GARETH 01 - MEETING THE MASTER.

Author: John mailto:jc23a@hotmail.com

GARETH 01 - MEETING THE MASTER.

My new boyfriend Gareth is a very quiet bloke. He stands just short of six foot and works in a warehouse – it was his physical strength that attracted me to him first. Okay, that’s a lie! I was attracted to him because he is drop dead gorgeous. His silent strength and his smouldering dark eyes are what led me to fall head over heels with this twenty-three year old.

We met by accident at a Newsagent’s. He was ahead of me at the cash desk and I was staring at him from behind wishing that he were gay. Then my fairy godmother waved her magic wand and as he was reaching for his wallet he dropped the copy of Gay Times that he had discretely deposited between his newspaper and a computer magazine. I bent over and handed it to him, he blushed. I looked at his copy of PC World and laughed.

“So you read politically correct world do you?”

He smiled and fumbled as he handed the pile to the young man behind the counter. You could light a candle from his face he was that embarrassed. He paid the clerk and scurried clumsily out of the shop.

I bought my paper and left. It looked like it was a fisherman’s story for James and the lads tonight. You know those stories about the one that got away? And I imagined that I could have held my arms out and declared “he was that big!”

As I left the shop I saw him standing waiting outside.

“Thanks mate!” he said as I walked slowly by.

“You’re welcome bud, we fairies have to stick together!” I said as I smiled over at him.

His face froze, “I’m no fairy!” he said.

Realising that he might indeed be politically correct I stopped, “okay then we vaginal interest challenged people must stick together!”

He laughed at this, “sorry mate, that was a bit snappy, it’s just I hate being called a fairy!”

We both began walking down the street.

“Want to go for a pint?” I asked.

“Are you trying to pick me up?” he asked back in a tone somewhere between menacing and threatening.

“No!” I said, “it’s easy to pick up little light fairies, but I don’t think I’d be strong enough to pick up a big heavy ogre like you!”

He laughed, “Bit of a quick-wit aren’t you?”

“Sometimes, Mark is the name!”

“Gareth!”

We walked a few more steps in sudden silence.

“Still want to go for that pint mate?” he asked.

That was the beginning. We met, had a pint and a chat, exchanged phone numbers and met again the next evening for a pint. After a week we went for a few pints and then back to my place for coffee and hopefully more. It was only coffee. During the first few weeks we became inseparable buddies. We called each other after work, he joined me for coffee every evening at my place and we talked together for hours. Gareth was the quiet home loving type that spoke of loyalty and friendship, just what I needed most!

By the end of the month we were beginning to talk about the vague possibility of becoming a couple. As for s_e_x_, well Gareth believed that only people who were living together should sleep together and the need to sleep with him was almost killing me. I was longing for the day that he would stop chatting and move in with me. At the same time my own social pattern had changed. I stopped going to the pubs, clubs and pick-up joints that I had haunted for the last five years. Every evening was dedicated to coffee and chat with Gareth. What had come over me? One month earlier I was an insatiable c_o_c_k_-hound and here I was suddenly keeping myself for this man! For over a month the nearest we got to having any physical relationship was a kiss and a grope from him on the sofa every evening just before he left. But, at ten o’clock Gareth would routinely gather his stuff and go home leaving me and my hand to imagine what might have been.

After our fourth Saturday together I rang a friend of mine called James.

“Hey Mark, where have you been? I haven’t seen you in ages!”

“Snuggled up with a new boyfriend!” I replied.

James laughed – “are you settling down at last?”

“I don’t know … he’s kind of special …”

“Man you’re losing it!” James said, “This bloke must be something else in bed! What is it? He’s got a twelve inch langer or something?”

“I don’t know we haven’t slept together yet!”

“Slept together!” he roared, “since when have you, the most insatiable bottom in Newcastle, called getting f_u_c_k_ed sleeping together?”

I sensed a certain amount of derision in his tone.

“Listen Mark, what you need is a good shafting! Do you want me to drop by and service that arse of yours?”

Now tempting and all as it is to have James do me doggy (his favourite position) I found myself refusing his offer. “Thanks James, but no thanks. It wouldn’t be right!”

“Are you losing it Mark?”

“No … it’s just … well … I’m kind of saving myself for him!”

“I don’t believe it! A born again virgin!” he was laughing unapologetically and I wanted to hang up.

“What’s his name?” he asked composing himself a bit.

“Gareth,” I relied with almost a snap.

“And when do I get to meet him?”

“If you keep on like this you won’t!”

“Okay relax! I’m off clubbing with the lads tonight, if you want you can come along and bring this chap as well.”

“You know something?” I relaxed as I began to speak, James wasn’t annoying me anymore, we haven’t been out together yet!”

“Really?”

“Yep!”

“Hey Mark-boy, you is in love boy!”

We both laughed as we said goodbye, I walked back into the kitchen and stared out the window – yes! I was in love!

When Gareth came by a few hours later I decided it was time to talk. I was excited at my discovery. I began to babble on and on about my conversation with James when Gareth approached me and placed his finger on my lips.

“Shut up for a minute!” he ordered gently.

I stopped. Stunned by his seeming change of attitude I stared wide-eyed at him as he crossed over the room and sat on the couch. He patted the seat beside him as an invitation to join him. I was about to speak but he held his hands to his lips and said “Shush!”

I walked silently over and sat beside him, he began to speak.

“I appreciate that you are probably more accustomed to sleeping with your dates from the word go!” he stated matter-of-fact.

I was insulted, okay it’s true but it doesn’t mean that I enjoy being called a slut by a bloke that I was in love with. I was about to protest but he quietly cautioned me to be silent. I complied.

“I would like us to be together but there are certain things you should know first of all. The first of these is I am looking for a relationship with somebody who loves me. Do you love me Mark?”

I nodded enthusiastically.

“Say it then!”

“I love you Gareth!”

He smiled, a smile I will never forget. I was about to speak when he leaned over and kissed me full on the lips.

“Now!” he said as he sat back up, “the second thing I want you to be aware of is that I want my lover to pay a lot of attention to me and not just to this!”

With that he took my hand and planted it in his own crotch. My head spun, it wasn’t the twelve that James had suggested, but it was somewhere between eight and ten!

“Other blokes spend their time trying to get at it and forget that I’m attached to it. If you love me then I will love you, and if I love you this will be your reward!”

“Vain bastard!” I thought to myself still holding my reward, he gently took my hand away. I was beginning to think that I had struck gold and that we would be upstairs in a matter of moments, but Gareth began to speak again.

“The last thing I want to say is that I like to take the lead all the time!”

I looked at him in shock, sure I loved taking it up the arse, but I wasn’t that sure that I wanted to become one hundred percent receptive. I do have a dick of my own after all! He sensed my hesitation and smiled. Again my resolve shattered in the warmth of that smile of his.

“They’re the traditional wedding vows you know!” he remarked.

I looked at him confusedly.

“To love, honour and obey!” he explained.

“Oh! Right!”

“So will you love honour and obey me?”

Throwing caution to the wind (and myself into his arms at the same time) I cried out “YES!”

“Good!” he said pushing me away gently, “take next week off work and we’ll go away together on Friday!”

With that, he kissed me and went home!

As soon as he left I rang James. I was like an excited schoolgirl after her first kiss. I got his answering machine, I had forgotten, he was gone clubbing. I was agitated and walked around my house with no sense of purpose, I had just promised to love, honour and obey a s_e_x_-god and in only five days I would be ending what had become almost a vow of chastity. I could hardly wait!

On Monday Gareth rang me. He told me that he had booked a cottage in the country for the week. It all sounded nice and remote. I would be away with him for almost ten days of what I hoped would be unbridled passion.

“Are you coming over?” I asked.

“Naw!” he replied, “I have to do overtime to get this week off, I’m shagged! See you Friday at six!”

“He’s shagged?” I thought to myself as I hung up, “lucky bastard! I wish I was!”

I called in sick on Friday and packed to go away. The whole week had been a nightmare of anticipation. I packed enough clothes and underwear for a week in my bag, then I ran down to the chemist to get some condoms. Yes, Gareth had said that other blokes were only interested in his dick. That meant he wasn’t a virgin and also meant that we couldn’t bareback. I bought four dozen – hope springs eternal!

When Gareth arrived the condoms were on the kitchen table. He walked over and playfully swatted my arse.

“Ouch!” I said as I reached around to hug him, “what was that for?”

“What is the third thing I told you?”

It took a moment for me to realise what he was asking, “Oh yeah! You like to take the lead!”

“Always!”

“Yeah you told me that!”

“So why did you buy those?”

“In case you needed them!”

“If I need them, then I’ll get them. Please remember I am very fussy about always taking the initiative!”

“I’ll remember from now on,” I promised.

“Good,” he said and then smiled and kissed me, “okay honey, let’s go!”

GARETH 02 - A VOYAGE OF DISCOVERY

Suitably chastised for the condom incident we drove west towards the Lake District. I chatted quite excitedly in the car; Gareth was driving so he didn’t say too much.

“I’m so looking forward to spending time with you over the next few days,” I said.

Gareth smiled over at me, boy he had a killer smile! “If it goes well we might even get around to making out together!” he said.

That took me by surprise. I knew immediately that I had to play my cards right here. The condom incident had been a strong reminder that the hunk beside me likes to initiate all the time; I admit that I had nothing else on my mind other than spending the next ten days impaled on his dick!

“Do you think we’re ready for it?” I asked a bit nervously.

Gareth smiled and looked over at me – “there’s a service area just ahead. We had better get something to eat before we hit Cumbria, there’s shag all in the Lake District in the line of places for us to stop at this hour!” He never answered my question.

We drove on in silence for about two miles. Conversation was a bit strained after his refusal to answer the question I asked. This was by far the most difficult relationship I had ever attempted with another bloke. Gareth was a mystery. Here he was, sitting beside me an absolute hunk oozing modesty – against that his silence screamed power. I wondered was I dealing with an ego I couldn’t handle? Was I so crazy for c_o_c_k_ that I would sell my soul if that were what was necessary to get at his one? Was I just get tired of promiscuity and looking forward to a meaningful relationship for once in my life? Was James right – had I fallen in love? I had no answers, and even if I had there was little I could do about my present situation, it was a long way to walk back to Newcastle and I had to take the gamble that this week could be heaven but just might equally be hell!

We pulled into the Forte just off the motorway. Gareth hopped out of the car and scurried off towards the buildings – I guessed he needed a pee. He looked comical as he waddled towards the door. I needed to pee as well so I closed the card doors, locked them and followed him inside.

He was standing alone at the urinal when I walked in. I stood behind his and took a quick glance at the torrent that was gushing from his c_o_c_k_. What I had felt inside his trousers last week was beautiful. My apprehension in the car died immediately. These eight inches of smooth wonder would be adequate compensation and reward for the last, almost six, weeks of frustration.

