My First Affair


by Kenneigh <Kenneigh@hotmail.com>

My first gay spanking and _s_e_x_ual experience happened a few years ago when I hitched a ride home from college. My car had died the previous night and I decided to try to thumb my way home for the weekend, about 90 miles from campus.

I was in my sophomore year, a psychology major, 18, and in decent shape - 5' 8" and 135 - light brown hair and gray eyes. Since going away to school, I had been feeling persistent stirrings of _s_e_x_ual attraction to males. But I hadn't yet acted on those emerging impulses.

Well, I wasn't on Highway 50 more than 10 minutes that late afternoon when a silver Acura stopped and I jumped in the passenger seat with my overnight bag.

Where are you headed?" asked the guy, who appeared about 30, muscular build, maybe six feet tall, one-eighty, dark moustache, in a red polo shirt and jeans.

Millville," I replied. "Uh, I'm Eric."

"I'm Mike . . . I can take you about 30 miles up the pike."

He seemed OK, friendly, but after a few miles he began asking some personal questions.

"I bet a good looking' guy like you gets more ass then he can handle, huh?"

"Oh, I wouldn't say that, but I get my share," I fibbed.

"How 'bout a drink, Eric? I've got some good peach brandy here."

I began to feel somewhat uneasy, but since it was now almost dark, I feared I might have trouble getting another ride if I declined to drink or asked to get out.

He opened a pint bottle of Old Mr. Boston, took a swig then handed the bottle to me. I took a big gulp of the sweet liqueur.

"Go ahead, Eric have some more."

Two more swallows and I began to feel warm and relaxed.

As he drove, he suddenly patted my left thigh with his right hand.

"You ever get it on with a guy, Eric? I mean, really experience it in the raw?"

His hand stroked up my jeans, stopping just below my crotch, and back to my knee. I took another swallow of the brandy and tried to act relaxed and in control.

"No, no, I'm not into that." He slowed as we approached an intersection, then hung a left onto a narrow two-lane road. His hand slid up to my crotch and lightly caressed my genital area, up and down. Things were now happening so fast that I barely noticed that I was becoming aroused as my penis beneath my jeans and briefs stirred to his touch.

About a half-mile down the tree-lined road, he slowed as we approached a small bungalow, and he pulled into the driveway. Stopping the car, he leaned over and began to work his left hand over my thighs as his right hand continued to rub the bulge in my crotch.

He smiled as I arched my back then pulled me to him as I started to move away. I wouldn't say I was panicked at this point, but I definitely felt myself losing control as the brandy began to relax my inhibitions.

"Now, come on Eric, don't tell me you're not gettin' a hard-on," he murmured in my ear, as he continued to massage me. "Let's take a look at that _d_i_c_k_ 'o yours, I bet you got a big ol' wang."

Before I could protest, he unsnapped and unzipped my jeans and plunged his hand into my pale blue low rise briefs. Then he pulled the front of them down with his free hand, exposing my slender five-inch penis, which was now almost at attention. No man had ever bared me like that and I felt a blush of embarrassment.

"Well," he whispered, "looks like you are gettin' excited, aren't you, Eric?"

"Ah-h-h," I think maybe we should stop now, Mike."

"What? Hey, what's the matter, you don't like me, Eric? After me being so good about givin' you a ride and all?"

Droplets of pre-cum emerged from the tip of my swollen _c_o_c_k_ head as his fingers gently squeezed and kneaded my hot shaft. His other hand pulled the front of my briefs farther down to reveal my small, hairless balls, which he gently fondled, first one, then the other.

By now I was giving way to arousal and my resistance ebbed as Mike expertly massaged my bare penis and balls. As I reclined on the seat I could feel the sweet milk flowing within me.

"Oh . . . oh . . . OH!" I gasped as he traced his finger past my balls to my moist anus. As he pulled on my _c_o_c_k_ his finger entered my asshole, lightly probing its tightness.

Suddenly, he stopped and pulled me upright by my sport shirt collar.

"God-_d_a_m_n_, boy, don't you know better than to hitchhike and let a stranger queer you up? Man, you could get really _f_u_c_k_ed up -- and I bet your parents wouldn't like it one bit now would they if they knew you took such risks!"

I was shocked to say the least by Mike's sudden apparent mood change, and I know my face flushed as I sat in his grasp with my naked hard-on still oozing pre-cum.

Then without warning Mike pushed me across the seat to the passenger side door, gripped my arm and, in his grasp with my jeans and briefs still down at my upper thighs, he forced me from the vehicle. He hustled me up the walkway to the darkened house, turned the doorknob and pulled me in behind him. With one hand he switched on a living room lamp then hustled me over to a couch and pushed me face-down onto it, my girlish white little behind showing above my lowered briefs and primed for a spanking.

