Starsky was playing the pinball machine in The Pits. He was operating the buttons like a madman and Hutch couldn’t take his eyes off that tight round denim-covered ass that was wiggling from side to side like Marilyn Monroe on speed.
Hutch swallowed another mouthful of beer and tried to concentrate on the informant sitting in the booth in front of him.
“S-s-s-o you s-s-saw Pretty Billy coming out of the apartment and th-th-then what.”
“I told you three times already Hutch. Billy had the girl with him. She was crying and I think maybe he’d already slapped her around a little. You know what I mean?”
Hutch knew what he meant all right! He’d been reading a “male health” magazine in the bathroom that morning and he’d seen something he hoped Starsky would let him try. The sight of Starsky’s wriggling butt only few feet away was almost too much for Hutch to bear.
Bare – that’s how he wanted Starsky’s ass; bare and ready for him to try out a new game.
Starsky cursed and slapped the machine. Hutch could see the points and knew that his lover had just missed his own record.
“Language Starsk!”
“Yeah, well if you say words language happens, smartass.”
Hutch’s mind went off at tangent again. Smart. Ass. That’s what he was dreaming of – making Starsky’s beautiful ass smart and then being there to kiss it all better.

The little man in the booth leaned forward and looked at Hutch.
“Are you listening to me? I mean I told you where Billy went and you’re still sitting here.”
“Oh yea. Look, have another drink,” Hutch signaled to Huggy to refill their glasses, “and –uh- why don’t you just run it past me again so Starsky can hear it too.”
Right on cue Starsky came over to join them. He was limping more than usual after falling down a couple of steps the other day when he was in pursuit of a couple of kids who just happened to leave their skateboard in the way. From the front the effect was even more erotic because he was wearing a pair of jeans that showed every detail of his excellent physique. Starsky was lucky not to have broken anything – and when he caught up with them the kids were lucky not to have had anything broken either. Hutch had taken a long time to calm Starsky down … in fact it took him all night and most of the time calm was not a word to apply to Starsky’s mood!
Starsky slid into the booth alongside Hutch and gave his crotch a friendly squeeze. Hutch drew his breath and tried to keep up the appearance that everything was just fine.
The informant ran through his tale again and Starsky flipped him a twenty. “Now scram before I remember that unpaid parking ticket.”
“What unpaid parking ticket?” The little man asked.
“The one you’re gonna get if you don’t unpark your ass from here PDQ!” Starsky grinned.
As they watched him leave Hutch said “but Starsk – he doesn’t have a car!”
Starsky chuckled and took a swig directly from the beer jug.

Hutch looked at his partner. “So now we know where Billy is hiding out shall we pay him a visit?”
“Not yet. It’s lunch time; pleasure first business later!”
They called Huggy over and settled for his special. Huggy told them that the kitchen was busy and they’d have to wait fifteen minutes
Starsky rolled his eyes and looked at Hutch. “I don’t know if I can wait that long; I’m feeling peckish.” He grinned wickedly. “Or should I say peckerish?”
“You wouldn’t?”
“Wouldn’t I?”
“I mean you shouldn’t.”
“Shouldn’t I?”
“But you can’t!”
“Oh yes I can.”
He dropped his serviette and slipped down under the table. Hutch felt a hand on his thigh. The hand found his crotch and started to knead it gently through the denim. From under the table he heard Starsky’s voice. “Can’t have any embarrassing stains…where’s my serviette? Aha!”
Starsky undid Hutch’s zipper and put his hand inside the two layers of cotton to pull out Hutch’s hot throbbing cock.
“My, my, we are getting excited.”
“Starsky for god’s sake…”
Too late. Hutch felt the wet warmth of Starsky’s mouth as it enclosed around the tip of his cock. Starsky went to work and for once Hutch sent up a prayer of thanks that his partner had gone for a ‘quickie’.
Tongue and lips did their job and Hutch was ready to explode. He felt Starsky pull back and he let go. Starsky caught it deftly in the paper serviette. Hutch sighed. Starsky zipped him up and appeared at the table just as Huggy came towards them bearing a jug of beer. “I figured you two might need a little refreshment while you wait.”
Starsky treated Hutch to one of his deadpan winks – swiftly closing the lid of his left eye without any other movement of his face.

