BILL’S
DIARY, Part 01
Author: John mailto:jc23a@hotmail.com
CHARACTERS
(Author) BILL ANDREWS
(29) is a shy man who lives in a
large four-bedroom house alone. Although he is gay he has never been involved
with any other man. His quiet nature makes him naturally submissive. He is 5’8”
and weighs 195, he likes to go to the gym and although he’s quite heavy for his
height he is in good shape.
In this series of stories,
Bill gets spanked a lot by the other characters.
JAMES HAYES (21) is a neighbour who often goes to the gym with Bill.
He is popular and quite c_o_c_k_y – and well endowed. He plays soccer and works
in a meat processing plant. He is 5’8” as well but only weighs 155.
James ordered Bill to keep
this diary and post it on the net.
GARY PETERSON (23) is another neighbour, at 5’10” he weighs 170 and is
lazy, untidy and very casual. This brown-eyed stud works in a warehouse and, it
must be said, he has a gorgeous arse!
ANTHONY HUGHES (21) a mutual friend of James and Bill, he is 6’1 and
weighs 150. Tall, lithe and very strong he is incredibly dominating. His blue
eyes and brilliant smile get him a lot of attention, he is incredibly handsome
and although he plays no sport and doesn’t work out he has natural musculature,
no body fat and lots of tattoos.
MARTY MOORE (27) is another friend of Bill’s. He’s a building worker
and has the build of an English Premiership soccer player. Although he’s
normally quiet and gentle, he tries out quite a few new things on Bill (and
Gary!)
DANIEL HAYES (18) is James’ younger, taller and thinner brother. If
arrogance had legs it would walk like Daniel Hayes. This guy is a bully, he
gets his way easily, and only James is able to stand up to him. Like Bill,
Daniel is exclusively gay, unlike Bill he is a top.
NICKY HUGHES (18) is Anthony’s brother and is virtually a copy of his
older sibling. He is kinky in his approach to others and despite his youth he
is well able to assert himself – forcefully. Nicky gets very angry is you tell
him he’s gay, even though he quite obviously is, but at eighteen he doesn’t
want to get pigeon-holed (or corn-holed!)
KENNETH PETERSON (22) is Gary’s cousin and James’ workmate. He’s 6’ and
weighs 165, brown eyes. This broad shouldered straight man packs quite a punch.
MARTIN PETERSON (21) is Gary’s openly bisexual brother and James’
workmate. He’s a little bit camp but certainly likes getting buried to the
balls in anything that moves. He has a one-track mind and will try anything,
once.
BILL’S DIARY, Part 01.
TUESDAY, 13th
February 2001.
James and I were showering
together after working out at the gym when I realized that my d_i_c_k_ was
getting hard! I turned away from him a bit, but it was too late, he had already
seen me getting hard. I didn't know what to think. I was getting hard in the
shower with a naked twenty-one year old male. James paused for a second.
"I can tell you like my
body. That's okay. I like being admired. But remember, you can look, but if you
try to touch, I'll f_u_c_k_ing kill you."
With that, he turned and
faced me. I slowly ran my eyes down his body. His short hair looked almost
black since it was wet. He played soccer and the exercise paid off. But I was
only really interested in his d_i_c_k_. I had never had a chance to get a good
look at it before. Soft, it looked about four or five inches long and quite
thick. Certainly he was better endowed than I was. He turned away from me. I
let my eyes linger, taking in the dimpled, firm mounds of his arse before I
turned away. I knew I would throw a full boner if I kept looking at him.
THURSDAY, 15th February 2001.
We went for a drink together, we talked and he brought up the incident
in the shower. He wanted to know what was up with me. Was I a steamer? I told
him that he was just a really good-looking lad and I had just been horny that
morning. He just stared at me with a smirk on his face then moved on to talk
about his latest girlfriend Muriel. Later we staggered back to my place and
collapsed into bed, me in the room at the back of the house and James in the
front room with the bay window.
