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Subject: {ASSM} ST:  Wallace, Surrogate Dad (t/b, spank, mouth soaping, sex)
Date: Sat, 18 Nov 2000 11:10:03 -0500
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ST:  Wallace, Surrogate Dad (t/b, spank, mouth soaping, sex)

In the "Leave It To Beaver" series episode #156 (1961), "Substitute
Father" Ward goes off on a business trip and gives Wally the standard
"you're the man of the house" lecture.  The next day The Beaver
shocks his teacher, Miss. Landers, by using a *VERY, VERY BAD* word
out of classroom but in school and she writes a note demanding that
one of his parents show up for a chat.  Wally does a great job as
stand-in seeing Miss. Landers and then stays in the role even taking
dad's seat at dinner.  The Beaver happily accepts the leadership of
the new alpha male.  This is what I think part two should have been.
I selected Larry Mondello as the inspiration for The Beaver's sexual
aggressiveness since his father is always away on business and his
mother has trouble coping making him a good target for his cousin.
These characters belong to the show which I have shamelessly
appropriated under the "parody" exception to copyright.

A brief note about my previous Beaver story and a line from episode
#158 (1961), "Wally's car".  I don't recall the boys ever receiving
any corporal punishment so I talked of "Beaver's First Spanking".
However, in the episode about Wally and his junk car The Beaver says
to Wally: "... like when dad use to spank us."  Too bad they never
showed that.  In other episodes, Ward does talk of his father using a
razor strap on him.

The following story is fiction.  It contain scenes of spanking and
sex.  If such 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.  YLeeCoyote@Lycosmail.com


Wallace, Surrogate Dad
By
Y. Lee Coyote

Ward was away on a business trip.  It was after dinner and the boys
were up in their room doing their homework when the phone rang.  A
minutes later June was upstairs telling Wally and The Beaver that
their neighbors have an emergency and she going to babysit for them
and that she expects that she be back very late but most likely not
even make it for breakfast.  Wally assures her that they can take
care of themselves and can even make breakfast and asks that she
"please leave us some money so that we can buy lunch at school."

Soon The Beaver's homework is done and carefully checked by Wally.
As Wally finishes his own homework, The Beaver showers.

"Wally -- there's no toothpaste."  The Beaver complains as he in
walks into the bedroom.  He is surprised by a very serious-looking
Wally, holding the toothpaste tube, sitting on his bed.  "Theodor I
have to have a talk with you."

The Beaver is totally shocked.  He does not remember the last time
his brother used his legal name.  Creepy Eddie used it more than his
entire family.  "What is it?" he asks.

"Miss Lander was pretty upset with you Theodor.  You know that she
expects that you be punished not just talked to."  The Beaver looks
puzzled.  "If she thought that a talking to was sufficient, she would
not have wanted mom or dad to come to school.  You have to learn to
be more careful about using words like that.  You must never say them
in school or where ladies can hear them."

"You mean that it OK to use them with the guys."

"I did not quite say that, Theodor, but yes.  Even then it better not
to.  That's what you were doing in the hall that got you in trouble.
I'm going to do what grandma and grandpa would have done with dad
when he was a kid like you.  You're going to get your mouth washed
out with _soap_.

"Yes, Wally." said The Beaver dejectedly but obediently.  He was
still very grateful that Wally was keeping his secret.

"Since you did not argue or anything, I think that it will be
sufficient that you just brush your teeth with the soap, Theodor.
That won't be as bad as with the washcloth like dad got it from
grandma."

"Yes, Wally."  The Beaver rubs his toothbrush on the wet soap and
puts it in his mouth.  In a millisecond, he pulls it out.  "That's
tastes awful, Wally."

"I know; it's suppose to.  NOW BRUSH!'  After a few painful minutes
of brushing.  "That's enough, Beav; you can spit and rinse once."

Back in the bedroom Wally resumed his place on the bed and continues
his talk with The Beaver.  "Do you think that we got all those dirty
words washed out of your mouth?"

"Yes, Wally." still tasting the awful soap.

"What do you think that Grandpa would have done to dad?"

"Take him out to the woodshed and strap him.  I'm glad that we don't
have a woodshed, Wally."

"That would be right Beaver, if dad had been my age but at your age
he just would have been spanked."

"Are you going to spank me, Wally?  You already washed my mouth out
with soap and lectured me -- twice."

"Yes, Theodor, but not as hard as grandpa did.  And I still won't
tell mom and dad about the note."  Pulling his brother to him, Wally
lowers his pj's bottoms before flipping him over his lap.  Then
gripping him about the waist, he gives The Beaver a couple of pats on
his bare bottom.  "Ready, Beaver?"

