St: Summer in the Wilderness (F/t, t/t, spank, hand, spoon, bondage, shave, role reversal, sex)

[YLeeCoyote]

St: Summer in the Wilderness (F/t, t/t, spank, hand, spoon, bondage,
shave, role reversal, sex)
Summary: A youth visit his cousins for the summer and finds that he
can dominate his older cousin both sexually and with spanking which
compensates for being in the wilderness.


_The following story is fiction about youths with uneven development.
The story contains scenes of spanking and sex. If these subjects are
offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please
leave now. Although the period is of little concern to the story, the
lubricant used is petroleum jelly which is not compatible with condoms
so, by implication, it is set in the past._

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Summer in the Wilderness
by
Y Lee Coyote

The summer I was twelve-years-old I was exiled to the wilderness. To
be precise to Aunt Margaret's house in the country to stay with her
and my cousins, Stacy and Billy. My fervent wishes to stay in the
city with my friends and tons of stuff to do were ignored. I was told
a lot of things -- many sounding like threats and of dire consequences
if I did not accept the decree. I already had hair about my cock but
that was not any help in my struggles with my parents. A year or two
earlier -- before my balls dropped -- I would have been more docile
but not now. It seemed strange to me that I was old enough to take a
six hour train trip by myself but not old enough to hang out in my own
neighborhood. I did love that part as I felt so grown up traveling by
myself. Incidentally, the scenery along the river was fantastic. Of
course, I had to ignore the fact that I was practically checked like
my bag had been although I rode in a passenger car rather than the
baggage car.

I was picked up by all three of them as it was some ~@twenty miles
(thirty two km)@~ to their little village. Their trip to the "big
town" was not just to pick me up but to shop. My cousin Stacy was a
pretty young lady of seventeen with curves in all the right places
while Billy looked like a rosy-cheeked little boy in shorts rather
than a manly fourteen-year-old country boy who could survive weeks
alone in the woods with just his Swiss army knife for company.

It was after we had finished dinner that I got my first shock. Auntie
casually said: "Stacy take Dylan upstairs and give him his bath.
Billy you can wait in your room for your turn." Both my cousins got
up so I did also.

"Aunt Margaret," I said politely, "I'm been bathing myself for years
now. I don't need to trouble Stacy any." I got snapped at even
before the words could echo in the small room and immediately it got
worse! Auntie jumped up, grabbed me and sat down again. In a flash
she had opened my jeans and yanked them down and flipped me over her
lap. Before I know what was happening she was spanking me hard. She
was a tough country woman -- not a weakling (like I though cousin
Billy was) -- and her spanks hurt. It took great effort not to howl
and cry like a baby but I wanted to be a man about this. Of course,
my boxers did not offer any protection whatsoever except to my
modesty. It definitely was a red hot welcome to the family and,
obviously, Auntie wanted everything her way immediately.

"Come along, Dylan." said Stacy sweetly taking my hand and pulling me
towards the stairs as I pulled up my jeans. Billy gave me a helpful
push. There was nothing to do but go. Once in the bathroom, Stacy
started the water and told me to undress and get into the tub. I
noticed that there was not any shower. I was half washed when she
returned and complimented me on that. "See, I can wash myself." I
said smugly.

"I'll do your back." she said nicely taking the washcloth and
proceeding. Well, there are a lot of worse things than a pretty young
lady washing one's back and I actually enjoyed it. She then had me
lift my legs one at a time to wash them and finally told me to stand
so she could do my middle. I tried to protest but I was soon standing
after being warned how imminent another spanking could be. She did my
butt and then started on my front. Well, you can guess what happened
-- my boner instantly turned into a major hard on when she started
washing my dick with her soapy hand. She certainly knew how to wash a
guy's stuff.

I was about to apologize for being rampant but she spoke first. "My
-- you are a _BIG_ boy, Cuz." which brought a smile to my face. Then
she yelled to her brother: "Billy -- bring your school ruler in here.
I want to measure Dylan's dick." I nearly fell over. In just seconds
Billy was there with the ruler and she held it next to my shaft.
"~@Seven inches (Eighteen cm)@~." she exclaimed while Billy was
staring with saucer-like eyes. "You're definitely man-sized already
cousin." she told me and then added to her brother: "That's a way lot
more than you got _little_ brother and he's got a big bush also." As
she spoke, I could see Billy start to blush and even seem to shrink
from embarrassment. Well, they were surprised at my maturity and I
was at that revelation since it explained why Billy looked like a
little boy -- he _was_ a little boy!

I got out of the tub and Stacy dried me off while the water drained
and was replaced. By then Billy had stripped and was getting into the
tub. I saw with my own eyes that he was still just a hairless little
boy, with only a boy's equipment and at fourteen still being washed by
his big sister.

Although it was a rural house, it was not big, so because of the
limited space, Billy's single bed had been replaced by a double bed
for us to share. When Billy had finished in the bath, Stacy tucked us
into bed together. Billy had only one thing on his mind as soon as we
were alone. He wanted to examine my man-sized equipment and he wasted
no time getting started with his explorations. Just like I had with
his sister, I fully boned up for him as soon as he got his hands on
me. Of course, he was extremely jealous of my development as he was
two years older yet years behind in starting puberty.