“Stop peeping!” he ordered.

I quickly recomposed myself and looked at the spotless white tiles in front of me as I emptied my own bladder. I could sense him finishing off beside me, he began to shake the mammoth and then I heard him pull up his flies with a grunt.

As he walked behind me towards the hand-basins he landed a sharp crack on my arse. I nearly fell into the urinal.

“Ouch!” I yelped, “that hurt!”

“It was meant to!” he replied, “see you outside!”

When he left the room I put my hand on the spot he had slapped. My cargo pants and boxers were small protection from his blow. My arse felt warm and cosy, my boxers were bunched up. “Kinky bastard!” I reprimanded myself as I realised that I enjoyed the feeling.

When I joined him in the cafeteria he smiled as I sat down. Just as my arse hit the seat I winced.

“What’s up Mark?” he asked with a wry smile.

“My arse is a bit sore after that slap!” I whispered.

“No need to whisper mate, there’s nobody near us to hear!”

A waitress came over and Gareth ordered chicken curry and chips for himself, I asked for the smoked cod. The waitress smiled at us and left.

“So,” he began, “it was only meant to be a playful slap. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Sorry!”

“Oh there’s no need to apologise!” I replied quickly, “I … well … you know … I don’t know how to say this but … I kind of liked it!”

“Liked what?”

“You know …” I began nervously, “I sort of like the warm feeling you left there.”

“On your bum?”

“Yeah! On my bum!”

“Really?” Gareth grinned and flicked his eyebrows up. It was a different smile to the one he normally gave, a kind of sly ‘there’s something I’m not telling you yet’ smile.

“Yes, really!”

“Are you into kinky stuff Mark?” he asked.

I had no idea where this was leading to, none whatsoever. I had imagined that Gareth was tender but unimaginative. I didn’t for one minute believe that he was into anything like a fetish or kinky stuff. I stared at him with my mouth open.

“You’d better close your mouth in case the flies get in!” he cautioned laughing.

I wanted to reply that it would be better if it were what was behind his flies but I was unsure of my ground here. “Gareth, where is this leading?” I asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean are you asking me am I into getting my arse whipped …” Just at that moment the waitress reappeared as if from nowhere and landed two awful looking meals in front of us. I blushed, I was sure she heard what I was saying.

“Enjoy your meal!” she chimed as she waddled away holding back a laugh.

When she was safely out of earshot I whispered to Gareth, “I think she heard us!”

“And?”

“Well maybe we should talk about this in the privacy of the car!”

“Mark! You’ve told me about your past and about how you have chased everything in a pair of tight jeans for the last five years. You’ve admitted that you often never even asked the name of the bloke that was ramming his dick up your hole, and now you tell me that we should be private? I don’t understand that at all!”

I looked at him, I could feel my own embarrassment as my face reddened and my eyes welled up. “Maybe I’m learning something from you!” I admitted.

“What do you mean?”

I looked at him and wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, “I think the last few weeks have made me think about self respect and privacy a bit more than I have ever considered in my life to now!”

There, I had admitted it. The years of promiscuity that were my past were now an embarrassment to me. Gareth had opened a deeper side of me that made me mature from the sensual to the emotional. Six weeks since the day in the newsagent’s and I was a changed man.

“Eat up and we’ll go, we have a big evening ahead of us!” he said with his familiar smile back again.

We both looked down at our meals and laughed, mine had more oil dripping off it than Saudi Arabia produces in a year. I tried to eat but it was plain awful. I didn’t know if it was the grease or my stomach that was worse. Gareth’s chicken curry was dried out and obviously fresh from the microwave. He made a brave attempt but gave up half way.

We paid the waitress and left. I couldn’t wait to get out of the place. We went into the newsagent’s and bought some crisps and chocolate, we were both still starving. As we walked out he grabbed my arm and pulled me to face him. I looked at him quizzically.

“We met at a newsagents and now we’re back at one. I have a question for you that I should have asked you outside the newsagents six weeks ago. Do you want us to be together?”

I looked at him in awe and wonder, “yes!” I whispered, “of course I do!”

He pulled me closer and, in the middle of the crowded mall, he kissed me for the first time.

“Come on you two, on your way!” a security man appeared and the two of us walked hand in hand back to the car.

When we reached the car Gareth unlocked the driver’s door, (no central locking) and smiled at me across the roof.

“You never finished what you were saying back there!” he remarked.

I looked at him and shrugged, “saying what?”

“About getting your arse whipped!”

“NO!” I answered emphatically.

“Pity!” he muttered as he sat into the car. He leaned over and opened my door.

“What do you mean ‘pity’?” I asked with some annoyance as I sat in beside him.

“I mean it’s a pity that you’re not into it, that’s all!”

I was stunned. Maybe I wasn’t the chastest man in Newcastle but I wasn’t into bondage or other weird stuff. I couldn’t believe that this gentle giant was a fetishist. ‘God!’ I thought to myself, ‘you’re such a thick bastard, how is it that you picked up such a weirdo?’ A cold silence fell as I mulled over the situation. Should I go home now? What if he’s a serial killer that lures people to their deaths in the countryside? I had read about people like that, there was one active in Scotland at the time. S_h_i_t_! I stared blankly ahead of me, my face drained in fear. I would fight him if he tried anything! Six weeks of talk and none of this had been obvious to me. Six weeks and I thought I was with a gentle giant who wanted to set up home, now I was sitting in a car with the type of person that could be the headline on tomorrow’s tabloids. I could just imagine it – PHANTOM MENACE STRIKES AGAIN – another body found beaten and dismembered, the obvious work of …

“What are you thinking about?” he asked me.

“Are you into it?” I answered, nervously.

“No!” he replied calmly, “I don’t like to hurt people. I’ve been hurt often enough myself, I’m not into making other people suffer at all!”

I breathed a sigh of relief, “and I thought you were bringing me out here to kill me!” I blurted.

“WHAT?” he howled and nearly went off the road.

“I though that you were one of these sickos that lures people unsuspectingly to a remote place and then beats them and kills them!”

Gareth laughed; “God Mark, you’ve such an imagination! Is this because I asked you were you into getting your arse whipped?”

“Yes!” I admitted.

He pulled in at the side of the road and looked at me; “I never said that I was into it and I don’t want you to be afraid. Now, if you’re upset and want to go back to Newcastle we can do it now. No problem, okay?”

“Well, when you said it was a pity I wasn’t into it I got scared!”

Gareth laughed gently, “Mark, Mark, Mark, I gave you a slap in the toilet because I didn’t like the way that you were checking me out there. It wasn’t meant to hurt; it was just a gentle reprimand. The reason I said pity was because of what you said afterwards!”

I looked at him and he smiled.

“You said you were learning to respect yourself and I thought – Wow! One little slap and the man wants privacy – if discipline is what he needs than an accelerated course of same would be desirable!”

“I’m sorry!” I said, “This way of relating is still new to me.”

“There’s no need to make excuses Mark, I understand! So what do you want to do? Go on or turn back?”

“I want to go on!”

“Sure?”

“Positive!”

We talked for the rest of the journey about the misunderstanding and how easy it is to make mistakes. Gareth told me that he had never spanked or been spanked nor even hit or been hit by anybody since he was in primary school.

“But you’ve slapped me twice today!” I countered.

“That’s different!” he protested, “you’ve such a cute arse and a bad behaviour record that those slaps were necessary!”

“And I enjoyed them!”

“Really?”

“Well, only because they came from you!”

He leaned across and we kissed again. Our tongues met in a wet wallow as we held each other tightly.

“We’d better get out of here!” Gareth said pulling away from me and restarting the engine, “we could get arrested if we were caught here!”

We turned on the radio and I stared out the window at the darkening fields around me. My confidence in Gareth was completely restored and I felt a bit bad about the way I had been thinking about him being a psychopath. Gareth was the nicest bloke I had ever met. I wished I were more like him. As I was thinking about how I was changing I wanted to more like him each day since I first met him, I wished I was like him now but I was only beginning to learn. James was right I was in love! I was so in love that I wanted to be like Gareth now. His suggestion of an accelerated learning process occurred to me then, no way! I wasn’t into pain! But then, if he was to be my model and mentor then I would submit to him … or would I? I didn’t know.

“What are you thinking about?” Gareth’s voice woke me from my daydreaming.

“Nothing!” I lied.

“Don’t lie to me Mark! What were you thinking about?”

“Guess!”

“I don’t know but I suspect you’re either thinking about what a plonker you are for thinking I was a psycho or maybe thinking about what we’re doing for the week!”

“… Or maybe the accelerated learning programme!” I added.

“It was only an aside mark, stop bothering yourself with it!”

“I wasn’t bothered by it Gareth! I was thinking that the idea had some merit!”

“Look Mark I’m sorry I ever mentioned it. Neither of us have ever done anything like that before, there’s only one part of me that is going to be paying attention to your bum this week, that part is hanging between my legs! Not my hand, my belt, my shoe … understand?”

“Are we going to have s_e_x_ this week?” I asked hopefully. It was the first time that he had ever mentioned it.

“Don’t play innocent! Why else would you have bought a crate of condoms?”

“Party balloons!”

“You do need a good hiding you cheeky sod!”

“Gareth!” I said firmly “… I have been thinking about something and I want to say it!”

“Go ahead! Speak!”

“Since the first day I saw you I have wanted to be with you. I want to be like you and I respect you so much you couldn’t understand it.”

“S_h_i_t_!” Gareth laughed, “better take off the roof before my head swells too big for the car!”

“Listen!” I snapped, “for once in my life I’m being serious! I love you and I want to be with you, you do things to me that no man has ever done before!”

“Such as?”

“You’ve taught me the beginnings of self-respect!”

“Self-respecting people don’t ask to get their arses whipped!”

“Nor would I unless…”

“Unless what?”

“Unless it was from you!”

“Why me?”

“Because you’re the first person to be a positive role model in my life since school. I want to be like you and be liked by you. That is why I am asking you to teach me how to be a better person!”

“But we can do that without me hitting you!”

“Yes! We can. But I would like you to consider an accelerated learning programme when you think it’s necessary.”

“Maybe we could talk about this again sometime…”

“No Gareth!” I cut across him, “it was your suggestion and something that you thought a good idea. I trust you and I want you to bring your suggestion to its logical conclusion!

“Like hammer your arse for cutting across me?”

“If you think it’s necessary then I’ll willingly accept it!

“I don’t want to!”

“But I need you to!”

“No you don’t!”

“Will you do it?”

“It’s not right!”

“Will you do it?”

“There are other more gentle ways available!”

“If you really love me you will do it!”

“I don’t want to!”

“But if I need it I want you to do it!”

Gareth went silent. He realised that my insistence exposed a genuine need for his discipline in my life. He looked over at me and I could see a tear in the corner of his eye.

“Will you do it?” I asked.