"Yes, Wally.  I'm ready to be spanked."

Wally starts not really sure about how hard to hit for this is his
very first time spanking anyone.  He experiments and sees that light
spanks don't get any reaction and very hard ones cause his brother to
yell.  Like Goldilocks, he takes the middle road and finds that firm
but moderate spanks turn his brother's cute bottom nicely red and
that he reacts with discomfort but not great distress.  After about
five minutes, The Beaver is sobbing and he stops.

He hugs his little brother until he stops crying and then some.
"How's your mouth taste, Beaver?"

"Awful!!"

"Take the toothpaste and wash it out ... oh, wash your face too."

A little later The Beaver returns.  Wally tucks him into bed, prone
of course, like his dad usually does with a pleasant goodnight.  

Then Wally goes for his own shower.  He has a problem of his own to
work on.  As he pulls on it, he wonders why he got so hard when he
was spanking The Beaver.  He was harder than when he thought about
the prettiest girls at school or his long time favorite Mary Ellen.
As he heads for his bed he hears: "Thanks, Wally."

"For spanking you and washing your mouth with soap?"

"No; for not telling mom and dad.  You're gonna to be a great dad."

"Sure.  Now go to sleep."

"Yes, Wally."

Wally finds that his problem has returned and that he can not get The
Beaver's red, hot cute butt out of his mind.  All he can do is to
gently stroke until he is sure that his brother is asleep.

In the morning he makes breakfast for The Beaver and himself.  As
expected, the queen of worry calls and The Beaver answers.  "Don't
worry, mom," he tells her, "Wally yells at me as good as you and dad
do.  He made breakfast but not as good as you do."

Then in the background: "BEAVER, HURRY UP!  YOU GOTTA TO FINISH YOUR
MILK AND BRUSH YOUR TEETH AND GET TO SCHOOL."

"Gotta go; bye mom.  Here's Wally."

"'Mornin' mom.  No time to talk.  Everything is OK.  Gotta finish
breakfast and get to school.  Bye."

 From across the street and through the blinds, June watches her two
babies going off to school -- on time -- without either their dad or
her telling them what to do -- carrying their books and jackets.
They must be growing up.  Even the messes in their room and the
kitchen she found when she got home could not significantly detract
from the parental pride she felt.  Even more interesting was how The
Beaver was accepting Wally doing things his father normally did and
without any hint of resentment or sibling rivalry.

She got another bombshell at dinner.  Looking directly across the
table at her oldest in his father's chair (again), he quietly asked:
"May I take The Beaver up to the Lake on Saturday.  Dad was going to
do it but he won't be back until Sunday."

"Who else will be going with you, Wally?"

"Just us mom.  We'll take the bus."

"Please mom?" asked The Beaver.  "It will be real neat."

"Don't talk with your mouth full, Beaver." interjected Wally.

"Will you do as your brother tells you to, Beaver?"

"Yes, mom.  Otherwise he'll yell me like dad does and that makes me
feel even worse."

"OK, boys."

"Thanks, mom.  Will you make us lunch, please." said Wally.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Saturday was a great day to go to the Lake and the two brothers were
having a great time together.  They even hiked up the stream a short
way.  Wally stepped into the woods to tend to a call of nature
cautioning The Beaver to stay right there and, of course, don't go
into the water.  Five minutes later Wally returned and found The
Beaver acting like his name.  He had rolled up his jeans, shed his
shoes and socks and was wading in the stream looking for frogs and
other neat slimy things.

"THEODOR CLEAVER GET OUT THAT WATER AND COME HERE!" bellowed Wally
very disappointed in his brother.

"What did I say about going into the water, Beaver?"

"I was not swimming, Wally."

"I'm very disappointed in you.  You know you should not be in the
water.  If you had slipped you could have drown before I got back.  I
think that we better head home."

"Please Wally.  I'm sorry." whined The Beaver.  "If we go home early
mom will yell at me today and dad will yell at me tomorrow.  Even
more than you have."

"Don't you deserve it?"

"Please Wally.  We are having so much fun here together.  Maybe ...
er, there's some other way?  Maybe you can pretend that you are
grandpa again and....  Please, Wally."

Wally could not resist his brother's pleas.  Particularly since he
did not want to go home either nor hear his little brother yelled at.
Of course, it would also be an admission that he was not capable of
being in charge of his little brother.  He sat down on a large rock
and then undid his brother's belt.  Moments later The Beaver was over
Wally's lap with his jeans and briefs about his ankles.  Even before
the first spank, Wally could felt his tool growing hard.  "Beaver,
I'm disappointed in you for going into the water particularly right
after I told you not to -- again."  He raised his hand and began
spanking the cute buns.

SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!