FRIDAY, 16th February 2001.
We were a bit hung over the next morning, James works in a meat factory
but he didn’t go in that day. We cycled up to the gym at the airport and worked
out a while. After cycling home he showered in my house. I was changing in my
bedroom when he came through the door. He was dry, but still naked like me. He
sat on my bed. I looked at him.
"I got a problem,” he said.
"What's wrong?"
He grabbed his d_i_c_k_ and stroked it a bit. I watched as it grew in
his hand. Within seconds, he was holding about eight thick inches. I knew my
mouth had dropped open, so I closed it. He looked up at me.
"This is what's wrong. I am horny as hell and as you seem so
fascinated by d_i_c_k_ here that I thought you might like to take care of him
for me."
"Well, I... I think you are cute, James, but what about the fact
that I’m almost ten years older than you?"
He chuckled. "You may be older but you’re not going to be the one
in charge here. I’m going to order you to suck me off and you’ll just do as
you’re told. From here on in I order and you obey. Got it?"
I asked him about his girlfriend and he smiled. Muriel wasn’t into
sucking and James had realised that I might be willing. Even though he was
being a bit forceful I wasn’t go to let this opportunity slip by. I slowly
dropped to my knees.
"You like my d_i_c_k_ Bill?"
I nodded.
"Well, crawl over here and kneel at my feet, c_o_c_k_sucker."
I did as he ordered, my knees hurting on the hard floor. But I ignored
the pain and the humiliation of crawling on the floor to get closer to this
handsome young stud and his throbbing hard d_i_c_k_. He just grinned and
watched me. When I got in front of him, my face only inches from his d_i_c_k_,
I stopped and looked up at him. He was staring down at me. His d_i_c_k_ bobbed
just in front of my lips and I began to lean forward to take him in my mouth,
but his hand grabbed my ear and stopped me. He pulled my head back until my
eyes met his.
"I told you that we do this my way cunt. You got that? You do what
I say when I say, or I'm out of here. Understand?"
I was kind of shocked to hear him call me that word, (he knew I hated
the word) but just replied, "Yeah, James."
"You call me Sir, if you’re going to suck my d_i_c_k_."
"Yes, Sir," I replied.
That wasn't too much to do if it got me the chance to suck his d_i_c_k_.
I had accepted now that I wanted nothing more than to feel it slide into my
mouth.
"Go ahead, c_o_c_k_sucker. Beg me."
"Please, Sir. Please let me suck your d_i_c_k_. I am begging you,
Sir. Please let me lick your d_i_c_k_ and suck it, Sir. I want your d_i_c_k_ so
bad!"
He released his grip on my ear and I captured his d_i_c_k_ in my mouth.
I could taste the salty precum that was oozing from his slit. My tongue danced
over the head and I listened as he moaned in pleasure.
"Yeah, that's it c_o_c_k_sucker. Work my d_i_c_k_ with that tongue.
Make me feel good, faggot."
I reached up and ran my hands along his calves, feeling the sparse hairs
that grew there.
"No hands! You just use your mouth.”
I dropped my hands to my own d_i_c_k_ and began to stroke it as I slid
my lips down the length of his hot d_i_c_k_.
"F_u_c_k_ it!" he said, yanking his d_i_c_k_ from between my
lips. "I said you couldn't use your hands. Didn't you hear me?"
"I’m sorry James, please..." I began, but he interrupted.
"Shut up faggot! I told you. My way and don’t forget to call me
sir. You want me to stop and I walk out of here."
He pulled me to my feet and moved behind me, I could feel his shaft
along the crack of my arse.
"I'm going to get me some of your cunt later. I'm going to ram my
d_i_c_k_ up inside you and turn you into my cunt. Any man ever made you his
cunt boy?"
"No, sir."
James grinned, "Well an
old-fashioned spanking might get you warmed up if I decide to f_u_c_k_ you.
Over you go." He said as he dropped himself on the edge of the bed and
patted his knee.