They ate their lunch and set off for Billy’s new apartment. They checked all the exits and entrances and then left things for the night. They wanted to catch Pretty Billy red-handed and tomorrow would be soon enough.

Hutch was still trying to work out how he was going to convince Starsky to play a new game. He had an idea.
“You know Starsk you pushed the limits back there.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean you behaved badly…very badly.”
“I was a naughty boy huh. Hey you know me Hutch: grab it when you can.”
“Yes…a naughty boy…” Hutch’s breath was getting heavy as he thought about what he was saying. “And you know what happens to naughty boys.”
“What happens to naughty boys Hutch?”
“Well I don’t know about you, but I got spanked.”
“Oh is that what you want? You want me to spank you a little?”
“Not me Starsky. I wasn’t the naughty boy back in The Pits.”
“Ho ho. So you want to spank me!”
“Yes.” Hutch’s voice was a breathy whisper of anticipation.
“Hmmm. What with?”
“What?”
“What do you want to spank me with?”
“I don’t…I mean I hadn’t…”
“Well decide.”
“Go to your room!”
“oops!”

Hutch walked into the bedroom. Starsky as sitting on the bed; he looked at Hutch with big blue eyes. “Now what?”
Hutch had his hands behind his back and Starsky couldn’t see what he was holding.
“Stand up.” Hutch was trying to sound assertive but his heart was beating in anticipation like a marching band and he wasn’t sure how long he could hold out.
Starsky stood up and looked at Hutch from under his dark lashes.
“Drop your pants.”
Starsky smiled and licked his lips. “Now that’s what I like to hear.” There was a rustle as his jeans slipped down to the floor.
Hutch sat on the bed. “Come and stand beside me.” Starsky obeyed. He still couldn’t see what Hutch had in his hand.
Hutch reached out and pulled Starsky across his knee. He peeled away the soft cotton underpants and raised the big wooden spoon that he’d found in the kitchen.
He brought it down hard on Starsky’s tight round butt eliciting a slight hiss of pain from his friend.
“Not a sound until I’ve finished.” He hit Starsky again. This time he noted the red mark on Starsky’s butt. “Two…”he counted to three under his breath and struck again; “three … four …five…six.” He looked at Starsky’s reddened buttocks.
“Does it hurt?”
“Smarts – smartass!”
“Poor baby.” Hutch leaded forward and kissed the soft warm flesh. “Let me kiss it better.”
“Be my guest.”
Hutch lifted Starsky and laid him face down on the bed. He stared to undress; stopping every now and then to kiss Starsky’s butt. He knelt on the bed and bent over his partner’s body. “Let me make it better now.” Hutch started to cover Starsky’s burning ass with kisses. “That tickles you sadist!” “Sorry.” “I’ll bet!”
Hutch started to gently caress the mounds of tight muscle that were before him. He licked his finger then ran it inside the dark crack. Starsky moaned slightly.
Hutch pulled Starsky up onto his knees and parted his legs with his knee.
He guided his now hard cock into the crack of Starsky’s beautiful ass and started to push his way into his personal gate to heaven. Starsky let out a slight yelp. ”Hey my butt’s still smarting!”
“I know…serves you right for being a trashy boy.”
Starsky giggled.
Hutch was in there now; He slipped his hand round to take a grip on Starsky’s cock and was relieved to find that it was already fully erect. He pushed further into Starsky’s anus and pulled his partner towards him. He started simultaneously pumping at Starsky’ ass and handling his cock so that they came together in a rush of semen and sweat. Starsky let out a whoop and Hutch roared like a stag on heat. They collapsed in a heap and Hutch withdrew then turned to face Starsky.
Starsky grinned at him.
“You know what? I think you were a very trashy boy just now and it’s time you learned a lesson.”
He reached for the wooden spoon that had fallen on the floor by his side of the bed.
“Stand up!”…………………….

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