Jeff and Brian Riley Part 1

I think Jeff and Brian were my first real friends. I have vague memories of us moving in to the house, and them and their brothers being out front playing. I was allowed to go down and play with them. I’m not positive that’s correct, because I would have only been about 3, but that’s what I remember.

The first thing I remember about Jeff and Brian is that they had red hair. The second thing that comes to mind is that they were part of a large family. As I remember, the oldest child in the family was the only girl. She seemed really old, but was probably 8 or 9 years older than me. I definitely remember that Jeff and Brian were 1 and 2 years older than me, and that Jeff was next youngest. The only one younger than him was Rusty, who was a year younger than me. Brian had 2 older brothers. The oldest was David, who was about 6 years older than me. Try as I remember, I can’t recall the last boys name, but I think he was 4 years older than me. If the oldest boy didn’t share his name with my daddy, I might not have recalled him, either. It seems to me that the sister and the second eldest boy were the only ones that didn’t have some shade of red hair, but Rusty and David were the reddest. I think Jeff and Brian were actually off-shades (Jeff was light, like strawberry blond, while Brian was more brown).

The Riley’s lived in a converted duplex. The parents and sister (Mary or Maria), lived in one part, which was where the living room and kitchen were. The other half was pretty much just a bedroom for the boys. The main reason I remember this is that the boys actually had their own door. It was really pretty neat. The living area had been converted to a large room that the three youngest boys shared, the dining area had been turned into a playroom, and the bedroom belonged to the two older boys. Except for 5 boys sharing one bathroom, it was a wonderful space.

The Riley’s dad was a preacher in a rather small, very fundamentalist church. I’m sure I went to VBS (Vacation Bible School) with them one summer, but I don’t remember anything about it. What I do remember is that their parents were very strict, and had some rules that seemed rather odd to me. I also recall that my parents seemed to have an ongoing argument with theirs, but I don’t think it ever effected my relationship with the boys, and my mom was always kind to them.

One Saturday morning, Mom had baked one of her famous chocolate cakes, while I was watching cartoons. Jeff and Brian came over to see if I could play, but I was watching The Superman/Aquaman show. As you may have heard or noticed, I’m a comic book fan, and I never missed that. With Mom’s permission, I invited them in to have a piece of cake and watch with me, before I came out to play. They went to ask their mom. She told them no, but I told them to come in anyway, because she wouldn’t know. Well, she came looking for them and caught them inside.

When cartoons were over, I went out to play, but the boys weren’t around. I knocked, and Mrs Riley answered. She told me the boys probably didn’t feel like playing right then, but I could go to their door and talk to them. I went around and knocked.

Mrs Riley had probably let them know I was coming, because they answered the door together. Their eyes were red and you could see the tear tracks drying on their faces, so there was no doubt that they’d been crying. Both of them were wearing nothing but their briefs. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong, because their upper legs looked like they had chicken pox. There were little red dots all over the back of their upper thighs. After I’d come in and shut the door, Jeff slid the back of his briefs down so I could see that, not only was his bottom very red, but that the dots covered his entire buttocks as well. They weren’t chicken pox, Brian explained to me. He showed me a stiff bristled hair brush that sat on their dresser and explained that it was not used for brushing hair. They were smacked with the bristle side first, then their mom finished with the wooden side. It hurt like blazes, but the worst part was that the little dots itched and burned for days.

The two of them tried to blame me for their problem, since I’d told them to come inside anyway, but it’s hard to blame a boy a year or two younger than you, without looking like a total dweeb, and I guess they realized that. I don’t remember if they were actually mad at me, but we played inside until they felt like putting their jeans on.

Through pictures, I know I’ve seen other boys in their undies (my cousins Evan and Andy), but that’s the first time I remember seeing boys in nothing but their briefs, and the feelings I’d had watching Kelly get spanked came to me even stronger, and didn’t leave until the redheads had dressed and we’d gone out to play. I often wonder if this incident isn’t the root of my fetish for boys white undies.