For the purposes of this story I'll call myself Wayne. I'm 45 years old and am considered a good-looking man. Physically, I'm 6 feet tall and weigh in at a beefy 200lbs, with strong legs (I run), and a nice chest with broad shoulders. My eyes are blue, and I have a nice smile. Oh, and my friends tell me I have a nice butt. It's high, tight, and smooth. For a 45 year old guy, I have to say that the running and my natural athleticism has paid off with a good, strong yet not flabby rear. While my butt is smooth, I have a nice smattering of hair on my chest which trails down my stomach to a nice full bush hovering above a circumcised dick of about 4" soft and 7" hard. My legs are kind of hairy in the way dirty blondes (like me) have hair: it's light and barely noticeable unless you get up close.
My story begins a little over a year ago in the summer of 2004. I play baseball in a local amateur league. Our team is called Buckshot, and in years past the Buckshot "boys" as we were known did quite well. We won several championships and were the envy of the league. We had it all, pitching, offense, and good defensive skills. Not to toot my own horn, but I was the best cleanup hitter the Buckshot boys ever had, batting close to .400 in the 4th slot. I also did outstanding in my defensive role at third. Hey, I'm a jock, what can I say?
Late in the summer I made the mistake of rounding the bases a little too aggressively and turned my ankle at second. Instant pain! For most of the season I could tell that my 45 year old knees were getting tired, but I never expected to succumb to an ordinary ankle injury. I was pretty sure it was just a sprain, but it hurt like hell. I hoped my season wouldn't get cut short since we were still trying to get to the playoffs.
My best friend Dave who is also our team manager came running out to check on me as I lay writhing on the ground grabbing my ankle. Dave is 34, and is built like a tank. He's around 5'8" and weighs around 185lbs. It's not flab, he's got muscles growing on his muscles, and is a hairy Italian kind of guy. Though Dave is more than 12 years my junior, I looked up to and admired his skills at managing our team of over-the-hill (40+ years) guys.
"Wayne, buddy, what's wrong? How bad is it?"
"The fucking bag must have moved when I stepped on it, and fucked up my right ankle."
"Let's get you back to the dugout. It's the bottom of the ninth and you're done for the game anyway. We'll let Jerry pinch run for you."
At this point, another of my teammates came out to help Dave support me while I hobbled off the field. I was feeling pretty low when I got there, and collapsed onto the bench with a sigh. I figured my season playing ball was over. I watched the final out of the game, and Jerry trotted home with a fly ball to right field. The Buckshot Boys won again, 3-2.
After the game, Dave came up to me and said "Wayne, we need to get you home. Can you drive?"
"I don't think I can, my foot can't bear any weight."
"Ok, I'll drive you in my car, and Jerry can follow us in your car."
Dave and Jerry helped me into the car, and Jerry followed Dave as he drove me home to my small apartment in Atlanta. They both helped me up to my 2nd floor abode, and onto the sofa in the living room. My ankle had stiffened up a lot during the ride home, and I was noticeably more lame now than I was earlier..
"Do you think you need to go the hospital, Wayne? Maybe you need an x-ray"
"Nah, I can tell this is a strain, it'll just need some time and a good soaking in the tub."
With that, Jerry said to Dave, "I need to meet my wife for dinner, so I'll just walk home since I live nearby." He got up and left, leaving Dave and me alone in the living room.
After Jerry had left, Dave asked me if I needed him to stay. I tried to get him to leave, preferring to suffer in my pain alone. Plus I was all sweaty from the game and just needed some time to recoup and get clean and take some Alleve for the pain.
"Go ahead and go, I can take care of myself." Dave wasn't having anything of that, though.
"No, Wayne buddy let's get you up and into the tub."
I didn't much like the idea of being babied, but one press of my foot onto the floor told me that I'd have to endure Dave's ministrations-at least for tonight. Dave supported me as I limped into the bedroom, easing me down to my bed. I lay back on the pillow and Dave removed my cleats and socks. Painful, but it felt better already. I sat up and stripped off my jersey and undershirt.
I'm not a shy guy, but here I was half naked in my bedroom while my best friend was watching me strip. Yeah, I know it's a lot of guys' fantasy to have their coach help them out in this way, but in truth I hadn't been expecting Dave to be the "coach" here. Dave was a good looking enough guy, but he was much younger than me and it just seemed strange to have this young guy taking care of me like this.