“I will do it,” he said slowly and silently, “but only if you really need it and I have no other alternative!”

“Thanks Gareth, I love you!”

We drove the last few miles in relative silence. Soon we arrived at a gate that led up to a cottage surrounded by trees about half a mile from the road. This was to be home for the next ten days. Ten whole days together! I could hardly wait!

GARETH 03 – MARK STILL CAN’T SEE WHERE THIS IS LEADING!

We unpacked and set about making ourselves comfortable for the week together. As Gareth unpacked I noticed he had brought the four boxes of condoms with him. I was relieved. If I had any apprehensions about him killing me I knew that I had a good chance of seeing it to the end of the week with a supply of four-dozen condoms. When everything was unpacked Gareth suggested that we go for a drink in the local pub.

“Great idea!” I said, “but I need to shower first!”

“Me too! Want to shower together?”

All my birthdays had come together, the shy gentle giant was inviting me to stand in a shower cubicle with him and the weeks of waiting were paying off at last. I could feel my arse twitching with anticipation. Would Gareth f_u_c_k_ me in the shower?

He followed me into the small bathroom. Slowly I began to remove my trousers first. As I bent over his strong hand cupped my arse.

“I’m looking forward to drilling this tonight!” he said.

“So am I!” I answered as I lowered my boxers.

“You’ve got a hairy butt!” he remarked.

“Do you like that?”

“I suppose so, after all it’s your arse and I like that!”

Slowly he began to peel off his clothes. I watched, after all, this was going to be my first time to see him in the buff. He opened his shirt revealing a taut chest with nicely developed musculature from his work in the warehouse. He had a light dusting of short black hair between his square pectorals. As he removed the shirt completely I noticed the veins were prominent the whole length of his arms. I shyly removed my own shirt. I have a heavy bush of light brown hair swirling over my chest. I also have a bit of a gut from years in the bars.

“Yeuch and double yeuch!” he exclaimed.

I blushed, “is something the matter?”

“You’re like a f_u_c_k_ing monkey with all that hair!” he exclaimed, “and you could do with a few trips to the gym!”

“Most blokes say fluffy and cuddly!” I protested.

“I’m not most blokes!” he replied as he turned away and opened his trousers. As he lowered his jeans and boxers together the sight of his manly arse brought my dick to life. It began to slowly swell as I took in the sight of two smooth round mounds of arseflesh tapering down in a strong narrowing line of sinew to the back of his knees. I stared open-mouthed at him as he bent down to release his left foot. The tight valley only spread a little as his left leg rose a few inches from the ground. I hoped to see his hole but that eluded me. I also noted that his skin was perfect, like a model’s. There wasn’t a blemish on the mounds before me like you’ll find on most blokes’ behinds.

“One way or the other the belly has to go!” he stated as he stood and then bent again to release his right foot.

I was offended by this. Yes I have a bit of a paunch but I’m not fat. Gareth stood straight and stretched. My offence faded immediately. Before me stood a perfect V torso, the s_e_x_iest butt in the universe and the model of natural musculature. He turned and faced me with a smile. Thick black hair, dark eyes, straight nose, white smile, strong jaw, square shoulders, flat stomach, straight hip, neat bush – oh my god! – did this guy have any physical defects? I have always believed that a top should be better endowed than a bottom, it’s almost like a religious belief that God gave us our dicks like measuring sticks for who is the dominant male in the pack. If my beliefs were true then Gareth might have led several packs! If Michelangelo had been a size-queen he might have carved Gareth’s c_o_c_k_ on David. Up to that moment James’ has always been my favourite c_o_c_k_, James would now take second place. Gareth’s wasn’t longer than James’ eight inches but it was a bit thicker. In fact it was a good bit thicker. Unlike James’ it was perfectly smooth and while James’ foreskin hung down over the glans, Gareth’s was as if made by the best tailors in Saville Row!

“Keep your eyes off it chops it’s time to clean ourselves up a bit!”

“Chops?” I screeched indignantly, “Supposing I can’t lose this what would you do then?”

“I suppose I’d have to develop and accelerated work-out programme for you!” he said as he guided me into the small shower cubicle.

“Does that mean you’d whack my arse until I was thin?” I asked cheekily.

“No!” he replied as he pulled the cubicle door tightly, “it means I’d make you do 1000 a session until you were trim again!”

“And if I couldn’t do it?”

“Then I suppose I’d have to use some motivations!”

“Such as?”

“An accelerated learning programme!” he laughed as he reached around and tweaked my arse.

The next five minutes were an ecstasy as he stood behind me and rubbed his soapy hands all over my upper body as the water cascaded over us. I reached behind but could only massage his arse and flanks. He pulled me closer. I couldn’t see but I certainly could feel his hard shaft lying against the small of my back and his balls prodding against the top of my arse. He began to stroke my dick.

“You’ve got a real little-boy dick!” he remarked, “but I like it that way, it shows who is the daddy in this relationship!”

Now in my defence I would like to state that I have slightly bigger than six inches. If I get very excited it can stretch bigger, but that doesn’t happen very often. (I know a lot of blokes think that they are hung like horses and boast of ten inches and so on – I’ve had more c_o_c_k_s than an industrial chicken farm over the last few years, I advise these people to read the inches rather than the centimetres!) Gareth was one of those blokes whose dong hung well when soft, I wondered what he would look like after a swim in the North Sea! Size wasn’t going to be the issue here anyway. Gareth respected my masculinity, a lot of previous people had called me bitch and c_u_n_t_ or other female names before. Suddenly that bothered me. Gareth was the daddy and I was the boy! I was male! Had I just learned lesson number two? I was realising that being a bottom doesn’t make a bloke a fem. There was nothing effeminate about me ever.

“What are you thinking about now?” he asked as he kissed my next and reached over to turn off the water.

“I think you’ve just taught me something else!” I answered.

“What’s that?”

He backed out of the shower and I turned to get my first sight of his erection. We both smiled! “I was thinking…” I began, “for years I have enjoyed being a bottom. But being with you I feel quite masculine, maybe I’m learning that being a bloke that gets off on having a dick sliding in and out of his arse doesn’t make a chap less of a bloke than the bloke that’s ploughing him!”

“That’s quite right,” he said as he towelled his shaggy hair dry, “in fact Mark I could never think of you as a girl!”

“What would you know about that?” I asked.

“Quite a lot! But I’ll tell you all about it in the pub. Now get the electric razor from my kit and shave that chest of yours, I think you’d look tidier without that wig!”

My chest hair was a feature that I was fond of. Maybe it was just because it was such a male thing and maybe because I liked playing with it. One way or the other Gareth wanted it gone. Tonight was to be our first night together, it wasn’t a difficult decision to make. I would be no less male without my chest hair, if Gareth wanted it gone then Gareth would have it gone.

When I returned Gareth was standing with a towel around his waist shaving. I stood in the shower and used the trimmer on the electric shaver to remove most of my hair in one go. As I ploughed a furrow over my chest I thought it looked quite s_e_x_y. By the time I had it all down to stubble Gareth was standing at the door of the shower cubicle. He was carrying a can of shaving foam and a razor. He reached behind me and turned on the tap. Then, removing his towel he stood naked in front of me.

“I’d like to finish this off for you!” he said as he closed the water off and sprayed my chest with the creamy foam. “You said that you wanted to be more like me mate,” he said as he rubbed the foam into my chest and belly, “so that means that if daddy hasn’t a hairy chest and his boy wants to be like him then logically the boy cannot have a hairy chest!”

I stared mesmerised at him. I was three years older than him but this man was calling me his boy and I felt a touch of humiliation in allowing another person remove my chest hair. But Gareth obviously preferred smooth men, so losing the bush off my chest wasn’t going to be a problem. Maybe body hair grossed him out, it does that to some people. Gareth didn’t like it so if it made him like me better then the hair could go and even stay gone.

I felt nervous as he shaved me. I think any bloke should be a bit apprehensive when somebody else is scraping a blade across his body. But Gareth was very careful, especially when he shaved around my nipples. The blade was clean fresh and sharp, he never cut a nick in my skin! When he was finished he told me to rinse off and left the bathroom.

I rinsed and left the shower. After drying myself with the towel he had left behind him on the floor I followed him into the bedroom. He was wearing paisley boxers and splashing Paco Rabanne on his face. The smell was wonderful.

“Can I have some of your aftershave?” I asked.

“No way mate!” he replied, “if we went to the pub smelling the same people would think we was two fairies…”

“… and you hate being thought of as a fairy!”

“That’s right!” he said, “here mate use this!”

He threw me a bottle of Lynx aftershave. I looked at it in disgust. If you go to any place in England where there are teenage boys in Nike or Adidas clothes you will be knocked out by the smell of the Lynx range.

“I’m too old for this!” I protested.

“Take it or leave it mate!” he shrugged, “sorry I’ve nothing else with me.”

“What are you doing with Lynx anyway?”

“It’s probably belonging to Roy!”

“And Roy is…?”

“Roy’s my thirteen year old brother.”

“And what’s it doing in your toilet bag?”

“He probably left it there as a present for me. He knows I like the smell of the Africa one. Look mate if you don’t want it just chuck it back!”

“It’s okay, I’ll use it. The smell isn’t that bad!”

I splashed a small amount onto my hand and quickly dabbed it on my chest. It stung a bit. The smell was awful. I had visions of me going out smelling as if I should be in a baseball cap, polo shirt and tracksuit bottoms. If there were any young girls in the pub they would be surprised to turn and find no suitable wearer of the young scent.

Gareth threw me a pair of matching paisley boxers. I laughed and put them on.

“OOH, OOH, OOH, I WANNA BE LIKE YOU-HU, I WANNA WALK LIKE YOU, TALK LIKE YOU!” he sang as I pulled them on.

“I smell like a spotty, horny teenager!” I protested.

He crossed the room, took me in his arms and took a deep whiff.

“Bulls_h_i_t_!” he cried, “you smell wonderful enough to eat!” and he landed on my neck and began to bite at me.

“I think I smell like a sixteen year old!”

“You don’t!” he muttered into my neck, “I love the smell of Lynx Africa, there’s nothing teenage about it. You just have some hang up about it!”

Well, if Gareth prefers a smooth chest I will have one for him. If Gareth prefers the smell of Lynx Africa then I will wear it for him… anything for this man!

“Come on mate,” a slap landed on my arse, “let’s hit the pub!”

As we walked along the dark laneway that led from the house to the road I asked him what was he going to tell me about his experience with girls.

“I suppose I’d better come clean,” he said, “I don’t know if you’ll understand this but I think I should tell you before our relationship becomes physical.”

“Go on, I’ll try!”

“When I as sixteen I was going with this girl called Susan. I don’t want to tell you her surname just yet but I will in time. Susan and I had a relationship that lasted almost four years. We only lived together for the last one. We had two children together, both boys. Dean is almost six and Gavin is three.”

