TITLE    : First Timer
STORYID  : first-timer
SUMMARY  : We're first timers again when we meet someone new.
AUTHOR   : Cal Y. Pygia@lit
DATE     : 2005-11-30
CATEGORY : bdsm-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |bisexual|spanking|hand|paddle|belt|buttocks|anus|asshole|cock|balls|


Russ was a handsome man with graying hair, a pleasant, kindly face, and a buffed build. When he smiled, he displayed even white teeth and deep, long dimples.



He was married. However, he enjoyed the company of men as much--sometimes more--than he enjoyed the company of his wife, not that he didn't love her. He did, very much. It was just that, sometimes--and more often than not of late--she took him for granted. When it came to sex, she didn't seem to care whether she satisfied him or not. She hadn't sucked his cock in months, and she acted as if it were a huge imposition to fuck him. Although Russ enjoyed anal intercourse on occasion, even the few times he'd asked her to indulge him in this manner had been met with a look that could have turned a lesser man to stone. She'd made it clear to him that "sodomy," as she insisted upon calling it, was "out of the question." So were water sports, spanking, and any other of the "perverse" practices that they'd enjoyed together in the earlier years of their marriage.



There was a solution, of course. Men--or submissive men, at least--were much more inclined to bare their asses for a sound spanking. They were also glad to suck cock. Some were even willing to let another guy piss on them--in their faces, down their chests, and over their bellies and pubes. A few submissive guys would even drink piss. Most of them would even spread their well-spanked, red and purple buttocks to take a thick, hard prick up their asses.



As a bisexual man, Russ had enjoyed sex not only with his wife, but also with several men over the course of his marriage. It was time, once again, to find a sub who'd do as he was told, no questions asked. In fact, this time, Russ might find someone who'd be willing to serve him--and to service him--as a sex slave.



While surfing the 'net, he'd come across a web site called Guyspank. The site allowed users to search for other spanking enthusiasts in their geographical regions. The guys were of various ages, as shown on their profiles, and they could be reached by email. Perusing the profiles a week ago, Russ had come across one he'd liked. The guy, Gary, was 55 years old, white, and weighed about 250 pounds; he was first-timer, seeking a dominant, aggressive man who would "put roses" in his "cheeks" and make him "blush." Russ had sent him a few emails, and they'd both liked what the other had written. They'd arranged to meet tonight, at a motel room for which they'd agreed to split the cost.



The motel was only a few blocks from the gym at which Russ normally worked out. Tonight, he'd told his wife that he was going to the gym; instead, he'd keep his rendezvous with Gary.



Russ arrived at the motel first. While he waited for Gary, he set out the implements he'd use, in addition to his hand, to administer the spanking: a ping pong paddle, a wide belt, and a thin belt. Next to the last item, he set a felt-tip marker on the bedside table. He'd use these instruments in the order he'd laid them out--first his hand, then the paddle, followed by the wide belt, and, for the grand finale, the thin belt, followed by the marker.



Those who lacked Russ' expertise in spanking sometimes assumed that the wider belt delivered more painful strokes than the thin belt. In reality, the narrower the implement, the more it hurt, because the lashes were more concentrated, covering less surface area. Thin belts bit cruelly, deeply, and very painfully into the buttocks. Invariably, they left welts and bruises. For this reason, Russ almost always employed them last.



Before he began to spank Gary, Russ would make Gary kiss his ass. He would also require Gary to kiss his cock and balls. Although Russ would enjoy these attentions, the main reason that he would insist upon them was that these actions would symbolize Gary's subservience to him. They would identify their roles. In receiving Gary's kisses upon his buttocks, cock, and ass, Russ would be asserting his dominance and superiority, just as Gary would be exhibiting his submission and inferiority. From the moment that Gary obeyed Russ' directive to kiss his ass and private parts, Gary would be assuming his proper place in their relationship, accepting his role as Russ' servant and slave. In the process, these simple acts of respect, adoration, and worship would elevate Russ to the position of Gary's lord and master. The spankings would reinforce these roles. Moreover, if the chemistry was right between them, Russ would order Gary to suck his cock.



