A Super Time in a Small Town

by Paul Cassidy <Kneeboneuk@yahoo.co.uk>

I had checked into the motel for a couple of nights. The next meetings had been cancelled so I had a couple of nights to spare and this place seemed as good as any. "You are one of only two guests" said the girl behind the desk. "It is very quiet at the moment." As I went to my room I noticed the sports car pulled up by another room. Expensive. I wondered who owned such a machine. After throwing my things into the room I drove away to get a meal and a few bits and pieces for my two night stay. I was back within an hour and a half. I unlocked the door and before I could enter I heard a voice behind me, "Hi!" I looked around and there was a young man, mid-twenties, who I instantly recognised. A TV star who I had seen a few times and admired as a great looking guy. Very tall, dark haired and clean shaven, I had time to realise that he was as handsome in the flesh as he was on the small screen. "It's very quiet here." He continued. "Would you like to talk?"

"No problem," I replied, "Your place or mine?"

"Mine is ready, and I have some drinks and food and stuff, so if you want to come over.."

"OK, give me a couple of minutes." I took off my jacket and began to imagine what the next hour or two might contain. Just to sit and stare at this guy would be a great turn on. He had to be one of the most fanciable fellers on the TV. I never imagined what would actually transpire. I strolled across to the room Tom had gone into. He had left the door open. As I walked in I saw that he was sprawled on the bed - very inviting. I plonked myself down into the only chair. He asked me if I wanted anything. I declined for the moment. "I know you," I said, "I am from England, but I have seen your show a few times."

"That's nice," he replied, "Do you like it?"

"Quite. It's harmless, escapist nonsense really, isn't it?" He laughed. "If you say so. It keeps me from starving to death, I suppose."

"Don't like your job, then?" I asked Tom began to list all the problems that go with being famous. He definitely was feeling sorry for himself. So many of the minor irritations had got to him and he was certainly having a good moan. He whined on and on for some twenty minutes. When I tried to change the conversation to something else he got it back so that he could continue to whine. In one way I wished I was back in my own room, but nothing could stop me from looking at this hunk. He was _s_e_x_ on legs. I looked at the outline of his _c_o_c_k_ and balls through his blue jeans. It was a turn on although it was obvious I could see very little. I stripped him naked in my mind.. and to keep myself from paying too much attention to his complaining I did it again. First time I imagined a big _c_o_c_k_ hanging down some seven or eight inches with a circumcised end. Second time I imagined that he was an uncut American., If so then his _c_o_c_k_ would seem an inch or so longer. I was in my own dream world. As Tom continued his dialogue I occassionally grunted, nodded my head ot tut-tutted. However, my imagination was beginning to make a plan as to how I could actually get something from this ball of dynamite. "So, what would you do if you were me?" he asked. "Well," I replied, "If I were you things would be very different. But, I will tell you what your problem is."

"Go on." He challenged me. "You have caught the film and TV star disease!"

"What's that?"

"You have grown too big for yourself. You are becoming an arrogant git! People who have ordinary lives think you guys are important, but you have become a spoiled brat. If they knew what you had become like, they wouldn't have your picture on their wall!"

"Ugh! I suppose you are right." he seemed to show some contrition. "Now, you listen to me, Tom. You were probably a really nice guy when you were on the way up. Now you are acting like some little kid. It seems to me that you were pampered too much as a kid. Somebody should have whipped your butt often and hard. Even if you got it they never did it hard enough did they?" Tom was as red as a beet. "Nobody ever 'whipped my butt.'"

"Exactly!" I looked at him a little triumphantly, "So, I'll whip your butt, now!" He tried to speak but nothing came out for he was choking on his own breath. If he was red before, now he was turning blue. I let him get his breath. I was about to speak when he spoke, "If you say so, then do it." Now I was speechless for a good minute. Quietly I said, "OK. I will give you a good beating. But it won't be a whipping. It will be a good spanking. Tom sat up and looked at me intently, "Now?" he asked. "Yes, but you need to know that the thing about taking a spanking is that it has to be done in a certain way. This will not be some six smacks and it's over. No, you will have many, many more than that. You are hurt physically, but also you need to be humiliated. Spanking has to be done formerly. In other words, for the next thirty or forty minutes you have to do exactly what I say. You do not answer back, you do not fight me. You have to just accept that what I am doing is for your benefit. Don't misunderstand, I will get some pleasure from it, but it is mainly for your sake. You need a real spanking which you will always remember. The next time you are on the set and want to throw a tantrum you will remember your hot ass and how much it hurt. You will not complain then, and you must not complain now." He slowly nodded his head in agreement. "Right, for the next hour I am yours."

"OK, Tom get off the bed." Tom stood up. "What are you wearing under your jeans?"


