On a Friday afternoon, Mrs. Miller came to talk to me. She was going to an out-of-town wedding for the weekend, and her husband would have to stay home because of a pulled muscle or something. Mrs. Miller asked me to check on him during the weekend, just in case.

- Would you mind making sure that William is doing all right, please?

He's able to walk now but you never know if it gets worse.

- Sure, Mrs. Miller.

- I hope I'm not ruining your plans for the weekend, but all the family is going to the wedding and I didn't know whom to ask.

- No, that's all right. No problem.

- Thank you, young man. You're a sweetheart.

Well, I wasn't sure of that. I just didn't know how to say "no thank you" to this lady. She knows how to nudge people into doing things her way.

I had just moved to Rapid City, South Dakota, and the Millers were my nearest neighbors. She was basically the only person I knew already here, apart from the guys at the office. I'd only seen Mr. Miller - or William as she called him - from far away. He seemed to be a husky man in his late sixties or so, with a charming smile and a sexy bald head, but that's all I could say about him. Too bad he's straight, I thought to myself.

Saturday morning I was thinking about Mr. Miller. I was picturing him as a typical hetero male doing typical hetero things when the Mrs. was away laying all day on the sofa in his grubby underwear with several six-packs of beer watching pro wrestling or nude girls with big tits on TV.

I hoped that was not the case. All the sudden I wasn't too excited about my assignment.

Yet Saturday afternoon I knocked on their door. Mr. Miller shouted me to come in.

- Good afternoon, Mr. Miller. I'm Jim from next door.

- Hi, Jim! Welcome in. And just call me Bill, OK?

- OK.

He was sitting on a big, comfy sofa all right, but the TV was off and instead he was listening to a symphony concert on the public radio. I think it was Mahler but I wasn't quite sure. I sat in a chair.

- You seem to be doing all right.

- Yeah, my back wasn't too bad at all. I just didn't feel like going to that wedding so I used it as an excuse. I'm not too crazy about my wife's relatives.

He grinned at me. He looked cute and sexy. His eyes were friendly and warm yet enigmatic. Like there was more to him than he was willing to reveal.

I was getting interested in him again, until I remembered he was straight. That's the story of my life, I thought to myself --- all the sexy men are straight. I must have been very, very, very bad in my previous life.

- You care for something to eat or drink, I asked.

- Actually there are some sandwiches and lemonade in the fridge. Would you mind fetching them?

- No, not at all.

I went to the kitchen and found a tray of sandwiches and a pitcher of fresh lemonade in the fridge. Grabbed two glasses and some napkins with me and I was ready to return to the living room.

- I see Mrs. Miller has taken a good care of us.

- Yes, she's good at that.

Bill smiled at me and there was an instant electric-like feeling inside me. Suddenly he looked so dreamy I couldn't believe it. I was increasingly supersorry that he was straight. We continued to listen to the music, enjoyed our sandwiches and sipped the lemonade.

I was running my eye all over him every time he didn't see it - but it wasn't too often as he was so animate and gave me looks all the while. It almost felt like he was checking me out, I thought to myself. I tried to keep myself from smiling as I was entertaining that idea.

Then Bill tried to lean forward but couldn't.

- Ouch!

- Is it your back?

- Yeah. But that's all right. I just need to remember I have to beware of it.

- Could I give it a massage?

- Uhm... well... why not?

Bill seemed to be slightly hesitant yet he turned and laid down on the sofa on his belly. I sat next to him and started rubbing his mid back. The position was slightly uncomfortable and Bill noticed it.

- You all right?

- Actually no... You mind if I sit on your thighs? It would be easier from there.

- If you say so.

I sat down on his thighs, my legs apart so that they were on either side of him. This way I could reach his back while I was able to keep mine straight.

I had been giving a lot of massages so I knew what I was doing. I rubbed his back with long, firm strokes. I used enough force so that Bill was sighing appropriately both with pleasure and pain.

After a while Bill went silent for a while.

- You seem to like this...

I didn't quite understand what he meant.

- Yes, I've done this a lot.

- I mean, you really seem to like this...

I was puzzled. What on earth was he talking about?

Then it hit me - I had a hard on and I was rubbing it on Bill's ass while I was giving him the back massage! I had been so carried away I had totally not noticed it. What shall I do? What shall I say?

I jumped off him. I had an instant hard-off.

- Oh no! I'm so sorry. I didn't notice it.

- That's all right. It's just natural.

I wondered why he was so cool about it. He remained on the sofa on his belly. Was he just trying to buy some time to figure out what to do? Or was his back so sore he couldn't throw me out of his apartment even if that's what he was dying to do?

- I guess you don't want me to continue, Mr. Miller?

- It's Bill. And I was quite enjoying it, too, thank you very much.

Now I was just feeling numb. What on earth was going on?

- Shall I continue?

- Yeah! It felt good.

I climbed on the top of him again, careful with not touching him with my crotch. He felt a bit tense when I restarted rubbing his back but went back on sighing as soon as I laid my hands on him.

- A bit higher.

I moved my hands higher.

- A bit higher, please. It feels so good.

I couldn't reach any higher without moving myself. Now my crotch was rubbing against his butt again and my hard-on instantly came back. His sighs became louder, too.

- Oh, yeah! That's wonderful.

I was marveling at the situation. Was he cool about me having a hard-on? Or was he enjoying the very hard-on of mine? I had to make a test.

I went gradually gentler with my hands and at the same time pushed my crotch harder on his ass.

He didn't seem to mind. I went even more gentle and sensual with my rubbing --- and put more weight on my hips. Eventually I was really massaging his buns with my cock now.

His moaning became louder. I couldn't hold back any more.

- Would you like to turn around?

- Oh yes!

