All good things need to end at some point and today being a holiday weekend may have made things less demanding, but I still had some things to do besides enjoying Julian. Ultimately we finally got around to showering half together. I soaped him up myself . . . everywhere - and I DO mean everywhere! Sure, it was just pure enjoyment as my fingers handled his fine naked physique in the shower as I wished. Julian was quickly covered with seductive white soap bubbles highlighting some of his finer youthful points including his now very erect and soapy _c_o_c_k_ and firm buns. But it was obvious Julian wasn't used to being around a man who took control as his _c_o_c_k_ exhibited clearly especially when my soapy fingers intruded between his buns. Dreams and fantasies were one thing, the real thing was far more enjoyable. Julian tensed and half cooed, but ultimately he finally gave in to his own personal pleasure and relaxed as I soaped him. OK, so it took a few slaps of my palm across his soapy buns to help him, but never mind.
Obedience and trust have to be learned and Julian was well on his way by now. He simply held me and made no attempt to hold back any part of his soapy, naked body away from me. Now things just seemed to be becoming perfectly natural for him. Ultimately, it would become even more so.
Good thing too, as I had been known to pull a guy out of a soapy shower on several past occasions and spank his bare buns right there in the bathroom with water dripping down off him and all over the floor and everywhere and even some soap suds flying here and there when my palm educated a boy's wet buns. The previous boy to need that was that thin naked one I mentioned earlier who had been also been spanked naked in the kitchen near the refrigerator. That thin one -- though he was modest and very shy -- had had an initial issue with my hands being anywhere they wandered to over his own bare body, and so, yes, he had been pulled out of this same shower and spanked right there to help him learn that lesson nice and quickly. It took time with that one and quite a few cracks across his own tight bare bottom. Ultimately he too finally learned to relax around a man who took control.
Julian, however, didn't need much training in this regard and quickly responded to any touch of my soapy fingers by moving even closer or "purring," I guess you'd call it. He had apparently been sincere when he talked about having been dreaming about this for a long time. Who really knows? One thing I knew for certain, though. Anytime my hand touched his buns at all, his _c_o_c_k_ stood up higher and higher.
Julian was coming back to being himself now as he talked away and laughed more and more frequently in the shower while I played with him. Actually, he was close to being very playful again as I toweled him off and let him towel off me as well. He only became a bit concerned and jerked when I took some Vaseline on my middle finger and lubed him up a bit "inside and out."
"What's that for?" he asked, almost sounding concerned, while my middle finger invaded his buns as his whole body stiffened.
Quickly jerking out my finger, my response was to slap his bare bottom sharply as I certainly felt no need to answer.
"Ouch! Ouuuu. That smarted. OK, OK, OK. I forgot, sorry." He replied. It had only taken one crack, and a light one at that, for Julian to remember himself and move his body up against me again quickly in compliance for whatever I had in mind.
Julian's head was on my shoulder, his arms holding me tightly, when my middle finger, covered with a new glob of grease again made its way gently but carefully once more deep between his now more relaxed buns and far up his tight cherry. The young man had all the signs of being a nice virgin. He felt good, very good, but he could not contain himself from a bit of wiggling now.
He held me more firmly, his face against mine, his eyes tightly shut, but I kept my finger there, claiming his young body firmly until he eventually calmed and adjusted to my finger there and to the fact that someone else was now clearly in charge and that someone would decide what he needed or would get anytime. A boy has to be taught this, but some adapt more easily than others. Julian initial reaction made it necessary for me to keep my greased middle finger far in there with my palm flat against his bare ass much longer than I would have otherwise. Checking a boy out is normal but on some occasions, especially initially, it's important to take your time to make sure he really has adjusted to your being in charge of him, ALL of him. If not, the paddle needs to be brought into play, as that other thin young man from the kitchen had needed when he was himself at exactly this same point and unable to remain completely still.
That other boy had felt the sting of my hand slapping across his own wet bottom and been spanked right here. He had learned the hard way that the bathroom could also be a perfectly good room for spanking a boy who needed it there. That young one had. Actually he had gotten it on more than one occasion causing these same bathroom walls to echo from the slaps of my hand right on his own bare wet buns as those whimpers and quiet sobs he needed to get out filled the room. Then, though, I had been forced to take him back into the outside bed room for a longer and more effective one.
