John's Boy

I was standing in a big electronics store, staring at a display of mice. I wanted a small wireless mouse to use with my laptop, as I was sick of fighting with the touchpad.

I felt him step up behind me, close enough to feel his breath against my ear. I could smell a faint hint of sandalwood soap. And then he whispered, "Have you been a good boy?"

I shuddered, from the question and the sensation. I didn't respond. I didn't need to. He knew.

He reached around me and pulled a package from one of the hooks in front of me and pressed it into my hand. "Meet me in the parking lot in five minutes."

He turned and walked away. I turned and watched his ass as he went. Then I looked down at the package in my hand and smiled. It was a small wireless mouse.

In the parking lot, he was standing next to a black pick up truck. He opened the door for me, then got behind the wheel and started the engine without saying a word. I studied his profile while he drove. He had a perfect greek nose, straight and smooth. His black hair fell over his forehead almost to his eyebrows, framing brown eyes that sparkled in response to oncoming headlights. His lips were a little thin, masculine, and he was clean-shaven.

He was slightly taller than me, probably around 6 feet. He was well-muscled but not grotesquely so, and he wore a simple dark blue button-down shirt with jeans and boots. Some people might think he was rather ordinary looking. I thought he was beautiful. My cock was already half-hard.

When we pulled into a garage, he got out and came around to let me out of the truck. I don't know why I sat there and waited for him to do so. I just did.

We went into the house and he paused in the living room, turning to me. I'd been simply following where he led. He looked at me for a moment, then reached out and grabbed me, pulling me against his chest.

He kissed my ear, then a small trail of kisses across my jawline, before finding my mouth. He thoroughly kissed me, claiming my mouth as his territory. When he ended the kiss, I was more than a little dazed.

He took my arm gently and escorted me to the master bedroom.

"Get ready," he commanded. "You have ten minutes. You know what I expect to see when I come back in here."

I nodded, and at his look, spoke. "Yes, sir."

He left the room, shutting the door behind him, as I toed off my Nikes and socks. I shrugged off my button-down shirt, leaving on the t-shirt beneath it. I padded into the en suite bath and quickly washed my face and hands and gave myself a once-over in the mirror. My light-brown hair was a little too long and that with my slight build gave me a definite boyish look. I smiled at myself, seeing for a second what he saw.

I walked back into the bedroom and checked the time. Six minutes. I knew what to do next and braced myself. For a moment, I considered backing out. Walking back out to the living room and telling him thanks but no thanks. Five minutes.

I stepped into the corner of the room, unfastening my jeans as I went. When I turned to face the corner and the supposedly calming pale blue paint, I pushed my jeans and briefs down to my thighs, exposing my bare ass to the room. My t-shirt covered just the top few inches of my ass, and in the front it would have covered my dick, except it was hard as a steel and sticking straight out perpendicular. I knew the rules, so I kept my hands far away from my cock, and placed them flat against the walls up near my head.

That five minutes seems to last an hour when you're standing in a corner with your bare ass on display, knowing what he's about to do to it. I closed my eyes and thought about what was going to happen, and what it would feel like. My cock started to drip clear fluid onto the carpet.

I heard the bedroom door open and close as he walked in. I didn't turn to look at him - another rule. I listened as he shuffled around the room, turning down the bed, opening a drawer to get some lube and setting it on the nightstand. Finally I heard him move to sit on the bed. He remained silent.

Then I had to sit there and think about him sitting there, staring at the boy standing in the corner with his pants down and his bare ass on display. I nearly came just from that.

I don't know how long I stood there, trying not to squirm, pressing my hands into the wall to force them to stay there, waiting for him to summon me. And yet I jumped, startled, when he said, "Come here, baby."

I turned and shuffled over to where he sat on the side of the bed. I stood before him. He reached for my hand and gently kissed it before saying, "Shirt off, please."

I tugged off the t-shirt, while he gave my pants and briefs a tug, causing them to fall to my ankles. I stepped out of them without being asked. He was still fully clothed, but there I stood naked, feeling more exposed than I had ever been.

He took my hand again and this time tugged me firmly until I was lying bottom-up across his thighs. I took advantage of the situation and rubbed my erection against the denim a little, which only made him spread his legs a bit so that my cock just pointed straight down with nothing to rub against. Damn him.

"Why are you going to be spanked, boy?"

I squirmed in his lap but repeated the proper response, "Because I'm naughty."

For a moment I felt ridiculous and insincere, like we were acting in a cheesy porno. Those thoughts fled with the contact of his hard hand smacking against my bare ass cheek. "Oww!"

He continued with the smacks, some gentle and some tingling, some hard enough that I knew they left a bright red handprint. I yelped and whimpered a bit. I writhed uncontrollably, I don't know if I was trying to avoid the smacks or lift my ass up to receive them. I do know I was desperately seeking even a little friction against my throbbing cock. A little bit! That's all I needed, please!

He paused after a particularly hard pop and rubbed gently. "What happens to naughty boys?"

I swallowed hard before responding, "They get their asses spanked."

He continued rubbing and cupping my cheeks, separating them a bit as he rubbed. I knew what he was looking at. "That's right. And you are a very naughty boy, aren't you?"

