Have some time to write, so I will. Apologies that this took so long, but . . ..
Well, whether I should have or not, I did have that little conversation with Rual Sunday night. Yes, it was over due.
He had accomplished all I had asked him to do and had done so almost perfectly. I had no complaints. His behavior all week long had been fine, even better than just fine as he'd stayed close in the evenings and was more attentive than usual. He's not a difficult guy or anything like that at all. Still, I had decided to have a little chat with him anyway. No real reason. I just felt like it.
He came in from a Sunday afternoon with his friends, showered (it's hot here and we all do that!), and slipped on just a pair of royal blue onionskin runner's shorts, the kind that are slit high up the thighs on the side and often showing the white undershorts built into them always clinging a guy's lower buns. His were a bit small for him and naturally revealing, a bit too revealing maybe. Look at him from the front and any outsider would have quickly noticed the promise of a nice basket tucked inside too. He had on no socks and no one wears shoes inside, but he did have a freshly laundered, pure white Tee shirt on. The young man is far more attractive now that he's older and more developed, no question about it. He seemed completely unconcerned about anything Sunday evening as if he had not a care in the world including not being unworried at all about my paddling his bare bottom again. After all, why should he be as he knew he had finished everything I had told him to have completed by then?
Anyway, he had been out with his palls and his current girlfriend in the afternoon and also over at her house Saturday evening until quite late. No problem with any of that either as he had phoned several times and I knew where he was regardless of the hour. Right then, the sleekly developed teenage body under his Tee and onion skins seemed to go well with his constantly warm boyish smile, chiseled face, deep set black eyes and eyebrows, and that full thick black wavy hair.
Rual, in fact, is very attractive and it was no wonder his girl, who is equally gorgeous, always wanted him over, but the boy is still chaste. He knows, as do they all, that he is not permitted to _f_u_c_k_ her, but exploration is OK given his age. He, like the others, knows intercourse is out (we take no risks here and talk openly), but petting and all the rest is normal. Why am I so sure about that? Well, when you know a young man well enough and know his body too, it is not all that difficult to enforce chastity with a special switch reserved for his bare bottom in case one slips. He and the others all know it's there. But, if you know his body well enough, well, let me just say it's not difficult to tell (or test) when he comes home -- and a naked boy's easy to tell at his age when he comes in after a date.
Anyway, I put my hand on his shoulder, interrupted his TV viewing pleasure and told him to come with me. Immediately he got up and did. The two of us went into my suite of the house. I locked the door. When I turned he was standing there looking at me. We talked a fairly long time about the fact that he had finished what I had told him to do for that evening and that he had done it well. Nevertheless, I told him that he was now old enough to understand, as his older brother Paolo did, that there were times when I would simply want to enjoy his young, bare body and if he objected he certainly didn't have to continue to live here. His boldness in reply surprised me, I'll admit. He simply said he he'd always understood that and if anybody was going to take his body he had always understood that someday it would be me. Hey, I wasn't talking about that!!!
I just smiled and reached under his onion skins. He was as hard as a rock. My other hand went under the back of those shorts and his firm buns clenched and responded nicely as I thought they would. Sure, he felt good!
Well, to make a long story short, I pulled them down off him and he stepped out of them with his young _c_o_c_k_ harder than a rock. I looked at him and then looked up at his eyes but he was looking down. A moment later I helped him up and off with that clear, ironed Tee shirt. He was now naked standing there, his body very well defined, especially in his stomach, chest, narrowing waist, and clear abdominal definition he's worked so hard to achieve. He's naturally proud and he should be!
As for me, I sat down on a small couch in that room and, without being asked, he smilingly joined me. I was completely clothed. He was completely naked. We talked. Actually he talked mostly, telling me all kinds of things and just talking. While he talked, my eyes feasted on his youthful innocence and beauty, but it was my hand that enjoyed his body freely. He was wearing a cologne that was still noticeable from when he had put it on earlier after showering. His buns were tight; his _c_o_c_k_, hard; and every time it softened, it took but a simple slight touch to make it hard all over again.
It's hard for a young man to understand how his body can bring so much pleasure to him and to others, but we talked about it anyway. It's even harder for a young man to understand how beautiful and naturally intriguing his bare bottom and clenching buns can be when he's turned over and they are being slapped and reddened for him -- but we talked about that together also and soon he realized sometimes it is just one of those things that's going to happen to him. Something that was good for him. No reason was necessary or even to be given. It was just pure pleasure that he would come to learn to appreciate, probably even look forward to and enjoy, sometime down the line in his future; but it would be required of him sometimes now.
Did he object?
"No, Sir." He looked blankly up at me. His eyes were even ever so slightly watery.
Did he still want to stay or would he prefer not to? Maybe prefer help getting started elsewhere?
"No way! Yes, Sir, I'm staying," without hesitating at all, he replied quickly and without any reservations.
And I turned him over my knees and spanked him.
You're right if you're thinking it was a good Sunday Evening. It was!