Previously: JT has been setting expectations for Sam, especially for the summer ahead. Now they are done talking, and Sam is primed for some action.
I pulled myself together. Then I looked him directly in the eyes. "You said you'd poke me and prod me. Is that a promise?" JT laughed hard at my mischievous response.
"I promised you a good spanking," he said, "and then boy's choice. What do you want?"
I knew exactly what I wanted. "I want to come while you are fucking me. When I come, I want to feel my ass twitching and clenching on your cock. I want you to feel it too. Please, Sir."
"That's a choice we'll both enjoy. Let's get showered, and then we'll get down to business."
Once we were in the bathroom, I persuaded JT to skip his shower for now. When I told him that I wanted to smell his body odor for as long as I could, JT gave me a skeptical look. But I reminded him it was "boy's choice," so he shrugged and said he'd take a shower after he took me home. We brushed our teeth, and while I showered, JT shaved. I marveled at how sexy and virile he looked while he was shaving. My body was well into puberty, but I did not have whiskers yet. The differences in our bodies and development was somehow deeply arousing for me.
Once we were done, JT sent me to fetch the ping-pong paddle from his room, and then we went to the living room where he sat on the couch and positioned me across his lap, at right angles to his own body, as he had done on Friday night. "This will hurt a little bit," he told me, "but this is basically an erotic spanking. I want you to enjoy it, and I'm trying to get you fired up before we fuck. And I'm trying to get your ass as red as I can. Any questions?"
I thrust my hard cock against his thigh. "My only question, Sir," I said playfully, "is why is it taking so long to get started?"
That brought a swift hard smack with the paddle that hurt like hell and resounded in the room. It was a reminder that even an "erotic" spanking can hurt, and it also established that JT was the boss. After that one smack made the point, JT followed with a rapid series of much lighter smacks. My ass cheeks felt hot and prickly, like a sunburn. I wondered if they were red already. It sure felt like they were rapidly becoming that way!
JT set down the paddle and began smacking me bare-handed. He spanked quickly and widely, spreading his slaps evenly around my two cheeks, and even onto my upper thighs. Each slap, taken individually, would have been easy, even pleasurable. But the cumulative effect of so many hits in such a short time was painful. His technique created a kind of background pain, with regular spikes of intense pleasure in the foreground.
JT stopped the spanking, and began massaging my ass cheeks firmly, squeezing hard. He did not flinch or hesitate when his fingers pressed into my ass crack or rubbed against my hole. That kind of casual handling of my ass and my anus was a major turn-on. Over time, I have learned that most people prefer a bare-handed spanking because the touching is so much more intimate than with a paddle or other tool.
When JT switched back from massaging to slapping, I began to make a kind of humming noise. It was a combination of something like a moan, and something like a purr, made with my mouth closed. It was something just came out of me, naturally, as the verbal part of my mind shut down and a more primitive part of me took over. JT had called it "the beauty of discipline and the power of submission."
JT must have been satisfied with the redness of my ass because he pronounced his work "beautiful," and took a moment for us to catch our breaths. A moment later I felt one of his fingers, gooey with petroleum jelly, pressing against my freshly washed hole. My little donut ring had a mind of its own, and would not voluntarily open up. But JT wiggled his finger in, slowly sliding it back and forth, causing me to emit a happy sigh, and my little donut ring gave up its struggle and relaxed. After that, JT's finger continued to probe me more deeply and more rapidly, and I began to gasp with lust and anticipation.
The sheet was still spread on the living room floor, and JT next instructed me to "very slowly" peel myself off of him and get down on the floor. I was too young to understand the complex brew of hormones that were triggered in the body of a submissive during a spanking. But it is intoxicating, and standing up suddenly could create dizziness or even fainting. I did as I was told, hoisting myself off of JT and off of the couch and onto the floor.
Once I was in the doggie position, JT applied some of the lube to his cock, then got behind me on his knees, and firmly but slowly pressed his cock into me. I tried to muffle my squeal as it happened. Sometimes there is a temporary sensation of pressure and stretching, but this was one of those times when my ass practically pulled him in.
JT very slowly began to thrust. Gradually, he increased the speed and force of his motion, sending me sliding into the depths of ecstasy. Once again the verbal part of my mind went silent, and I became a creature of pure lust.
After a few moments of ecstasy, JT abruptly pulled out of me, and I involuntarily exhaled a whine of protest. He immediately slapped my ass cheeks twice with each hand: left, right, left, right. It stung badly but before I could even absorb the pain, he plunged his cock back into my ass, and resumed thrusting steadily. Not long after I returned to ecstasy, he pulled out again and did the same thing! And then he repeated it. Again and again.
The effect was dramatic. Whenever he pulled out, my deprivation was so intense that it hurt. For a couple of agonizing seconds, we had no physical contact whatsoever. Then came the hard slaps to my ass, which actually felt good, because JT renewed our physical contact with those slaps. I was begging him to put his cock back inside of me. But my begging was not verbal. I was speechless. My groans and my body language were pleading, and they were saying the things that my voice could not.
It seemed to go on for a long time. But in reality, JT probably went through this cycle about ten times, over a period of about ten minutes. He knew what he was doing. It's one thing for a Sir to command you to serve as his bottom. It's a whole new level when you are not only willing to serve as his bottom, but also pleading with him to top you.
JT pulled out one final time and had me roll over on my back, legs in the air, ankles on his shoulders. He plunged in for the last time and began pounding ferociously. He commanded me to masturbate myself, and in less than thirty seconds of stroking, I blew my load. Three huge gobs of my own cum flew up and hit my nose and eyes. I continued stroking myself, and another six or seven pulses of cum oozed into my hand. With each pulse, my sphincter muscles contracted around JT's cock. My voice found itself and cried out "Sir!"
JT's orgasm followed seconds later. He grunted and groaned as he came, slamming even harder into me as he tried to pound out every last drop of his load. Finally, his thrusting slowed and stopped. And then he pulled out of me, and flopped down by my side.
We were lying on the floor, side by side, panting, and looking up at the ceiling. "Boy's choice" seemed to have worked out well for both of us.
Sam and JT seem to be spent, and this was the last of their weekend activities. But JT has laid a foundation that will keep both of them busy with each other, with the Hot Shots, and with other men that Sam has not even met. Those adventures follow in the upcoming chapters.
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