SpanklyBottomBoy
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This is my first attempt at erotic fiction. It's something of a tribute piece, triggered by the photo of a man whose profile is on another similar website. (I won't reveal his ID here unless he wants me to.) Of course, what follows is just fiction – I've never actually tried anything like this. Yet. (Oh, please respect my work – don't repost it without my express permission. Thanks.)
Yielding to You – Part 1: Our First Flesh Meeting
by SpanklyBottomBoy
I'm waiting in my motel room, just as you instructed. I arrived last night, but I didn't sleep well – the intensity of possibilities and likelihoods, of long-suppressed fantasies become real, just made for wild dreams. I'm tired this morning. My small bag is packed, and I'm dressed as you instructed – white t-shirt 2 sizes too small, tight denim shorts with no belt. No shoes, no socks, no undershorts. You're bringing a pair of old flip-flops for my feet. I'm freshly showered, and I gave myself a cleansing enema early this morning. I review the checklist – I think I've prepared myself exactly as you requested. You said you'd be here around 10:15 am. It's 10:11 now. My mind drifts, yet again, back to how I started this journey, so late in my life. You know my story. I'm 59 years old, never married, never in a relationship more than a year. I never found the right woman. Now I know why. When my masturbatory fantasies started failing me last year, I looked in new directions. I was so surprised to discover what fantasies turn me on now – spankings, butt fuckings, blow jobs – thinking of these are what now get me hard, get me wet, get me to cum. And in each fantasy, I'm submissive. When I found your photo on the website, my fantasies finally found a face, a body – you're the one I dream of spanking me, fucking me, having me suck your cock, your dirty cock. I'm getting hard and wet now, just imagining. A sharp knock on my door rattles me back to reality. The clock shows 10:15 am. It must be you at my door. We're finally going to come face to face. My heart is pounding, in anticipation and fear. I stand and rush to the door – I don't dare risk you having to knock a second time. Taking a deep breath, I open it. Yes, it's you. Your face and body are unmistakable – early 50's, not quite 6 feet, over 300 pounds, a shock of graying hair and mustache. I step back, and you take control. You slip the “do not disturb” sign on the outside, and you firmly close the door. It seems surreal that we're finally in the same room. You've told me not to speak. I wonder if you can hear my heart pounding. “Undress,” you say. I don't hesitate, and in 3 seconds you're looking at my naked form – 59 years old, bearded & balding, 210 pounds with a too-big belly on my otherwise skinny frame. My shriveling cock is wet with pre-cum. I notice you have a small shopping bag with you. You reach in, pull out a tube of lubricant and hand it to me. “Shove your finger up your ass. Show me you're clean.” In our online chats, you've told me not to stick anything larger than my middle finger up my ass – you wanted it tight, virgin for your pleasure. I fumble trying to open the tube, and the cap falls to the floor. “Calm down. You'll be fine.” You smile, and I feel better. I manage to slide my middle finger in deep. I hold it there until you let me release it. My asshole is tight. How can I possibly take your cock in? “Pull it out and smell it.” I do. “What do you smell?” “Nothing,” I answer. You seem satisfied. You guide me toward the bed, and you sit while I stand, your hands roaming my flesh, my balls, my cock, my ass. You reach into the bag again and bring out a small leather and metal contraption. In seconds you expertly collar my balls and cage my cock. No more hard-ons for me. Again you reach into the bag and come out with a butt plug. It's the first time I've seen a real one. “Turn around and bend forward. Reach back, spread your cheeks.” I feel my asshole being stretched, and I realize that you're guiding two lubed fingers in. It hurts, but I only whimper quietly while sucking in air between my clenched teeth. “Sweet. Tight. What's the thickest thing you've ever shoved up here?” I think. “A carrot,” I reply. “But not a big one.” I don't understand how easily I can tell you such intimate secrets. You remove your fingers and slowly push in the plug, stretching my hole more than it's ever been stretched. Now it's anchored, and it hurts. You reach into the bag again, retrieving a small flogger. “These damn walls are thin. I don't want the neighbors to hear. This sweet little lash is quiet. Stay bent over.” You stand and move into position. Snap! I swallow a yelp! I'm astonished how such a small instrument can send a wave of pain through me! And it barely makes a swish. Snap! Snap! Ten more times. I wish I were leaning over a chair, something to keep my knees from buckling. Snap! Ten more times. I'm breaking into a sweat now. You stop and drop the flogger back into the bag. “Damn, you've got me hot. I need to empty my balls before we go. Go down on me.” You undo your belt, unbutton your jeans and slide them down to your ankles. I have my first look at your cock as you lie back on the bed with your feet on the floor, your legs slightly spread for me. You're uncut and almost hard. A bead of pre-cum is already forming. “Suck it.” You already know I've only sucked cock once – about 10 years ago, experimenting while drunk with a friend. I drop to my knees, and the butt plug reminds me to move more cautiously. “I haven't showered in 4 days. I want you to smell who I am.” And your odor is pungent, but I think I could learn to like it. I take your cock in my hands, rubbing your balls. I want to take it slow, but I can't. “Hurry up, checkout time's at 11. Let's see how fast you can drain my load.” I'm using both hands and my tongue, my mouth. You're fully hard now, and your pre-cum is flowing. You're starting to groan. I coat my finger with your juice and slip it beneath your balls and find your asshole. As I rub small circles with that finger, your groans turn to grunts. Seconds later I feel your body tighten, and your salty cum is flooding my mouth. I don't like the taste, and I have to resist the urge to spit. “Don't swallow until I say!” I try to efficiently suck every drop into my mouth, milk you dry with my hand, until you push me away. It still tastes awful. You stand and pull up and zip your jeans. “Stand up and show me.” I comply, and you smile at the cream that fills my now-open mouth. “Now, swallow.” It's sticky, and it takes a few seconds to get it all down, but I'm glad I'll be able to wash out the taste. You seem to realize that. “No, you can't have anything to wash it down with. Now, get dressed.” I put back on the too-small t-shirt and gently ease the denim shorts over my hobbled balls, cock, and ass. You throw down some old flip-flops from your bag. “Grab your gear. Let's get you out to my place.” We leave the room, and I find I must be careful walking down the stairs – the butt plug can go from uncomfortable to painful with any wrong move. And my blistered ass stings terribly. We get to the office to check out. A woman, probably in her 30's, is at the desk. She sees what I'm wearing, and she seems to recognize you. She clearly disapproves. My face is turning crimson – I can feel it. As I sign the credit card receipt, I realize it shows her my name, my address. I'm relieved I live over 200 miles away. As we leave, I think I hear her throw a muttered hiss. “Perverts!” I follow you to your old pickup truck and toss my bag in the back, painfully tugging my plug in the process. I stand beside the passenger door waiting for you to unlock it. It's already hot – the bank thermometer across the street tells me it's 88 degrees and 10:50 am. Sweat is already trickling down my face, soaking into my taut t-shirt. When I open the door, a furnace blast of heat races out. As I slide onto the dirty old vinyl seat, it almost burns my bare legs. And I'm trying to be very careful not to put weight on the plug in my ass. It's going to be a very uncomfortable drive to your place, but I think I'm ready. Yes, definitely – I'm ready for the ride.
Thanks for reading. Hope some of you enjoyed the tale. Anyone want me to continue with Part 2?
- SpanklyBottomBoy
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