Air Force Boys

Phil Phil.@bigpond.com

SPANKING MEMORIES

True real life spanking incidents involving the author. In the later chapters most of the victims are more than willing, however the earlier chapters contain accounts of punishments inflicted on unwilling youngsters by adults or other boys.

CHAPTER THREE

In 1976 at the tender age of sixteen and a half I joined the Royal Air Force, my parents were more than pleased at this and were convinced that military discipline would prevent me from becoming a delinquent. Little did they know that I was already well on the way to becoming a thorough sexual deviant and that my spell in the RAF would serve only to further fuel my passion for young men and spanking.

Six weeks of basic training, square bashing, weapons training and PT. Fifty two guys aged between sixteen and eighteen living thirteen to a dormitory, communal showers, PT every day. Absolute heaven, my fantasies ran wild but I dare not do anything about it. The memories still linger.

After basic training we were posted to different camps for various trade courses, this was all classroom stuff with PT thrown in twice a week. We still lived in large dormitories so there was still plenty to see.

Rough house play was frequently the order of the day in the barracks, guys lounged around wearing only shorts or underwear and strolled to the showers nude or with just a towel around them. Shaving cream fights often started in the showers and it was only a short step from covering a guy with shaving foam to grabbing a razor and shaving his chest and/or pubes, most guys myself included got the shaving treatment at least once. It was definitely a very hot experience to shave or be shaved and hard ons were very common although they were just laughed off. I never saw any real sexual action. Sometimes a guy would be tied to bed to be shaved but more often he was just held down as I was when it was my turn, I’m glad I wasn’t tied down, being held down by four naked guys while a fifth shaves around your cock and balls and more guys look on is an incredible experience.

After trade training we were all posted to our permanent units although we were still living in large rooms there was much less horse play. With no PT and no communal showers there was less nudity but there was far more scope to aquire underwear belonging to a cute guy and my collection continued to grow.

After eighteen months in the “real” Air Force I was sent back to my previous camp for advanced trade training, and so the horse play and rough housing kicked off again.

Grabbing a guy and stripping him was common, chucking him into a cold shower also happened a lot particularly if he came in pissed.

One night two guys from our room came in absolutely plastered, it was a Saturday night and they thought crashing around and turning on the lights would be OK well the rest of us in the room had other ideas and our drunken companions soon found themselves stripped to their underpants and frog marched to the showers.

The two guys in question, Paul and Nigel, were so pissed they put up very little struggle, Paul was about five feet nine, dark haired, very smooth but with hairy legs, he was wearing white Y-fronts. Nigel was about the same height, fair haired and a little stockier with almost no body hair, he was wearing mauve nylon briefs.

Both guys were thrown under icy cold showers before being stripped of their pants and shaved, Paul had quite a hairy arse crack and that was shaved too.

When we had done they stood at the line of wash basins and splashed water over themselves to get rid of the foam, I have no idea why they didn’t return to the showers. In the heat of the moment I was overcome with lust at the sight of these two eighteen year olds naked and shaved, I picked Paul’s soaking Y-fronts up from the floor and swung them hard across his lovely arse, the slap was very loud and drew the attention of all the others, who all thought it a great idea to give these drunken miscreants a good spanking. Within moments were being held very firmly bent over the sinks, someone else grabbed Nigel’s wet briefs and laid into his arse.

Wet underpants I discovered are excellent for whipping a boys arse, the fabric wraps itself around the buttocks and the end flicks hard around the side of the cheek furthest away from the spanker. I changed sides to even up the effect. At this point one of the other guys stripped of his pants and began to whip Paul from the side I had just left. Nigel was soon getting the same treatment. Every body wanted to have a go so the wet underpants changed hands and the punishment continued. I was keen to have a crack at Nigel’s cute round butt and I soon got my chance as we all changed places again. Nigel’s  arse was already very red when I started, I was very nearly out of control and I laid it on very hard. My cock was tenting out my briefs but since I was surrounded by other guys with hard cocks it didn’t seem to matter.

Paul and Nigel took a very hard spanking, we didn’t let up until they were both in tears sobbing and promising never to disturb the rest of us again. Both their arses were bright red and looking very sore, I would guess that each of them had taken at least fifty slaps maybe more.

Every one was soaking wet and there was shaving foam everywhere, we left it deciding that Paul and Nigel could clean it up tomorrow. We all dried off and went to bed, as soon as the lights went out I stroked my hard cock and shot an enormous load everywhere.

Nigel and Paul still had very sore arses the next day and the sight of them in the showers caused me to dash off for another wank.