Every boy is different. That boy had gotten it there. Julian, on the other hand seemed almost passionate in his quiet submission to my hand on his own bare, wet body. That is always a good sign this early on.
Anyway, nothing wrong with lubing up a young man good the first thing in the morning just for the heck of it. Many men I know all over the world do and it's good for the boy. With Julian, I made a mental note to make it more of a practice during his own training. Why not, after all? He was now completely ready for whatever he needed this day.
Anyway, when I finished, I then turned him over my knees as I sat on the edge of the bathtub. This time Julian did not hesitate a moment as I pulled him down pulled him over my knees, even though he had no idea what I was going to do. I did not spank him, though. Instead I re-applied the healing balm thickly and thoroughly over where I had already spanked his buns near his thighs. His bare bottom glistened from the balm as well as from the Vaseline inserted a moment earlier. I soothed him quietly there over my knees like that until I got him to my liking. Then led him out naked into the sun-filled bedroom loft and hugged him tightly. Julian was not talking much now, but that too was a sign of a young man coming to grips with the fact that his bare body was now in the hands of a man. It would stay there. A boy does not need to talk much after all. His naked body exhibits it all. No question, Julian was super and going to be very fine. His smile was broad; his _c_o_c_k_ was as hard as a rock.
But it was late now and I too had things to do beside just tending to Julian. I began to get dressed in shorts and a Polo for my own day.
Julian, however, wanted to just slip into his "pull-up's," those casual drawstring, deep royal blue one's he had worn before. I knew why he preferred them right now, of course, so, sure, let him wear them loose. Why not? There were so loose it would only take an ever so gentle tug on that white drawstring at his waist and Julian could be naked and completely bare in a split second anyway. Gravity could handle that and my hand could do the rest.
By the time Julian had retrieved his pull-up's naked and had begun slipping into them to cover himself a few minutes later, I had already made it down into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee perking. In spite of his morning (or maybe because of it?) Julian soon entered the kitchen barefoot and all smiles -- and as handsome as ever in just his loose pull ups showing his stomach and chest definition attractively if not exotically. Actually, Julian seemed more so than just attractive and handsome to me. He just stood there and smiled. Somehow Julian managed to radiate a comfortableness and happiness this morning that only he seemed able to pull off. It was as if he had been around here for years. As if I had known him for years, he was perfectly at easy and comfortable to face a day at the beach with the sun shining outside.
Still, I will admit it. Adding to his manner was that he stood there wearing absolutely nothing except those draw stringed "pull-up's." And for someone who was clearly shy and modest, he wore them so low hung on his bare waist that the tops of his pubic hairs were showing. The boy's hairless and well-developed chest that tapered to his thin waist, his nicely defined stomach muscles, it was all openly there boldly for anyone to feast their eyes on. Still, as attractive as he looked at that point, there was even more.
The muscular indentations that began on the side of his hips, you know, at the top of his hip bones and outlining them, were clearly visible in a way that compelled my eyes seductively to follow that physique of his bare body down to his barely covered crotch. Obviously semi-erect it was that which attracted the most notice. Julian was attractive to my eyes, no question about it, but it was even more so his personality and whole manner that was what really made Julian special.
I watched him come into the kitchen like that. A color photo of him just then could have sold a million of those pull-ups in any glossy magazine in the world. His broad smile with those pure white teeth and cheerful eyes just reflected the playful Julian who had appeared to the side of my back porch yesterday morning.
Julian seemed to know just how to wear almost anything on his body to show it in its most attractive, exotic, even erotic, light. And he certainly had done so at this point! He had to have known how utterly good looking he was in his own special East Coast US preppy way, but dressed like this with those casual pants loosely hanging so low on his hips that they could fall off at any moment, for sure, Julian looked even better. Hard to do justice in describing them on him; but this morning they really did look like they would fall off him momentarily and leave him standing there in the kitchen sporting only a friendly smile. He was attractive! Even radiant.