I raised myself enough for him to be able to turn on his back. I laid myself onto him and we immediately entwined in a feverish embrace. We kissed each other passionately, fondled each other with our busy hands, moaned, held each other in our arms like there was no tomorrow.

It felt so good, so right and so utterly exciting.

It took us all but forever. Neither was willing to let go as if we might come to senses if we stopped. And we both had obviously been yearning for it for much too long not to let reason to stop us.

I loved kissing him, deep and slow. I could tell he was enjoying it, too. He tasted so good. He felt so good.

Little by little we got rid of our clothes.

I could feel him wriggle with passion underneath me, naked. I could feel his heavy breathing against me. I could smell the musky, sexy odour of his body. I could feel his hard cock against the hardness of mine. I could feel his hand caressing my neck, my back and my ass.

I was so hard and ready to explode.

- Would you like to go 69?

He answered with a nod before I even finished the question. He was ready to explode, too.

I got up and turned around on him. I could feel Bill grab on my ass and take my cock in his mouth. I was already dripping pre-cum like always. I took his dick in my mouth. It was just perfect --- it filled my mouth with the hard, throbbing, tasty flesh. I started blowing him as he did me.

It didn't take long for us both to come. It was almost violent yet a wonderful moment. I squeezed Bill in my arms as hard as I could and pushed my cock deep into his mouth and he came into my mouth simultaneously.

We continued to suck each other well after the climax. There was no rush whatsoever for ending this precious moment. We just wanted to gather the last drops of cum, keep enjoying the afterglow and cherishing the rare moment of two men embracing each other sensuously.

Finally, it was over.

- I guess it's time to call it a day.

His words made me really sad. When shall I see him again? His wife isusually always at home.

- Okay. Good night then. I'll probably see you later, I managed to say.

- Where are you going?

Bill was smiling at me in a puckish way. I was puzzled for a second.

- I thought you said it's time for me to go to bed.

- Yes, I did. But not in yours.

Then I got it. Bill was smiling at me in an ever so charming way. I smiled back.

- I need to go home to get my toothbrush anyway.

- No you don't. Borrow mine.

- I guess I can shower here, too?

- If you don't mind showering with me, that is.

I felt electrified. This was like a beginning of a truly great thing.

And I wasn't wrong.

?The summer I became 18 was the summer my life started. My father is a fisherman and he used to work on a boat with eight other men. At that time he had become the captain and could take whomever he wanted to work with him. Since it was summer his crew-members were taking time off two at a time so he had to get two guys to step in. As I had the whole summer off, he asked if I was interested in working on the boat. As fishermen get much higher salaries than I was used to I jumped at it. A week later I went for my first tour.

The first thing I realized when I got on board was that Ali, an old neighbor of ours, a guy my age had also been hired. I shouldn't have been surprised as he was the son of the cook but I was as I'd never thought about who the other guy'd be. At the same time my cock jumped for joy as he had been the first guy I'd ever fooled around with when we were teenagers. I looked him in the eyes and saw that he was thinking the same.

We went down to the cabins to find us a place to sleep. There were two cabins, one for five men and the other for three plus a tv-set and a VCR. The bigger cabin was full so we had to share the smaller room. My father and his 2nd hand had their own cabins up next to the bridge.

We took off late in the afternoon so the only thing for the crew to do was to sit around watching videos. Some porn was put in the VCR and one by one the guys went to bet, probably to jerk off. The flick was still running when there were only my and Ali left in the cabin. We hadn't seen each other in almost a year and we started talking about what we'd been up to the last couple of years. I found out that he'd recently found himself a girlfriend and that they were looking for a flat in the city for the next winter. I myself had a few girlfriends but wasn't really into that. I was still craving for Ali.

Little by little the talk went to the subject of sex and we started reminiscing about the time when we'd been "mates." I asked if he wanted to get to know me again and he said nothing but stood up and moved to my bed. He took out his 7" uncut hard cock and put it in my hungry mouth. "Does that answer your question?" He asked as I went down on him.

I sucked him for a long time. The smell and taste of him was so great that I could have kept on doing that hadn't he moved and turned around. It was obvious that his hole needed some cleaning as well. I didn't think twice but stuck out my tongue and started licking his delicious hole. It was obvious that he'd kept on experimenting during those last years. When his hole was completely clean, he turned around again and put his cock in my mouth. I was sure it was bigger now than before. He also bent down and started licking my hard meat.

I was totally in heaven and all of a sudden I felt a certain pressure on my hole. He had put one finger on it and was trying to force it open. As I had never been fucked it was very tight and he had to spit on his finger several times until he could stretch it open. Every few minutes he added a finger and I could feel how my muscles relaxed. I was getting so horny and my moans must have been heard in the other cabin where Ali's father was sleeping with the rest of the men.

"Are you ready for it?" Ali asked and I could only moan and he took his cock out of my mouth and took up my legs and directed me so that my hips were on the edge of the bed. The bed was really narrow so under normal circumstances it wouldn't have been very comfortable but at the moment I really didn't think. The only thing I wanted was his cock up my ass and I was just about to get it.

My first cock inside my warm hole felt wonderful. He went slowly at first but as I got into the rhythm he started going faster and he was really banging into me furiously. We were at it for a few minutes until all of a sudden I felt his cock burst inside me and his hot juice filled me up. That was enough for me and I let go and my cum flew up and landed on both our stomaches.

"I always knew you would be a great lay!" Ali was the first to recover. He moved to his bunk and jumped into it.

"Ohhh," was the only thing I could say. We decided that the next weeks we would really use the opportunities to get to know each other and the ship.

It took two days to get to the spot where the fish was supposed to be so the next days we kept on watching videos and resting for the work. Well, resting might not be the right word for me and Ali. We couldn't spend the entire time only the two of us and the first night his father asked me to help him in the kitchen.

