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Delivering pizza wasn't much of a job, but it helped keep me in school, and it did give me the opportunity to meet some very interesting people. Such was the case with Lance Gilbert.
Mr. Gilbert was one of my most frequent, and better tipping customers. Judging by the way he eyed me up and down when I made his deliveries, I was almost certain he had a crush on me, which I found flattering as hell given the fact that he was such a great looking guy. Gilbert looked to be in his mid to late forties. His eyes were a steely, blue-gray, set off by his graying hair. He was an exceptionally attractive man with a sexy smile and what appeared to be a firm, lean body. He was also the fatherly type, which really turned me on.
Late one evening, as my shift was ending, I made a delivery to Mr. Gilbert. As luck would have it, his was my last stop, so when he invited me in to chat, I was able to accept his hospitality. "Tell me, young man," Gilbert asked, "do you go to the university?"
I nodded. "My first year."
I noticed his eyes widen as they fell wantonly upon the bulge that had begun to fill the basket of my jeans. I was so attracted to the man I couldn't help becoming aroused. I sensed that the lust was mutual, no one had ever looked at me with such yearning before.
"If you attend the university, you must be older than you look," said Gilbert. He visibly beamed with excitement when I told him I was only eighteen. "It must be very lonely being away from home for the first time. With school and work you probably haven't had much of an opportunity to meet new friends?"
"You're right about that," I said. "I'm afraid my hectic schedule doesn't allow much time for socializing."
Over a bottle of wine, Mr. Gilbert and I spent the next two hours talking. Time had gotten away from me, before I knew it, it was two A.M. "Why don't you spend the night," Gilbert suggested. "I have a perfectly wonderful guest room. You're welcome to it if you like." "I appreciate your generous offer, but I wouldn't want to inconvenience you." I shivered from head to toe when he reached out and gently place a hand on my knee.
"Don't be silly. I feel as though we're old friends. I would love to have you as my guest."
My cock twitched restlessly in my pants. I gave him a school boy grin and reached out and patted his hand. I knew I should go back to the dorm, but I heard myself accepting his offer. He was elated, his stare becoming so tense I could almost feel his eyes caressing me. He was all but panting by the time he got around to showing me the guest room. "It's a bit warm in here don't you think?" said Gilbert. "Why don't you take off your shirt? Or better yet, why don't you let me take it off for you?"
I stood as if I'd been encased in ice as Gilbert came toward me, his hands reaching out to unfasten the row of buttons that ran down the face of my shirt. "I'll bet a hot, young stud like you jacks off a lot." His hands were now pressed firmly against my bare chest, sliding up over my shoulders, causing my shirt to fall down over my arms. "You ever get caught playing with cock?"
"Only once," I confessed. "By my dad."
"What happened?" Asked Gilbert.
"Nothing happened!"
Sighing, shaking his head, Gilbert said. "I would have given you a good spanking." I shivered as he ran his hands down my smooth torso.
I snickered coyly. "My dad's a pretty understanding guy, and besides, I was sixteen, a little old to be spanked."
"Nonsense," Gilbert rebutted, unfastening the front of my pants, stripping me down to my boxer shorts. "You're never too old to be spanked. My cock was stabbing out against the front of my underwear like a tent pole.
"Tell me," said Gilbert. "Exactly how long has it been since you were last spanked?"
I couldn't remember exactly. I shrugged. "I was a kid; ten or so, I suppose."
Gilbert took my hand and rubbed it over the enormous bulge straining against the crotch of his pants. "Then you're long over due," he said, gasping as I squeezed his hard cock.
He took my hand and forced it between my own legs. "If I was your dad, I would spank you for touching yourself like that." "Don't you think that would be a little excessive?" Gilbert smiled. "Sometimes a little discipline is just what the doctor ordered." I wasn't so sure I agreed with his philosophy, but I was intrigued enough to be horny as hell. "Be honest," said Gilbert. "Right this minute, if you were alone, you'd be stretched out naked on the bed, stroking that big, persistent hardon that's been nagging you since you arrived. Am I right?" I wasn't accustom to such candid talk. He was making me blush, but I was willing to play along. "Okay, let's assume you're right, and you were to come along and catch me beating my meat. What would you do?"
"Oh, that's easy," said Gilbert, reaching into my underwear to feel me up. "I'd have to put you across my knee and give you a spanking you'd never forget." Oddly enough, the thought of feeling his hand stinging my buttocks turned me on even more. It didn't take a genius to see that Gilbert was bursting at the seams to play Daddy Dearest.
"I'm not sure I fully understand this discipline theory of yours," I said, shrugging naively. "I guess you're going to have to show me." Gilbert was so overwhelmed with the prospect of spanking my bare ass, he was on the brink of hyperventilation. This was a whole new scene for me. I hoped I wasn't making a mistake.
Gilbert went across the hall to the bathroom while I stretched out on the bed and began rubbing my cock. After several minutes, I heard the bathroom door ease open. I knew he was watching, but I pretended not to notice. If I understood my role correctly, for all practical purposes, I was alone, or at least was expected to pretend to be alone.
Slowly I pulled down the front of my boxer's and ran my fingers lightly over the sparse hair that covered my tingling nuts. The purplish tip of my dickhead had burst through its snug foreskin sheath and glistened wet with pre-cum. The internal reservoir of semen behind my swollen balls ached in its attempt to contain my ever growing lust. A tense passionate sweat matted the hair in my armpits, it dotted my upper lip, and streamed down the crack of my ass.