He watched as the white turned pink in the exact shape of his hand.
He picked up the pace and really began to spank hard.  Just like the
first time he could feel how his brother was responding and soon had
him sobbing.  One of Beaver's reactions was to kick and in doing so
he managed to shed both his briefs and jeans leaving him in just his
socks and shirt.  A few extras spanks to drive the point home and
Wally stopped.  Moments later he was holding The Beaver standing
between his legs and crying on his shoulder.  He was also saying that
he was very sorry and promised to be very, very good.  Wally noticed
that The Beaver's hairless boy tool was hard -- just like his own
which now throbbed in his jeans.

When The Beaver had stopped crying he disengaged from his bother's
embrace but only moved back a few inches.   He took hold of his still
hard boy cock in his right hand and asked: "Wally when is this going
to get big?"

Wally was a bit taken back.  "You're at least a big as I was when I
was your age and it probably will grow in a year maybe two like mine
did."  Mean while The Beaver moved his left hand onto Wally's thigh
and was resting it on Wally's much larger and hard man shaft.  Wally
was still not recovered enough to tell The Beaver to stop.

"Can I see yours, Wally.  Is that how big mine will get?"  He started
to rub Wally's through his jeans.

"I don't know if we should, Beav."

"Please, Wally.  I've never seen a big hard one before.  Larry tells
me he plays with his cousin's and that the man-milk will help him
grow."

Wally, saw the pleading in his little brother's eyes above the tear
stained checks.  He stood up and opened his jeans.  As he pushed them
down he said:  "I don't think that true".  The Beaver reached out and
pulled his brother's briefs down allowing his hard shaft to spring
forward.  Beaver grabbed it in awe.

"WOW!  That's real big.  Will I get this big?  And hairy too?"

"I guess so, Beaver."

"Larry's cousin tells him that the man-milk will make him grow and
he's all grown up and in college already.  Will you help me grow?
You're my brother and you got to help me.  I don't want to be small."

"Beaver, I don't think that it true." he repeated.  As he protested
The Beaver was playing with his shaft with both hands and it felt so
good.  He just did not have the willpower to resist his brother's
administrations.  Beaver dropped to his knees and engulfed his
brother's hard rod.  Wally reacted almost instantly as he was pulled
into the warm month by getting harder.  A little voice inside his
head was yelling for him to stop but it was getting fainter the
longer Beaver sucked him.  This was like the guys talked about --
being in a hot wet hole.  Sure he had dreamt -- yes, even some wet
dreams -- about Mary Ellen going down on him or fucking her but
Beaver was making him feel so good.  This was far better than jerking
off.

Wally quickly crash-landed in fuckland.  Not only was he physically
enveloped by his little brother but also in a way he never dreamt of.
His whole mind and being was caught up in his very first blow job.
Soon he passed that point of no return and then seconds later
exploded.  He grabbed hold of The Beaver's head until his cock
stopped spewing his hot adolescent man-cream.  The Beaver anxiously
and greedily swallowed all of it.

He remained fully hard as Beaver continued to play with him with both
his hands and tongue.  Soon he was about to come again.  He had no
control over himself as Beaver jerked him off.  He was doing it
differently than he did it to himself but so what -- it was a great
feeling.  This time The Beaver directed his brother's man-hose at his
own smooth pubes as he shot again.  When Wally recovered his
awareness The Beaver was still rubbing his come into his hairless
pubes and cock.  He never saw a grin as big as the one that engulfed
The Beaver now.  He could easily played the Cheshire Cat.

Wally hugged his little brother very tightly.  "Beav that felt great.
Have you done this before?"

"Never before, Wally.  Who could I ask.  Larry made me swear to keep
the secret but I knew that I could tell you and you would help me.
Larry's cousin says the more he does it the more effective it is
particularly if he puts up his butt.  But Larry says he does not see
any changes yet."

"We better get dressed, Beaver."

The two played around trying to catch flogs and hiking through woods
until it was time to catch the bus back.  Wally was trying to figure
out what to do about his brother's newly found skills and strange
belief about the powers of semen.

The bus was almost empty and the boys were able to talk in privately.
Wally did his very best to explain to The Beaver that Larry's cousin
was really taking advantage of Larry and that man-milk did not help a
boy to grow.  After all, if it did, then I would not have grown and
you can be sure that dad would have helped us.  A very
depressed-looking Beaver asked: "Really Wally?"

"I'm afraid so, Beav, and you must not tell anyone what we did today.
Right now you don't really understand, but when you get a little
older you will not want it known that you sucked my cock.  If the
guys find out, they will start calling you names.  Don't even tell
Larry.  You got to promise me this, Beaver."