At 5:30 p.m. I stepped in the kitchen for the first time and he handed me a bunch of vegetables that needed cutting. Dinner wasn't until eight so I was wondering why we needed so much time. I was about to find out.

When I had finished cutting, he put the vegetable into a huge pot and started boiling it for soup. Then he took some meat and but there as well. I was washing my hands when I felt a hand stroking my behind.

"It's time for us to meat, Bob. Ali has always talked so much about you," Ali's 35-year-old father said. My body remembered the sex from the night before and instantly my cock got hard and my ass pushed against his active hand. He put his other hand one my flat stomach and moved the first hand so that he was holding me. I felt his cock getting hard through his pants. He moved his hand to my head and turned it so that he could start kissing me. I was like rubber in his hands.

Somehow he managed to turn me around, push me down and free his meat. It was a bit longer than his son's and it felt wonderful as it slipped between my lips and into my mouth. I sucked on him for some time and all of a sudden we heard that the soup was boiling. He raised me up, turned me around and told me to stir. I did as he told me, as I felt him removing my pants and underwear. He started probing my butt and as it was so tight he had some trouble getting his fingers through. He stopped for a while and all of a sudden I felt something cold enter me. He had actually gone to the refrigerator and got some margarine and was using it to ease his way in. When it was ready, he stood up and pushed his pistol-like dick in.

His way of fucking was similar to his son's. He started slowly but increased his speed and strength all throughout the session. We could hear the men gather in the eating room but still we kept on fucking.

"Food is just about to get ready!" he somehow managed to shout through the thin wall but he didn't slow down until he let out a shout. I came a little later and some of my stuff flew up and landed in the soup. I just stirred as he took up my pants and washed his hands, there was still some margarine on his wedding ring, before he brought out the soup.

"So, how was dad?" Ali asked when we finally were alone in our cabin that night.

"Fine," I said.

"Better that me?" he asked as he snuck up in my bed and started pushing his already hard meat at my hole.

"Well, not better but not worse, but I'm glad you're still wanting me. So what did you do while I was in the kitchen, helping your father. Helping my father may be?" I smiled at him.

"No, not today, but I might tomorrow. You must keep an eye on me. Actually I was in the engine room for some time but only got as far as pushing my body against Charlie while listening and watching with "interest" as he explained the engine. Dad says he's hung big but unsure of himself. To his knowledge he's never done anything on board. Do you want a competition who'll get him first?"

"Yeh, I'm game. But of course now you're a step ahead as you've been there with him, I must go tomorrow, ok?"

"Ok, but what if dad wants your help again?"

"I just start in the morning!" With that I sat up and pushed my hole onto Ali's pole. That shut him up and we kept on fucking until we were exhausted and had to get some sleep.

It took a while before I was bold enough to put a face picture on my Gaydar Profile and even longer before I found the courage to change this to a full frontal nude shot. (For those outside the UK and are not familiar with the Gaydar website take a look: www.gaydar.co.uk) With my new digital camera set on self-timer I had taken thirty separate poses before I found the one I was satisfied with.

Satisfied - well as best I could be. I mean only the vainest ever look at their own pictures and think they look good, don’t they ? And at forty-three years of age I am not the spring chicken I used to be. I have put on a bit more weight than I would like and my dick went a bit camera shy shrivelling up to its minimum. But my hairy chest and stomach at least looked good. Under the picture I added the caption: What you see is what you get …. Perhaps I should have added NO REFUNDS !

Anyone reading my profile and getting beyond that initial picture would see that I am into: wanking, sucking and mild spanking. Wanking - yeah well were all into that aren’t we ? (I have to admit I have wanked off a few times to my own picture.) Sucking - if I had a pound for every time I dream I have had were I have been able to suck myself off I would be a rich man but sadly I am no where near so well endowed. But still I have made up for things with the number of different guys I have sucked off. Spanking - I am a bit of an expert in that field as I hope you will understand as I read on.

A couple of times a week I nip into the Gaydar chat rooms and while away an hour or so nattering with other guys on-line. Now having my own pic there for all to see I don’t usually bother with guys who haven’t put pictures on their profiles and politely bring any such conversations to an end. So when this particular private message box opened up and I clicked the mouse to view the profile of the caller I began my familiar route to closing it down.

Little did I know.

The conversation went something like this:

"Hi there !"

"Hi."

"Like your pic."

"Thanks. You have any of you ?"

"Yes."

"They’re not on your profile."

"Nah, must get round to putting some up."

"Ok."

"But I like yours."

With that I intended to let the conversation die, I’d just not bother to respond any more and eventually he would go away and chat to somebody else. But his next message took one hundred and ten percent of my attention and filled me with a feeling which was a combination of curiosity, embarrassment and terror.

"I do like your picture Sir, never seen you like that before."

My instinctive reaction was to delete my profile, exit Gaydar and never visit the site again.

"I do like your picture Sir, never seen you like that before."

But my fingers refused to obey my brain and the common sense it was doing its best to force through and instead typed: "Do I know you ?"

"Yes Sir but it has been a while since we last spoke, sixteen or more years I think."

SHIT ! I didn’t know precisely who it was, everyone of course masquerades behind a nick name or nom de plume on their profiles but I knew for sure where I knew this guy from !

Let me explain.

I began my working life as a teacher and fortune having me in the right place at the right time gained me promotion to the position of head of house at the tender age of twenty-six. I gave up teaching ages ago for a better and less frustrating career as a journalist. This guy now on Gaydar was one of my former pupils.

"My bum still stings from the slippering you gave me."

I felt very, very uneasy but my curiosity wanted to be satisfied.

"Really. Who are you ?"

"Do you have MSN ?"

"Yes."

"Let’s chat there and I can show you my pictures, see if you recognise me."

