With apologies that my e-mail address needed to be changed from cal22722 to cal22722z@yahoo. com when a hacker got in and an awareness that "A Absolutely" is not the best of English, I would like to share one of those rare moment that those of us who are willing to mentor a young man sometimes have.
Adam arrived the other day from the States in the company of an older man, Dwight, who owns one of those large home out on Point Loma in San Diego. The home is spectacular with an ocean view of the blue Pacific worth killing for, but Dwight himself is a rather typical 50-ish man, almost always in a tweed sports jacket and bow tie, glasses, khaki slacks with penny loafers, a perfect gentleman, a very high priced and extremely well respected environmental lawyer. While Dwight has made the journey here several times, but this was the first time he had ever brought anyone along with him.
Adam was a prize. About 57", 138#s, beautiful natural deep coal black hair, deep set beautiful blue eyes, tiny, almost pixie-like, but with an impish smile and a talkative outgoing personality, he was one of those guys that immediately caught your eye and held it. The first night they had arrived very late from a long flight and the drive here from the airport, but in the house, Dwight had sat down on the couch in the living room and asked for some white wine while Aaron, in neatly pressed denim jeans and a denim shirt jacket completely open at the front and showing a very white, clearly pressed tee-shirt and a nice sized gold neck chain, had immediately sat down on that same couch right up against Dwight and leaned against his body where he seemed extremely comfortable there. Dwight leaned down and kissed the boy and the boy responded with passion. Dwight also had his hand between his boys legs and resting on his boys nicely growing basket. Just a man and his boy, arriving after a long flight and here for a visit, but strange somehow. Dwight has said he was bringing along his "houseboy" but this boy did not look like he had any cleaning or other redeeming work skills. He instead seemed like masculine perfection, lithe, gorgeous, superb blue eyes with semi-long hair and he reeked _s_e_x_ appeal even in a house like this one where good looking males were never in short supply. Adam was as responsive to Dwight as he could possibly be in the middle of someone who he did not knows living room!
Dwight was goggled eyes, seeing or hearing nothing but the boy, now on his lap, who was openly responsive to him. Dwight made introductions to the other boys staying there – Paolo, Chris, Bruce, and Rual, at the moment – but he never let go of Adam and Adam seemed more that "into" Dwight as well. White wine for Dwight and a smaller, half glass for Adam. Dwight talked about their trip. Adam only had eyes for Dwight and had yet to say a full sentence in my hearing. I listened politely to Dwight but finally just did the right thing and showed the two of them the guest quarters. Adams eyes were everywhere as he looked around the huge room with the king sized bed dominating one side but he seemed more inspired with the large bathroom with the Jacuzzi tub he immediately began to fill while at the same time beginning to take off his clothes.
Shutting the door behind him, I know I was smiling more broadly than I had ever smiled in front of Dwight before when I said, "Thats your House Boy? What kind of cleaning does he do for you?"
Dwight turned scarlet, his legal stature came into full swing, and he was just beaming with pride and pleasure. "Do you like him?
"Like him? Hes gorgeous," I stated the obvious. "but are you sure you want to bring him here? I mean you know how this house in run."
"Yes, positively," Dwight responded and then he continued on to give me an extremely detailed description of the boy minus his clothing and ended with "Ive already given him a play spanking and he really liked it but I want to introduce him to the real thing."
"And so you brought him here?" I said with utter amazement.
"Sure, I mean with Chris and Bruce here its the perfect place," he lectured me.
When he finally stopped, "Up to you" was about the only thing I could think of saying.
I left Dwight there in the guest room and shutting their door behind me went over to the other side of the house where Chris and Bruce had lots of stories to tell about their day and I was quite happy to listen even though I couldnt help but thinking about what Dwight really was thinking in bringing his boy here! But it was late, and after Chris and Bruce wore down their enthusiastic and very animated presentation of their day (a holiday here), we all went off to bed and forgot about the day itself.
The next day we were all up and at the breakfast table when Dwight and his charge appeared. They were simply full of it with excitement and had a written down plan for some sight seeing that would occupy their day. I had other things I had to do and so did the other boys.
Much later that evening when I was working on putting the final touches on what would pass a dinner for all of us, Dwight came into the kitchen area with a very strange question: "Are you planning on spanking Bruce or Chris tonight?" he asked me.
"Well, I hadnt thought of it. Theyve both been fine, why?" I asked in return.
"Because I want to give Adam his first real spanking," he said. "How do I do it?"
I looked at him in shock. He does not know how to do it and he wants me to tell him? This is an accomplished professional male who has seen me spank several of the boys on several prior visits and now he is suggesting he does not know how to do it? I just looked. No way I was about to spank either Bruce or Chris just so Dwight could learn how to do it to his "houseboy."
The mean was rather uneventful. Everyone talked, but it was Adam who dominated the conversation talking about everything he had seen with Dwight during the afternoon. Dwight and Adam were like two puppy dog who had finally found each other. Sitting beside each other at the table, I could not help but smile to myself when I noticed the two of them were constantly holding hands and when not holding hands under the table, Dwight constantly had his hand on his boys upper thigh. But nothing at all prepared me for when Adam looked over at Chris and Bruce and calmly let out with, "Daddy told me I was naughty this afternoon and hes going to spank me. Do you get spankings too?"
