Gay college boy Ryan gets a surprise spanking from his brother-in-law for being an arrogant little snot then is forced to suck off his cock.
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Brother-in-Law Spank
by Allan Ross
Ryan couldn't believe it when his brother-in-law suddenly grabbed him and pulled him over his lap. The football game they were watching that afternoon had barely gotten started, though Ryan had actually been reading a magazine.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" Ryan asked, blurting out the question as Jack positioned the startled lad across his muscular thighs by grasping Ryan between his legs and lifting Ryan a bit so his chest rested on the edge of the sofa. "We're supposed to be watching football!"
"This is a time-out for you, Ryan," Jack replied. "If you weren't such a little stuck-up snot, you wouldn't need this. And stop struggling, or I'll use my belt instead of my hand."
Jack brought his left hand down in a powerful swat square on Ryan's butt. WHAP! He quickly followed it with several more, stilling Ryan's flailing hands by holding Ryan's wrists firmly together behind the young man's back with his right hand and using his left to steadily spank Ryan's ass. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
"Besides, you're probably one of those homos that like this kind of stuff, aren't you Ryan?" Jack said, punctuating his words with powerful swats.
"No, I'm not, you prick!" Ryan answered, squirming against the onslaught of Jack's hard hand. Unfortunately, that didn't seem to be true, for Ryan's cock had hardened almost before Jack delivered the first spank. Ryan's erect prick stiffened further with the jolt of each powerful swat, as his dick pressed again and again against Jack's thigh. Why had his sister felt it necessary to tell her new husband that her little brother was gay? That was something Ryan had shared with Pam only recently. He had just started to come to terms with it himself, and he certainly hadn't planned on Jack knowing about it.
"Right, boy" Jack said, leaving his hand on Ryan's' butt after a landing a stinging swat. "What's this all about, then?"
To Ryan's amazed embarrassment, Jack slid his hand, warm from spanking Ryan's butt, down between Ryan's legs, grasping the humiliated young man's crotch. As Jack gripped Ryan's hard rod straining against his blue denim jeans, Jack said,
"Did you think I couldn't feel your boner digging into my leg? When I take your jeans down and blister your bare ass, you better not shoot all over your sister's new couch!"
"Jesus, no, Jack!" Ryan begged, turned on even more by Jack's hand grasping his crotch. "Don't do this to me. I'm sorry I don't like football. I'll try, really. Just don't take my pants down."
"I'm not spanking your little fag ass because you don't like football, Ryan," Jack replied, resuming his attack on Ryan's butt. "I'm (WHAP!) spanking you because you (WHAP!) didn't even pretend (WHAP!) to want to spend some (WHAP!) time getting to know me. You probably think I'm not too bright, right, college boy?"
Ryan's butt was beginning to warm up. His jeans offered some protection, but Jack was one strong guy, whatever it was he did in construction made him look like he worked out, and Ryan realized that if his ass was starting to heat up already, once he lost his pants, his naked ass was going to be on fire.
"What do you mean? I was watching the damn game with you, wasn't I?" Ryan said, gasping out the words between spanks as he tried to wriggle off Jack's lap. Jack held him so firmly, however, that all he managed to do was rub his crotch against his brother-in-law's leg, making it increasingly difficult to respond intelligently. "Jesus, man, I'm sorry for whatever I did! I'm sure you're a genius!"
WHAP! "You are sorry, smart-mouth little queer, Ryan, but your ass is gonna be sorrier!" Jack administered a swift volley of spanks, turned Ryan face-up, releasing Ryan's arms, and began to unzip Ryan's fly.
"Please don't, Jack. Please!" Ryan begged, trying to prevent Jack from loosening his jeans by grasping Jack's wrists.
"I'd stop, but I think you like this, pretty boy," Jack said, smirking as he finished unzipping Ryan's fly and grasped Ryan's hard cock briefly. "A man's dick doesn't lie, does it?" Jack quickly pulled Ryan's loosened jeans down, shoving them down past the young man's knees. Then Jack grabbed the waistband of Ryan's white briefs, wet with precum from Ryan's leaking penis, and pulled them down as well.
Ryan had stopped fighting, realizing that Jack was too strong for him. He was also confused by the mixture of embarrassment, arousal, fear, and anticipation that swept through him as Jack manhandled him. He just hoped he could talk Jack out of spanking him on his bare ass. "Please, I can't help it, but don't do this," Ryan pleaded.
"I'm going to be a better friend to you that you ever thought, Ryan," Jack said, turning Ryan back over on his stomach. Jack once again reached between Ryan's legs, grasped his stiff cock and adjusted the humiliated lad so that Ryan rested primarily across Jack's thigh. Then Jack released his grip on Ryan's dick and lifted Ryan's right leg a bit to spread Ryan's legs and expose more of his butt. Ryan grasped the edge of the sofa, preparing for the worst, but also exquisitely aware of the sensation of his erect penis rubbing against the warm denim of Jack's jeans.
SMACK! Jack's hand came down with a powerful slap that sent a sudden blaze of heat across Ryan's naked buttocks, pressing Ryan against Jack's thigh.
"Ow!" Ryan yelled. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Ryan starting yelling in earnest as the stinging slaps continued. The roar of the crowd from the football game on television seemed to highlight Jack's merciless spanking. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Please, please PLEASE!", Ryan yelled, as Jack's stinging slaps continued. "I'm sorry, man! What do you want me to say!" Ryan couldn't believe the burning of his ass cheeks as Jack's hand kept striking every inch of Ryan's bottom-high on the curve of his buttocks, low near his thighs, square on his butt crack, on the tender flesh near his asshole . Yet, as he bounced against Jack's thigh with each blow, his engorged cock was generating its own heat.