We changed chat media and within moments I was looking at a fully nude picture of a former student. He was now twice the age that he had been when I knew him but instantly I recognised his face.

"Know who I am now Sir ?"

"I do."

"And remember slippering me ?"

"I do. There were three of you."

"That’s right Sir and the three of us are still good mates."

Yes, there were three of them - I used to call them the Three Musketeers: Steve, Peter and my new friend on Gaydar Chas. Chas White !

"We meet up for a drink now and then," he continued. "Would be good if you came along some time Sir and chat with us about old times."

"I’d like that."

And yes we did meet up, that very week-end and had a good time reminiscing over the times when the three were my students and I their teacher. I am going to step aside for a moment and let Chas pick up the story.

Mr Dean used to call us his Three Musketeers: Me, Steven and Peter. We were great mates, always together and always in trouble. Lucky for us we had Mr Dean as our head of house or else our backsides would have been a whole lot more sore and red than they were. But there was one time when he gave us a number one sound thrashing. Sure we deserved it and the memory is as clear as if it had happened yesterday.

Dean had taken a group away to an adventure centre miles from anywhere in the middle of Wales. On the Saturday evening we were a bit bored and the three of us were fooling about in the bedroom when Pete picks up the fire extinguisher and pretends to set it off and soak Steve and me. We darted out into the corridor and returned each of us with a fire extinguisher of our own. We pretended to squirt each other until Pete actually set his off. Sod it, we hit the "fire" button on the handles of the other two and played the game for real. It was a great game but God knows what we were thinking as we sprayed one another in the way grand prix drivers do at the end of a race. Yeah, yeah it was fun enough while it lasted but what a mess we made and the three of us were soaked to the skin. Then in walked Mr Dean !

He went loopy, shouting at us then ordering us into the bathroom "Get those wet clothes off, have a shower - goodness only knows what chemicals there were in those fire extinguishers, then come back here !"

We tried not to laugh in front of him but to three sixteen year old lads it was the best fun we had, had all week-end. And the fun continued in the showers. Steve kicked my jeans into the shower and we booted them about like a football. We scuffed the water up with our feet then grabbed all the clothes and brought them in, we used them to whip each other with their sodden cloth.

Then I was the one who brought our hilarity to the ground with a crashing thump. "You realise Dean is going to slipper us don’t you ?"

"Probably."

"Ever been slippered by him before ?"

"I have," Pete said. "I got three for smoking and it bloody hurt !"

"Yeah ?" Steve said almost as if he was asking a question.

"I tell you this is going to bloody hurt," I answered. "And when I got it, it was through trousers and pants. What have we got to wear now ? Our clothes are soaked and he can’t exactly slipper us with towels wrapped round our waists can he ? We are going to get it bare arsed !"

"Shit !"

"Well even if my pants are soaking wet I’m going to put them back on," Steve said. "They’ll offer some protection."

So we reported back to our head of house dressed just in our wet underpants. And yes he was going to slipper us. He stood there with a large trainer in his right hand. He didn’t lecture us, he didn’t go on and on but just said, "OK who’s first ?"

I went first thinking it would be good to get it over with. My eyes met with Mr Dean’s who silently said, "Bend over." then aloud added, "Six Chas."

I could feel my underpants tight against my bum and the wet cloth stuck close to my skin. I sensed Mr Dean standing behind me raise his arm and lift it high into the air before swinging it down to lay a real hard whack on my behind. The sound was deafening but above it I could hear the sound of my two friends gasp out loud. I clenched my teeth as best I could and waited for number two. It was not long coming and bashed into my right bum cheek. Dean was skilful and had planted the first on my left, I kind of knew he was planning to alternate them and as this rather silly thought passed through my mind confirmation came as number three whacked right on top of the stinging and bruised flesh where moments before number one had made its impact I remember thinking that I was pleased Dean was a slipperier and not a caner as were some of the heads of house at school, six of the best with the cane and dressed only in a pair of wet, tight underpants would have been a killer. Then came number four and the pain surging through my body was almost unbearable. I wanted to stand up, try to apologise and beg him to stop there but that wasn’t the manly thing to do. Instead I remained in position and prayed that I would not cry, I was close to it with tears picking the back of my eyes but sixteen year olds don’t blub when they get the slipper do they ? Number five brought me as close to tears as it is possible to be without actually crying, my arse was on fire but it was that thought that stopped me from crying - my arse on fire. As the flames licked my bum cheeks I giggled at the thought of how apt it was and how unfortunate that we had emptied the fire extinguishers. Man I would have loved for somebody to have played the jet of a fire extinguisher on my arse right then. Finally came number six and it was all over.

All over for me but Peter and Steven still had to take their six of the best. As I stood up the contours of my bum cheeks changed and the stinging from that heavy slippering increased. But I was curious to know what it looked like to see somebody else have their arse tanned and I was about to view my two mates Steven and Peter get it.

"I’ll go next," Pete said moving forward.

He took up his position and my eyes focussed on his arse. Two tight cheeks showed through the thinnest possible white underpants. For what protection they would give him he may as well go nude. I was amazed at just how high Mr Dean lifted his arm into the air. It was straight with the white trainer an extension to its length and drawn behind his right ear. He paused for just a moment before swinging in a perfect arc to whack the slipper into my friend. The crack of contact was ear shattering exceeded only in magnitude by the pain I knew was now surging through Peter’s body. I tried to imagine what his arse looked like as it started to glow red, I wondered about my own and placed a hand to tenderly feel the damage. I knew how much Peter was hurting but even so was spellbound as I watched Mr Dean deliver each one of the six whacks. It was the same when it was Steven’s turn and do you know I was a little disappointed when it was all over.

Chas brought the story of the slippering to an end and all three grinned. "What you don’t know of course Mr Dean," Steven smiled, "is that we all compared your handiwork after by examining each other’s bums."