"Good, that is what I hoped. Go and lock the door." Tom walked over and locked the door. He looked as exciting as ever just doing a simple thing like that. Now, I would enjoy myself. "Stand in front of me, hands behind your back, feet apart." He was about four feet away. "Smile." He smiled that brilliant smile. "Now, the fun begins. Take off your socks." He lifted each leg in turn and snatched them off quickly. "Just throw them over there." He did so. "Resume your position." He looked so handsome as he waited for the next command. Both of us were full of anticipation - he because he was about to receive, when it had never happened before. Me because I was about to have great fun reddening his rear. "Remove your shirt." Tom began to unbutton the light blue shirt. As he did he began to reveal a hairless, but muscular chest. Fully removed it showed that he had spent a lot of time working out. But it had not been overdone. He returned to his position without me needing to instruct him. He was now only wearing jeans and underwear and I knew that the next command would send me into the stratosphere. "Take off your jeans." They were tight so they were not the easiest things to remove. I watched every move. He unbuckled the belt.. quite sensually. Then down came the zip to reveal that he was wearing grey briefs. He pushed down the jeans slowly. His briefs looked very snug and expensive. My first look at the bulge between his legs was obscurred by arms and legs as he totally removed his jeans. But when he stood up I saw a glorious sight. "That looks good," I said, "Are they ever going to put you into trunks in the show? It would be a real turn on for all the girls." Tom laughed, embarrassed, but knowing I was teasing. "Move over here." Tom, wearing only his nice, grey briefs walked to my right hand side. "Now, when you go over put your fingers on the floor for balance. I will spank you very hard. Just expect the whacking to continue. Always think that there are five or six smacks to come. When I stop we will be half way through your beating. I will then tell you to stand up for a little break. Then we will resume the spanking, is that understood?"

"Yes sir." he said. That stirred me. He had called me sir. "Very well. Lie across me." Tom began the laborious process of lying across my lap. Soon his tall frame was where I wanted it to be. I wanted to get on with the spanking because it meant that I would soon do some other things. But, I deliberately slowed myself, because I wanted to savour every moment. I rested my left hand on his back and then put my right hand on his butt. I left it there for some time so that Tom could anticipate what was about to happen. "Are you ready for your spanking to begin?" I asked. "Yes sir." came the reply. The first whack was great for me. It made a lovely loud smacking sound. Tom shuddered just a little, but he was probably just expressing surprise. During the next few minutes I beat on that butt. Tom gasped, wriggled a bit and sometimes made the sounds of a boy being spanked. I smiled at the whole scenario. I wanted to remember details, but spankings always passed too quickly. I tried to make each smack harder than the one before. I tried to vary the placements of each one so that he never got used to being whacked in the same area. I had reached one hundred and twenty and thought that was a good place to have an intermission. I rested. I let him rest. He was being very good because he was awaiting further instructions. "Stand up." Tom pushed himself up. His face was red. His bulge looked much the same. No erection yet. He stood waiting. "OK?" I asked. he nodded. "You are doing well." I said. I looked from his face to his _c_o_c_k_ area and back again. He was staring straight ahead. "Right, slip down your briefs." He looked down towards his own midriff and pushed at the sides of his briefs. He left them above his knees. As he returned to his previous position and stared straight ahead I now looked at that which I had imagined before. His _c_o_c_k_ was not as big as I had thought, but it was certainly as pretty. It hung down about six inches. The balls were lightly coated with dark hair. The hair above the _c_o_c_k_ was like a thick black carpet. "That is rather nice." I said. Tom looked down at me. He gave a little half- smile. "Who was the last person to touch it, apart from yourself?" Tom looked at me scarlet with embarrassment. "A friend."

"Who was that?"

"A guy called Chris."

"What happened?"

"Do I have to answer?"

"Yes, of course."

"He is a guy I know from school. We meet from time to time."


"We play around together. You know."

"You know what?"

"Well, I jerk him off and he does the same to me."

"Anything else?"

"Yes, we give each other blow-jobs."

"When was the last time?"

"A few weeks ago." It was great having this conversation with a naked youth. "Is he as good looking as you?" Tom smiled. "I don't know."

"Are you embarrassed?"

"A little."

"Well, don't be. You know you are very handsome. Your _c_o_c_k_ is, as well." Tom smiled a bigger smile. "I am sure Chris has a lovely time." His _c_o_c_k_ was growing and beginning to stand up by itself. "Ready to continue?"

"Yes sir."

"Resume the position." Tom lay across me again with his briefs stretched out at his knees. I pushed them down further. I looked for the first time at his ass. It was bright red. I began to pummell his butt once more. The slaps were hard, and I looked for areas which weren't as red as others. Tom tried to ride the smacks by clenching his muscles but I am sure it made little or no difference. After sixty smacks I said, "Lift up your body a little bit." He raised himself up and I pushed my left hand under him and took his _c_o_c_k_ between my forefinger and thumb. It felt like it had some blood in it, but I could feel it as more rushed in at my touch. Now, as each smack landed I could feel his _c_o_c_k_ move back and forth. It was as if I was jacking him off slowly. It was over. I rested my hand on his rump. "Are you ok?" I asked. "Yes." He said quietly. "Good. Stand up." I reluctantly let go of his _c_o_c_k_. He was erect. His _c_o_c_k_ had grown by two inches and stood up proudly. "We had better deal with that." I said. I pulled him round in front of me. Then I put one hand on each cheek of his butt and pulled him forward so I could get his _c_o_c_k_ into my mouth. I sucked for a long time. "I'm gonna come." I felt it at the back of my throat. Tom then took charge. After I had swallowed his load he pulled me onto the bed and began to undress me. He spent some minutes giving my own _c_o_c_k_ some attention. Then he spread himself on top of me and kissed my mouth. He squeezed my _c_o_c_k_ between his legs and began to hump. I was staring into his handsome face which was smiling the whole time. It was a glorious climax. It shot up high and made a mess but I hadn't felt anything quite like that before. As we lay side by side he said, "I will remember. And next time I'm with Chris I may have to show him something. He's beginning to get rather _c_o_c_k_y. He needs to be given something to remember."

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