The instant I locked my fingers around the shaft of my steely eight-inch cock, Gilbert stepped out into the room. He had stripped down to his underwear. His huge cock looked like it was about to rip through the strained fabric. The salt and pepper hew of his coarse, dense body hair beamed with the unmistakable sheen of authority. "What the hell are you doing," he growled in an almost frantic voice. He was so good at this game it was difficult to know whether he was being serious, or just role playing.
I let the front of my shorts spring back up to cover my tumult manhood. "I didn't here you come in," I gasped. Gilbert charged up to the side of the bed, his eyes focusing on the huge wet spot my weeping pisshole had made on the front of my boxer's. "What were you doing?" He shouted angrily.
"Nothing. Just taking a nap's all."
"Then what the hell is this?" He yelled, pointing to the circle of cock slime staining my underwear. "Don't lie to me. I know exactly what you were doing. What have I told you about playing with yourself?"
"That I shouldn't," I answered sheepishly.
"And what did I say was going to happen the next time I caught you?"
"Please. You don't understand. I try to resist playing with my cock, but sometimes I get so horny I just can't help myself."
Gilbert grabbed me by the arm, yanked me from the bed and shook me like a rag doll. His strength was nothing short of phenomenal as he ripped off my underwear and stared wantonly at my stiff, waging cock.
Looking into his stern eyes made me feel weak and vulnerable. He had succeeded in making me feel like a helpless adolescent; a frightened boy at the mercy of a brutally strict father.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled me down across his knees, pinning my hard cock between his strong, muscular thigh. I had not realized how large his hands were until one of them came down across my naked buttocks. The sting was so keen it nearly took my breath away. I felt the cheeks of my ass being spread apart. My punishment was momentarily suspended while he gazed into my fur lined crack to marvel at the splendid sight of my crimson pucker. Again his hand came down across my tender ass, and again I winced with pain. Tears were actually welling up in my eyes.
The fire burning in my ass penetrated the surface of my flesh, descending to engulf my pent up semen, my unreleased jism immediately went from a slow simmer to a raging boil. I pushed my cock into the meat of his rock hard thigh. The graininess of his wiry hair felt abrasive against the sensitive underbelly of my elongated cock. I found myself humping, eagerly looking forward to the next strike of his hand. I whimpered softly when I felt a single finger invade the steamy depths of my rectum. While banging my tight hole with one hand he again cracked against my reddened buttocks with the other. This time I cried out, not only because of the pain, but because of the pleasure as well. Gilbert's thigh grew tense as he raised his hand to swat me again. The enormous wad of cum that had been welling up in the base of my twitching cock was now on the verge of erupting. I thrust my groin against his thighs as his hand stung my ass one last time. It was more than I could stand. I trembled with manly ecstasy as the ultimate point of no return consumed me. Gilbert hoisted me out of his lap and made me face him, standing between his gaping knees. My legs were like rubber as I reached for my spurting cock, but he slapped it away, leaving my veiny fuck muscle to flop and flex like an out of control fire hose. My body jerked spastically as whipping ribbons of thick, creamy cock juice splattered across Gilbert's hairy chest. The last of my wad was still oozing from my pisshole when he pulled me back down on the bed. "You're not getting off that easy," Gilbert sneered. "I'm not finished with you yet." I shuddered to think what he had in store for me next.
Forcing my knees up into my chest, and pulling my now semi-flexible cock back between my gaping thighs, Gilbert filled the crack of my ass with my slimy cylinder. I held tightly to the backs of my knees as he manipulated the spongy apex of my organ into my juicy anal pucker. The blend of pain and pleasure was so intense it quickly had my swollen pods on the brink of popping a second time.
"I'm gonna cum!" I hissed. "My fucking nuts feel like they're going to explode."
Gilbert released my flexing cock, allowing it to pop out of my ass and recoil like a triggered catapult against my belly. Wiggling and squirming, frantic to touch myself, but lot allowed to, my manhood launched the contents of it hot, frothy burden across my heaving chest. Gilbert reached down and scooped up the creamy strands of spent cum. "Eat it!" he demanded, cramming his tangy fingers into my mouth. "Eat every fucking drop."
I had not yet caught my breath when he pushed me off the bed and forced me to sit on the floor between his gaping knees. Pulling down the front of his shorts he set loose his agonizing organ. Suddenly, nine inches of throbbing dick was staring me in the face. His huge, hairy nuts were already drawn up tight against his body as he started stroking his rigid slab of meat. "Suck it," he shouted, grabbing a fist full of my hair, forcing my face into his steamy crotch. "Suck my big, juicy cock."
As he continued to masturbate, I hesitantly took the bloated knob of his spicy organ into my mouth and savored the taste of male flesh.
"That's it, you pretty little cocksucker" Gilbert panted. "Eat my big, fuck rod."
The arousing, musky scent of Gilbert's manhood seemed to surrounded me. Pre-cum and spit slithered down his pulsating shaft, saturating his stroking fist, causing it to make a sticky, sloshing sound as he steadily worked his meat toward an orgasm. He was almost there, Teetering on the brink of ecstasy, I could see the passion mounting in his handsome face. I spit out the head of his dick and shook with anticipation.
Swollen tight with the lust surging though his veins, the mushroom shaped crest of his magnificent cock heaved, squirting a devastating volley of gooey jism across my face. Cum ran down my cheeks and dripped from my chin. It oozed across the bridge of my nose, and stung the corners of my eyes. My God, it was absolutely wonderful! Hot, sticky and wonderful. I soon realized that my relationship with Mr. Gilbert was something special. I had obviously been lacking discipline, and I now had a mentor to guide me down the straight and narrow. I now know how really important it is for a young man to have a strong authority figure in his life. He needs someone whom he can rely on for guidance and understanding. I couldn't ask for a better role model than Mr. Gilbert. He's truly my kind of man.
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