I took my time reading the paper and enjoying the early afternoon. I had no idea why Julian had been so tired and ultimately fallen asleep on the couch, but it did not much matter. I left him there sleeping.
About an hour later I again peeked in the screen door. The sheet had almost completely slipped off him by now and his pull-up were so low his buns were now fully visible from the screen door. Strangely the sheet now covered only his head. While his thin but athletically-defined body looked good, there was still no question it would have been his bare bottom that would have caught your attention had you looked in too. Tight, well formed buns, crystal white except for the faint signs still visible from where I had taken charge and spanked him earlier, there was no question about this young man sleeping there having a very attractive bare bottom that reeked for attention!
Julian would need more training to cause him to be more careful about allowing his body to be exposed like this if he was really going to be involved around my more conservative family like he seemed to want to be. On the other hand, a more conservative family always understands what a young man's buns are for and how to handle him - and them! A young man should always be at his best advantage . . . and fully obedient too. In this case, Julian's bare bottom was even more attractive of attention with the glistening I had given it with the creamy balm and lube applied earlier! In and of itself, that balm would have attracted your attention to his nice buns; but when those buns were also still rosy from having been spanked, they would have immediately caught anybody's eyes who had looked in even casually.
Beautiful guy! Boys like Julian need their buns especially cared for this way as part of their education - not to mention his _c_o_c_k_ and balls and the rest of that fine young body on Julian! I was beginning to look forward to filling this particular young man's needs, as well as his desires, for possibly a long time to come.
For sure, Julian would feel more quality attention this holiday weekend. He needed it for participating in that Charity Auction thing and then giving the Doc the slip. Older men tend to stick together. Young men do not often seem to understand that . . . nor what their bare buns are there for!
But time was moving on that afternoon and it was getting closer to that time right about now when Julian could use some attention. Thus I went inside to wake him.
Crouching down beside him while he slept on my couch there, I put my hand against his face, slightly brushing his cheek softly to wake him. He breathed deeply, did not open his eyes, but instead he brought one hand up and took mine to his lips. Dampening my fingers before opening his mouth slightly and drawing them in between his lips, Julian tongued my fingers and drew on them seductively while his long body turned over and stretched out straight and fully on his back on that extra long couch I have had for years. Those draw stringed pull-ups had now worked themselves down so low over his hips that the beginning of the shaft of what I already knew was his especially fine _c_o_c_k_ was showing there also.
Julian awakened licking my finger while continuing to keep his eyes shut. I helped myself to my boy with free hand and quietly tugged his pull-ups down more in the front, freeing more than just his shaft but now his full _c_o_c_k_ and balls for my own visual enjoyment.
No reason to stop now. With Julian still on his side facing away from me, I reached between his thighs and far under his ball sack to gather his _c_o_c_k_ into my hand and stoke him awake in front of me. I began to enjoy him as I wished. Julian would learn how to serve a man.
Julian began responding, spreading his thighs more openly for me as if inviting me to enjoy him more in any way I wished. He had potential, this one did. His training had paid off so far. His young _c_o_c_k_ obeyed my fingers promptly and began extending itself forward until it was again fully erect for me. Taking its tip gently between my fingers, I held him there.
Julian was calm and very much at ease while I looked at him like this. His buns were waiting for me to take charge of him now. This young man was beautiful and quietly laying openly there in front of me. He was waiting, waiting for a man's pleasure.
As attractive as he was, though, it was still perfectly clear that Julian was here not for his pleasure, but rather for some further basic training. He waited obediently, submissively, alive.
Otherwise Julian had shown no response to my fingers now intimately stroking and holding him at all except for a soft guttural sound that seemed to come from deep inside him when he stretched his body, offering it to me, openly, erotically, and completely freely. His eyes still remained shut. All the while he continued licking my fingers which had been his only initiative so far.
Yawning with his mouth opening wide, my fingers slipped out. It was only then that Julian opened his eyes, turned his head, and looked at me with those big deep eyes. Julian was smiling again, radiating actually, as he woke up with my hands on him.
