Educating David Chapter 5
This is a story about man on man sex. If this offends you please do not read further. Otherwise please enjoy this story which is the fifth chapter of a longer piece outlining how I learnt about gay sex whilst an undergraduate in the 1970s. I'd be very interested to receive your feedback and suggestions for future chapters. My email is zlatyblbec@yahoo.com
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"Fucking – what's it like?"
"What d'you mean?"
"Would I like it?"
"Honestly? I don't know. Some men find the whole idea distasteful. And it can be painful before you get the knack, and some can never get past that point so give up. But more men enjoy it than you'd think. I've been fucking, both active and passive, for the best part of sixty years, and for me it's still the most fulfilling sexual experience. But each to his own."
"Could we?"
"We could," Warren said, but with a hint of caution in his voice.
"When?"
"Let's work our way up to it, eh? There's plenty of time."
o-O-o
The car park in front of the pool was pretty full – especially considering how early it was on a Sunday morning. We went through the main doors, and there was a table set up in the foyer manned by a member of the committee.
`Morning Warren.'
`Good morning Mike. This is David,' Warren replied, turning to me. `He's a student down at the university and he's keen on the idea of seeing what our nude swims are like so I said I'd bring him along. Just as a guest for today.'
Warren took a fifty pence coin out of his pocket and handed it over. Mike put a `+1' against Warren's name in the exercise book in front of him then took a few coins out of a cashbox and handed them back to Warren.
`How much do I owe you?' I asked as we made our way through to the changing room.
`My treat. As I said to Mike, you're my guest today. If you end up joining you can pay for yourself then.'
Only the male changing room was open, and it was pretty full – far more so than it was on Thursday mornings when only our small group was using it. Those changing, or more accurately undressing, ranged from toddlers to geriatrics who looked even older than Warren. And although a majority were male, at least a third of them were women or girls. They came in all shapes and sizes from slim and fit through to the seriously overweight, but common to all seemed to be a nonchalance that everyone had in their nakedness – chatting to each other without any self-consciousness as they stripped off and put their clothes onto the pegs.
I was very used to open changing rooms full of naked males but it dawned on me that I'd never seen a naked female before, at least not apart from the occasional toddler on a beach. I knew that the eyes of many of my friends would've been out on stalks by now, ogling the naked women, but even the sight of couple of really tanned and fit looking girls who seemed about my own age, and who could well have been students too, did nothing for me sexually.
"Come on, day dreamer," I heard Warren's voice – it seemed as if from afar but he was standing next to me. "The water beckons...'
He moved over towards the same corner where we usually changed on Thursday mornings and I followed him. A continual stream of people was coming into the changing room and unlike all my previous trips to the pool there was little room to stretch out on the bench below the pegs today. It was a bit like at school, really, when over a hundred of us used to cram together to change for sports.
I placed my towel on the bench and quickly undressed. I had just taken off my loaned underpants when I felt a hand on my arm.
"I had a pair just like that", said a very quiet voice.
I looked round and saw a man of about Warren's vintage with a beam on his face. He let go of my arm and turned his face towards Warren.
"Identical," his voice reduced to a whisper, but one still designed for both Warren and myself to hear. "Even down to those streaks of white inside the front." He reached down and surreptitiously moved his finger for a second or two across the semen stains clearly visible on the black material.
I felt myself blushing and quickly folded the underpants so that the spunk marks were hidden, and placed them under my other clothes on the bench.
"Good morning Anthony," said Warren. He turned to me. "David, this is Anthony. Anthony this is David."
Anthony offered me his hand to shake.
"I've told David a bit about you," Warren said.
"Only bad things, I hope," Anthony replied, his eyes twinkling.
"Just the provenance of that underwear."
"Enough to get the idea, then?" Anthony laughed and began pulling off his clothes. It didn't take him more than a few seconds before he was standing stark naked. He moved a little closer to me, then took the dark green briefs he was wearing and turned them inside out before folding them. As he held them up it was obvious that these also had had several deposits of semen inside them, and that he wanted me to see. Anthony winked at me, folded them and placed them under his own clothes.
I took a good look at Anthony. He was in many ways similar to Warren, but still very different. Like Warren he had a dark all-over tan which, as it was still spring, I assumed must have been the result of the previous summer, if not built up over the summers of many years. He was also totally hairless apart from his head (I was to discover that shaving or waxing was quite popular amongst both naturist men and naturist women, even back in those days) and he too was circumcised. Unlike Warren, though, he was a little on the tubby side – not what you would call fat, but certainly not as toned as Warren was – and he had a most un-Warren-like tattoo (of a tiger) which ran from his right shoulder all the way down his body via his buttock to the back of his leg just above the knee.