I laughed and took a long swallow from my drink before saying, "My round I think."

Over a few more drinks we laughed about that particular slippering incident and cast our minds back to so many things that had happened at school all those years ago. I learned that Peter had been married but given it up as a bad job when his wife left him for somebody with more money. Then amazingly I learned that Chas and Steve were partners.

"I would never have guessed."

"Guessed what ? That we are gay ?"

"Well no."

"So how do you think I found you on Gaydar ? By accident ?"

I also found out that all three had spanking interests and often met up to spank one another.

"But none of us are as good as you Sir !"

I was a little embarrassed. "But that was different !" I explained. "Using corporal punishment in school was a quick, easy and effective way of dealing with those who had overstepped the line. Spanking is different."

"Of course," Chas said.

I was eager to make my position clear. Punishing lads when I had been a teacher, in the days before lily-livered liberals won the day and corporal punishment was abolished, was not at all sexual and looking back on the times I can remember I do not ever think of them in that way.

"So would you be up for slippering us again Sir ?" Pete said. "This time between consenting adults."

"If you like."

As I said at the outset of my story I am into mild, fun spanking and have enjoyed many a good session with guys I have met off the Net, mainly through the Gaydar website. I am not into brutalising anyone and totally opposed to any who want to use role play in spanking to imagine a situation where anyone under age is involved. But looking at my three former pupils as spankees I thought there could be a whole lot of fun waiting for me.

"Oh I think we like," Chas said. "That’s the point of inviting you here tonight."

"Only this time," Steven added, "we wanted it bare arsed."

"Absolutely," Peter confirmed.

"Ok then."

We made arrangements to meet later in the week. That night at home and in bed asleep I dreamed of my new friends and the spanking session to come. The next day it hardly left my mind and dominated all I did. But allow me to step aside again in the story and this time let Peter pick up the narrative.

I couldn’t believe it when Chris and Simon phoned me saying they had found our old teacher Mr Dean on the Net, and not only that but he had posted a full frontal nude picture of himself on Gaydar. I mean it isn’t something you expect to see is it, to find your old teacher bollock naked on the Internet ? And when we met up with him for a drink a few days later I could not help but look at him sitting there in the pub and wonder !

Of course I can remember the six of the best Mr Dean gave us when we were at school, and yes we deserved it. Funny how things turn out isn’t it ? When we got home from that week-end away we all met up after school a few days later to see how our bums were looking, all three of us we still showing some hefty red marks across our cheeks ! Then Steven suggests that we should spank each other and see who could take the most ! Piss and off were two words which sprung immediately into my mind.

Shame I never spoke them !!!

Bloody hell the adolescent bicep can be a powerful muscle. We began by whacking each other one in turn. I slippered Chas first as I recall and then Simon spanked me. The we took it one from each other until our arses were so sore they could stand no more. And yeah we were bollock naked as we did it. Three horny naked lads having fun. And what better way to finish it all off than by wanking ourselves silly.


Back to my telling the story.....


Of course teenage lads wank and of course some wank in the company of one another but I had never before thought of my tanning the arses of some naughty boys as the excuse any would have used to jerk off.

"We still spank ourselves now and then," Chas said.

"Yeah we belong to a club," Steven explained.

"Club CP," Pete added. "I’m the straight one but I do enjoy a good bit of CP."

"Straight ! Like fuck," Chas smiled. "You’re as bent as we are."

I had heard of this Club CP although I had never been there. It was quite a large group of guys that met once a month in a gay club near to Kings Cross Station in Central London. Chas, Steve and Pete I learned were regular attenders and now wanted me to go along with them.

"Come along Sir, it’ll be good fun and you can spank us again," Chas said.

"Bare arsed this time though," Pete insisted.

"And you’ll have an audience," Steve explained. "There’s always a big crowd at Club CP."

It did feel horny. Very horny.

The club meeting was a week away but for the next seven days I could hardly get it out of my mind. I checked the club’s website (YES guys it really does exist: www.clubcp.com) and wanked over its pages. I thought of my three friends naked and bent over, their bums awaiting my slipper caressing their cheeks. My heart pounded like a drum in anticipation. Looking through the Club CP website I saw how guys would sometimes perform their spanking in areas of the club to small audiences of others. Surely a triple spanking would draw a significant number of onlookers.

I mentioned this to Chas who smiled and giggled, "You bet ! That’s part of it Sir ! We’ll be on the main stage."

Exciting.

I pondered what I should wear. I drifted into an on-line shop where I placed a priority order with my credit card for a pair of leather jeans and a harness for my upper body. They promised immediate despatch so everything would be in place for the visit to Club CP in just a few days time. Sure enough a special delivery parcel arrived at my home the following day. I tried on the two items and posed in front of a mirror. YES, perfect !

Now for the slipper. I went to my local sport superstore and looked through the available sports shoes. When I had originally slippered the trio I had used a tennis plimsoll but over the years they had become something which had been replaced by more expensive trainers. There was nothing available and I was deeply disappointed. I wanted this to be authentic. I went to various other retail establishments but in each it was the same, nothing suitable in stock. It may have been that there was somewhere lingering in a stockroom that which I was looking for but I had no intention of asking ! Finally as something of a last resort I ambled into Woolworth’s and there was exactly what I wanted ! Fantastic ! I have to confess to a semi growing in the front of my trousers as I walked to the checkout to pay for them.

Parking in Central London near to Kings Cross is not easy but Chas, Pete and Steve had been before and knew exactly where we could leave the car. They were all three dressed in simple jeans and tee shirts, after all they would be coming off for the bollock naked slippering. I had a jacket to conceal my leather and chain harness as I walked the short distance through the street to the club. But I think I should not have worried, seeing some of the things other guys were dressed in as they made their way to Club CP were quite amazing. AND they had travelled there, many of them, on the bus or underground !