I lay back on the bed and unsnapped my pants and lifted my butt off the bed dragging my pants to my knees. Dave (!) reached down and grasping both sides of my pants lifted and tugged them while simultaneously raising my beefy legs into the air. I was startled to find myself staring upwards at Dave's grinning face with my jock-covered butt completely exposed to his view. I blushed knowing that Dave was getting a good look at my hairy butthole.
"C'mon Dave, I don't need to be diapered or anything," I chuckled. I was more than a little nervous about this scene, and I started to feel warm.
"Oh yeah? You look kind of helpless there Wayne." Dave then pulled my pants from my ankles and let my legs ease back down to the bed. I found myself blushing again as I lay there in my jockstrap under Dave's grinning gaze. Like I said, this isn't exactly how this fantasy played out in my mind-at least not with Dave. But, I started to get a little excited if you know what I mean.
"Man you stink. Hang on while I run a tub for you, I don't think you can stand up for a shower."
"Ok." I lay there listening as Dave went to the bathroom and started the tub. My mind was racing as I lay there in my jock, and my dick started to harden. I reached down and adjusted my cock. "I gotta get a grip here and settle down, or Dave will think I'm coming on to him."
"Ok, buddy let's get you into that tub. Get that jockstrap off, and I'll help you into the bathroom."
I was sure I was blushing right down from my head to my shoulders as I lifted up and peeled my jock down my thighs and down. I was now naked and shaking a little as Dave came over and bent down to take my jock from my ankles.
"Man you sure looked wiped out, that dick of yours looks a little plump there, too, my friend. Now that I have you naked, I may just take advantage of this here situation." Dave chuckled when he said this, but there was something about the way he said it that made my head spin. Inwardly I sort of gulped and began to get even more turned on, my mind was saying "no" this can't be happening, but my cock was betraying me. Right there on the bed, I sprang into a full-fledged boner, and Dave started laughing out loud.
"Wayne-boy, you are a slut. That honking boner of yours says a lot. Get your ass into that tub, I have some plans for you later." I was just petrified at that moment. My dick was pointing straight up to my chin as I got to my feet, and I felt kind of weak in the knees. Dave gave my butt a slap with his hand. I felt that slap, and my boner got a bit harder if you can believe it. Boned up... naked... with my young coach and friend, guiding my limping body to the tub with my arm around his shoulders. I blushed more deeply, this was getting too much. I looked over at the bedroom mirror, and I felt even more ridiculous as my reflection showed a very red face and my cock bouncing along with every step.
"Dave, I think I'll be able to manage, why don't you just help me into the tub, and I'll take care of the rest." I said this, but as I said it I sort of realized that I didn't really want Dave to abandon me right then. Funny how you get all sexy and your mind goes crazy with things, but this whole situation had my motor running hard. I know it sounds nuts, but I needed Dave to help me out... baby me... take charge of me, treat me like a ... I can't put it into words. Dave called me a slut... that's not right either. I was feeling mostly like a boy now, and I sagged a bit towards him, leaning my 200lb frame against his 185lbs. I felt lost and embarrassed and sexy and wanted to do things. Crazy shit.
Dave slapped my butt again ... twice, once to each cheek. These were harder slaps, and there was a momentary sting. My butt clenched, and I could feel the warm and humid air of the bathroom make the fine hair on my ass stand up a little. Goose flesh appeared on my arms and legs, and I shivered a bit. My cock bobbed and started to leak a bit as Dave caressed my ass. I don't think I could have been more embarrassed or sexed up at that moment. My butt tingled, my cock was leaking, and my buddy was playing with my ass!
"Man that butt seems to like my hand slapping it. Look at your dick, man!"
I didn't have to look down. That hard pulsating cock of mine was all too clear in my mind, additional visual confirmation wasn't necessary. I sighed and said, "It has a mind of its own, and your hand on my ass isn't helping it." "Ta .. ta ... take it way.. stop it," I stuttered.
SLAP
Dave's hand came crashing down on my butt, hard. "YOW, what the fuck man!"
SLAP
"No way you're spanking my ass!" I really felt these. For an instant I had the urge to either fight Dave off or run away. I couldn't run with my ankle, and ... this is the weird part ... I didn't want to fight him. There was a kind of confidence about Dave; he was taking charge of me.