"But, decorum, is the word of the day at gatherings like this. Isn't that so, Warren."
Warren clearly couldn't help but smile. "Yes, Anthony. Decorum."
o-O-o
The swim itself was delightful. I couldn't get over the immense difference made by not wearing something seemingly as small and insignificant as a pair of skimpy 1970s swimming trunks. My whole body seemed to glide so much more smoothly through the water, as if I was swimming in some sort of lotion. And when I trod water to chat with Warren and his friends I felt my legs had much more freedom of movement. The ambiance of the session was also really pleasant – lots of small groups of people chatting, some in the water, others on the bleachers around the pool, all totally comfortable in their bodies regardless of the imperfections and flaws very evident in most of us. And the twenty or so kids were having a whale of a time constantly diving into the pool and then getting straight out to do it all again. I'd enjoyed the whole experience so much so that on the way back to Warren's cottage I told him I never wanted to swim with anything on ever again. He laughed, but agreed that he'd only ever used trunks at the Thursday swims.
"I never possessed a pair of swimming drawers as a child in India – I was nine when I left, and in those days all the boys out there swam naked until well after puberty, even at the European pool. And they weren't needed at either of the schools I attended in England, nor in the lake on my uncle's small estate, nor in the army. Then, when I worked in the city I belonged to a men's only gym which most definitely wouldn't have accept their use, and after the war when I started teaching the school pool was nude only – for boys and masters alike. So when I started doing the Thursday swimming sessions I had to go out and buy my first ever pair of swimming trunks!"
It sounded a dream, and I resolved to try as hard as I could to swim nude whenever I could.
On the way home Warren treated me to a full English breakfast. Like the Indian restaurant we went to each Thursday lunchtime this establishment was also hidden away in the back streets of the city, and was equally excellent. I was becoming uncomfortable with Warren paying for so many things – I didn't want him to become a kind of `sugar daddy' to me – and I told him so. He was very understanding and told me that if it made me feel better, when I returned after Easter and was armed with the new term's grant cheque, I could take him out on the town and treat him to a decent meal.
"But please don't get obsessed with trying to `pay your way'," Warren pleaded. "You're young, and apart from a nominal student grant and whatever you can earn in your holidays you've got very little cash coming in." He gave a warm smile. "On the other hand I'm old..."
I tried to protest, but he put up his hand to stop me.
"No, David. To say that I'm old is just a statement of fact. I might last another ten, or twenty, or even thirty years, but I AM still old. And I've had a long and successful life but with few financial commitments – no wife or family to payroll, remember – and I had decent inheritances from both my parents and my uncle. On top of that I had free accommodation for decades in the army and at school. And I'm not what you'd call an extravagant person. Which when you put it all together means I'm very comfortably off and will be for the rest of my days."
He reached across the café table and gave my hand a discreet squeeze.
"So if I want to spend a little of my cash doing things I enjoy, and making them even more pleasant by including someone in those activities I really like, please indulge me and let me do so."
He smiled at me, and then suddenly looked a little sad.
"In fact at times I wonder whether you're the one indulging me – a beautiful and..." he lowered his voice to a whisper "...lusty young lad sharing a bed with a decrepit old man like me..."
My mouth fell open. "No! No! I like you because... because of so many things." I was thinking of the way he seemed so genuinely interested in me. Me as a person. And I liked the way he'd had such an interesting life and would talk about it in a way that wasn't at all bragging but which was so fascinating. And then there was the sex. I know I've said it before, but I couldn't have imagined being so turned on by an OAP. Truly Warren had become a sexual God in my mind, and I knew that the sexual tutoring he was providing would be of value to me throughout my life.
As I thought about everything I liked about Warren I felt butterflies thrashing around in my stomach. I took a deep breath.
Warren frowned with concern. "What's up?"
I took another gulp of air and smiled. I put my head across the table and whispered "I want to go to bed with you. Now. I want to strip off again and learn more about making love with you." In some ways I couldn't believe I'd said those words as casually as I had, but they'd had a tremendous effect – at least on my dick which was fighting against the tightness of the crotch of my jeans.