"Wow! They're so long. Your fingers are soooo long! What a way to wake up and with both your hands," he purred, close to laughing, "and that one, that spanks my ass too, on my _c_o_c_k_. Hey, confusion." He continued on, squirming some and still stretching, "I'll bet I'm going to get to feel it on my ass soon? Did I miss something or forget to do something I was suppose to do?" He smiled up even more at me. "Yeah, your boy needs a spanking after a lazy nap? What a way to wake up! WOW! Maybe you're going to make it a practice? Am I going to get it on my ass now, Sir?" he asked in the most _s_e_x_y way possible. "Cause if I am, well, turn me over and make me take it good for you, cause I like walking up with the feel of your big hand on my _c_o_c_k_ for sure," he winked, "or anyplace else you want to put it. I like this being under your control. Much better than I thought it would be, but are you going to spank me now?"
Julian waited for me to say something or do something, but I stayed motionless and just smiled at him. When he realized I had no intention of tipping my thoughts right then, he reached up and hugged me. I had not awakened him to spank him although I know many men who followed that practice. His bare bottom needed more time to cool with that balm I had spread on it. Anyway he was scheduled for some time over my knees later even though he did not know that. Julian was learning nicely. He certainly knew how to signal what was on his mind, but a man decides these things, never a boy. What made him so eager?
Instead of turning him over, which was temping, I hugged his body closer and more tightly to mine and ultimately tugged him down off of the couch where he rolled over on my own body. A moment later I had rolled over too and was resting on top of him as we both had rolled on the rug.
"Jeez," Julian spoke, "I feel soooo good here with you. I never thought it would be like this. I can get it anytime and you're not tipping your hand to me either. It's like I'm high all the time and I've had nothing stronger than orange juice."
I smiled and just looked at him. Julian was a nice one for sure.
"Is a boy slave permitted to say 'I like you a lot'?" he added, then he seemed to have second thoughts and quickly added again, "I mean, Sir."
I smiled, even laughed, and played with this naked boy's body. I didn't consider him a slave. But, Julian felt good, very good. His _c_o_c_k_ amidst the short hairs was once again firm and very alive, responding nicely again to my touch. And his two low slung balls hung there for the grabbing. Julian's body was tight, nicely developed, almost hairless, and sensitive to my touch anywhere. His buns were equally open and firm to my fingers, separating nicely whenever I touched them. In short, Julian was holding nothing back physically by now, but . . . well, I still did not know him. "Slave boy?" Really? I was still simply training him in the way every beautiful boy needs to be trained.
"I do, Sir, I really do."
I hugged him tightly. I did not want this conversation now. I remained non-committal. After all, I still did not know what had brought him here with such an openness, even eagerness, for a man who could take charge and control him. I was not complaining, mind you; but he had yet to learn we would proceed at my pace, not his.
"You always sleeps this much?" I asked with the hopes the subject would change.
He laughed quietly and squeezed me so tightly and then he beamed. "Jeez, if you had thought about this for as long as I have, you wouldn't have slept much last night either. I just kept waking up last night . . . smiling. Heck, I'd feel my buns and they still felt hot and ready for you to make me do whatever you wanted for you with just the feel of your hand on them. I've never felt like this before," he winked again, "course I never had a man I really had to obey before either. I really like it a lot! I do, I really like it."
"Come on," I said as I ignored most of what he had said and only hugged him more tightly. "Let's pull on some trunks and go swimming, get some exercise for awhile."
"You're the boss," Julian responded. Then he dashed up the stairs to his tote bag that was still up in the loft. His biggest problem as he bounded up those stairs was that those "pull-ups" started falling almost immediately and were soon completely off his thighs and almost tripping him on his way up there. It did not seem to bother him at all as he paused and tugged them off, one foot quickly, as he bounded half way up the stairs. By the time Julian got to the top he was as naked as a jaybird with his casuals left behind where they happened to have landed in a crumpled pile half way up the stairs.
It did not take him long and when he came bounding back down, the Speedo briefs he had pulled on were not only as _s_e_x_y as hell but they were far too tight and exposing and way, way, way too revealing given they were cut high up the sides of his buns, swimmer's style, showing not only the shape of his ass but a lot of his buns too. On a normal day, they would have been exceptionally attractive on a physique like Julian's, but today? With some redness still showing on his lower buns down where I'd spanked him, they were far too exposing.