I obediently draped myself
over James’ knees, my hands and feet touching the floor. He parted my legs and
rubbed my bottom. Then he started spanking, alternating from left to right
cheek.
By twenty, I was trying hard
not to cry out. Then he stopped for a minute. And the spanking began again.
Thirty, forty, then fifty and he paused to examine my bottom.
"Stand up."
My c_o_c_k_ was still rock
hard.
"Back into position."
The next fifty were more
painful. I was determined not to cry out, but couldn’t help wriggling.
"Stand up. Hands on
head. Bend over."
He examined my butt.
"Red, but not red
enough. Get me a wooden spoon."
"Oh, please, James. No
Sir. I'm sorry, Sir."
"Silence, boy. An extra
six for that outburst."
I ran to get the wooden
spoon from the kitchen. As I walked back towards him my fully erect c_o_c_k_
bounced up and down. It was humiliating. And there was nothing I could do about
it. I couldn’t try to push it away from him. I handed him the wooden spoon.
"I think you're ready.
Bend over the bed, boy. Head down. Bum up."
I took up the required
position. He stood behind me. The worst part was the waiting, knowing what's
about to happen and how it will feel. I spread my legs so he could get a good
view of everything.
"You agree you need a
sound spanking boy?"
"Yes, Sir. I know I
need it real bad, Sir. I'm ready Sir."
Whack. It stung. So did the
next five quickly delivered on the same spot on my left cheek. Then six were
given on my right cheek.
"Aah, Sir. Yes, oh yes.
Sir, thank you. Yes Sir, thank you Sir. I can take it Sir."
Whack! I was sliding over
onto the bed. Whack! I pushed myself back. Whack!
"Keep still, boy. I
don't want a moving target. Don't move."
Whack! Whack!
"Sorry Sir. I'm doing
my best. Sorry Sir."
Then James began to
alternate sides, covering my butt all over.
"Oh, please, Sir, I
promise I won't be bad again."
James got into a rhythm.
Slow and steady.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Good, boy. That's the
way. You're taking it well. Soon you'll be all hot and glowing, and ready for
my paddle."
Whack! Whack! Whack!
I grunted as each stroke
connected with my stinging arse.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
"That's the way, boy.
Keep still for me. Take your treatment. Make an effort for me, boy," he
kept encouraging me.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Yes Sir," I
whispered back. "Thank you, Sir."
Whack! Whack! Whack!
It really hurt, a stinging
pain. And I began crying. I found it real humiliating. I'm not a little kid.
I'm grown up and I should be able to take it. I poked my butt right up to show
him that despite the tears I'm doing my best.
"You need it harder
boy?" he asked.
"Yes Sir. Please Sir. I
can take it."
"Good boy. That's what
I like to hear."
I was determined to keep my
butt poked up for treatment but after the second set of six, I was really
sobbing. But I kept pushing my butt right up. The strokes got even harder.
"This is what you
need," he says. "Don't wriggle. We've only started, my boy."
I sobbed, gasping for air.
Whack! Whack! Whack! James placed a firm hand on my back.
"I see I'm finally
getting through to you. Another twenty-four of these should do the trick. I'd
like you to call them for me."
Whack!!
"Oh, one, Sir!"
Whack!!
"Oh, two, Sir!"
It seemed endless. I
concentrated on counting and deep breathing between strokes. If I got a number
wrong that one doesn't count. If I completely lose count, James said he would
start again from one. So I concentrated real hard.
My bottom felt like it was
on fire.
Whack!!
"Twenty four Sir. Thank
you Sir."
After the spanking he moved back in front of me and put his hands on my
shoulders. He pushed me to my knees and again I found myself with my mouth just
inches from his hard d_i_c_k_. Another drop of precum had formed and I leaned
forward and licked it off eagerly. I heard him laugh.
"Damn. What a f_u_c_k_ing faggot! So hot for my juice you can't
even wait for me to shove it in your mouth."