"I'll do whatever you want, Jack, if you'll stop! Anything!" Ryan gasped, hardly believing how easily Jack had made him feel like a naughty 6-year old.
"Anything, Ryan?" Jack said, chuckling, rubbing Ryan's blazing buttocks, his fingers grazing the back of Ryan's balls.
"Yes, anything, you son-of-a-bitch," Ryan said, trying desperately not to shoot his load all over his sister's sofa, but he couldn't help thrusting himself against Jack's thigh.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "That's no way to speak to your brother-in-law," Jack said, resuming the spanking. SMACK! SMACK! Smacksmacksmack! "But I better prevent an accident that would be tough to explain to Pam," Jack continued, as he reached around and under Ryan with his right hand, grasping Ryan's fully erect, wet cock in his big, warm hand.
Ryan yelled and begged and promised , not even aware of what he was saying as Jack massaged Ryan's penis, his hand slick from Ryan's precum, continuing to smack the nearly incoherent boy's cherry-red bottom.
"Please, oh God! Stop! Jack, please, please. A-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" Ryan exploded into Jack's hand, his buttocks clenching and his legs writhing. He came again and again, more powerfully than he had thought possible. Jack rubbed the quivering lad's bottom until Ryan had finished his thrusts, relaxing finally across Jack's lap, his breathing slowing. Then Jack rolled Ryan over face-up, lifted his right hand from Ryan's penis, dripping with cum, and wiped it off on Ryan's T-shirt.
"Jesus, what a mess!" Jack said, looking down at Ryan, who blushed and couldn't meet Jack's eyes. "Well, now you can live up to your promise, my little fag. I love your sis, but she doesn't like to give head. I'm sure you do, right?"
"It, it wouldn't be right," Ryan protested. "What if Pam found out?"
"She's not going to find out, unless you tell her, Ryan," Jack replied, sliding Ryan off his lap and onto the floor so that Ryan was on his knees, his jeans and brief still gathered down around his ankles. "Besides, it's kind of nice of me to keep it in the family, so to speak, don't you think?" Jack said while standing up, clasping the back of Ryan's head with his hands and pressing Ryan's face against his crotch. "This is what you've been wanting since you got here, anyway, my little homo. You haven't been able to keep your eyes off my crotch since you walked into the house."
Ryan wanted to deny it, but he couldn't. This was what he wanted ever since he had seen the blue-eyed hunk his sister was marrying at their wedding last year. He grasped Jack's hips and rubbed his face against the big bulge in his brother-in-law's jeans, the smell of warm denim promising more. He quickly undid the metal snaps of Jack's Levi's and pulled the jeans down, forcing them over Jack's muscled thighs. Ryan pressed his mouth against the damp spot in Jack briefs where the tip of Jack's big cock was leaking. Then Ryan pulled the briefs down, releasing Jack's stiff prick to jut out, the tip glistening with clear precum.
Before Ryan took the sweet hard shaft in his mouth, he thrust his tongue around and over Jack's balls, licking the hot, tender, silky skin.
"Jesus!" Jack exclaimed, his hand ruffling Ryan's hair, "You're going to make me crazy."
After bathing Jack's nuts with his tongue, Ryan began sucking Jack's engorged cock, tasting the salty, silky hardness and trying to get as much of it in his throat as he could. Whether this was wrong, or a betrayal of his sister didn't seem much of a concern. All he could think of was how great this was, his butt still tingling from Jack's spanking, the taste and smell and feel of his brother-in-law everything he could desire.
"Oh man, this is good," Jack said, his hands caressing Ryan's head. He began to move his hips forward and back as Ryan's sucked. "This is my fucking dream come true-watching football and getting a blow job in my own living room. Shit, I'm going to come!"
Jack tried to pull his dick out of Ryan's mouth, but Ryan wouldn't let him, stroking the base of Jack's cock while sucking harder.
"U-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" Jack moaned as he shot load after load into Ryan's mouth, who gamely tried to swallow it all. Ryan loved the thick, warm, creamy fluid, but there was too much to swallow, some dribbled out over his cheeks and chin. Eventually, Jack's spasms subsided and he pulled his glistening, relaxing cock out of his brother-in-law's mouth. Ryan continued to lick Jack's penis, moving down the shaft to Jack's nuts and groin.
"All right, all right, you little prick. Give a man a chance to rest." Jack pushed Ryan's head away from his crotch, laughing, and collapsed back onto the sofa. "I think there was a touchdown when I came, or maybe the crowd was roaring for me!
Ryan stood up and reached down to pull his briefs and jeans back up. But Jack reached out and grabbed his hands. Ryan locked eyes with Jack, who said, "Let's don't be in a hurry, Ryan. I may decide you need another spanking before the game's over. And I know I'm going to need another blow job. Let's make it easy on ourselves," Jack said, smiling.
Ryan felt himself stiffen as he realized what Jack was saying.
"That's what I thought," Jack said, smiling, his eyes dropping to Ryan's rising penis, "I thought you might not have really learned your lesson." In a moment, Ryan was back over Jack's lap, but this time his hard cock was rubbing against Jack's own stiff one.
Later that day, as Ryan shifted uncomfortably in his chair while having dinner with his sister and his brother-in-law, he was able to tell Pam honestly, though he felt himself blushing a bit, that he and Jack had gotten to know each other much better, and he admitted that football wasn't as bad as he had thought.
"Yeah," agreed Jack. "Ryan is really looking forward to the Monday night football game tomorrow night, aren't you, Ryan?"
Allan Ross