I was enjoying hearing his longing and admiring remarks about how big
I was and that he was playing with my dick. Most unselfishly, I
quickly decided that I would let him enjoy it and gently encouraged
him to lick it. I expected and hoped, of course, that he would soon
be sucking my dick. I was right. He was pretty good at it and I soon
rewarded him with a big load of hot splooge which he greedily sucked
down to my delight. Then he thanked me for my generosity. He
explained that he often sucked his sister's boyfriends because they
told him that "it would help him to get hairs and grow." I promised
that I would help him as much as I could. He was most grateful for my
generosity. "Remember that we are family and it is my duty to help
you." I told him. You can be sure that by now I had changed my mind
about having to share a bed.

Billy did not know much about human sexuality and when he saw that I
was hard in the morning, asked about having some more splooge. I
barely said "Sure." before he was at my dick like he was a hungry calf
just offered a swollen teat. It was a most delightful way to start
the day.

I learnt another lesson once we went for breakfast. Billy did not get
dressed explaining that he never did for breakfast and that I
shouldn't either. My aunt was not pleased at all. She grabbed a big
wooden spoon from the counter, pushed me over a chair and went at my
bare ass with a will. As she beat me with it, she yelled that I must
never run about the house naked like a little boy. "Yes, Aunt
Margaret." I yelled. As soon as she released me, I ran upstairs and
dressed. I hoped that she would treat me as a young man now rather
than as a little boy like she did Billy.

After breakfast, Billy got dressed and took me out to see the village
and to met his friends. He asked me not to tell them of my special
generosity as they might scoff and I agreed. The village was
extremely small with fewer people than in just a block in the city.
Of course, there was not anything to do.

After dinner we hung about for a while and when it was bedtime I
learnt that although I was to big to run about naked I was not big
enough to bathe myself so that Stacy would help me again. I did not
object as I now knew that Stacy would make it fun and if I objected I
would get spanked. She did not disappoint me in the least for this
time she washed and washed my rampant cock until I shot. It was
great! I immediately had thoughts of fucking her and realized that
Billy would have to be satisfied with a smaller load this evening.

Billy was most enthusiastic about getting as much of my spunk as he
could to kick start his puberty. I sure had never heard anything of
the sort (except from my cousin) but I certainly wouldn't deprive him
of my spunk if that is what he wanted. Admittedly, it certainly made
me feel great each time. After a few days, I made up a story of my
own. "Cuz, there's an even better way that my spunk can help you." I
told him. Naturally, he was super eager to know and I explained that
it could be deposited closer to the target but still inside and I
patted his butt. "Some guys might think this was queer rather than a
medical treatment so I was shy to mention it until I saw that you
really wanted help. It's completely up to you and I won't say another
word about it."

I did not have to say another word to my lagging cousin. He quickly
got the petroleum jelly and was insisting that he wanted my spunk
where it would be most effective. So a few minutes later, I had my
fingers covered with grease and stuck into his butt hole so I could
fuck him without hurting him. When he was very relaxed and dilated, I
replaced my fingers with my rock hard cock and quickly drove it deep
into him. Then I slowly fucked him until I released my load deep
inside him. We lost our virginities together although I did not tell
him this. Almost every night after that, I generously deposited a
load in my most grateful cousin before we went to sleep so he could
get the maximum benefit. We both felt very good about it.

Once I had began to feed Billy my spunk both fore and aft, he really
couldn't do anything but look up to me as the leader for I was the
stronger and dominant male, especially since he was pretty wimpy to
start with. Back home, I normally followed the lead of guys two years
older but Billy was different. I'm pleased that my aunt noticed her
baby boy's admiration for me because she was treating both of us like
ten-year-old boys. My hope was that she would treat me as more mature
than her son even though he was older. It certainly was worth that
spanking for her to see that I was well on my way to manhood.

Billy messed up frequently enough so as to get himself spanked every
few days while I managed to follow her rules and avoid being spanked.
Sometimes my aunt would be busy and tell Stacy to spank him. I had
been there a couple of weeks when he displeased her again. "I don't
have time to spank you now, boy. I have to finish this up for my
meeting." she said sharply.

"Aunt Margaret, I can take care of that unpleasant chore for you and
Billy won't have to wait." I said helpfully (and very hopefully).

Much to my delight she agreed. "Oh, that would be good, Dylan. You
are so much more mature than Billy."

Seconds later I was leading a surprised Billy up to our room for a
real male-to-male spanking. When I ordered him to strip he did so
immediately, just like he did for his mother and sister. I sat on the
bed and got him over my lap. A few spanks and his little boy bottom
started to turn red. I kept at it for some time until he was
sobbing. That did not satisfy me and I continued to spank him very
hard until he was bawling properly. I found that it was most arousing
and I quickly got a huge hardon. I pushed him aside so he was only
partly on the bed and then I let my pants down. I had to relive that
pressure and I did so by driving my hard rod deep between his glowing
bum cheeks. It was terrific.