“So you’re a real daddy then?”

“They’re two great lads but I don’t get to see them except on Wednesday evening and Sunday afternoon. Twice a year I’m allowed have them for a week!”

“That must be tough on you!” I remarked.

“It is, but leave the boys out of it for the moment! Susan was a … what am I saying was a? … Susan IS a very violent and manipulative person. When we weren’t living together things were great, but a month after moving in – we were only twenty at the time she went psycho!”

“Post natal depression?” I asked politely.

“No … well maybe … more a case of post-natal abuse everybody! Every evening when I came home she would be in bed with some bloke, the baby would be crying and Dean would be watching over the bars of the cot. I would take the boys and go over to her mother’s with them. Her mother was great but I could never tell her what Susan was doing. I used to tell her that Susan had to visit a friend in hospital or something.”

“That sounds rough!

“It gets worse! When I’d get back with the children she’d blame me for upsetting them. She’s fly at me and scratch me or throw things at me or hit me with brushes. Whatever came to her mind. But every night she wanted to sit on my dick and have s_e_x_ as if nothing happened.”

“That’s why you don’t want a relationship with somebody who wants your dick but doesn’t want you!”

“Right!”

“And that’s why you say you took enough physical abuse!”

“Right again. Then one day when I came back there was a policeman and a social worker in the flat. She claimed that I kidnapped the children and was abusive. She got a court order against me and almost exclusive custody of the boys.”

“That was a bit rough!”

“Tell me about it! Her mother lied in court and only her brother was any support to me from her side. Jimmy, that’s her brother, is homos_e_x_ual. After the break-up he was very supportive. He played a double act and he’s allowed to supervise my visits and trips with the lads. At the same time he tells them at home that he doesn’t like me.”

“And Jimmy leaves you alone with them?”

We reached the pub.

“Yes and no. Susan always asks the boys was their Uncle Jimmy there, they love him and if he wasn’t there they’d say it. I don’t mind at all, I like Jimmy in fact I think he’s into me!”

“You’re so f_u_c_k_ing vain mate!” I said.

Gareth smiled. “It was Jimmy who taught me that homos_e_x_uals aren’t bad. I began to wish that I had taken up with him rather than with his sister in the beginning. I said this to him one evening and he laughed.”

“What’s he like?”

“Jimmy is great. Good looking intelligent but like me he’s into taking the initiative.”

“You’re both what we call tops then!”

“Whatever! Jimmy suggested that I get a boyfriend but I told him that I would rather be with him. He explained that it would be unwise as we were both initiators and it would probably jeopardise my contact with the boys.”

“That would be obvious!” I added.

“Anyway I told him I didn’t want to get involved with anybody again so he told me that the gay world was much less formalised than the heteros_e_x_ual one is!”

“What did he mean by that?”

“He said that there were more options open there and that I could easily find somebody who was willing to be relate to me on my terms.”

“That’s a bit strange isn’t it?”

“I don’t know! You’re the first gay bloke I’ve met apart from Jimmy and you are so different from him. He wouldn’t let me dictate the pace the way you do, that’s why I said you’d never be a girl. No female would ever let a bloke have this much control!”

I blushed a lot at that last comment. Gareth immediately sensed my discomfort and reached over to touch my hand. “Is something the matter?” he asked gently.

“Is this all about what you want? Is a relationship not something between two people?” I asked.

“Of course it is! But you’ve benefited from me being in control already!”

“You’re a real control freak aren’t you?”

“Yes!” he replied simply.

I was stunned by the frank honesty of his reply. Here we were, two young men, me a twenty-six year old party queen and recovering c_o_c_k_-slut and he a twenty three year old father of two experimenting with homos_e_x_uality because he felt it was the best place to develop his ego. I thought at this stage that the affair was going to end sooner rather than later.

“You’ve gained self-respect, strengthened your masculinity and defended your privacy since you met me and did things my way,” he said, “now how is that not you gaining something valuable from this relationship?”

“But I’ve surrendered my freedom!”

“So have I!”

Before I had a chance to pour cynical comments in his direction he belched.

“Excuse me!” he said covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

“You’re gross!” I jeered.

“It’s not my fault it was that f_u_c_k_ing chicken curry!” he defended himself and then belched again.

The mixture of beer on top of the dodgy curry was having a gaseous effect on poor Gareth. He began to belch quietly. I pretended that I was disgusted. I kept at him in the pub about his belching. He asked me to stop but I kept teasing him.

“I think it’s you that needs an accelerated learning course in etiquette!” I quipped.

“One more jibe from you and I’ll certainly give you one in respect!” he countered.

“You and whose army?” I laughed.

He fingered the buckle of his belt and tapped it slowly – “There’s my army! Don’t push it further Mark!”

But, the beer had given me courage and a loose tongue and I kept at him. Eventually he downed his pint and told me we were going to go. Knowing that my reward for those weeks of patience depended on my response I followed quickly. As we walked back to the house in the dark he seemed actually annoyed. He didn't say anything until we were almost there.

At the gate he said, "Why did you have to go on like that? You went on and on and it really pissed me off! We’re supposed to be here for a good time together and you had to push the limits didn’t you?"

“I’m sorry Gareth!” I bowed my head afraid that I had ruined everything, “I’ll do anything to make it up to you!”

“Why?”

“Because I love you and I want to be with you! Is there anything I can do to make it up?”

“Yes! There is. But I’ll tell you later!”

He didn't say anything else. We arrived back to the house, it was late so we went to the bedroom and we both took off our jeans in preparation for getting into bed, he seemed to have calmed down. I started to get into bed looking forward to a good hard shagging, but he touched my arm.

"Don't get into bed just yet".

GARETH 04 – AN ACCELERATED LEARNING PROGRAMME BEGINS.

“Don’t you have something to do in the bathroom first Mark?” and he smiled and squeezed his dick through his jeans.

I remembered immediately that I hadn’t douched today. It was so long since I had s_e_x_ that I was getting a bit ahead of myself. I smiled back

“Dead right! I’ll be ready in two minutes!”

I reached into my bag and took out my enema kit. Gareth looked at me quizzically. As I walked towards the bathroom I heard him move behind me. I looked back at him.

“You might find this a bit gross!” I cautioned him. He looked at me with puzzlement all over his face. “I’m going to rinse out my arse so it’s clean inside,” I explained, “it smells a bit so maybe you don’t want to watch!”

Gareth scowled. I realised I had crossed the line again! Gareth was the one who takes the initiative, it wasn’t for me to tell him what he might or might not do. “Sorry!” I whispered, “I was only trying to be helpful!”

“Wash your hole and get back here fast we have something to sort out on your return!”

I was a little apprehensive about what might be coming next. As I filled my colon with warm water and began to flush myself out I realised that an accelerated learning programme might be on the agenda this evening. Now lots of blokes have given my butt a slap during s_e_x_, some of them even hurt me, but I was never spanked by a lover before. Being spanked by Gareth was a bit scary. He seemed gentle, but then that gentleness might vanish when he had me over his knee. I wondered would I still be infatuated with him if he hurt me? I decided that I probably would! He had big hands they could really sting! But then getting spanked by a s_e_x_-god like Gareth might be a bit of fun! S_h_i_t_! My stomach was in turmoil as my second rinse splashed into the bowl. It was pouring out of me like piss, “S_h_i_t_!” I thought, “my arse is tight as a duck’s!” I began to feel a bit more queasy then I usually would be when I’m cleaning my back passage because I didn't know what I had left myself exposed to. After the third rinse I took a towel and dried my arse. Then I washed it in the hand-basin. The bottle of Lynx was on the shelf, so I splashed some on me – Gareth liked the smell – I pulled on my boxers and returned to the bedroom holding my stomach in and trying to look as s_e_x_ually inviting as I could.

Gareth was standing in his boxers with his jeans in his hands. I smiled coyly at him when I saw the way that his erection was tenting the paisley fabric. He looked at me and grinned – “ready?” he asked as he slowly began to unhook the belt from his jeans! I looked at him with mixed feelings of horror and desire.

“You’re not really going to start our first night together with an advanced learning programme? Are you? … Sir!” I thought it better to add this word to placate him.

"Yes Mark I am, get on all fours on the bed and stick your butt in the air."

"What do you mean, get your butt in the air?"

"Get your butt in the air. I'm going to give you a whipping to teach you what happens if you are not obedient."

I stared at him in disbelief.

"I hope that after I spank you with this belt, you'll respect me a little better and we'll both get along much better. Now assume the position son so we can get this over with."

I was going to argue with him but I realized this was for the best. I did have it coming and it would probably be better to get it out of the way first. Still, I couldn’t believe I was going to get spanked with a belt – I thought he would have used his hand. The hand was daunting enough when I was in the bathroom the belt was downright scary! Gareth got on his knees next to me and I saw the belt in his strong right hand out of the corner of my eye.

I closed my eyes tightly, gritted my teeth and braced myself for the first spanking of my life. Gareth raised the belt and then lowered it gently onto my butt, which was still covered by the paisley boxer shorts. He laid the doubled-over belt against my boxers. The hard leather felt cold there but I knew it wouldn’t be cold soon! So there we were, two men on a bed in identical paisley boxer shorts, I, on all fours with my face crumpled and dread in my stomach, he, kneeling beside me and holding a belt that he would soon apply with vigour to my trembling backside. My knees were shaking and I grimaced as I felt the belt rise up of my arse. Any moment now and ….

WHACK!

“OOUEF”

I grunted loudly as my body lurched forward and I knocked my head off the headboard. My arms gave way and my face landed in the pillow. Then the heat and pain started. The initial impact was forceful but it didn’t hurt, it was only a second or two later that I felt as if I had just sat on a hot water pipe. A second later Gareth’s left hand cupped my cheek and he squeezed it. The pain was awful but exquisite.

“How was that Mark?”

“That was very sore!” I muttered into the pillow.

“I think you should call me dad or daddy when I’m disciplining you!”

“Yeah! … it’s very sore there dad!”

“You know son, this is going to be quite hard on you.” Gareth began to lecture me as he gently massaged my arse, “you’ve been acting like a twelve-year-old for the last two days. I know you’re excited about what we are going to do tonight but I need you to have better control of yourself! First you bought condoms without my telling you to do it. Then you checked me out in a public toilet, that was very perverted and naughty!”

“Naughty?” I thought to myself, he’s talking to me like I was a twelve-year-old.

“Next you disobeyed me and kept slagging me off in the pub and then, the final insult, even though you knew you were in trouble you started to give me orders when we got home! That’s a lot of mistakes for a boy to make in such a short period of time!”

“I’m sorry dad, I was out of hand and I won’t do it again!” I hoped the gentle Gareth would return and stop my torment. My arse was aching from the belt, but my hole was aching for his c_o_c_k_ … cooperation was the name of the game!

