I was nervous, well _s_h_i_t_ scared actually, I nearly talked myself out of it a hundred times over, but no, I had to do this, it might be the only chance I'd ever get. What if I didn't like him, what if he didn't like me? I was no spring chicken, no svelte boy with all the charm of youth on my side. Jesus I was thirty eight. I worked out at a gym, not fanatically, I don't like those over muscular types, turn me off actually. I ran too, I wasn't in bad shape, I had all my own hair, on my head anyway. I wasn't hairy in the body area, a modest pubic bush and underarm array, but elsewhere I was fairly Spartan, a smattering on my lower legs, but that was it. I just wanted to know what it was liked to be spanked, then _f_u_c_k_ed, really _f_u_c_k_ed by another man. Almost thirty nine years old and I'd finally admitted I was gay, that men turned me on. The spanking fetish I'd admitted to long ago, but, apart from the self administered, had never been spanked by anyone else.
So, to cut a long story short, I'd been exchanging email with a guy over the net and he knew what I wanted, what I needed and he offered to supply it. We arranged a meeting. We had a drink, a meal, back to his place, a few more drinks, watched a video or two and soon we naked. He put me over his knee, spanking my bottom with his hand until I was squirming, surprised by how much heat and sting he was building up with just the palm of his hand. Then he pushed me off his knee and made me follow him into the kitchen.
So, there I was, freshly spanked, my bottom glowing, leaning over the kitchen table, legs apart, bottom thrust out. Robert stood to the side of me, his left hand cupping my balls, his right hand stroking my hot backside. His left hand began to glide up and down my shaft which was already standing to attention, it hardened further, dribbling silvery threads of pre-cum and I moaned as he expertly caressed it. At the same time the middle finger of his right hand worked its way into the cleft of my buttocks, pressing lightly against the bud of my back passage. I immediately tensed.
"Relax," He murmured, leaning forward, nibbling the lobe of my ear, "it'll be okay, trust me."
Funnily enough, perhaps foolishly, I did trust him. I nodded and he smiled, his hand moving away from my bottom to rub my back and shoulders which helped me relax a little more. He picked up the bottle of baby oil and poured a little into his left hand, then massaged his hands together so they were both coated with the oil. Then he once again began to rhythmically stroke my prick while working the finger of his right hand between my arse cheeks. I felt it press against my secret opening and this time straddled my legs further apart to give him better access.
"Good boy," he murmured and with a small thrust his oiled finger pushed past the ring of muscle at the entrance of my hole.
It felt strange, but not unpleasantly so. His oiled hand expertly caressing my front member took my mind off the initial mild discomfort. I moaned with pleasure as he began slipping it in and out, finger _f_u_c_k_ing me while simultaneously wanking my _c_o_c_k_. Oh God, I groaned as I got more and more excited, I was so hard I thought the skin on my penis was going to split. I gasped, "Robert, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum." I straddled my legs further apart, thrusting my arse back onto his finger and my hips forward, pushing my pre-cum dribbling _c_o_c_k_ harder into his hand. Just as I thought I was going to shoot, he stopped, withdrawing his finger and letting go of my rock like penis.
"Not yet, young man, not yet. You've got some lessons to learn first."
Picking up an oak paddle he ordered me to thrust my bottom out further which I did.
Whack, the paddle hit the centre of my bottom, which was still sensitised by the hand spanking he'd given me earlier. "This is for being ashamed of being gay, and for denying it for so long." he brought it down harder on the same spot in a series of blistering blows that had me gasping with pain.
I gripped the edges of the table hard, jerking my hips forward at each whack of the paddle against my bottom. I began to howl. It didn't stop him, he pounded that paddle against my arse without mercy. The nerves in my backside registered heat and pain sending shock waves of pain through to my groin, at the same time despite the pain my _c_o_c_k_ was growing harder and harder, I was in agony as far as my backside was concerned, but he seemed to know just where to hit to make the sensations in my _c_o_c_k_ register something verging on ecstasy. Just as it seemed I was going to blow, he stopped again.
He oiled then began slowly inserting a rubber _d_i_l_d_o_ into my hole easing it in until only the attached chain hung out. I felt uncomfortably full, sweat was trickling down my body. Picking up a heavy, broad leather strap he stepped back, raising his arm he swung it forward, whacking the leather hard across my _d_i_l_d_o_ filled arse. Throwing back my head I screamed as the blow drove the rubber _c_o_c_k_ deeper into me, the dangling chain whipping my inner thighs as I bucked and jerked my body in tune to the rhythm of the thrashing he was doling out. I begged him to stop, but he kept right on spanking, blistering my buttocks with the belt. My bottom was blazing, I could almost hear the flames crackling.
Just as I thought I could take no more he threw the strap aside, then grasping the chain he yanked the rubber _c_o_c_k_ out of my hole. Pushing me chest down onto the table, he quickly slid a rubber onto his engorged member. Grabbing a tube of lubricant he slavered it onto my sizzling buttocks working it into my hole with his fingers, then I felt it, the head of his prick pressing against my back passage. Quickly he thrust forward, entering me and began pushing back and forth, slowly at first, but soon he was pounding my man pussy faster and faster and I was being _f_u_c_k_ed at long last, his balls smacking against my pulsating blistered arse, my feet just about leaving the floor as he rode me. We were both grunting and moaning, our bodies slick with sweat.
Reaching under me he began wanking me in time to his thrusting motions. Orgasm ripped through me sending thick globules of sperm shooting out, my _c_o_c_k_ sputtering like a roman candle, my whole body jerking with the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced. With a gasp he suddenly thrust forward hard, shooting his juices. I wished we could have done it bare back so I could have felt his seed filling me instead of a condom, I wanted to feel his spunk dribbling out of my red raw arse.
That was my first experience with Robert, a double first if you like, first spanking, first _f_u_c_k_ing, but certainly not my last. After all, I had a lot of time to make up!