When he had stopped crying, I made him stand up for while and after he
stopped leaking, I sent him off to apologize to his mommy. I was
certain that she would check that I did a proper job roasting his
naughty bottom. She did not complain and that meant that she was
pleased. I was sure that Billy would look up to me even more. I was
hoping that Auntie would have me spank Billy a lot more since it was
great fun.

One thing I was hoping to get to do was to decide on my own to spank
Billy rather than just doing because Auntie told me to. The
opportunity presented itself one Saturday morning. Right after
breakfast, Auntie gave Billy a talking to which can be summed up in
just one sentence: "Billy, I've been telling you for days to clean up
your mess like Dylan has his. Now, you better get it done _today_ or
you'll go to bed early -- with a red hot bottom and miss your party."
Billy was left alone to tend to his chore while Auntie visited some
friend, Stacy went to plot with her girl friends and I went jogging as
I was planing to join the track team in the fall.

When I got back, I found Billy was watching cartoons and ignoring his
chore. "How childish can he get?" I thought as I turned off the TV
and started to lecture him. As obvious as it was, apparently he had
forgotten that he had to do this chore in particular to go to the
party rather than bawl after a spanking. I saw three possibilities:
Finish the clean up (fat chance that would happen as things were);
wait for Auntie to return and give him as good hard spanking (almost a
sure thing since I saw lots of them); getting him over my knee for a
motivational spanking to get him to do the required clean up
(definitely a wonderful idea).

Billy won't chose so I made the choice for him. I sat down and pulled
him over my lap and gave him a few hard spanks to get his attention.
As he started to complain (a.k.a. backtalk) I got his pants down and
resumed the spanking. It was great fun watching his butt turn red and
hear him howl because of my spanking him. I kept it reasonable and
after stopping even pulled up his pants. "OK, Billy, now get to work
and finish before your Mommy comes home and really gives you a
spanking and prevents you from going to the party.

I was pleasantly surprised at the result. The little boy got to work
and within an hour finished. Later when Auntie returned, I made Billy
tell how I motivated him. I added to the explanation that I thought
he should be allowed to go to his party. Auntie agreed. Later that
evening, she showed signs that it might be good if I had more formal
control over immature Billy. I knew that would be a help if Stacy was
in favor of the idea (and also good for her since it meant she would
have less to do). That agreement, however, was neither immediate nor
without cost.

Stacy demanded two things from me before she would encourage Auntie to
grant me authority over Billy. First, I had to agree that she had
full authority over me. That meant she would set my rules, bathe me
(with delightful extras) as she wished and, of course, spank me as
required. I asked her to promise to be reasonable and she agreed that
was fair. Second, I had to accept a spanking immediately. It would
be for being my being "uppity" and thus needing to learn my place. I
surrendered to her right away. In truth, I really thought that I
wasn't giving up much that wasn't already in the cards.

She promised me the rules for the next day and started by giving me a
bath. I was used to that already so it went pretty smoothly and I
actually enjoyed it especially when she washed and jerked my cock. I
was feeling fine with all this and she took me to her room to spank
me. Even though I was cooperating, she decided to tie my wrists
together behind my back before getting me over her lap. "This way you
will experience my control even more." She was right about that. I
expected a hard spanking and she gave me one. A few warm-up spanks
with her hand and then she switched to using an old sneaker which was
most effective. It was a long spanking and eventually I broke and
cried like a little boy.

She had me stretched out on her bed after that and as I sobbed she
clipped off my pubes with a small scissors. Then she put some shaving
cream on me and used a safety razor to get the stubble leaving me baby
smooth. "I don't want you to forget that you are still a LITTLE BOY
under MY CONTROL, Dylan." she explained. I was sure that I would not
have forgotten that even with my pubes intact but now I was sure. She
had one more surprise for she went down on me. She was not
experienced like her brother but she tried and I managed to reward her
with my splooge. Needless to say, I loved that she did that and she
explained that she did not like it with hair. It was a trade off I
guess. Of course, I had to play by _her_ rules which made it more
exciting.

The rules I got the next day were reasonable and she even supplied a
suggested set for Billy which I adopted. Billy felt better with me
smooth like he was. Stacy called us her two smooth boys.

After that things were pretty smooth. Stacy left me alone for the
most part although she bathed, shaved and blew me weekly. Naturally,
I still got plenty of sex from Billy. I really wished that he would
grow up and start puberty soon for his own sake. I did feel good
about being in charge of him and I spanked him several more times.

The summer wasn't as bad as it could have been. It took a few weeks
for my pubes to grow back but since most of the other guys at school
didn't have any it did not attract attention. I had lots of wonderful
memories to jerk off to thinking about my cousins. It was definitely
thrilling to think about dominating Billy who was older but just as
much so to surrender to Stacy. I'm really confused now -- am I a top
or a bottom; am I straight, gay or bi?

The End

© Copyright A.I.L. April 11, 2013