“I’m glad you’re sorry Mark, but I feel I have to carry this through until I know you will obey me and show more respect. Raise your butt again when you’re ready for your punishment!”

F_u_c_k_! … I could still feel the sting of the first smack, cooperation hadn’t saved my arse, Gareth was going to carry this through … there was no point in objecting … I slowly raised my arse again and bit the pillow … surely he wouldn’t go to hard on me!

WHACK!

I was wrong. The second blow was as forceful as the first. Just as the heat crossed my butt I felt the third one land … WHACK! "Oh!" WHACK! "Ow, Ow" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "Oh!" WHACK! "Ow, Ow" WHACK! WHACK!

He started giving me stroke after stroke, with just enough time between each strike to allow my arse to register the feel of his belt. Each stroke of the belt landed right across the centre of my butt. I was starting to shuffle uncomfortably, this was beginning to hurt even more than I had expected.

"Stay still! That was for the condoms!"

He pushed his left hand between my shoulder blades to hold me in place. Ten for the condoms – did that mean forty overall? He didn’t say anything when he started again. There was just the painful crack of his belt on my boxers, and they offered absolutely no protection from his onslaught.

WHACK! "Oh!" WHACK! "Ow, Ow" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "Oh!" WHACK! "S_h_i_t_!" WHACK! WHACK! “Please stop!” WHACK!

After these stokes, I couldn't believe how much it was starting to hurt. My arse felt like it was on fire. I started whimpering a bit. "Please stop dad, I'm really sorry." I begged.

WHACK! Another stroke was the only response I received from him!

“And that was for your behaviour in the toilet! He said as he sat back on his ankles and stopped for a minute.

I reached back and started to rub my rump.

"Get your hands out of the way, we're not finished."

WHACK! "Oh!" WHACK! "Ow, Ow" WHACK! WHACK! “F_u_c_k_!” WHACK! WHACK!

By this time, I was pleading for him to stop.

"Please, dad, I won't disobey you ever again. WHACK! "I'm sorry, please stop."

But he just didn't stop. After about ten more really hard swats he threw the belt across the room.

"Okay, lie on the bed."

I lay down, sniffling, and tried to lie on my back but my butt was too sore so I rolled over onto my stomach

He looked at me and asked, "Did you learn anything?"

"Yes" I said, still sniffling a bit, "I learned I shouldn't have acted the way I did. I'm really sorry"

He smiled. "Maybe we should do this more often, think about it."

“Think about what?”

“About getting spanked regularly!”

I looked up at him in horror; he was smiling and stroking his dick through the fabric of his boxers.

“Well?” he asked.

My arse was sore, I knew he was turned on by what he had just done, and his dick was straining at the opening of his boxers. I wanted him so much to f_u_c_k_ me there and then, but he just stood there, tapping his foot impatiently and waiting for my reply.

I nodded and he smiled.

“I’ll make up the rules in the morning,” he said as he sat on the bed behind me.

I felt his hands move towards the waistband of the boxers I was still wearing. Slowly he began to pull them over my hips. The elasticised band scratched my fiery butt and I began to suck air in through my teeth. Gareth, sensing my discomfort, prolonged the removal. By the time the band had reached my thighs I was banging my head off the pillow in agony. Gareth whistled.

I looked behind me and saw the results of forty lashes for the first time ever. My butt was an angry red colour with some dark lines across it. These were clearly the places that had taken most of the impact. I almost cried!

“Looks sore!” he muttered and reached for his toilet-bag.

I felt a cold jelly drop onto my cheeks. If it was an egg it would be fried in a few seconds. In my mind I could hear a hiss as Aloe Vera (as I later discovered it was) landed in large dollops on my burning flesh. Gareth slowly rubbed the ointment into my skin.

“Your daddy doesn’t want to have to do this to his boy again soon!”

That was a relief.

“For the rest of our stay you’re going to get six with my hand every night across my knee as a reminder to be good just before bedtime … is that okay son?”

I lifted my head from the pillow … “Yes dad! If that’s what you think is best!”

“Good boy! Now do you love your daddy as much as he loves you?”

“Yes … I do!”

“Good! Then give me a kiss!”

I knelt up and we met in a deep kiss. Gareth shuffled his position to where he was sitting with his back to the headboard and his legs spread either side of me. We separated and he smiled.

“I love you Mark!”

“I love you too daddy!”

“Gareth!” he corrected me, “you only call me daddy when you’re in trouble!”

“I love you Gareth!”

“How about a blowjob?”

Jackpot! I didn’t need to be asked that twice. I immediately lowered my face to a level where my mouth was just above the tent in his boxers. I kissed the fabric.

“That’s it lover, you get working on my sausage and I’ll massage your bum so it’s ready for round two. The longer it takes to get me off the better for you so make it a slow one!”

I released his dick from the confining cotton. It tasted sweet, so sweet! I took the knob into my mouth and began to kiss it and slide my lips over the top two inches. It was worth the wait, it was worth the spanking – my Gareth (I felt he was mine at last) was back to his quiet gentle self again. It was as if I was chewing the dick of a totally different man, was the man who was gently massaging my burning arse the same man that had made it burn? I have known my fair share of men in my time but Gareth was an enigma and as my mouth slid along his steel-hard shaft I realised that he enthralled me! Yes! Even if he wanted to whale my arse I wanted to be with him. I have never had an addictive personality but this man was Mr. Right, he was the first man that I have ever wanted to live with forever, he was the first man who made me feel special, he was the first man to show a genuine interest in every part of my life, he was the first man to spank me … he was, full stop, my first man.

“That’s f_u_c_k_ing great man!” he muttered as I began to slide up and down his shaft. “Your years of practice are showing! Yeah Mark! That’s the boy! Oh Mark! Yeah!”

The sound of his voice in arousal was like a pheromone to me. His gentle voice in build-up to orgasm was deep, s_e_x_ual and gentle. I decided it was time to give him a real treat! There are lots of nerves on the head of a c_o_c_k_, I began to use my tongue to seek out and stimulate every single one of them, I wanted to make this delicious stud happy – his increased moaning guided my success!

For the next fifteen minutes the most insatiable bottom in Newcastle dedicated all his energy and reserve to the s_e_x_iest man on earth who was massaging his recently whipped arse and moaning in pure ecstasy. I felt his balls moving against my chin, he was so close to cumming. I drew back and released his c_o_c_k_ from my mouth … he squeaked in protest but returned to his groaning as I began to kiss his scrotum. His scrotum wasn’t his best feature! Two average sized balls hung loosely in a floppy bag between his legs. Normally I would have preferred something tighter, but these were Gareth’s balls and consequently they were the nicest balls on earth!

I sensed his orgasm receding so I returned to attend to his magnificent dick.

“Don’t pull back on me this time baby!” he groaned, “I so need to cum!”

Obediently, note that word, I returned to work and sucked his dick until I felt the pulse in his balls shuddering in his shaft. I slid up to a point where only the knob was behind my tightened lips, the shudder increased to a pulse, the pulse to a jerk and BINGO! A thick glob of his love cream shot forcibly against my tonsils. He fell back and stopped massaging my arse. I swallowed just as the second volley hit the roof of my mouth, then a third, weaker, one followed by four more, each one slightly weaker than the last. Sadly his dick began to wilt immediately. I had reduced the proud monster on my first go. That filled me with pride in my ability to satisfy the man. I looked up at him, his head was on his shoulder and his body limp after his orgasm. I opened my mouth to show him his deposit. He smiled and I swallowed. Before he could say anything I bent forward and took his wet, bloated dick back into my mouth. Every good bottom knows he must keep his top’s dick clean at all times! Gareth began to rub the back of my head as I cleaned his weapon. I pulled back his foreskin to make sure he was squeaky clean and I felt the beast come back to life between my fingers, within two minutes he was back to his former glory.

“Do you know something Mark?” he muttered, “that was my first ever blowjob!”

I looked up at him in disbelief, “did Susan never give you one?”

“That f_u_c_k_ing psycho! She rode me raw a few times but never did anything that she thought would make me happy!”

“You didn’t really like her did you?”

“I did once! But not now!”

“Did you like your first blowjob then?”

He laughed – “like it? I’m going to want at least one of those every day from now!”

“Just one?”

“I said at least one!” he said and reached down to kiss me.

New revelation! Gareth was the first man I was with that liked to kiss me tenderly!

“So!” he said as we separated, “now on to the arse-f_u_c_k_ing!”

“It’s your initiative!” I said as I began to turn and face the foot of the bed.

“That belting did you a world of good!” he remarked as he positioned himself behind me to take me doggy style.

“Is this your first time to f_u_c_k_ arse?”

“Yep! But you can relax, Jimmy showed me how it’s done by taking me around the porno sites on the net.”

He moved quickly, using his knees to force my legs apart. I heard him tear the foil of a condom so I looked back over my shoulder.

“Do you think you need that?” I asked.

Now for years I have practiced safe s_e_x_, I only ever went bareback with James and he with me. We had a friend a doctor who was also gay, he tested us regularly for HIV and we both got the all clear three weeks ago.

“It’s safer!”

“Safer than what?” I asked, “I’ve just swallowed your load!”

“Jimmy said I should use one!” he defended himself.

“Gareth, you’ve never been with anybody other than Susan, how could you possibly have HIV?”

“How do you know I haven’t been with anybody else?”

“Because you told me so and I believe you, I trust you!”

“And you really believe I haven’t been with anybody in the last two years?”

I looked back over my shoulder, there was an innocence about this man that made him trustworthy, if any other man told me he was chaste for two years I would run from the room, but no, this was very different. In my heart and soul I knew he was telling the truth. I nodded in encouragement.

He dropped the ripped pack on the bed beside me; “are you sure?” he asked.

I nodded again and returned to my position.

I felt his knob at my hole for only a second before he rammed in, shoving his dick all the way inside me in one savage thrust. I clamped my teeth shut to hold in the scream behind them. I wasn’t sure if it was the pain of his entry or the friction against my sore bum that hurt more. He remained completely buried in my sore arse for a second, and then he dragged his dick back out of me again. Much to my relief, he dropped a bit of the Aloe on his shaft before ramming his dick back inside me.

"Take it boy. Take it hard! I'm going to f_u_c_k_ your bad-boy arse like you've never even imagined anybody could f_u_c_k_!"

He was in frenzy, his dick pounding my reddened arse without mercy. The Aloe had helped somewhat, but the brute force of his f_u_c_k_ing was moving my entire body back and forth on his bed. He started calling me his boy and his slave and telling me how tight and how hot my c_u_n_t_ was around his big dick. My body was responding now to the f_u_c_k_ing even as hard and rough as it was. His pubic hair was scratching my beaten butt. But, in all my pain and discomfort I was in s_e_x_ual bliss. My dick was bouncing on my own abdominal muscles as he f_u_c_k_ed me. I could feel my balls drawing up as my own orgasm began to approach. I couldn't believe how turned on I was getting from hearing his words. Being called his boy and his c_u_n_t_ by the lover who had just whipped me had my entire mind and body as hot as my arse was.