"I don't understand but OK, Wally, I promise -- cross my heart and
hope to spit.  Did you like what we did?"

Wally paused a while before answering.  He loved The Beaver going
down on him but he felt guilty but he could not lie to his little
brother.  "I loved it Beav.  It was the greatest but its NOT going to
make you grow any faster."

"I like doing it with you.  I want to do it again and what if Larry's
cousin is right?"  The Beaver let his hand rest on his brother's
crotch.  He could feel how his brother's cock responded.  "I think
you really liked too, Wally."

After a while of sitting in silence, Wally moved his brother's hand
away.  He hoped that he would lose his erection before they had to
get off the bus in less than fifteen minutes.  He had never felt so
conflicted.  He loved being sucked but he did not feel right about
The Beaver doing it.  And, he realized, he was going to have to work
this out by himself as there was not anyone he could talk to.

He could wonder what would happen on Tuesday night when they went to
bed.  Their parents were going out and they would be alone in the
house.

At dinner, both boys told June that it was the greatest day.  That
night, Wally's dreams featured The Beaver's cute boy butt mixed in
with his visions of Mary Ellen

* * * * * * * * * * *

The Beaver was very quiet as he did his homework Tuesday after
dinner.  Wally was doing the same but had trouble concentrating
because he was wondering if Beav would want more of his man-milk.  He
had very mixed feeling about doing this because of the conflict
imposed by the homophobic society and the pleasure it afforded him
(and, evidentially, for The Beaver also).  Earlier than usual The
Beaver finished his work and showed it Wally.  Wally had to wonder if
it was really better or if he did not check it as carefully as their
parents did.  Then without even being told The Beaver went for his
shower and even washed behind his ears.

Wally decided not discuss the issue while he was in the shower.  But
this night he did not jerk off as he often did to relive the tension.

"Wally, look at this." said the beaver when he returned to their
bedroom.  "It is working -- see I'm getting a hair."  He flipped back
the covers, pulled his pjs down and pointed to his smooth crotch.
"I'm getting a hair!"

Wally leaned over and stared at a tiny bump that might be the start
of a hair or maybe a zit.  "I don't know, Beav, it might just be a
scratch."  He reached over, put out the light and sat on his bed.

"I'm sure it's a hair, Wally.  Your man-milk is working."  Saying
that, that he jumped out of bed and knelt between his big brother's
legs.  Still moving quickly, he pulled open Wally's pjs and went down
on his cock.  The ever horny teen responded instantly without any
consultation with his cortex.  The Beaver did just what he had the
previous Saturday in the woods -- he enthusiastically sucked the
juicy cock to get its man-milk for its special growth properties.

Wally could not resist the hot wet mouth that enveloped his pleasure
shaft.  He just fell back on the bed and let The Beaver do as he
pleased.  He tried imagining that it was Mary Ellen doing this but he
couldn't.  What he started to see was the smooth round buns that he
had spanked twice already -- with his hard rod rammed between them
and deep into the hot hole they protected.  That was not what he
wanted he told himself but he could not rid himself of the thought.
Even worse, the images grow stronger.

His animal instincts took control.  He pulled The Beaver off his now
steel-like shaft and threw him on to his own bed, prone.  He then
knelt between The Beaver's legs and leaned forward aiming his rapier
at the hidden hole.  He pushed forward, instinct telling him what to
do.  He grabbed The Beaver's shoulders and pulled close thus driving
his rod against The Beaver tight hole.  Fortunately, The Beaver was
so surprised that he did not protest before Wally drove his saliva
coated rapier all the way in.  It did not take long before Wally
exploded in his very first fuck filling his little bother with a huge
load of man-milk.

He collapsed on top of The Beaver while remaining inside.  "Oh, Beav,
that was wonderful; absolutely wonderful.  And you got a huge load of
man-milk.  How do you feel?"

"It hurt for a minute and then something down there started to feel
great.  I got a strange feeling all over.  Sort of like when I play
with Larry but much more, er, er, intense.  Larry's cousin says that
this way the man-milk is most effective, Wally."  They stayed coupled
for a while and then Beaver asked:  "Can I have more of your man-milk
to rub in, please Wally?"

Wally pulled out of The Beaver and lay on his back.  The Beaver
wasted no time in starting to jerk off his brother who soon
responded.  The Beaver then applied the wonderful cream to his pubes
again.  "Thanks Wally.  You're a true brother."

Wally got back into his own bed after covering The Beaver up.  The
Beaver quickly dropped into never-never land dreaming of having a big
bush and cock like his brother.  Wally was troubled yet satisfied
sexually as never before.  He did not dream of Mary Ellen this night.

The End

(C) Copyright by A.I.L. November 17, 2000

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