I was only 17 when this happened to me. I was a tight ass. Straight guy. Excellent shape. I ran track in High School. Had a 30 inch waist and great legs and ass. My pecs and shoulders were well developed. I took pride in my weekly workouts. I never thought in a million years this would happen to me.
I used to work out and run at my High School around the football field. Well, one day I was making my laps and I noticed this guy standing on the sidelines watching me. I was to find out that he was 28 years old. He was in great shape too and very handsome. I thought it strange that I would think he was handsome since I was straight and was dating a girl I had dated for three years.
Maybe somehow seeing him awakened some yearning in me. I don't know. My dad was never close to me and I always thought that I really missed something in my growing up not having a dad who was affectionate. Oh well, I felt something stir in me when I saw him. He was wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of jeans. He was barefoot.
On my next lap I stopped near him, pretending to be tired but I really wanted to talk with him. I said hi between gasps of air and he said hi back to me. I asked him what he was doing out there at the football field and he said, "I have always admired you guys, the way you push yourselves, and I enjoy watching guys like yourself work out." I said, "Cool. You should come work out sometime."
Well, to make a long story short, he invited me to his house down the street from the High School for a beer and I took him up on it. He lived alone and his house was really cool. Nice furniture and paintings on the wall. He gave me an incredibly ice cold Michelob beer and gave me a tour of his home. His bedroom was huge. He had a large king-size bed with mirrors on the ceiling and on the walls. It was pretty cool. We returned to the den and talked about sports a bit when I said I had to take a pee and I excused myself. By now I was on my fourth beer and that was a lot for me. My head was beginning to feel very light and my bladder was about to explode.
I went into his bathroom and shut the door and pulled out my _d_i_c_k_ to relieve myself. I noticed a magazine in the bathroom that had a naked guy on the front cover. After closer inspection I realized that it was a magazine about guys spanking other guys. I thought it was so strange, but it kind of turned me on to look at the pictures. Young guys were getting their naked butts spanked over the knees of other guys. It was kind of cool.
With the beer really kicking in now, I left the bathroom and came back into the den. I asked him about the magazine and he said he thought a good spanking never hurt a boy and that a friend of his left that magazine over at his house one day.
I told him that I had wished my dad had spanked me more because it seemed like he didn't care much about me while I was growing up. A good spanking over his knee would have at least told me he cared.
When I said this, Paul, (that was his name), said that whenever I wanted a good spanking, he would be glad to help me out. He said he currently spanks several guys at the High School at their request from week to week. He told me that he would keep it totally confidential and that no one would ever know about the spankings.
Well, I was getting a bit drunk from the beers and I started to get a hard-on thinking about Paul putting me over his lap for a spanking on my bare ass. I said to him that I could use a spanking today because I know I have not been pushing myself like I should be for the track meet coming up. I was scared to even say that much, but he immediately acted like it was no big deal and got up to prepare for my spanking.
I thought, "what have I done?" but at this point I did not care. I was high on beer and Paul was attractive to me and I was getting turned on by the thought of being naked over his lap. So why not try it once? If my girlfriend ever found out that would be terrible, so I asked Paul to repeat the confidential part of his talk. He said, "no problem."
Well, when he came back into the room, he was wearing only a pair of cut-off blue jean shorts. No shirt and no socks. He told me to follow him into his bedroom. He sat down on the side of the bed and told me to come to him. I walked over to him not knowing what awaited me. I stood in front of him and he began to unbuckle my pants and unzip them. I let him do whatever he wanted. I was so relaxed from the beer and kind of curious about what he would do. He pulled my jeans down with my underwear and my half-hard _d_i_c_k_ popped out and bounced a little. He pushed my jeans and underwear down to my tennis shoes and with a smile he led me by the arm around to his right and then pulled me down across his lap. I felt my now fully erect penis slide between his legs. I felt him gently rub my naked ass. I could see myself in the mirrors in his bedroom laying there with my ass naked across his lap.
Then he suddenly separated his legs and let go of my erect penis and I felt him reach from behind and pull my penis backward so that it was exposed from the rear and resting on his right leg. His grip on my penis felt really good. He kind of caressed my balls and erect penis as it stuck out backwards, exposed to his eyes. Then he started spanking me.
It was quick and fast and I thought I was going to cry. He spanked me hard and for a long time. I squirmed and tried to stop him but he would not stop. My _d_i_c_k_ was hard and sticking backwards while he was spanking me. Suddenly I felt him reach his head down and start sucking on my erect _d_i_c_k_ as I lay across his lap crying from the spanking. It felt so good. In a matter of minutes I started to come. As I came he seemed to lick it up and suck it out of me. My butt was on fire, but my _d_i_c_k_ was in heaven.
I laid there a few more minutes after he sucked me dry and I slowly got up. My butt was sore, but it was worth it. I slowly got up and put my clothes back on. I asked him if I could come back for another spanking if I felt I needed it. He said that his door would always be open for me. Day or night.
I shook his hand and left. It was a very strange experience. I went back to his house about three more times and got spanked each time. I'll never forget those days when Paul spanked my bare ass over his knee and then sucked me as I laid there. I wonder sometimes if he is still in that house. One day I will drive by and see who lives there. I now live in California. My High School days in Atlanta, Georgia were a trip for sure. I'll never forget Paul's spankings.