Twenty-five minutes of his big dick burying itself again and again into me was pushing me over the edge. The sound of his breathing and grunting were all I could hear. The smell of his sweat, cum and body were all I could smell. The hardness of his muscles and his dick, and the smooth softness of his skin were all I could feel. He drove his dick deeply into me again and held it there. With a roar like a wild animal, he began to cum, filling my arse with the reward for my patience, the love of my man and the cement of our relationship!

We rolled over together and landed on our sides on the bed, his softening bloated dick still inside my ravaged arse. He kissed my neck and I sighed.

“You’re wearing Lynx!” he remarked, “that smell makes me so hot!”

I could feel his dick pulsing as it struggled to regain its stiffness. I clenched my arse in reply and nearly passed out with the pain. His dick had stretched my hole a bit wider than before and my cheeks were burning from the earlier spanking.

“Want to go again?” he asked.

As his c_o_c_k_ slid in and out of me with a gentle pumping action I closed my eyes. It was worth waiting for! I had found a top, a real top that wouldn’t take it up the arse himself but would take care of my s_e_x_ual needs, a real top who cared for me and I cared for him!

GARETH 05 – MARK’S REGENERATION.

Spent after his third orgasm in an hour Gareth dozed off with his dick still embedded in my throbbing arse. I listened in silence as he snored gently beside my ear. I would never have considered myself to be the most romantic of chaps – this was so different. His warm breath flowed past my ear, I wished there was a cool breeze that would soothe my arse! God it stung! He lurched behind me and I had to quickly clamp my sphincter in order not to lose my prize. I succeeded! I nestled my arse back against his groin and closed my eyes in peaceful bliss. I couldn’t sleep! My arse was just too sore. I lay there wallowing in servitude to this man who had taken control of my life, this man who had flayed my butt with his belt, this man who had abandoned his heteros_e_x_ual past and had chosen me, this man that I wanted to give everything he wanted!

He lurched again but my hole wasn’t strong enough to hold his dick this time. I tightened but he was rolling onto his back and his bloated dick slid from the clutching clasp of my arse like a slow heavy dump! I swear I could hear the squelch as it slipped out with a splat. I felt empty and wanted to wake him and ask him to put it back – but the accelerated learning programme had worked – it was not for me to take the initiative!

Silently I rose from the bed and made my way to the bathroom. My arse stung as I walked. When I got there I rinsed a towel under the cold tap and placed it as a pad against my burning arse. I sighed in relief as the cold fabric kissed my butt. I rinsed the cloth again and returned carrying it to the bed. I lay down on my stomach beside him and placed the cloth over my buttocks, with our feet still at the headboard I nestled down to try and get some sleep.

My movements disturbed him; he opened one eye and muttered “no!”

His hand reached forward and he removed the wet towel.

“You don’t need that!” he grumbled and threw it down beside the bed.

I rolled onto my side and placed the side of my head against his chest, he put his arm around me and returned to sleep. The beating of his heart calmed me, my arse was still smarting, but I managed to fall asleep. Maybe Gareth was a fairy after all? This was certainly turning out to be a fairytale romance!

I woke some hours later in the same position. Gareth was still asleep. Of course he didn’t have a throbbing red bum to act as an alarm clock. Gently I rose from the bed and went to get a coffee. I boiled up the kettle and massaged my arse while I waited. I walked over to the table and bent my legs in order to sit, but the pain was too much! Slowly I lowered my butt into the cold synthetic leather of the kitchen chair. When the flesh touched the cushion I almost jumped back up. The leather was cold and had only barely kissed my flesh but I remembered what a cold piece of leather had done the night before. I made a second attempt but recoiled immediately. I managed to land on a third attempt. Boy! Was my arse in bits!

I heard a chuckle behind me. I turned but immediately regretted doing so. The friction with the seat of the chair made me hop up and squeal, I almost knocked my coffee over.

“Feeling a bit sensitive this morning are we?” Gareth asked with a smile as he walked over to the counter to make himself a coffee.

“Just a bit!” I replied as I gingerly returned to my seat.

Like me Gareth was still starkers. His dick hung down between his legs. Like a porn star his dick was almost as big when flaccid as it was when erect.

“Should be more than a bit!” he quipped as he walked over to join me at the table, “I gave your arse some hiding last night!” I watched admiringly as his c_o_c_k_ bounced from thigh to thigh while he walked.

“It’s very sore!” I admitted.

“It should be! I gave you forty good hard ones, they weren’t meant to tickle!”

“So what do you want to do today?” I asked.

“I’ve no plans! What do you want to do?”

“I want to do whatever you want me to do!” I replied quickly.

Gareth laughed, “the old ALP worked then?”

“ALP?”

“Accelerated learning programme!” he said still laughing, “it looks to me as if the ALP would be the best way of getting our relationship together, what do you think?”

I looked at him aghast. ALP was clearly going to play a large role in our budding relationship. There was a part of me that wanted to tell him to f_u_c_k_ off, but there was a part of me that also knew that I wanted to be with him on his terms, I just wasn’t sure if I could submit to daily sessions like last nights’!

“Relax Mark!” he ordered with a grin, “I’m not going to beat you every day and I will only ever spank your arse, not your back nor your thighs, just your butt!”

“Yeah! But I can’t spend my life in agony either!”

“You won’t! At least you won’t on days that you behave yourself!”

“So what are the rules?” I asked.

“Nothing unusual for any boy! Start with ten of the belt for disobedience, ten for arguing, six for bad language, six for tardiness, ten for laziness, ten for lying… You know yourself, the usual rules for a twelve-year old!”

“But I’m not twelve I’m twenty-six!” I protested.

“How many did I say for arguing?”

I quickly backed down, “if you say I am twelve then I am twelve!”

“Too late Mark, you argued son!”

I knew that I had to make an important decision just there. I could take my sore bum back into the bedroom and insist that we leave, or, I could learn to obey whatever he said and bear the consequences of accepting ALP as part of my life.

“Go to the room and bring me my belt and my boxers!” I made a snap decision and scurried off, “and don’t forget to put your own boxers back on!” he roared after me.

I gingerly pulled the elastic of my boxers back as far as it would go to avoid impact. It wouldn’t make much difference; I had ten more whacks on the way.

“Hurry up if you don’t want six for tardiness!” he roared from the kitchen.

I quickly adjusted myself, picked up his boxers and his belt and waddled painfully back into the kitchen. Before I knew it I was standing against the counter looking out the window at the trees surrounding the cottage, Gareth was behind me and… WHACK!

If there’s such a thing as a pain barrier I crossed it just then!

WHACK!

I groaned as the blows landed slowly one after the other, I clenched my buttocks thinking this would absorb the pain

WHACK!

They relaxed immediately and I realised that strategy didn’t work.

WHACK!

The pain of last night’s whipping was at its height again. I clenched my face and tried to grasp the Formica top.

WHACK!

My hands slid and I almost collapsed against the cold counter. I clambered to regain my position anxious not to upset Gareth anymore.

WHACK!

“Do you see how rigidly I intend to enforce the rules son?”

WHACK!

“Yes dad!”

“Good!”

WHACK!

‘Nearly there!’ I thought to myself, tears welling up in my eyes.

WHACK!

I braced myself in anticipation of the final one. I stood there waiting but it didn’t land. I opened my eyes and looked at Gareth’s reflection in the window. He was standing with his hands on his hips surveying my position. Still no blow! I wondered should I tell him? That would be a bad idea, it was up to him to take the initiative! If I didn’t tell him he might think I was cheating! Cheating would probably earn a ten in the rules.

I stood in position for what seemed like an eternity. It was probably only about two or three minutes but the time crawled. I heard him move behind me and he reached for the waistband of my boxers. Slowly he pulled them down over my hips. He made sure that the elastic scratched against my burning buttocks.

“You’re a good boy son! As a reward for your patience I’m going to give you a special treat!”

He lifted his right hand and brought it down with a hard stinging slap on my right buttock.

SMACK!

I yelped!

“Hop over into the corner son! Leave your boxers down I want to admire my work while I make us breakfast! And keep your hands away from your butt!”

I shuffled into the corner and stood there, a grown man punished like a bad boy, my boxers below my knees, my spanked arse jutting out, my hands on my head, my dignity in tatters, my flesh on fire and my dick starting to rise again!

“Whenever I whip you I will do it on your boxers!” Gareth said nonchalantly as he fried some sausages for breakfast. If he wanted he could have fried them on my arse! “I will spank you daily with my hand as a reminder or as a warning to your behaviour. Hand-spanks will always be delivered to your bare butt!”

I was really beginning to regret having fallen for this guy. Daily spankings were not quite what I had envisaged from a relationship. I was very confused and sore, I wanted him so badly I thought I could accept his spankings, but deep down I realised that they were making me a better person and secretly I was enjoying the scene we had played of strict father with errant son. I wanted to be his twelve year old as much as I wanted to be his lover – I knew that, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready to admit it just yet!

He walked behind me and pulled my hand back towards the fly of his boxers. I could feel his hard, heavy prong touch my fist.

“Pull me off!” he ordered.

It was of course an order I was happy to obey as I began to slide my hand along his shaft. I knelt in front of him because I knew it would be easier that way and pulled his c_o_c_k_ as firmly and gently as I could. The only time I had ever done this before was lying on a bed with James. I found the act quite difficult in this position. It’s hard to wank your man when he’s standing in front of you, but I worked at it! Soon I could feel him close to exploding, I hoped he would make me suck him in, but, as soon as he shot a bowl appeared as if from nowhere and Gareth dropped his seed into it.

Spent, he ordered me to clean him up. I bent forward and licked the small residue of semen off his knob.

“Good boy Mark! Now come and have breakfast!”

On the table there was a plate of bacon and eggs for him and a spoon for me. He went to the cooker and poured something into the bowl. Porridge! He placed the bowl in front of me.

“Mix it around well Mark! Porridge is good for a growing boy!”

I looked at his bacon and eggs with huge envy. I hate porridge but I knew I couldn’t complain without getting another hiding. Strange as it may seem I was learning, I liked the domination but would prefer fifty slaps with his hand to one with his belt!

“Do you not like your porridge?” he asked noticing my expression.

“No dad, but I will eat it!”

“Good boy! You know it’s full of minerals and daddy added an extra bit of special protein that should sweeten it and make it delicious for his very special boy?”

“Yes dad thanks!”