"You've not got University work to do? I thought you'd have to get back."
"It's the last week of term. All my work's in – just a couple of lectures and seminars next week, then I'm free to go home. I've nothing after Wednesday morning – just the final rugger game of the season."
"Does that mean I'll get to take possession of your jockstrap?" He grinned.
I felt Warren's leg rub against mine and had to rearrange my dick to stop it being so painful.
Warren noticed me do this. "I think I better pay and get you back to a place where you can free yourself from the confines of those tight jeans..."
Less than a quarter of an hour later we were back at Warren's cottage. All the way there I felt my prick getting harder and harder. It wasn't helped by Warren reaching across time and time again as he drove us to his house and rubbing my bulge through my jeans. I did the same to him, tracing the outline of his beautiful cock with my fingers. I really was on heat! From waking with a massive erection and being taken naked down into the garden to pee, to wearing Anthony's semen-stained underpants, to being in an environment full of naked people, to experiencing the sensuousness of swimming totally nude so much about the morning so far had had an erotic angle to it. I was now desperate for sex with my friend to make it complete.
As soon as we were through the door and it was closed behind us I turned and put my arms around Warren's neck and gave him a deep kiss. I pulled him closely to me and felt his strong arms clamp around my back. I moved my hands down to rest on his bum, and massaged his cheeks, then slid my hands down the back of his waistband and beneath his underpants so that my fingers explored his bare skin. As I kissed him I realised that how, for the first time really, I was leading the charge rather than the pace being dictated by Warren. This really turned me on, especially as I could sense Warren reacting to my lust in an enthusiastic, positive way.
After a few moments of caressing him I pulled my hands out of his pants, broke our kiss, pulled back and started to undress him. First I pulled his shirt from his trousers and unbuttoned it, pushing it with two hands over his shoulders then pulling it down over his arms and letting it drop onto the floor. Then I moved my attention to his waist and began to unbuckle his belt.
"Someone's in a hurry!" Warren whispered, and nibbled my ear as I undid his belt, unbuttoned his trousers and pulled down his zip.
He started to undress me, pulling my tee shirt out of my jeans then lifting my arms to drag it up and over my head. He moved his head towards my chest and began licking my nipples before taking one between his teeth and biting gently. The combination of slight pain and erotic pleasure was absolutely delicious. He undid my belt and the silver waist button of my jeans, then went down onto his knees to pull them down my legs. I was still wearing my trainers which he pulled off one after the other and threw behind him towards the front door. This came as a surprise – Warren had always been very precise and controlled in everything he did, and exceptionally tidy in how he placed his clothes, yet now he seemed as if he couldn't undress us quickly enough.
With my trainers off he lent into my crotch and rubbed his nose against my prick as he pulled my jeans over my feet. He continued to tease my cock with the tip of his nose as his hands explored the back of those black underpants, rubbing my buttocks through them then slipping his hands under the waistband and pulling them down so my bum was exposed.
He pulled away. "I think you may have left a stain of your own," he laughed as he inspected my groin, reaching out to circle the tip of my cock through the black material of Anthony's briefs where a huge wet patch had appeared. He pulled these forward and freed from the confines of the pants my dick sprang up into the air.
I was so hard that my foreskin was now totally retracted, and my cockhead had a copious covering of precum which was continuing to seep out of the end. Warren took his finger and began to massage this natural lubrication around the pee slit, then down and around the head and the groove behind the glans.
I couldn't help but let out a groan!
With his other hand Warren manoeuvred the pants down my leg and pulled them over my feet. I was now standing totally naked in front of him, my teenage erection pointing skywards and secreting long and sticky strands of seminal fluid. Warren put his nose next to my cock then started to rub the sticky fluid around his face – along his upper lip, below his nostrils. Then he opened his mouth and took my prick into it.
First he massaged it with his tongue, the tip of it working its way along the slit to take the precum like a bee might take nectar. Then he began swirling it round and round the top of my penis, employing the perfect amount of pressure based on decades of experience to take me to the very edge of ecstasy.
When I was just on the verge of shooting my load he opened his mouth and pulled back. Suddenly the wetness of my cock stopped being warm and instead I felt the much lower temperature of the air in the dark hallway. It cooled my ardour a little which was a very good thing.
Warren stood up, kicked off his shoes without unlacing them – another very un-Warren-like thing to do – and pulled his trousers and underpants off and threw them behind him.