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP-three more hard slaps right across my butt cheeks. These were the hardest ones yet. I couldn't understand why these hurt so much; I play ball and am a good athlete with a muscular ass. Maybe there are nerve endings down there I hadn't tested yet.
"Get in the tub, Wayne, or I'll slap that big jock butt of yours till you won't be able to sit for a week!"
I felt humiliated, and humbled as I gingerly eased into the tub. My dick was still hard, and rose out of the water betraying how much I was turned on. Those slaps from Dave were hard, and my butt tingled a lot more. I looked up at Dave and told him that I could finish this by myself. Inwardly, I wanted to grab my cock and beat off. This sexy feeling and being naked and hard was just too much. I couldn't beat off in front of Dave, though.
"Get the hell out of here!" I yelled.
"What did you say?"
SLAP!
I recoiled from his backhanded slap to my face.
"We need to work on that attitude Wayne! Get on your goddamn hands and knees!"
What? I'm in the tub, naked and hard, and my face is stinging from that slap. I'm angry and blushing and sexed up, and ... and... I'm doing what he orders me to do! I wince as I roll over in the tub. My big body is really too big for this tub, and I feel the water cascading from my back and my ass as I lifted up, and turned shivering onto my hands and knees. I can feel the warm water in the tub surrounding my erect cock. The hair on my legs and my pubes waves slowly in the water. My ass is exposed and damp. I start to shake a bit more. I look over at Dave. He's got this smirk on his face. I'm dying from the shame of this, but so sexed up I can't help but do this. He nods his head like he knows what I'm thinking. I see him reach for the washrag and soap, and I start to shake more as he lathers up the rag and begins to gently wash my jock ass.
This can't be happening! My dick is bobbing in the water now as his hand slides into my crack and washes me there. I submissively hunker down onto my elbows and spread my legs a bit farther apart. I know he can see my hole. My fucking hairy hole is right there, and he's washing it.
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
My ass cringes and I spring back onto my hands. "Da.. da... don't do that."
SLAP SLAP
"You pussy ... you big old slut. I'll whip your butthole if you say another word."
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP,SLAP. My butt cheeks were stinging, and I just knelt there while Dave delivered a stinging set of at least 50 hard hand slaps to my naked wet ass. My butt was quivering after the 10th hard slap, I just heaved and shook kneeling in my fucking bathtub as Dave delivered slaps to my nude rump. I started to bob up and down a little, letting the water caress my dripping cock.
"You're just a boy who needs to have someone discipline you, aren't you, Wayne."
I needed this! I needed for coach Dave to spank my naughty bigboy butt and put me in my place. I was so fucking hot and embarrassed and shocked at my own behavior then. I arched my back presenting my butt in all its glory to coach. He was really giving it to me then.
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP. The spanking was going on and on. My ass was on fire, and I was letting it all happen. The pain was secondary as an incredible feeling of lust took over. I bobbed more and more into and out of the water letting the cascading flows wash over my hard cock.
"Yeah, man. Do what you want." I so needed this, I needed for this guy to take charge of my body and do things with it. Spank it, whatever. My cock told me this was right, and I got jolts of electric delight whenever Dave's hand swatted my ass. I was just a boy to him, a big 45 year old boy getting spanked. It hurt and didn't hurt, I couldn't explain it then and can't really now.
SLAP! SLAP! Dave paused after two vicious slaps to my cheeks.
"Let's get you looking like a boy. Get outta that tub and lie down on the floor."
Despite my fears of what Dave was going to do, I eased my body over the side of the tub, and rolled over onto my back on the bath mat. Fully erect, nipples hard, with a sore ass.
"Wha... what are you going to do?" I lay there staring up at Dave who went to the cabinet and retrieved my razor and some shaving cream.
"I'm going to shave your chest, your pits, your balls, your dick, your ass, your ass crack, and YOU, BOY are going to shave your legs." I shuddered when I heard this. I couldn't let this continue, it was too much. What would the rest of the team think?
"NO, Dave c'mon I can't look like that. I go to the gym, and you can't take away this fuzz or they'll think I'm a freak. NO, NO, NO!" I really couldn't lose my body hair, I had enough so that it would look really different and people would notice the contrast: Hairy Wayne vs. Shorn Wayne. I couldn't let this happen! I could feel a hot burning in my eyes and knew I was tearing up. My manfur was going to be history. My dick started to wilt and I tried to stand up to get away from the demon barber Dave.