Eventually, Russ might also command Gary to surrender his asshole and rectum to him as well. Once Russ had fucked him, whether with a dildo or his own cock, Gary would belong to him entirely; he'd become his property. Men seemed to sense the significance of allowing another of their sex to use their asses as cunts. They seemed to understand that such a surrender went beyond a merely sexual act. It was a total relinquishing of their manhood. Allowing another man to use them in such a manner made them less than men. It turned them into sluts. It made them male-bitches. In the process, this act made them objects--pieces of ass. After a man had allowed another guy to fuck him in the ass, he was forever and always a punk.



Russ doubted that Gary understood this consciously, but he was certain that he knew it on a much deeper, intuitive or instinctive level, for, in one of the earliest emails they'd exchanged, Gary had made it clear to Russ that he had never participated in anal intercourse, either as a giver or a receiver, and that he had no intention of doing so. Russ had pretended to accept Gary's refusal to engage in such behavior. In reality, he intended to strip away Gary's dignity, spanking by spanking, until, along with his self-respect, Gary had lost such inhibitions and actually begged Russ to commit the act that would forever make him Russ' bitch. Russ believed that he could succeed in his goal of fucking Gary in the ass by their fourth session together. After that, Gary would belong to him, body, mind, and soul.



A knock sounded on the door.



Russ answered it, smiling at the man whom he'd soon have naked over his knee. It was the first time they'd met. Russ had attached a photograph of himself to an email he'd sent Gary, but Gary had not reciprocated, saying he had no digitized picture to send in return. However, he had described himself as being an average-looking Caucasian, who was 55 years old, stood over six feet tall, and was somewhat overweight at 250 pounds, with small hazel eyes and brown hair, a circumcised cock that was about five and a half inches when erect, and an ass that was both smooth and soft without being flabby. His description, Russ saw, had been an honest one.



In the doorway, Gary extended his hand.



Russ shook it, inviting him into the motel room. "It's nice to finally meet you."



Gary smiled. "It's nice to meet you, too."



"I've been looking forward to our encounter."



"Me, too."



"I think you said you're a first timer?"



Gary remembered the email in which he'd made this confession. He felt as nervous now that he stood before Russ as he had when he'd first typed that admission in response to a query in the message from Russ to which he'd been replying. He gulped, nodding his head. "Yes, that's right."



"I'm experienced," Russ admitted, "but we're always first timers again whenever we meet someone for the first time, right?"



Gary nodded, offering Russ an uncertain smile. "I guess so."



Russ smiled in return. When he spoke, his voice was kind and casual. "Why don't we take off our clothes. I'd like to see you naked."



Gary swallowed, averting his eyes from the other's gaze. "Okay."



As he stripped out of his own clothes, Russ watched Gary undress; starting with his shirt. Gary had broad shoulders and a nicely sculpted, hairless chest. Russ smiled. He liked smooth men.



Next, Gary sat on the edge of the bed, removed his tennis shoes, and took off his socks. He tucked the white athletic socks inside his shoes. Then, standing, he unbuckled his belt and unfastened and unzipped his jeans.



Russ watched as Gary slid the denim down his sleek thighs, over his knees, and past his calves. Gary had well-shaped legs, neither overly muscular nor too slender. Stepping out of the dungarees, Gary draped them over the edge of the bed. He was now wearing only his underpants--"Y"-front white cotton briefs. Russ could see the small protuberance of Gary's genitals outlined through the thin material. At this point, Gary paused. He looked uncomfortable, as if he were having second thoughts.



Adopting an authoritative tone of voice, Russ said, "Keep going. I want to see your ass."



Gary took a deep breath. He seemed to realize that he'd reached a turning point, a point of no return. If he removed his underpants, exposing his private parts to another man, he'd have acknowledged his need to be dominated once and for all, finally and unequivocally. There'd be no fooling himself and no turning back. He'd never be able to say to himself again that he was merely "curious" about being spanked by another man.



"I'll be gentle," Russ said, his tone softer.



Gary hesitated another moment. Then, releasing his pent-up breath in a long sigh, he lowered his briefs past his ankles, stepped out of them, and revealed his complete nakedness to Russ, who smiled broadly.



"Wow! You have a gorgeous package," Russ complimented him. "Turn around, and let me see your bare ass."



Once again, Gary hesitated.



This time, his reluctance irritated Russ. "Do it!" he ordered.



Gary complied.