He, of course, was by now rigidly erect – as elevated as I'd ever seen him – and was also dripping fluid from his cock. He pulled me towards him in a tight embrace and gave me a deep kiss. Our rampant dicks pressed together, both of them wet – his totally from seminal fluid, mine with precum enhanced by copious amounts of his saliva. We ground of middles together gently as we kissed and it didn't take long before I was back on the path that would inevitably build through increasing bliss to the explosion of orgasm. My breathing intensified as we gyrated our groins together, and I began to make groaning sounds deep down in my throat. I pulled Warred tightly towards me and knew I wasn't far from dumping my load.
But Warren pulled away. "No," he said. "Not yet."
He looked me in the eye. I took a deep breath – I so much wanted at that second to explode all over him. But I also wanted the moment endure for ever. I felt a tingling in my balls and a tightness deep inside me.
Leaving our clothes scattered around the hall Warren led me up the stairs to his bedroom. The curtains were open and by now the sun had started to stream in. It was much warmer up there than in the unlit hall which was on the shady side of the cottage.
"Lie on the bed, on your back," Warren told me in a gentle yet masterful way. "Bum almost on the edge."
I did as I was bidden, knowing I could trust Warren completely.
Warren knelt down at the bottom of the bed, and placed the back of my thighs onto his shoulders. Then he lifted slightly making my legs rise into the air and I felt them and my buttocks part a little.
"That comfortable?"
"Hmm" I replied.
Next I felt a wetness on the underside of my ball sack as Warren licked it with the tip of his tongue, making a low sound of pleasure as he did so. One after the other he worked his tongue around my balls, lifting them gently and moving onwards to the top of each of my legs. Then he returned to under my scrotum and continued to move onwards down my perineum, making the whole area between the two halves of my body wet through with his saliva.
Then he went further. With his tongue formed into a tight point he moved to my anus and ran the tip around and around my hole, occasionally dragging it across the opening. The feeling was exquisite! I had played with myself down there many times before – sometimes in the shower, other times lying on my back in bed where I'd lick my fingers until they were slick with my spit and then rub them around and up into my arse. I'd enjoyed that immensely, but it was as nothing when compared to the ministrations of Warren's tongue on that part of my anatomy.
I moved my hand onto my dick. It was as rigid as a ramrod and a thick strand of precum connected the slit in my cock to my belly button a couple of inches below. I used my thumb to distribute it around the head of my penis and as I massaged it in it was all I could do to keep myself in that heavenly zone just below ejaculation.
After several minutes of Warren working around my arse I felt him push a tad more firmly and the tip of his tongue slipped inside me. I gasped at the sensation and had to let go of my dick to stop myself from exploding.
Warren pulled out a little, then pushed in a bit further, then repeated this action a couple more times. Given the size of his tongue the progression backwards and forwards could only have been a few millimetres at a time, but such is the sensitivity of that part of me that it seemed much more.
Once he was in as far as he could go he tightened up his tongue muscles and began to ream around the inside of my arse. The feeling of him inside me was wonderful, and I pushed down as far as I could to get him in more deeply while at the same time constricting the muscles of my arse to grip him more securely. The slippery coating he'd planted inside me made these two actions a bit contradictory, and I merely succeeded in pushing him out of me.
"Phew!" gasped Warren. He let my legs down onto the floor at the bottom of the bed and moved onto the mattress beside me. "Time for a little breather!"
"That was wonderful."
He leant across and kissed me, each of our tongues exploring the other's. As we kissed I reflected that mere seconds ago Warren's had been up my bum! But instead of being grossed out by this it actually turned me on, as if it was just another step towards the intimacy of us sharing ourselves completely. I felt down to Warren's prick. It was hard and very wet. Clearly the pleasure of the last quarter of an hour hadn't just been a one way street.
"That's what we call `rimming'."
"Huh?"
"Licking someone's arsehole. Pushing you tongue up their arse."
I couldn't resist giggling at the naughtiness of it. The very idea that there was actually a name for it, and that this outwardly genteel old man – ex deputy headmaster, ex senior military officer – knew what that term was and was prepared to use it so nonchalantly!
Warren explained how he had no problem doing it to me then because we'd just been swimming. "An hour, totally naked, in a chlorine rich environment means you're ultra clean down there at the moment. But remember the practicalities of stuff like that if you're tempted to get carried away with someone. Otherwise you can get some unpleasant surprises."