When he arrived back beside me, I pulled them down off his waist myself and left him standing there looking confused and unhappy while completely naked in the front room while I went and dug through some closets in the back and eventually came up with an old, exceptionally unattractive dull gray boxer type pair.
Julian stared at these other trunks in my hands in utter amazement! For sure he was not happy about wearing them but this also was not discussible.
"Too revealing of your rosy ass at this stage of your training, my boy," I smiled at him as I tossed his Speedos up back into the loft.
"What? So what if someone can tell you spanked me? I don't care. None of their business," was his comment. "I've got nothing to be ashamed of. I'm proud of my body and of you too. Let 'em all know you spanked me. I'm proud of it! Let 'em all look at me, who cares? Only you can touch. I'm the lucky one."
"Talk like that will get you turned over real quickly," I said quietly as I pulled him closer by his _c_o_c_k_ and helped him step in them anyway. I pulled them up high on him and then tightly knotted them around his waist to insure they stayed there. I swatted his ass once. "You need a reminder?" I smiled down at him once I stood up and again towered above him.
But my words had called him back. "No, Sir," he replied.
"We'll talk about it later," I added, "but no one needs to know I spank you but me. You're getting a little uppity for a boy, aren't you? Sure you don't need a lesson before we hit the surf? A few cracks of the paddle maybe? Do you a world of good?"
Julian stared, his eyes seemed to widen at that word this time.
"Got it now?"
"Yes, Sir. I got it. I got it for sure. Momentary loss of memory, Sir. I got it now, Sir. I got it."
He had. And he also understood my point. Julian said nothing further about the matter. Those much larger, floppy pair of trunks I had found in an old drawer hid his seductive attractiveness for sure. No one looking at him now would have even guessed that under all that yardage there was hidden a fine _c_o_c_k_ and balls for your pleasure anytime I wanted to display them, let alone two firm already spanked buns to be viewed that were just asking for it again. But, importantly, those old trunks also hid all signs of his having been spanked for any busybody's eyes who happened to be walking by down in the surf and staring or even simply curious. This boy's ass was private and not something to be shared with anyone else. That, after all, is what training a boy is all about. Responsibility, discipline, as well as understanding who's in charge and the consequences of straying. I knew what was hidden inside those baggy trunks and that was simply the way it was going to remain.
It was a dead issue now. We both bolted out the screen door, ignoring the few front steps jumped down into the sand, and took off racing into the surf. By the time we had both dived through the first large wave crashing in on us, we were also both laughing and had begun playing around. Anyway, the salt water was good for his, shall we say, "tenderness," whether he knew it or not. We swam as I chased him and pulled him under, but we also just joked, splashed, played, and all in all both enjoyed the good life for a long, long while.
"Hey, you know there's one question I have for you, OK?" Julian paused and asked.
"Anything, sure just ask." Still I was not prepared for what came out of the blue next.
"With you am I still going to get spanked if someone else is around?" Julian just up and asked it.
"If you needed it, why would you think you wouldn't get one then?"
"Jeeze," he exclaimed, "I sure hope that NEVER happens! I can't imagine how horrible, and like how embarrassing, that would be, but I'll admit I thought about it a lot."
I just smiled and dove under a crashing wave. When I came up for air, he was right there beside me.
"Guess I'm going to have to be really careful for sure around you from now on," he said.
"Guess you better," I added, then smiled, "on the other hand, if I'm spanking you and a friend walks in, I can assure you you'll have more urgent concerns on your mind that worrying about their seeing you get it."
"Yea, but still, ah, that would be awful! I'd die of embarrassment!"
"What can I say, Julian? Maybe you should just concentrate on getting your act together and keeping it that way."
"Sounds like a winner to me."
Julian dove off and swam out a bit, but I knew what he was thinking.
There would be plenty of time for other things later. Not only was I sure, I would see to it!
Right now Julian needed some time to relax and enjoy life. But then, Julian needed it! No boy with a bare ass as tight and attractive as his needs anything less. His "lessons" were going to continue in a very traditional way . . . and then some.
to be continued.