This was the strangest scenario I had ever got myself into. I had done scenes with previous lovers, I had even done a father and son with an older man, but this was him just calling me ‘his little boy’ and seemed a bit paedophilic so I never went near him again. I did doctor and patient, athlete and trainer, new kid in jail … what was happening here was more than a scene. I was sitting at a table with a spanked bum, eating a bowlful of spunky porridge and calling a man my own age my dad! Worse still, this was becoming my life and was not just a kinky scene. I was working hard to check myself in his presence to prevent him from taking his belt to me, I wanted to please him, I wanted him to love me… but I didn’t want to get whipped again. I wanted Gareth to proud of me, but I liked the feeling of the slap he had given me on my butt. I didn’t want the belt again but his hand, well… that was different!

If the staff that worked for me in the bank could see me now!

After breakfast I cleaned up and Gareth took a shower. When he was finished I showered and he threw me the Lynx again. I splashed it on because I now knew that he not only liked the smell, it made him horny and I wanted him horny!

We walked down the path behind the cottage that led to a lake. There had been a farm here once but now it was ten acres of birch forest with a small shingle cove on the lakeside. The owner had died some years earlier and her daughter was living down in London. The mother had stopped farming in the early eighties and planted the trees to collect a subsidy from the European Community. Gareth knew all this because the daughter was a lesbian friend of Jimmy. It was Jimmy who arranged for us to use the cottage for a week.

We reached the little cove. It was very secluded and the water surprisingly deep. It was about four foot deep just inches off the shore.

“Do you want to go for a swim?” I asked.

Gareth scowled and I immediately realised my mistake.

“Is it okay if I go for a swim dad?”

“Lakes can be very dangerous son. You may swim but don’t go too far from the shore!”

“Thanks dad!” I cooed as I stripped to my boxers and plunged into the icy waters.

Bliss! The cold water soothed my bum, I lowered the boxers and wriggled my arse in the water to make a cold current against it.

“Stop that!” Gareth ordered with mock severity as he watched me from the shore.

“Why don’t you join me?”

Gareth dropped his trousers and stripping off his shirt he plunged into the icy water beside me.

“It’s f_u_c_k_ing freezing!” he howled clambering to get back out.

“I never thought you’d be such a wuss!” I remarked laughing at his reaction.

“Watch it boy!” he cautioned me with his teeth chattering, “unless you want me to warm your arse enough to boil this lake!”

I laughed, it seemed safe, as he appeared to be joking – “you’ll have to catch me first!” I hollered as I began o swim away across the narrow cove.

He lunged after me but couldn’t get me. He was a strong enough swimmer but I kept ducking under the freezing water and getting away. Eventually he caught me and hauled my boxers down to my knees. I didn’t mind the thought of him spanking me here, it was in the water and that would break the strength of the blow. I was out of breath and I turned to hug him, he smiled and immediately dropped to his knees pulling my boxers to my ankles. That upended me and I landed backwards on the water and he pulled my boxers free. I rose from the water spluttering and laughing. But the laughing stopped when he held my boxers aloft and announced that I wasn’t getting them back.

I chased after him but he was quicker out of the water than I could be. He grabbed our clothes and ran back towards the house. I stood chest deep in the cold water and begged him to come back, he just laughed and ran on. I looked around. The area was deserted so I made a break for the trees, hobbling painfully over the dirt track towards the house. When I got within sight of the house Gareth waved to me from the doorway. I increased my speed but just as I arrived he closed the door and managed to lock it even though I was pushing against it.

“Come on Gareth, let me in!” I begged. The September sun isn’t that warm in Cumbria!

“No!”

“Please Gareth! I’ll do anything if you just let me in!”

“Will you do all the cooking and cleaning for the rest of the week?”

“Yes!” I promised, “anything!”

“Anything? … Will you give me a blowjob when I let you in?”

“Yes I will!”

“Say it!”

“Say what?”

“Say you’ll give me a blowjob!”

“I’ll give you a blowjob!” I said through the letterbox.

“I didn’t hear you!”

I looked around nervously. Then I said louder “I’ll give you a blowjob now please let me in!”

“I still can’t hear you!” he sang.

The thought of being heard worried me, but then, the possibility of somebody walking by and seeing a naked bloke with a spanked arse shouting through the letterbox – “I’LL GIVE YOU A BLOWJOB IF YOU LET ME IN DAD!”

I heard the latch click and I tumbled in the door to be met by Gareth who was laughing hysterically. He was wearing the wet boxers he was swimming in; he clicked his fingers at the floor giving me a clear indication of where he wanted me to kneel. I obeyed.

I reached into his boxers to retrieve the object of my desire but I couldn’t find it! Like any other bloke Gareth’s dick shrivelled to nothing in the cold water. I was delighted that this god was really just a man like the rest of us. I sucked voraciously at the tight walnut between his legs, it took quite a while before I had him back to his former glory and thankfully the same was happening between my own legs.

After he had washed my tonsils he helped me up and we went to the bedroom where he f_u_c_k_ed me again. When he was finished I tossed off into his wet boxers. Gareth thought this was great. I was in heaven as we lay together in the aftermath of our orgasm.

“You’re really into me aren’t you mate?” he asked.

I nodded.

“No I mean REALLY into me! Jimmy said that there were plenty of blokes out there that would do with some training, he pointed me in some directions and here I am with you and it’s going great! Are you enjoying things so far Mark?”

“Yes Gareth, I love it almost as much as I love you!”

We kissed and rolled about on the bed. Gareth quickly assumed the place on top.

“You know the way that we were talking about you growing up to be like me?” he asked.

I looked at him in confusion – where was this going?

“You know mate; like I’m your dad and you’re my twelve year old son that hopes to be just like his dad?”

“Yes!”

He kissed me and with his lips still chewing on mine he said between bites, “well… I don’t … know many … twelve … year olds … that … have … body hair … like yours!”

I hummed in the affirmative.

“So… like… it… has to… come off!”

I mumbled a protest but Gareth pretended he didn’t understand. He raised my knees and lined up for re-entry.

“So after this I’ll shave you then!” he said.

“I don’t really want to be shaved…” I replied.

Gareth rolled off me and got ready to get dressed. I realised that if I wanted his dick, which I did, I would have to agree to his blackmail.

“… unless it is what my dad wants!” I quickly finished the previous sentence.

He looked back at me and smiled and then said; “I knew you’d see it my way! Besides you didn’t object when I did your chest yesterday!”

Twenty minutes later I was standing naked in the shower with Gareth busying himself for the ritual transformation of a twenty-six year old bank official into a twelve-year-old boy. When I was well rinsed he led me dripping to the bath and ordered me to stand in it. I obeyed. Silently he shook the can of Gillette foam and sprayed some on his hand.

Naturally the first to go was my goatee. I had only grown it recently, now it was going. When it was gone Gareth stepped back and admired his work. He rinsed the razor well and patted the side of the tub.

“Put your left foot here!”

I obeyed and he ran the trimmer of his electric razor along my thigh until they were just feint dark stubble, then he did my calf. The vibration of the razor excited me, yes; I sported a full-blown boner throughout this part. Next he sprayed foam all over my leg and deftly removed the stubble leaving my legs as smooth as a little boy. After that he performed the same ritual on my right leg. Throughout this he remained silent, it was strangely erotic being shaved like this. My dick stood bolt upright throughout. I couldn’t say that I wanted him to stop.

When he finished my legs he changed razors and shaved my arms and then sent me off to the shower to clean up. My body felt strange as I washed it. It had been a long time since I was that smooth. When I was finished Gareth led me back to the bath to pay attention to the spots he had missed. So the backs of my thighs, my shoulders and the line of hairs in the small of my back disappeared down the plughole!

I foolishly hoped that this would be the end, but Gareth wanted a twelve-year-old and I knew there would be more to go. He made me sit in the bath with my arms raised, the hair in my armpits made no resistance to his razor. But the worst was yet to come. I stood and faced the wall, he made me bend over and pull my spanked cheeks apart! My knees trembled as he carefully removed any hair that he could find in my crack. By the time he was finished there was only the hair on my head and my bollocks!

I knew the head was safe – but equally I knew that my balls were likely to be next. They were. I lay in the bath with my legs draped over the sides. Now if ever fear can hit a man it is at a time like this. I was lying spread-eagled about to let another man approach my balls with a razor! Believe me, if ever something was scary this was! If his shaving of my nipples scared me yesterday, his cold steel razor beside my nuts was making me quake even more. Silently, skilfully and slowly Gareth shaved my sack! He never broke the flesh.

Relieved I stood; I knew my pubic hair was doomed to the same fate. Gareth didn’t speak but handed me the razor and pointed to my crotch. I couldn’t believe how clever he was, by getting me to shave the last bit he was making me collaborate in my demotion to boyhood. It was like betraying myself.

I ran the trimmer over my c_o_c_k_-bush while Gareth watched approvingly. Then I lathered up and removed the last sign of my adulthood. Gareth smiled. I looked at myself in the mirror, the gut was still there, that made me look older, but otherwise I was a boy!

“Well done son!” Gareth said clapping, “Now have a shower and then clean this mess up. I want the place spick and span before lunch!”

As I cleaned I thought about how much this man had taken control of my life. Maybe love isn’t such a great thing after all? I was even aiding and abetting my own slide into slavery. Maybe I was, but I was also enjoying it.

After lunch I lay on my belly on the floor watching the soaps with Gareth sitting on a chair behind me. I was wearing a pair of football shorts and nothing else; he wanted to see my hairless body. After the soaps we did sit-ups together and then he told me to dress and we walked out over one of the nearby hills. We returned in time for supper and then snuggled up like a real father and son to watch a video.

Gareth had brought an amazing supply of stuff with him. These included some hot gay videos. I was looking forward to watching one with him but he chose the Jungle Book.

“Why can’t we watch the other ones?” I asked.

“The over eighteen ones?” he replied in mock surprise, “what age are you Mark?”

“Twelve dad!” I sighed. I knew where this was leading.

“And what would a good father do if he caught his twelve-year-old son watching an adult movie?”

“He’d give him a belting!”

“Good boy!” he kissed my head and pulled me closer to him.

The video finished just before nine. Gareth looked at his watch.

“Time for bed son!”

I went towards the bedroom but he went out to the car. I was standing beside the bed in my football shorts when he came in. He was carrying a plastic bag. He took a pair of pyjamas out of it. SHOCK! They were lemon with little teddy bears all over them.

“Here!” he said, “put these on!”

I looked at him in horror – “I don’t want to wear those!”

The hands on the hips and the glare in his eyes were enough to make me reconsider.

“You’ve done very well son, you started badly but you were good for me all day since your morning belting, don’t ruin it now!”

I took down my boxers and dressed in the ridiculous pyjamas. I was just about to get into bed when he stopped me.

“You have to get your reminder!” he said.

“My reminder?”

He sat on the bed and patted his knee, “yes son, your reminder!”

I understood his instruction perfectly and lay down over his solid thighs. He pulled the trousers of the pyjamas down and rubbed my arse a few times.

SMACK!