He moved his hand down between my legs to where the whole area was wet with his spit. He ran his fingers under my balls and down beyond back to my anus. I felt one of his fingers at the entrance to my chute, and then immediate a bit of pressure and the finger entered me. I gasped – the single finger was thinner than his tongue, but it was more rigid and he pushed it in a little more quickly than he'd entered me a few minutes earlier, and with a bit more force. Then he suddenly withdrew very quickly.
"Arrgh!" I couldn't help giving a cry of pleasure as his finger slipped out and my arse closed behind it.
He put the finger into his mouth and made it very wet, then moved it back down to my anus. He inserted it again, then began moving it in and out. His palm was facing upwards, cupping my balls, and his finger was crooked slightly as he moved further into my anal tract.
All of a sudden I was hit with a spasm of pleasure which took me by surprise and I cried out loudly. It was as if my whole body was being taken to another plane. Warren stopped pushing further and began massaging around the spot he'd found. I was panting loudly at this new experience, and started to gyrate my buttocks a little to assist Warren in his task. My legs started trembling and I gasped for breath.
"That's your prostate," he said gently. "It's probably a far more sensitive part of you, from an erotic point of view, than your cock."
He kept massaging it, and I kept gyrating and moaning, and looking down I could see seminal fluid flooding from my cock. I reached out to touch it, but Warren took my hand and pushed it away.
"I think you deserve to come," he said. "But we're going to do that without either of us touching your cock any more."
He pushed me back down onto the bed and started rubbing the index finger of one hand around my nipples while gently massaging my newly located prostate with the long middle finger of his other hand. The combination of these two stimuli gave me the sensation that I was floating on a current of pure indulgence.
I didn't last long. Within a couple of minutes of this attention my penis began to buck up and down and then I had the strangest and most pleasurable orgasm I'd had in my life so far. Without any direct stimulation to my cock a tension built deep down inside me – somewhere that seemed midway between my penis and my anus, or at least it felt like that's where it came from – and then suddenly I exploded. But not in spurts like I normally did. This was a long and continual stream which must have gone on for ten seconds or so, almost as if I were pissing rather than ejaculating. The initial force of the orgasm was enough for the semen to reach my face, and then as it slowly subsided I hosed myself in spunk all the way down to my belly button before I eventually stopped orgasming. The amount of spunk I expelled was astonishing – it pretty much covered the whole of my front and began dripping its way down the sides of my belly onto the bedclothes.
Then I was spent. The stimulation and pleasure trip had exhausted me totally. Warren pulled his finger out of my arse very quickly which gave me a final thrill, and I felt a huge smile build across my face.
"Good, eh?"
"Fucking amazing."
Warren went up onto his knees, leaned over and with his tongue began mopping up the river of spunk I'd thrown onto my face, like a cat lapping at cream. He cleaned my forehead, the side of my nose, my upper lip and jaw, then forced his tongue between my lips. The taste of my semen filled my mouth and I put my hand behind his head and pulled him deeper into me.
He moved so that he was sitting above me, one leg on either side of my body and his bum hole resting on my wet, deflating penis. Then he scooped the huge puddle of my spunk that ran all the way down my torso up into his hand and began using it as lube to vigorously masturbate his rock-hard cock.
As he pumped away his whole body glided backwards and forwards, and I felt his anus sliding across my wet cock. I pushed myself a little higher towards him and began rocking in time with his movements, the beautiful sensation making my prick start to stiffen once again. Soon it was so hard that the tip was up underneath his balls and pushing strongly upwards.
Warren let go of his dick, took his hand that was by now frothy and white from using my spunk to wank his cock, scooped up the remaining semen from the puddle below my belly button, raised himself a little and reached behind himself to rub my spunk all around his arse. Then he found my dick, manoeuvred it until the tip was next to his anus and slowly sat down taking my cock into him.
I gasped. I'd never experienced anything like this. My cock was totally surrounded by a warm, slipperiness which gripped me with a perfect tightness – gentle enough to for my cock to slide up and down him, but at the same time firm enough to stimulate every nerve ending on my shaft.
Warren looked down on me and smiled. When our eyes met I sensed a genuine love in them and the feeling that promoted in my stomach was truly amazing. At that moment I thought I was going to melt. He kept lifting himself up rhythmically so that my cock almost came out of his arse, then let himself back down gently so that I filled him up again, right to my balls. As you might expect of someone who'd done this thousands of times before he understood the angle he needed to be at to allow the movement of my cock in his arse to be uninhibited, and leant slightly forward on his elbows to facilitate this. This meant his face was near mine, and he leant down a tad further and kissed me.