And I had the feeling he wouldn't much care if they fell off either. Regardless, that cotton material was still managing to hold its own around his hips as he walked over to me as soon as I told him to.
Julian got very close, though he looked slightly unsure as to why I might be calling him to me this time? It was very tempting to tug that strings and give them a hand at falling, but instead I pulled him towards me, took him into my arms and only stood there holding him tightly for the longest time. As soon as my hand strayed to pat his bottom, his _c_o_c_k_ shot up firmly. Nothing wrong with this young man in any department. No, nothing wrong at all.
Yes, it was nice to have him around unexpectedly!
But, OK, I'll admit it. Ultimately I could not resist and I slipped my hand under the back of his pull-ups causing them to loosen naturally and fall to a clump of white cotton material at his feet. Julian was left standing there in all his glory. He simply moved his naked body closer tight against me as we stood there together in the kitchen holding each other for the longest time. Sure he felt good in my hands while his _c_o_c_k_, again proving his always eagerness, held firm as he stood naked against me, again offering to himself in open submission and obedience.
"I sure hope you're happy with me, Sir," he said after the longest while of pure uninterrupted silence. "Cause I am sure real happy to be here." Then his face and eyes lit up very brightly and he smiled playfully from ear to ear, "Does your boy need to feel your hand, Sir? Is my ass gonna' get a spanking from you, Cal?"
He was in fact smiling so widely, again in my arms now, with his solid and firm bare body up tight against mine. How could I possibly be anything but happy with a boy like this? The feel of his body was far beyond a good dream. I smiled at him. No question I would spank him anytime I wanted to or sensed he needed attention across those firm buns.
He seemed anxious for me to speak, but I took my own time.
"I mean men spank boys all the time don't they?" His smile could not have gotten any wider. "I'll bet I'm gonna' get a lot from you."
This was not the time to laugh at him. Instead I hugged him much more tightly, grabbed under and around his hips and tightly grasped his right bun in my hand causing Julian to gasp and jerk even closer against my body.
But then I just spoke simply, "Yes, my boy. Spankings are now part of your life. You'll not be forgotten down here."
We just stood there like that. I just patted his bare buns. Julian was naked in my arms in the kitchen with his pull-ups down at his ankles. He doesn't decide these things and I don't spank him just because he's purring and thinks he wants one. I decide. In my hands his ass felt firm yet fleshy, good in all those positive ways. He would soon be ready for his new lifestyle.
When I finally did brake apart, Julian pulled up those casuals, seemingly unconcerned, tied them in a way that still allowed them to dip as low on his trunk as they had before, and walking over to the sink, washed his hands and began working on the bacon and eggs as if he'd been doing things like this every day of his life. Fine with me. I set the table and poured us both a mug of coffee. Breakfast was good. The conversation proved enticing. I'd turned on the stereo music again after changing the CD. It was playing softly with the music floating into the kitchen while we sat at the table there now. And, for sure, Julian was back to his normal smiling and free spirited self. He seemed to not have a single care in the world. Not one at all. But did he really understand all of this? I still wasn't so sure.
Nevertheless, there was no question that at some points he was now very, very carefully choosing his words, as well as listening to my own words, equally very, very carefully. That was exactly as it should be. The young man was learning. Julian was in training.
After breakfast, or rather lunch or brunch or whatever you'd call it at that late hour, I didn't have to say anything at all before he got up on his own and began clearing dishes and cleaning up. It seemed very natural for him. OK, leaving him alone, I took a walk down the beach to pick up a morning paper. On my return back I met some old friend and probably got back a bit later than I thought I would. Still, when I did walk back in the place, there was Julian, curled up on the couch sound asleep. Those "pull-ups" he had on were even more low slung on his naked body with his knees curled up now that way. About half his ass was now bare and showing in the wind like that. Anyone who had looked in the screen door would have known for sure that there on the couch napped a very attractive young man. But they would also have known that this same young man had recently been spanked for something he had to have done. And that this young man had been obviously well spanked too! His buns were nicely rosy as he napped oblivious to anyone who might have looked in. He obviously had not a single care in the world right now.
to be continued