Inside the club was like any other gay bar: music, dancing and a warm friendly atmosphere. The guy on the door obviously knew Chas, Pete and Simon who quickly introduced me.

"This is Nigel," Pete said. "Mr Dean our old teacher - Sir. He’s going to slipper us later."

"I’ll look forward to watching."

"We’re on the main stage at eleven thirty," Chas explained. "Major attraction."

"My arse can’t wait," Steve giggled. "Make sure you don’t miss us."

I wasn’t the only one to have visited the on-line sex store. It appeared my three friends had been there as well purchasing some leather ankle straps, one pair each which they intended to wear as their only item of clothing during the performance.

We made our way to the bar and my round of drinks. Lots of the guys in the club knew my friends and knew who I was and why I was there.

"Your fame has gone before you," Chas said.

It had.

The time for all to witness the reason for my fame, my moment of celebrity, came quickly. The manager of the club scooped us together and took us to a small room behind the stage. All evening the DJ had been announcing and promoting our performance so the crowd was fired with anticipation and enthusiasm. Chas, Steve and Pete stripped down to their underpants and I was given a small radio microphone to clip to my leather harness.

"I don’t think they will need mikes," the club manage said. "They’ll be screaming loud enough for everyone to hear and besides there isn’t anywhere to clip them !"

Standing back stage as we were announced I felt anything but nervous, adrenalin was pumping so hard I though my whole body would explode. Chas winked an eye at me. "Don’t spare nothing," he said. "Lay it on as hard as you can Sir !"

"Don’t worry, I Intend to."

Final words from the compare, a roar from the crowd and we were on stage.

"You three, you three !" I shouted pointed the toe of the plimsoll at each one in turn. "Have pushed me just a little too far. It seems that nothing I say to you makes any difference ! Nothing at all. Well time for the talking to stop and for you to learn another lesson."

Each one of them hung their heads.

"It’s six of the best" I continued. "Bare arsed so get those pants off NOW !"

"Off, Off, off !" The crowd chanted.

Like three strip tease artists Chas, Pete and Steve removed their underpants and posed for the audience’s delight. I took time to look at their bodies, each one of them a delight to see and each one of them sporting a rock solid cock before resuming our role play.

"Enough of that !" I shouted. "Stand in a line next to each other."

I adjusted their stance so they were near to the front of the stage with their backs to the audience. Each was about four feet from the other. I would deliver a whack to each arse in turn down the line moving along its length until each had received six hard and stinging strokes. Chas was first with Pete in the middle and Steve on the end.

"Now bend over and prepare to take your punishment."

When I had slippered them all those years ago it had been one at a time but this was a much better way. I adjusted the stance of each until I was completely satisfied all was as I wanted it. Inside those tight leather jeans my cock was harder than I had ever known it before to be. It throbbed and pressed a hot line against my lower abdomen.

I looked at those three arses arranged there for my pleasure and the entertainment of the Club CP crowd. This was going to be good. Very good. I raised my arm high in the air behind Chas and swung down the hardest blow I could before skipping a few small paces to my right and doing exactly the same for Pete and then again for Steve. The first whack to each was delivered quickly with me dancing like an artist from bum to bum. The crowd obviously appreciated my skill and applauded throughout.

In the multi coloured lighting of the club it was not easy to see if my first whack had brought up the desired red patches on my three friends’ backside but I knew it would have.

The second whacks I planted on the opposite cheeks to the first and was pleased to hear each gasp with pain.

After the third I paused and made each stand up and face the audience. Using the small radio mike clipped to my harness I interviewed each one of them.

"So Chas you naughty bad boy, how does your arse feel after three whacks of the slipper ?"

"It hurts !" he smiled.

"Very much ?"

"Oh yes it’s on fire."

"And what about you Pete ? How is the punishment working out for you ?"

"You have, lost none of your skills from the last time you whacked us Sir."

"Have I not ?"

"No, I would say you have improved."

"Well we’ll see what the next three whacks will do in a minute."

"Thank you Sir."

"And finally Steven. What does your arse feel like ?"

"Oh very nice," he said. "You are an expert spanker Sir. And look what you have done to my cock !"

As with the other two he was very hard and dripping precum.

"Right," I snapped adopting once again my severe schoolmaster’s voice. "Three more each. Bend over !"

They did as they were told and once again I was presented with those three arses. The crowd was loving every minute of it and cheered me on to greater things. And greater things was exactly what I delivered. The fourth whack was harder than anything I have before given my friends and I could almost feel their pain myself. But not to slacken I whacked in number five and placed it on each bum exactly on top of where number four had landed.

It was almost over and I was sorry about that, I could have gone on a lot longer but those three naked arses had taken almost as much as they could. I mean this wasn’t mild CP but a slippering delivered with the full force I could muster.

Slowing down for the final whack to each I completed the spanking with the very, very hardest blow I could and planted each one right across the two cheeks of each lad.

The crowd was elated and demanded More, more, more as we left.

Back in that small room where we had prepared ourselves for the performance Chas smiled and said, "That was very good Sir. Better than last time."

"You bet." Pete added.

Steve just smiled a little and then winked an eye at the other two.

All three were still bollock naked and so hard on their cocks were twitching with a desire to shoot a load. Of course mine was as well but covered up by my leather trousers.

"We all need a wank," Steve said.

"Yeah," Chas and Pete said.

"You going to join us Sir ?"

"Try and stop me !"

So four friends and consenting adults shared what our right hands were really for. Of course it did not take long for anyone to cum and when we did the results were, well shall we just say gushing.

Shortly after and while we were dressing again there came a gentle tap at the door. It was the club manager.

"Nigel," he said. "It appears you have started yourself a fan club. There are four guys outside who want to know if you will spank them on stage."