Russ, who was also naked, stepped behind Gary. His own cock was semi-erect from beholding Gary's smooth-bodied nudity, and he let the tip of his penis brush against the sleek mounds of the other man's buttocks. His hands cupped the smooth, soft cheeks of Gary's ass, squeezing the fleshly cushions in his tightening fingers. His thumbs and fingertips made deep indentations in the firm muscles. "Your ass is beautiful," Russ said.



"Thank you," Gary said, his tone hesitant and uncertain.



"It will be a joy to put roses in your cheeks and make you blush," Russ added, echoing the phrases that Gary had written in one of his early email messages. "What are we waiting for?" Russ released Gary's buttocks and sat on the edge of the bed. He patted one of his own naked thighs. "Lie across my lap," he directed.



Gary had made up his mind to go through with this, and he did as was told, lying down on the edge of the bed, ass up, his groin--and genitals--atop Russ' lap.



Russ' hand made circular motions upon Gary's backside, as if he were polishing the smooth mounds. "Your ass is gorgeous," he remarked. "Sleek and soft, without being flabby," he added, mimicking Gary's own emailed description of his buttocks, "it's as lovely as any woman's." It was as pretty an ass, Russ thought, as his wife's and, unlike his wife's bottom, Gary's ass was his.



"Thank you," Gary managed to answer.



The rotating, polishing motions continued as Russ caressed Gary's buttocks. "Relax and enjoy yourself," Russ advised. "You're too tense." His hands buffed Gary's sleek ass cheeks, swirling and whirling over the slopes, across the division of his cleavage, and up and down his flanks. His caresses were soft, gentle, tender. He placed the heels of his hands against the undersides of Gary's buttocks, stretching his fingers out over the smooth, vanilla mounds, and lightly raked his fingernails over the tight, firm flesh. The scratching sensation was extremely relaxing, and Gary sighed.



Next, Russ parted the cheeks of Gary's ass, disclosing the tiny dimple of his anus nestled between the satin-soft walls of his deep, steep cleavage. A thumb tenderly rubbed and stroked the tight ring of muscle around this diminutive portal into Gary's bowels, and Gary squirmed. Russ gave him a light slap on one of his buttocks. "Lie still," he commanded softly. "Relax and enjoy it. I'm not going to hurt you"--yet, he added to himself.



Gary lay still.



Russ jiggled the ball of his thumb within the circle of Gary's snug anus. Gently, he exerted pressure, and the tip of his thumb slid through Gary's asshole, to a depth of half the nail. Again, Gary squirmed, and, again, Russ delivered a smack to his ass, a little harder this time. "Lie still, I said!"



Gary obeyed.



Russ jabbed the tip of his thumb back and forth in an up-and-down motion, but was careful not to drive any more of the digit through Gary's anus. This time, Gary remained still. Satisfied, Russ removed his thumb and stroked the deep furrow between Gary's ass cheeks. "I love your ass," he said.



"Thank you."



"I'd love to fuck it," Russ declared.



"I don't do anal. I told you that."



Gary started to rise, but Russ placed a hand on his back, restraining him. "I know," he said, quelling Gary's fears. "Don't worry."



"I meant it," Gary insisted.



"I know. I told you I'd respect your limits, and I will. You need to trust me, Gary."



Mollified by these reassurances, Gary relaxed again, and Russ resumed his caressing and massaging of his ass. "If you'd try it, you'd like it, though," he suggested.



"I'm not going to try it."



"Your prostrate gland lies right above the base of your cock, accessible through your asshole," Russ lectured. "By massaging it, I could make you ejaculate without touching your cock."



"No, thanks."



"I'm not going to," Russ reassured Gary, "but just imagine a cock sliding back and forth inside your asshole; it would give you a hell of a prostate massage."



"That may be," Gary argued, "but I'm not interested. Can we drop the subject?"



"Sure." Russ smiled. He'd planted the seed. "That's not why we're here, anyway." He lifted his hand, keeping his fingers and thumb together and his palm flat, and brought it down, hard and fast, upon Gary's ass.



Gary leaped half a foot forward on the bed. "Ouch!" he cried.



His ass cheek bore the pink outline of Gary's hand.



"That's why we're here," Russ declared, and he smacked Gary's ass again, harder. 