SLAP, SLAP... another two slaps to my face. I fell back onto the rug, and a single tear trailed down my face as Dave took my arms and raised them above my head. I closed my eyes, and heard the sound of shaving cream being dispensed and felt the coolness of it as it found its way to my armpits and chest. I was shaking like a leaf, when I felt the razor scraping down my pits and chest. Dave would pause and rinse the razor in the bathwater, and continue. With each stroke I was feeling more and more submissive. My cock started to harden again, and I knew I needed this to happen. This big old jock was getting taken down. I was going to be pussyboy smooth like I hadn't been for more than 30 years. My dick was hard, as Dave manhandled it to get to my balls and bush. I could feel cool air on skin that hadn't been exposed in a long time. My balls were tingling and my cock was leaking. I felt a rush... like I was falling, like I had been subdued during a brutal wrestling match. Fantasies filled my head. I think I moaned "Dave, you're stripping me, man. I don't have much left."
"Lift your legs and grab onto your ankles. Roll back, so I can get to your buttcrack." I came back a little into reality and did as Dave asked. I exposed my hairy butthole to him and looked up as he went to work clearing the forest of hair that grew there. I craned my neck and tried to see what was happening down there. Dave finished up, and toweled my crack. My hairy legs were still drawn back toward my shoulders and I tried desperately to see what my butt looked like. Dave reached for the counter and took a hand mirror pointing it towards my butt so that I could see my hole. I was totally bare down there! A little brown pucker shaped like an S was winking a bit, gaping open and shut. I blushed a deep red, and stared at my nude torso and my bald dick. I was hard and leaking, and totally bereft of my manly hair. I shook and rocked a bit, feeling exposed like I never had before. Dave picked up a bathbrush.
"Keep holding those legs up, Boy. Your going to get a spanking with this brush on your naked bottom." I closed my eyes, and a feeling of helplessness overwhelmed me. I cringed when the bathbrush first connected lightly with my bottom. I was exposed, lusting, and panting. The blows began gently, but built in intensity.
WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. A terrible pain began to overwhelm my senses. It was physical yes, but it was also a psychological one. Something in me had broken, and my macho exterior was stripped bare. The blows were coming faster now, and I knew my butt couldn't handle much more. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. On and on it went, Dave wailing on my butt, and me just lying there taking it.
My ass! That brush was killing me!
WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK.
Dave forged ahead, oblivious to me cries. I thrashed about on the rug. Dave held my feet together with one hand while his other held the bathbrush assaulting my nude rump. I was upended in a diaper position, my arms flailing as my head thrashed from side to side.
WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK
The cascading blows to my aching ass stopped. Dave was grinning down at me, and my hairy legs were still gripped by his hand. I stared back through eyes brimming with tears, and realized that I was still rock hard. My shorn ass ached, my mind was going a mile a minute, and I struggled to say something.
Dave didn't wait for me to respond. He lowered my legs, and I gasped as my hot ass fell back onto the rug. Dave pointed to the razor. "Get the hair off your legs, NOW pussy. I'll be waiting in the bedroom. Crawl out on your belly, gimp."
I lay there and reached for my hard, hairless dick and stroked it up and down a few times. I was a big old jock stroking my little boy dick after getting my butt spanked. I wanted more. I reached for the razor and completed the shaving job. As the hair from my legs disappeared, the muscular definition became more obvious to me. I was smooth now, just a 45 year-old spanked jock sitting in my bathroom stripped of his manly hair. I was hot. This sexy feeling was taking over again. I grabbed the hand mirror again and lifted my legs so I could see my ass. It was red, in places there were deeper red marks and what I knew was a budding black and blue mark. My asshole winked at me. I reached for my cock and stroked it. So depraved, so sexy, so right. Jerking my cock, I reached toward my winking orifice, and lightly stroked it. This is insane!
I turned onto my stomach and felt my hard cock against the rug. I needed more of this, crazy as it sounds, I needed Dave to finish what he had started. I crawled on my belly into the bedroom keeping my dick pressed tightly to the carpet. So sexy, so wrong, so right.
To be continued... someday!
Author: Brother Lalo. Email: lalo456987@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, places, events, or organizations is purely coincidental.