Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2018 05:23:25 +0000
From: John Mack <icarusjohn@hotmail.com>
Subject: 50 years ago - a spanking from Dave

50 years ago - a spanking from Dave

I met Gary in my second year at university. He was a cute red head –
milky white skin, flaming red hair, and sexy as all get out. We fell into
bed and enjoyed everything that two guys can do with each other. The only
problem was that Gary liked older men and I was 19 or 20. We enjoyed each
other's company but I knew that Gary always wanted an older man. He
regularly partied with a crowd that had no appeal to me, but I occasionally
accompanied him. It was on one of those occasions that I met Dave.

It was almost the end of term and after blazing hot day it had remained
hot. As usual Gary and I arrived when the party was well under way. Lots of
food and drink, perfect for two uni students. We ate and drank and then
began to dance on the patio. Hardly anyone else was dancing. It was too
hot. Like sensible guys we both took our shirts off. A few of the older
guys, standing around drinking, cheered us on, `More, more, more. Take it
off. Strip, strip, strip.' Who could resist such an admiring audience.
Well, I could, but Gary certainly could not. He kicked his shoes off and
encouraged me to do so too. Bare footed we danced and Gary began to sex it
up a bit – it was the 1960s afterall.

Then Gary began to play to the audience, pulling the zipper of his jeans
down and letting them slide down his hips a bit, exposing his red briefs.
`Go on. Give them a bit of a show.' He reached over and began to unzip my
jeans. That earned another cheer from the audience, about 15 older and a
few younger guys. `Go on, strip him' was the cry and Gary obeyed, kneeling
down in front of me and pulling my jeans down until I could step out of
them. I had no intention of stripping down to my undies – pale blue
bikini briefs, but it just happened. Gary sexily dropped his jeans and
there we were dancing in front ot everyone in just our briefs – red and
blue.

We danced holding each other rubbing our bulges together, shaking out asses
at the audience. Gary turning around and rubbing his ass against my quickly
hardening cock. I held his hips and he pulled my hands down to fondle his
cock and balls through the fabric of his briefs as he rubbed his ass up
against my erection. Then he turned around and we were rubbing our hard
cocks together. Gary slipped his hands down the back of my bikini and that
drew a cheer from the guys. I did the same to Gary, feeling his soft white
ass cheeks.

How far was this going to go? Gary had pulled the back of my bikini briefs
down exposing my ass. So I did the same to him. `How far will you go?'
`Isn't this far enough?' `Nah, let's give them an eyeful!' Gary turned
around rubbing his ass up against my throbbing cock. `Go on. Show them what
they want to see.' I rubbed his erection held in his tiny red briefs. Was
that it? `Go on pull them down – slowly.' So I slowly slid the front of
his briefs down so his hard cock, the knob and a few inches were fully
exposed, sticking out of his briefs. This was going further than I
expected. Was I going to end up dancing naked with a stiffy for this
audience. Certainly that was what Gary was planning to do. He turned around
again rubbing his hardon against my ass and stroking my cock through my
briefs. This was it, he was going to pull my briefs down and expose my
erection to the guys. Just the though of being expsoed to the guys was
making me so horny. But, then, I had a hand on my shoulder, `OK, that's
enough. Get out of here.' I looked to see who it was, oh shit, it was Dave
a friend of my parents!

Dave was a big guy, tall, about 6'4", and thin, an ex-airforce pilot who
had taken early retirement and was in his early 50s. He visited my parents
a few times a year, and I could remember how sexy he looked when he was
still in uniform. I had no idea he would ever turn up at a Gay party.

`I've got your clothes and we are getting out of here – now. Move it.'
My cock had quickly subsided and he marched me in my bikini briefs to the
street and his car. I was bundled into the passenger seat and he threw my
clothes at me. `Get dressed.' As he drove I could feel his anger, but he
said nothing, then `What do you think you were doing? What would your
parents think? What do you think is happening to your mate now? Those guys
will be taking turns to fuck him by now. Did you think about that?' The
rant went on. [He was right about Gary. I later learned that a couple of
guys fucked him and he sucked a few, but I knew he had enjoyed it.] Dave
had calmed down by the time we arrived at his house, sixties modern
suburban with a pool and a large garden in a leafy middle-class suburb.