As he said that, he thrust his hips forward and several inches of his
thick d_i_c_k_ slid into my mouth. He pulled his knob back to just inside my
lips and then thrust back in, a bit deeper each time. His knob reached the
entrance to my throat and as I gagged, he held my head firmly between his hands
and forced it in deeper. Soon, my nose rested in his black pubic hair. He held
there, his d_i_c_k_ cutting off my air and I fought the urge to gag.
"Yeah. Soaking my d_i_c_k_ in your throat, boy. Feels good!"
His hands held my head more tightly. After a few seconds I began to
struggle, needing to get air.
He held his d_i_c_k_ completely down my throat for another few seconds,
until I began to get desperate, then he let go. I quickly dragged my head back
and inhaled deeply through my nose. I could hear James laughing. He thrust in
again. Soon, he had set up his pace and was roughly f_u_c_k_ing my face.
"Yeah, boy. Take my d_i_c_k_. Muriel won’t let me f_u_c_k_ her
throat raw, but you've got no choice, do you boy? F_u_c_k_ing eat my meat.
Yeah, c_o_c_k_sucker, you were born to suck a man's d_i_c_k_. You need a rough
f_u_c_k_ in the mouth real bad and I'm the man to give it to you!"
The speed of his hips had increased. My eyes were watering and my lips
and throat were starting to go numb from his pistoning d_i_c_k_. Still, my own
d_i_c_k_ throbbed and twitched between my spread legs. My arms pulled at the
tie around my wrists and I could tell that James liked watching me struggle,
but there was no way I could get free. I felt him twist my head back, managing
to get even deeper in my throat. I could now look up at him. His lips were
parted as he panted with the effort of his f_u_c_k_ing. He was looking right
down at me and my eyes met his.
"Going to cum in your mouth, c_o_c_k_sucker. Fill you up with my
wad and watch you drink it, bum-boy. Damn, a big man like you swallowing my
f_u_c_k_ing sperm. I can't wait to watch you drink my wad, boy. Yeah! Almost
there! OHH yeah! F_u_c_k_ing cumming in your mouth! Swallow it, Bill, swallow
the cum right out of my balls!"
I had no choice but to swallow. His d_i_c_k_ was buried deep in my
throat when the first spurt shot forth and I never even tasted it. But the
force of his orgasm jerked his hips back and two large salty spurts covered my
tongue. He then plunged in again, emptying more of himself down my throat. Then
he pulled back and held the head on my tongue. Another larger spurt of his hot
cum shot out, then he milked the shaft with his hand for a second. I flicked my
tongue over the head, lapping up the large drop of sperm he had squeezed out.
Then the palm of his left hand pushed against my forehead and knocked me back
onto the floor on my butt.
I looked up at James. His chest was covered with a thin sheen of sweat
and his face was flushed. He was still taking deep breaths from his exertions
that gave me a great view of his magnificent chest expanding and contracting.
My own d_i_c_k_ was leaking precum and in desperate need, but there was no way
I could give it any attention. James caught his breath, staring down at me
almost contemptuously and moved back to the bed. He sat on it again, his legs
spread wide. I saw that his d_i_c_k_ was still hard. Looking at him, sweaty and
his hard d_i_c_k_ throbbing and covered with my spit had me even more turned
on. I definitely wanted to suck this stud again! I didn't realize that his
plans were a lot different.
He looked at his watch –
“s_h_i_t_! Is that the time? I have to meet the lads for a pint!”
It was only six o’clock but
he had arranged to meet the others to watch a match in the pub. He quickly
pulled on some clothes and left me kneeling naked on the floor, embarrassed but
glowing with happiness after the time we’d had together.
After James had left I stood
up. My jaws were sore after their first experience of sucking d_i_c_k_, but my
arse was sorer from the spanking. I went into the shower and washed in cool
water, the hot sensation of my cheeks reminded me of what had happened. I
watched television for a while and then at about ten I went to bed.