Chris and Bruce both looked at me and then back at this very handsome young man who had just said Dwight was going to spank him and then they recovered somewhat and Bruce replied, "Yea, sometimes, yea, we do."
But even Bruce then looked utterly horrified when the young man continued, "Daddy makes me take all my clothes off for my spanking, same with you?"
Bruce muttered away in near meaningless babble while I noticed the boy and Dwight were still holding hand and Dwight was simply smiling in a very dotting way on this young man who was naively opening himself up to something he really did not seem to have a clue about.
"I dont mind," Adam continued when Bruces words no longer appeared to make any real sense. "I know he loves me, dont you, Daddy?"
And, yes, a dotting Dwight looked down with puppy love in his eyes and mouthed "Yes."
Adam stood up from the table, pushed his chair back, and tugged at Dwights hand, "Come on, Daddy, come on. You promised me a spanking."
Dwight looked at me and smiled as if he had just found Eldorado. His hand was on his boys seat of his pants as the two walked back to the guest room side of the house and closed the door, thank god, behind them. I wondered to myself how much Dwight was spending on the boy? Bruce and Chris and I just burst out laughing, more like roaring, especially as in a couple of minutes we could all hear Adam squealing with laughter, and yelling out "Oh, no, Daddy, no . . . Ill be good for you. . . please Daddy, dont spank me. . . I wont be naughty anymore . . . ouch. . . ouch" and so forth and so on even though the sound of a slap or two apparently on Adams young buns, wouldnt have bothered a sleeping cat or two. Never mind, "Daddy" was spanking young Adam and then rest of us took off for the movies in order to miss it! On purpose.
Chris, Bruce, and I got home about midnight. Paolo was already there but in bed. Chris and Bruce took off for bed as well, but Dwight was sitting in the kitchen sipping wine.
"Beautiful boy, isnt he?" Dwight asked me with the two of us alone in that kitchen.
"Yes, hes gorgeous, no question about it," I replied honestly.
"But hes too anxious. And hes so nice I cant bring myself to really spank him." Dwight was moody and pondering. "I want to spank him and he keeps asking me to spank him, but Im afraid. I just dont want to hurt him."
"But a spanking always hurts and is for a reason, Dwight."
"Yea, I know, but his ass is so beautiful and tight. You know me. Youve known me for years. Have you ever known me to have a guy as good looking at Adam? I am so lucky to have him in my bed, I just cant bring myself to really spank him; but Id really like to. Hes got the most beautiful tight little butt youve ever laid eyes on and does he ever know how to use it! I want to spank it so badly, but I guess I dont know how to get him into it." Dwight sat pondering his plight and more than just sipping his wine. I just listened as he talked on, but finally even I said goodnight and headed to take a shower and hit the bed as well. The house was quiet. Everyone else was sleeping. Dwight finally went back to join Adam in the quest room.
I showered but for some reason about an hour or so later, I was still wide awake and not sleeping. I stumbled out to the kitchen to get a bite to eat. Adam was sitting there with all kinds of stuff out on the table. He was calmly making himself a salad. He wore nothing but skimpy very white Calvins as he sat and then looked up when he saw me.
"Hope you dont mind, like I was kinda hungry." He had the cutest look in his eyes as he sat there like that. He really was tiny, so child-like, and he looked so vulnerable as well, but he also looked gorgeous and was practically naked there in my kitchen. In spite of his very dark black hair, his body seemed hairless; or at least what was exposed was.
"No, dont mind at all. Make yourself home here," I mean it. I poured myself something to drink and sat down where he was eating as if there was no tomorrow.
"You couldnt sleep either?" Adam said to me?
"Not really," I admitted. "How are you liking our town?" I asked.
"The place is great. I mean like Ive never been anywhere like this before," he spoke eagerly and with that same level of youthful enthusiasm I had seen at dinner, "but can I ask you a kinda personally question?" He had those puppy dog eyes staring over at me.
"Why not?" I was honest.
"OK, like done get me wrong and all but Id really like to know this. Why does Dwight play games and role plays instead of just really spanking me?" He seemed so genuinely interested and his question seemed to come from his heart. For a moment, he almost looked pathetic, but he was far too cute for that look to last long.
"Have you asked him?" I responded.
"Yea, several times, but all he says is he will, that he will spank me for real and all, but he never does nothing. Then hell take me somewhere, you know, like back to his room at home and all and hell sound serious cause he talks to me while hes stripping me and all and Ill think like finally hes gonna do it to me and hell pull me over his knees to get it and all, but, hell, he just gives my ass some taps and all and I pretend it hurts but I dont feel nothing. He just plays with me ass. Hell, I want a real man whos going to be a real daddy with me and really give it to me sometimes." He looked over at me as he continued eating. He was completely open about it as he talked. He certainly was not hesitant about talking about it. "Is that too much to ask?"
I looked over at him but was unsure what to say.
"How does a guy find a real Daddy these days?" he asked.
I had no idea what to tell him