"I always like to give boys like you a good lickin' when they do stupid things - like hitchin' rides - and I like nothin' better than to spank their tight little bare asses until they burn."

For the first time, I felt fear, but I was also sensually aroused. As Mike pressed me firm to the couch he pulled my shirt up to my armpits, baring my silky smooth back. Then he jerked my beltless jeans and briefs to my knees.

"N-no!" I cried, as he moved astride my calves, pinning me down with his hand in the small of my back. He swiftly brought his other hand palm down upon my naked behind with a stinging smack. SPANK! - SPANK! - SPANK!

"Ow-w-w!" I shrieked as he spanked each of my pale adolescent buttocks. I began to sniffle then sob as he his hand increased its speed and force, raining slap after slap upon my jiggling, reddening cheeks and ass crack which he splayed with his free hand.

Then, as abruptly as he'd started, he stopped the spanking.

As I blubbered beneath him, he lightly ran his fingers down my back to my sweaty anal cleft, sliding them to my puckered brown anus. Parting my buttocks, he inserted a moistened finger into my hole and sunk it in - all the way to my prostate -- which he expertly located and massaged with his finger tip.

Now, my hard-on, which had only slightly subsided during the spanking, stirred again, as his other hand caressed and fondled my bare behind.

As my erection grew beneath me, Mike lowered his face to my bottom and lightly licked my lower back down to my butt crack. Next, he licked my red buns one at a time, his saliva painting them shiny. Then, as I lay face down in his loosening grip, he slowly slithered his tongue down, into my anal crack, thrusting until it reached my anus. I gasped as his tongue pushed into my opening, licking my hole, his spittle lubricating the rim.

I could feel again the cum welling within my scrotum and knew that I would soon shoot my load.

Soon I was completely under the spell of his ministrations and succumbed completely when he thrust a hand beneath my belly, encircling my hard penis with his fingers and rubbing the shaft, while his tongue tantalizingly probed my rectum in slow, rhythmic thrusts.

As Mike seemed to perceive my imminent ejaculation, he stopped licking my anus and ceased massaging my _d_i_c_k_. But I continued to press my groin into the couch, seeking my orgasmic release. Mike turned me firmly but gently over onto my back, revealing my red and swollen penis, its glans shiny with pre-cum and my tight little balls straining beneath.

He slowly pulled my jeans and sweat-soaked little briefs down my legs to my ankles. He removed my Nikes and socks then slid my jeans and briefs off onto the floor where they were joined by my shirt which Mike pulled over my head. I felt so vulnerable at this point, and at his mercy, especially since I was now completely nude and he was fully clothed.

Mike knelt on the floor beside my slim naked body. A surge of ecstasy shot through me as he sucked my erect nipples and licked down my belly, tonguing my navel then descending into my soft curly public hair. Again his fingers encircled my penis, slowly, knowingly masturbating me. I could feel my creamy jism flowing as Mike licked my _c_o_c_k_ head, flicking the tip of his tongue into my pee hole and sending a searing sensation through my _c_o_c_k_ to my balls. His fingers released my _c_o_c_k_ as he sucked it into his moist mouth all the way back to his throat, where his tongue laved the underside of my shaft.

"M-m-m-m" I moaned as he slid a finger into my wet sticky anus, slowly corkscrewing it deeper into my asshole.

I exploded then with incredible power, spurting stream after stream of my milky semen into Mike's mouth as he swallowed each spasm. After coming for what seemed like forever, I thrust my _c_o_c_k_ as far into Mike's mouth as far it would go to empty my testicles of my sweet dream juice. Meanwhile, Mike's finger was still up my anus applying steady pressure to my prostate, extending my orgasm beyond any I had ever experienced.

Afterward, I settled back into the couch as Mike licked my penis to another erection and tenderly sucked in each of my hard balls, rolling his tongue lovingly around each testicle.

"Let me know when you're going to shoot," Mike said. "I want to see your cum right when it spurts out of your _d_i_c_k_."

Within minutes I signaled Mike, gasping, "Yes - yes - it's c-coming now!"

I shot a load of ejaculate onto Mike's face, then emptied my cream in his mouth.

Afterward, I eased into a refractory repose, moaning softly as Mike embraced, kissed and hugged me.

Mike and I slept together that night, and I returned some of his favors, sucking him off twice after helping him strip his shirt, jeans and boxers from his stocky, muscular body. We fell asleep in each other's embrace, then made long and gentle love again in the morning, when I experienced my first anal intercourse. Needless to say, I never made it home that weekend.

During my remaining years at the college we frequently met at Mike's house for lovemaking and companionship. We've since drifted apart -- I've found a new boyfriend -- but I've never forgotten the hitchhiking-spanking episode that to this day still remains in my memory as the most intense _s_e_x_ I've yet experienced.


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