The bus was drawing near.  Brad ran back into the driver’s seat of his car, shouted out, “See you at practice, Tommy-boy,” and sped off into the rain.  Tom, cold, wet, naked, pulled up his boxers and stood waiting for the bus.  His wallet was in his bag, which was in Brad’s car, which was miles away by now—but that was no matter.  With one look at Tom, the bus driver let him on board, free of charge.

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