This was the most complete kiss imaginable, our lips and tongues turning into an extension of our sexual organs as we gently fucked. The beauty of the sensations were such that both of us were drooling, and our mouths became sloppy from each other's saliva which overflowed from our mouths to coat our chins.
Warren sat back, and started moving a little more quickly, at the same time panting a bit and making a low groan in his throat. "I'm not going to last much longer", he panted as he started to grind himself into me, his arse tightening around my cock.
Although I'd cum buckets only a few minutes previously I was now as hard as a ramrod again, and I could feel my dick swelling inside him. I started rocking vigorously to the same tempo as Warren and knew that I was also on the brink of orgasm.
Suddenly Warren stopped moving. He let out a loud, deep cry and his anus clamped tightly around my cock. Then he started to shoot. Rivers of semen. In a single stream, just like I'd done earlier. His cock bucked up and down as the spunk continued to pour out of him, covering my hair, face and neck. All the while he came he kept moaning, and the vibrations he made resonated down into my own belly.
Warren had stopped moving, but I continued my own thrusting for a few seconds until I felt myself explode inside him. The very idea that I was filling him up with my semen turned me on further and made me thrust in and out with great vigour. My emissions were lubricating his anus, which made my cock slide in and out more easily and even as I stopped ejaculating I kept pumping away, enjoying the sensation of his warm wet anus totally enveloping my cock.
And Warren was still cuming! The initial stream had finished, but as Warren sat atop me, and wiggled slightly so that my cock massaged his prostate, smaller rivulets of spunk would leak out of his cock, each one accompanied by a gasp of pleasure from the old man.
This must have gone on for a good couple of minutes before Warren shivered for the last time, looked down at me and smiled. My top half was was absolutely drenched with his semen – it was almost as if someone had poured a pint of cream all over me. He leaned forward and licked my face clean again – this time of his own spunk – and then kissed me. He laid his body down on top of mine – belly to belly – but somehow I managed to keep my cock inside him when he did this. We continued a passionate kiss, but rubbed our chests and our bellies together, sliding around on the pool of spunk.
I felt my cock begin to wilt, and then I slipped out of him, my cock suddenly feeling colder as I lost the warmth of his body.
We just lay there for several minutes. "And that's fucking," Warren eventually said.
"Fucking. Amazing", I responded.
We both laughed at my poor pun. Warren rolled off me, and we lay on our backs, each of us rubbing the other's stickiness with the palms of our hands.
"We were so clean just an hour ago", said Warren.
I leaned across and licked his belly, finding the remaining deposits of his, or my, spunk, then moved down his body to his cock, now flaccid against his belly. I knelt across him, facing the bottom of the bed, and began to lick his cock, his balls, and moved down between his legs which he opened by putting the soles of his feet together. The inside of his buttocks was sticky, and I licked each side. I lowered myself onto Warren, allowing my weight to rest on him, and moved my tongue towards his anus. As I did so it puckered a little, and a stream of my spunk seeped out of it. I couldn't resist sticking my tongue out further and licking some of it up.
Warren started massaging my back and my bum, and we lay like this for a while. I don't know what Warren was thinking about – sessions with other men down the years, perhaps? All I could think about was that a fortnight ago I'd been a virgin and had assumed I was going to stay that way until at least when I finished university. Since then I'd had so many different experiences and I'd enjoyed every one of them. And I knew there were more to come. I was content.
Smack!
Suddenly my arse was on fire.
Smack!
Warren had landed really hard – and I mean really hard – smacks, one on each of my buttocks. I hadn't felt such a sting on my bare arse for years – it would've been five or six years since I'd last had a bare arse spanking from my dad.
"Come on! Time to get clean and get you back to your digs!"
My hand reached round to my bum and started to rub. Now that the initial sting had gone the warmth and gentle pain that remained was actually quite nice and I felt myself start to stiffen a little. "What was that for?" I asked.
Warren moved my hand and started rubbing my arse himself. "You've got the most spankable of backsides," he said as he continued to rub around my cheeks. Then he moved his hand under and onto my dick which was by now at least half erect. "And it looks as if you might have enjoyed it." He gave my arse another couple of very light taps. "Come on! Shower!"