I shifted my hips, pressing my ass up into his soothing hand, but his hand lifted and smacked my already tender right cheek, hard enough to bring tears to my eyes! "Owww!"

"Answer me!"

"Yes! Yessir! I'm a very naughty boy!" I nearly shouted.

"And what happens to very naughty boys?"

"I don't know." I lied.

"They get their asses fucked!" As he said that he shifted me, expertly, so that my cock was pressed firmly against his denim-covered thigh, and then began smacking my red ass again, re-igniting the tingling fire he'd started. I fucked down into his thigh, desperately, and seconds later exploded with a shout, coming hard, shuddering all over. I'd have fallen off his lap if he hadn't grabbed onto me to hold me up and help me ride through the pleasure. It was incredible.

He rubbed my hot abused butt gently while I came back to myself before lifting me up and helping me scramble up onto the bed face down. I lay there, still recovering, while he undressed. From the corner of my eye I saw the curve of his bicep and my cock started swelling again. I turned just enough to get a good look at him. Black hair scattered across his chest, muscle corded everywhere, a flat stomach and best of all, his huge, hard cock. He was so hard it was like a purple tree trunk springing up from black curly grass.

He reached over and grabbed a pillow which I helped him push beneath my hips. I spread my legs like a cheap whore. I didn't feel self-consciously exposed anymore; I wanted him to look at what I was offering. He chuckled and ran a hand up my thigh to cup my ass again.

This time he spread my cheeks a bit and I felt cold lube dripping against my hole, followed quickly by a lubed finger pressing in. "Mmmm god yes," I murmured.

He quickly added a second finger, spreading and scissoring them to stretch me, before adding a little more lube and a third finger. He pressed all three in deep, and I reveled in the intense feeling when suddenly he hit my spot and I felt a jolt of electricity travel up and down my spine.

"Fuck! Yes!" I arched my back, pressing his fingers harder into me.

"Mmm," he whispered into my ear, "Right there, huh?" He rubbed the magic spot firmly while I fucked myself shamelessly on his fingers.

"Pleeease.." I whimpered.

He pulled his fingers out gently and moved into position over me. I felt the fat head of his cock against my hole, pushing insistently. He nibbled the back of my neck as I focused on relaxing and opening to him, and suddenly the head popped into me, making me squeal.

He held perfectly still, letting me adjust to his size, while he continued kissing and nibbling my shoulders and neck.

He felt my tight ring of muscle relax around him and he pressed in several inches deeper and said, "Take my cock, boy."

I moaned in response and he pushed in deeper. "It's too big!" I cried.

"Yeah," he agreed, "it's way too big, but you're still going to take it all, baby."

With that he pushed in again and I felt his pubic hair against my ass and his large balls fell forward touching mine. I had all of him, and it was glorious. I shifted my hips a bit to adjust to the intense fullness. He lifted himself onto his knees, freeing his hands to run over my back and hips as he held himself still inside me.

When I was as ready as I was going to be, I pressed my hips back against him in a silent signal. He caught it, immediately grasping my hips to hold me up in place and began slowly sliding out, until just that fat cock head remained inside me.

He slid back in just as slowly and when he got to the magic button I gasped involuntarily. He gave a slow sexy chuckle and began moving that big knob of his back and forth directly across my prostate. I clutched the bedcovers and howled shamelessly.

"Scream for me, sweet boy!"

I turned my head to look back at him. "John, would you stop fucking around and fuck me!?" I begged.

He smacked my still-tingling ass again, relighting that fire, then pushed deep before pulling back out and setting up that perfect rhythym. He held my hips tightly, moving them back and forth as well, fucking me deeply and thoroughly and rubbing across my spot with every thrust. I lost all ability to think or breath or do anything except fuck back against that huge cock sawing in and out of me.

He fucked me hard and well and I knew even though I had come once already I wasn't going to last long and neither was he. I reached beneath me to grab my cock but he saw me and grabbed both my hands and pulled them up above my head. The slight change in his angle had him pressing even harder against my prostate and I did scream for him because suddenly my orgasm snuck up on me and come shot out of me, hot and fast and every muscle in my body contracted over and over in waves of pure pleasure. The clenching of my ass around him set him off as well but I was so overwhelmed that I barely felt the huge load of come he fired off inside of me.

I fell, spent, flat and face down onto the bed, and he fell on top of me, his length still wedged deeply up my ass. I revelled in the feel of his weight on me for a minute until he recovered enough to lift himself onto his forearms. He kissed my ear as he carefully pulled his softening cock out ofme. I tried not to wince but I did anyway; I was going to be sore later.

He pulled away and came back quickly with a damn cloth which he used to gently clean me up before he lay back down and snuggled up against me, kissing me and rubbing my back. "You okay, baby?"

"Mmm," I murmured, still floating a big, "I'm fantastic. You're amazing. I love you. And you have fucked me to death. I am dead."

"Uh huh. I'll remind you of that when you wake up in the morning wanting a blowjob."

He knew me too well. I pulled the blanket up over us.

"You're incredible, and I love you too, baby." He whispered into my ear. "My way worked out pretty good, huh?"

I grinned. We'd played this particular game a thousand times, but usually my perverted mind set up the scenario.

"It was perfect. Just perfect."