I thought for a moment then said, "Happy to oblige."

The two construction workers worked quickly and efficiently, cleaning up for the evening around the construction site on the new house on the steep hillside overlooking the pounding surf on the rugged coast below. The two moved together, in fluid motion. They were having a boisterous and obscene conversation of what the two horny hunks planned to do to their girl friends that evening after a hard-working pay day. The day had been hot, and they were both stripped down to shorts and tool belts and heavy construction boots.

They were working together in a back room that was almost finished when the earthquake rumbled along the ridge and collapsed the framing of the new house in upon itself. As the walls of the house came in upon each other and the ceiling drooped down, the two construction workers were thrown against each in other in a small air pocket.

The lithe and wiry young blond's cheek was flattened against the back wall, which still held, although he could hear the roaring of the surf dangerously close. his hands were flung out, his palms leveraging against the wall.

The olive-skinned older Italian, the cut and horse-hung bodybuilder with curly black hair in abundance, had been flung up against the blond's back; his pelvis nestled up under the blond's buttocks.

The two huddled closely together as they waited out the earthquake and its ever-weakening aftershocks, hoping that the walls of their prison would hold.

When all was quiet, the older man spoke: "Are you all right, Hal? Anything broken or hurting?"

"No, Mario, I seem to be in one piece, but you've got me pinned to the wall. Can you give me some slack?"

"I don't think I can. I have something biting into my back behind me here."

"Well, you have something pushing at me down here, you horny bastard."

"Sorry, it must have been our talk and me thinking of how I was going to stick it to Cindy."

The house shifted and the two felt it totter toward the churning water below.

"God, hold on Mario! Can the house possibly hold? Are we gonna die in here?"

The dark hunk's massive chest was heaving between the blond guy's shoulder blades from fear for their predicament and his arms had wrapped around the blond guy's chest, his hands were buried in the pecs of the younger man. He couldn't help it; he was still horny from their earlier conversation, and his cock was engorging and pushing between the younger man's butt cleavage.

"You know, Hal," his said, his voice shaking, "This could be it for us. These could be our last moments." one of his hands slowly slid down the blond's abs and belly and went under the waist of his short and settled on the blond's cock, which responded immediately.

"Yes, I know, Mario. But what are you doing. Stop . . ."

But Mario didn't stop. He buried his face in the hollow of Hal's neck and kissed and sucked at him there. He stroked Hal's cock and fingered the bulbous nob at the end until Hal stopped fighting him and started moving his pelvis rhythmically with Mario's stroking.

Mario brought his left hand down, ran it under the rim of Hal's shorts and briefs, and pulled them down to below his butt. Then he pulled his own shorts and briefs down. He brought his hand up, spit on it a couple of times, and rubbed the saliva into and around Hal's ass hole. More spit into his own hand and he rubbed that into the precum that was already bubbling out of his horse-hung cock. He placed the head of the cock at the ass hole and just let it find it's own way in, slowly at first, with a lot of objection and huffing and puffing from Hal.

But, as Hal shot off his own load down the unfinished wall board, he arched his back, lifting his pelvis against Mario, giving him wider entry. Mario's nine inches slid up into Hal, and, hands on the younger man's hips, he started pumping the blond deep. The tools in their belts clanked a tune as they swayed back and forth and clashed against each other.

The two moved together, in fluid motion. Hal's objections and pants and huffs had slowly changed into sighs and moans and dirty talk of being plowed deep and loving it.

At first Mario just saw this as a relief of the stress of the moment. But as the helmet of his cock was grabbed by Hal's sphincter and drawn in, Mario began to think this was almost as good as fucking Cindy. The head of his cock rubbed against Hal's prostate and the younger man shuddered and moaned. Mario's hands went to Hal's flat, hard belly and followed the hard line up his abs and to his chest, curved but flat, clefted but hard, nipples standing out taut, leaping to attention at Mari's touch. Mario, the bodybuilder, the worshiper of hard bodies, realized that this body of Hal's was even more of a turn on than the soft curves and flopping breasts of Cindy. His hands traveled down to Hal's small waist and hollowed hips and rounded, but solid butt cheeks. Down to those hard, heavily muscled thighs. His cock leapt with joy at the new-found excitement of the swaying of the hard, musk-smelling body under his command, responding to him as Cindy rarely did, and realized that this, in fact, was a whole lot sexier than fucking Cindy. Hal's ass was tighter than either Cindy's cunt or ass, and his strong canal muscles expanded and contracted, sending Mario into ecstasy and lengthening him as Cindy had never done.

Hal responded to the ever-deepening plowing and pumping by turning his face to Mario's and going into a deep, moan-filled kiss. Although he and Sue had engaged in dildo play many times before, nothing had gone to the center of him and filled him and stretched him and stirred his senses of desire as did this churning monster cock of Mario's. He got his hands down and behind Mario and dug them into his ravisher's butt cheeks, holding him in, willing him to plow even deeper, wanting to feel his hot cum fountaining up into his stomach.

Through their panting and moaning, they heard voices and the sound of wood being thrown aside.

"I think they're coming for us. I think they've found us," Hal moaned.

"And I think I'm cumming too," Mario muttered through clinched teeth. And he did just that, shooting off inside Hal in heavy and deep spasms of cum. Cindy's loss. He didn't think he'd be up to "porking" her tonight. But this had been a whole new, rock-busting experience. He now thought he could get it up for a hottie like Hal tonight before he could for Cindy.

The two pulled their shorts up and adjusted their positions as best they could. The sounds of rescue came closer.

"We'll not mention this to the other guys, I don't think," Mario whispered to Hal.

"No, for sure not," Hal answered.

"But I won't forget this," Mario said.

There was a moment of silence.