I had struggled into my clothes and we went inside. I did not know what to
expect, but I was given a cold drink, non-alcholic, and a further lecture
about my behaviour. Then, `OK, strip down to your undies son.' `What?' `You
heard me strip down. You were perfectly willing to do it in public. Strip
down for me now and I will punish you. Either that or I tell your parents
what you were up to.' I slowly, and with great embarrassment, stripped down
to my bikini briefs. I was no longer erect, in fact, shrivelled up with
shame or fear of what Dave had in store for me. `OK, across my knees. I am
going to give you a spanking.' `What? No! you Can't do that!' `Oh yes I can
and unless you want me to talk to your parents you will get across my knees
very quickly!' So I bent over his knees.

Whack! Whack!! Whack!!! `Hey, stop it.' Whack, whack whack...and on it
went. I squirmed and I squealed and I begged him to stop. My undies were
pulled down and he worked my bare ass over, cheek by cheek. My ass was on
fire. Dave kept at it until I was crying. `Stand up.' I stood pulling at my
bikini briefs to cover my ass and more importantly my cock, which for some
reason I did not understand, was throbbing and as hard as it could be,
leaking some pre-cum too. `Well son. Looks like you enjoyed that! Now go
and have a shower and get into bed. The spare room is down the hall. We
will continue this discussion in the morning.' What discussion I thought as
I hurried to the bathroom, showered, and then crawled into the bed. My ass
was burning, on fire, throbbing, almost as much as my cock. What was this
all about?

I learned a lot more in the morning when Dave walked into the bedroom,
naked and with his thin pointy knobbed cock standing up above his dangling
balls. `Well son, let's see how well you can suck cock.' And, so I went to
work on Dave's mean looking weapon, and then he fucked me doggy on the
bed. It was not the biggest cock I had taken up my ass, but it was one of
the meanest fucks I had ever had. I was impaled on his cock and it finished
with him shooting a hot load up my ass. `Not bad son. Now pull yourself off
while I watch.' There was nothing else for it, but to do as he said, and he
watched as I stroked and pulled my fat cock until I blew a giant load all
over my chest and face. `Fuckin fountain, eh? Good one son. Go wash up and
we can have breakfast.'

For the next year I reported to Dave's almost every Friday evening after
lectures. Before or after dinner, as it suited him, he made me strip and he
spanked my ass red raw. Sometimes he watched me jerk off after and if that
turned him on he would fuck me before bed. Otherwise he did me in the
morning.

On Saturday and Sunday I was expected to study, but if he had planned a bbq
and pool party that summer, I had the time off. His military mates and a
few others, some with younger boy friends, made for good company. I enjoyed
getting around in the brief speedo that Dave liked me to show off in for
his guests. A few times he told me to strip and encourage the other younger
guys to get naked in the pool. He liked me showing off, even when I had a
very red ass. When that was the case I always tried to hide my ass, keeping
in the pool as much as possible. It was humiliating to think that the guys
saw what Dave did to me.

One night Dave tried something new. An old airforce mate was visiting and
after dinner Dave told me to spend the night with him. `Give him a good
time. He likes guys but has never had a boyfriend.' The guy was not
unattractive but older than Dave and did not appeal to me, but I knew that
Dave expected me to do my duty. Hell, that guy was horny. I doubt he had
had a fuck in years and was making-up for it that night. At breakfast Dave
asked his mate if he had enjoyed the night. The reply was, `Sure did. This
guy has one hot ass.' After he left that morning Dave wanted to know all
about the fuck session – what the guy did to me, how he was hung, etc
etc. As I told him how his mate had used my ass it got him so horny he
ended up fucking me across the kitchen table.

>From then on, Dave would occasionally send me to join a guest or a couple
for the night. They were nearly all older guys, Dave's age or older, but
occasionally a couple might be an older guy with a younger partner. I can't
say I did not enjoy it and I learned a lot. What surprised me, and Dave,
was how many of his mates wanted to suck me and for me to fuck them. The
older guys especially wanted to suck me and then have my cock up their
ass. I had no objections. The couples usually seemed to get off with one of
them fucking me or being fucked while the other watched or face fucked
me. Once two older guys spent the night taking turns up my ass. It was
always only for one night, and the next day after his mates had left Dave
wanted to know what had happened. It turned him on and usually ended-up
with him working me over, giving me a spanking, making me suck his cock, or
fucking me. Not all the guys were attractive or appealed to me, but Dave
insisted, telling me it was how I paid him back for the time I spent at his
house! It gave me an idea of what a regular rent boy would have to do –
anyone who paid, nothing too much, no questions asked, if they had the
money. It did sort of turn me on, especially when the guy was much older
and excited to be getting it on with a younger guy like me. And, it was, of
course, a sort of an education.

Dave was the only guy to spank me, although since then I have experimented
a bit as a spanker and a spankee. It was a year of horniness for me.

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