"Want to go get a beer after we clean up?" Hal tossed out.

"Sure. And then I'll call Cindy to cancel tonight and maybe you could call Sue."

"Right."

I just got my ass fucked and blasted my load at the wayside. I was still hornier than hell. So I decided to go to the park and cruise around. Just thinking about a hot daddy to suck off or fuck made my cock jump up and take notice.

I grabbed my cock. I was as hard as a rock. Well now I see you're all ready for some action. Just hold on and we will be at the park in awhile..

Ok daddy! I can wait my cock was telling me.

As if you have a choice in the matter as I shook my cock.

I busted out laughing thinking what anyone would think if they heard me talking to my cock.

We arrived at the park and there was no one there any ways there were no cars there. I went to the bathroom to check it out. Damn no one in there either.

I looked out and saw a man setting on the bench. I started to walk towards him and hoping he was interested in fooling around. As I got closer to were he was setting I could see that he was little older than I was.

I walked up to him and said, "Hi, nice day."

"Yes it is a nice day."

"Mind if I set down beside you?" I asked him.

"Sit down my son and make yourself to home." He called me son. I wondered if he wanted to fool around.

He asked me my name. I told him, "I'm Jim and you are?"

"I am Russell. Glad to meet you, Jim."

"I haven't seen you hear before Russell?"

"I just moved here from another town."

"Where you staying?"

"In the motel for a couple of nights then I don't know where I will be staying."

"What brings you to the park, Jim?"

As he was asking me these questions he was rubbing his cock.

"Just cruising to see what I can find."

"You interested in fooling around Russell?"

"Fuck, yes I am."

"Well it looks like you're ready, too, Jim."

"Damn right I am."

"You ever have a black cock up your ass?"

"Fuck no, I never have but I sure do dream about it."

"Would you like to get fucked by this black cock?"

"I would love to suck it, too, daddy."

"Oh yes, son! You may suck daddy's cock till he fills your mouth full of daddy's cum." He reached over and grabbed my cock. "Oh, son! Daddy would like you to fuck his ass. Would you fuck daddy's ass real good, son?"

"Damn right, I will daddy. Oh, daddy, I want to make love to you so bad. Can we go to your place?

"Sorry son, but we can't go there as they do not allow anyone but me in the room."

"Well then, daddy, we can go to my place then. Would you like to come to my place, daddy?"

"I sure would, but I don't drive."

"That is ok. You can ride with me."

"Ride you I will, son."

"Oh, daddy you sure can ride your son's cock but not till we get home."

As we were walking to the car I noticed one of his legs was stiff. Once we got to the car he told me that he had a wooden leg.

"I guess I should have told you that before but I was afraid you would be turned off by it like so many other men are."

"Oh, daddy, I am not turned off by that one bit. So get your ass in the car and let's get going."

"OK, son, whatever you say."

Once in the car he sat right next to me.

"You don't mind if daddy sets by you, son?"

"You may sit as close to me as you want to, daddy." I looked at him and we kissed each other.

"You're not scared of me are you, son?"

"Hell no, daddy I really do like you. When I first sat down next to you I knew that I wanted to be more than a sex partner to you."

"Damn, son, that was what I was thinking, too. I don't know what it is about you son that made my cock pop up like it did. I mean it has never done that before."

"Yes, daddy, I know what you mean. My cock did the same thing."

All the way to my house we talked about how he lost his leg and what he was doing. I told him that I was a farmer and operating my parent's farm.

"You live with your parents then?" he asked.

"No, I have my own house that was the agreement I made with my dad. Here we are daddy this is my home."

He reached in the back seat and took his leg. "You want to carry my leg inside for me?"

"Sure I will, daddy, but how are you going to get inside?"

"I can hop with one leg. That's no problem."

Once inside the house we sat on the couch. We took each other into each others arms and started to make out. We kissed each other so deeply. We slowly took each others shirt off. I kissed his neck while he was kissing my neck. I was caressing his chest and rubbing his tits.

"Oh yes, son, that feels so good. Let daddy do the same to you, son."

As we were caressing each others chest and sucking on each others tits our other hand was unbuckling the cutoffs. We stood up while we were kissing each other. Our cut offs started to drop to the floor but they got hung up on our hard cocks. We slowly took our hands and helped them fall to the floor. We broke apart and just stood there naked. We looked at each others naked body for a long time not saying a word.

"Let's go to the bed room and get more comfortable."

We lay down on the bed so we could both suck each others cock. I took his cock into my mouth with one big gulp. He let out a moan.

I took his balls in one hand and started to play with them. He had such nice balls not to big and not to small just right in my book.

He took my cock into his mouth with one gulp as well I let out a moan. He started to play with my balls. He pulled off my cock to tell me that I had really nice balls.

I felt his cock getting harder and harder. I knew it would not be long and daddy would be filling my hot mouth with his hot cum.

I felt my cock getting hardier and hardier as well. I started to feel my hot cum starting to enter the shaft of my cock. I knew it would not be long and I would be filling daddy's mouth with his son's hot cum.

Just then he let out a loud moan. I felt daddy's hot cum filling my hot mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could so I would not spill any of his hot cum. I took every last drop of daddy's load. I could not hold off any longer.

Daddy took one big gulp. That was all it took to let my hot cum fill daddy's hot mouth.

We sucked each others cock till they went soft. We turn around and hugged each other and kissed some more.

"Oh, son, you drained daddy real good."

"Oh, daddy, you drained your son real good as well. I have never had someone suck me like you did, daddy."

"That goes for me, too, son. Hey, son!"

"Yes, daddy."

"I can't fuck you right now as you really drained your old daddy."

"That's OK, daddy. We can wait till morning."

"You mean you want me to stay the night with you?"

"I sure do. That is if you want to."

"I sure do."

We fell to sleep in each others arms.