His hand landed firmly on my quivering buttocks.

SMACK! SMACK!

It was quicker and less painful than the belt.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Six of the best, a reminder of what happens to boys who break the rules.

I crawled into bed unsure of what would happen next. Gareth sat on the edge of the bed and told me he was going to read me a bedtime story. But that was fun; he opened a copy of Mandate and read one of the erotic stories to me. It was over eighteen but I wasn’t complaining, it was better than Enid Blyton!

The story was hot! I expected him to hop me at the end of it but the only thing that you could expect from Gareth was the unexpected. When he finished the story he kissed my cheek patted my erection and said; “see you in the morning son!”

“Goodnight dad!” I called after him as he closed the door.

I lay there in my silly pyjamas with a boner sticking out. I hadn’t the remotest idea where this was all going. I heard the sound of the awful music they put in porno movies – he was watching one now that I was safely tucked up in bed! I was too confused to wank, so I rolled over and tried to sleep.

When the video was over Gareth joined me in bed – he woke me up and I was transformed again. I removed my pyjamas and was no longer a twelve-year-old! Oh the bliss of having his c_o_c_k_ pulling in and out of my hairless arse!

When Gareth said ‘goodnight’ it wasn’t a greeting, it was a promise!

GARETH 06 – MARK’S BEST WEEK, EVER!

Next day we had a fantastic time together. We made love in the morning, walked over the hills after breakfast, had lunch in the village and then sat by the lakeside for the afternoon watching the water together. I was beginning to understand how to live by the new rules that my lover was brining into my life. I was strangely happy to conform at all times and even enjoyed my learning process. It was great to be in love with Gareth but I thought it difficult to adapt to my assigned role as a twelve-year-old, but I performed quite well this first day and got through the whole of it without incurring an ALP. That night Gareth gave me a reminder before bed tucked me in and left me there for almost three hours before he joined me.

On Tuesday we spoke at length about his domestic situation. He had visits with his boys every Saturday afternoon, this time was special to him and regardless of growing possessiveness towards him I knew that there was no way that I would like to come between this wonderful young man and his sons. As they were still quite young there was no way that they could be told about their father’s relationship to the man they would soon come to refer to as Uncle Mark. When I asked him what had become of his visits for the two Saturdays that we would be away he explained that he would have the boys all day on the Sunday we returned to Newcastle.

“Great!” I said, “Does that mean I’ll get to meet my little brothers?”

“Your brothers?” Gareth asked.

“Well, you’re my dad, you’re also their dad so they must be my brothers!” I remarked.

“Get a life Mark!” Gareth said with a pained expression, “understand that there is a difference between what you are to me and what Gavin and Dean are!”

“I was only playing with you!” I defended myself with a chastised look in his direction.

“Like I’m playing with you!” he whooped as he grabbed my dick through my jeans and began to squeeze it repeatedly.

We laughed.

Despite his playfulness I realised that his family situation was obviously not an area that he regarded as open to humour. I realised that he had a great sensitivity about his sons, he seemed almost bitter that he did not have them with him and angry that he knew that there was nothing he could do to wrest custody from a woman he clearly believed to be unsuitable as their guardian. Gareth was at pains to stress that he wasn’t anti-woman. He had suffered at Susan’s hand, the girl had been perfectly awful to him, but at the same time she had exposed his weak underbelly. Gareth may have been out to keep a handle on our relationship, he was the one who was going to be in charge and I think I know why – after his experience with Susan seems to have driven him towards an area where his dominion would go unchallenged. Being with another bloke was simpler than being with a girl, when you’re with a lad there are no offspring to complicate the relationship, you have just the two of you and everything that happens there.

At this time I still believed that it was fate that had brought us together. Only a few days before we met I had spoken to James about my desire for a relationship that was supportive as well as being s_e_x_ual. When I met Gareth that day in the newsagent’s it was as if destiny had seen my plight and delivered a man into my hands (or maybe me into his) that would fulfil my deepest fantasies and help me discover my innermost needs. The fact that this man had no experience of the scene and yet stumbled upon a man ready to serve his needs was too coincidental to be an accident. I don’t know who the patron saint of faggots is, but whoever he is he had to have had a hand in our coming together.

“You know Gareth, I want you to have full access to your sons. If that means pretending we’re only flatmates and keeping our relationship secret I’m fully willing to do it for you!”

Gareth looked back at me and smiled like a little boy at Christmas - “I should have spanked you the first day I met you!” he remarked.

“What on earth do you mean by that?”

“Well, you have changed so much this week since I started using my belt on you!”

“I think I’d have changed anyway because I’m so comfortable with you!”

“I think it was the spanking that made the difference!”

“I think you’re only saying that because you’re enjoying it!”

“So are you!”

That last comment of his took me by surprise. I looked at him with my mouth wide open; he looked back at me and smiled. Yes! Gareth was correct; I was into it!

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m no masochist. I liked the way Gareth had made me into a man-boy that he could mould into his own image of what a man should be. For a man who was beginning life on the edge of the scene he seemed quite at home with what was evolving. His personality was only capable of allowing him to top. He wasn’t evil or sadistic, but he was strict and I enjoyed the way he dominated me because, well … because I needed it!

“Yes!” I admitted, “I love the way you treat me!”

“Want a spanking then?” he looked at me with a grin that split the lower half of his handsome face from the upper part.

He had me! My consent given I accepted that there was no turning back. Somewhere deep inside me there was something old returning or something new emerging (I wasn’t at all sure which!) that made me want to bend over and allow this man to whack my arse, to punish me, to dominate and control me. I turned, dropped my trousers and proffered my butt as my answer. Gareth walked behind me and lowered my boxers to expose my arse to the upcoming event. Just before I closed my eyes in anticipation of the first whack I noticed a hair on my big toe, the only one left below my ears! I was just about to say it and …

SMACK!

Gareth’s hand landed on my butt. I yelped.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

As the sixth landed I thought I was done when, SMACK! Up until now Gareth had never smacked me more than six times with his hand. Sure the belt landed more often, but a slapping on the exposed rear-end never went beyond six until now!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

This was nothing like a reminder spanking. We were coming close to twenty, SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Gareth was beating away at my arse with rapid-fire strokes.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

This felt different to the beltings, my arse was beginning to sting: SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

My arse felt like it was on fire again!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

There seemed to be no let-up, SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Then, as suddenly as he had started, he stopped.

My arse was throbbing with the pain he had inflicted with his hand. Gareth left the room and I looked back at my arse. It was red! I know that this might seem like stating the obvious but I was sore. I wanted to stick my hole into the freezer (ice-box) to cool it down. I wondered would he f_u_c_k_ me when he came back. I hoped he would!

In his absence I thought back on my admission. I had broken the barriers down completely; it was like the day I burst forth from my closet. Now that I had admitted that I enjoyed being spanked by him and even asked for a spanking, I understood that this relationship was drifting in a direction that I wasn’t able to either control or predict. It occurred to me that the best thing about this relationship was that it was an adventure together. Daily the scenario changed going deeper and deeper into a world which neither of us seemed to have premeditated. I knew that I was Gareth’s first gay lover, he had said so and I had no reason to doubt it. What was becoming more obvious now was Gareth was the first man I had loved as well. Yes there were plenty of others in the past few years; most of them were only one hour to one-night romances. James was the closest I had come to ever falling in love. But what happened between James and me was always non-committal. We had been regular f_u_c_k_-buddies but never lovers in the same way as I now was with Gareth. Yes this was something new, and, to cap it all, I thought I understood why I wanted to be spanked! I was accepting punishment that I deserved for my promiscuous past! The lick of the leather belt became synonymous with reparation for my years of bad-boy activity. Each time I submitted to his discipline I was cleansing myself of my immature and immoral past. The blows were both punishment for the past and encouragement for the future. The warm afterglow that throbbed in my cheeks was like an alarm system that punished my arse for its previous availability and warned it to desist from its earlier behaviour. Gareth had woken within me a need to be more fully open to another man whilst at the same time learning to curtail my desire for bed hopping.

When Gareth returned he didn’t make love to me but he did massage my arse a bit. I groaned as he kneaded the sore flesh between the palms of his strong hands.

“I’ve really enjoyed these last few days with you …”

Alarm bells rang in my head! I began to imagine what would come next; … but I’m really a straight bloke that just wanted a bit of fun with a fag! … I was going to lose him!

“… I just can’t believe that Jimmy was so right in suggesting that I look for a boyfriend, you’ve made me so happy Mark!”

We kissed, we hugged and spent the next three days talking, walking together and doing all the things that young lovers like to do. But on top of all that I got and sought bare-butt spankings on a daily basis. Being stretched across his knee became as erotic and meaningful as having him buried to his balls in my bum. Any attention paid to me was a compliment. It didn’t matter if it was as his companion at the table, his lover in bed or his son across his knee; being with his and he being with me made a chemistry that delighted me, his man-boy!

On Saturday morning I had my one other experience of ALP in the Lake District. We were due to go home that afternoon so Gareth could spend some time the next day with Dean and Gavin. After breakfast we walked along the lakeside. Now, that should have been quite romantic and all, but I f_u_c_k_ed up, badly!

I don’t know what got into me. I was excited about getting back to Newcastle and having this superb bloke moving in with me. Up until this week I had always thought that I would never settle down with anybody, I enjoyed s_e_x_ too much for that. I had thought about it before and even spoken to James about it. In fact we had only spoken about it a few days prior to my meeting Gareth! I thought James would understand and maybe even offer to try a full-time (but open) relationship. But he didn’t want that at all

“I’m a shirt-lifting, poo-pushing arse bandit by profession!” he explained, “I’m only twenty-two and I’m far too young to be putting out to stud with an old nag like you!”

This didn’t offend me at all. James had a way with words that allowed him to say certain things that would have been offensive if somebody else said them, but I suppose it’s hard enough to take offence when the man speaking had me compliantly skewered on his dick!

My life had taken on a new direction since that conversation. By day I was an adoring twelve-year-old man-boy with a strict father, by night I was the bottom half of a perfect couple. I couldn’t wait to get back home and tell James about all that was after happening to me.

“I’m sad about us going home tomorrow,” he said quietly, “I would love to stay for another few weeks!”

“Weeks?” I cried incredulously, “do you think my arse could take this for a few more weeks?”

“It will have to!” he laughed, “After all we are going to move in together when we get home aren’t we?”

“Sure!” I replied and rolled over towards him. We locked in a tight embrace and began to roll all around the lakeshore.

Rolling became wrestling. Wrestling became grappling. Grappling became groping. I became aroused! Gareth began to open my jeans and I reciprocated. We slowly undressed each other until we were wrestling and breathless wearing only our boxers. On the secluded lakeshore we lay there exhausted by our play, I lay on top of him, our erections rubbing against each other in our boxers. He smiled at me and I bent forward to kiss him.

Gareth reached behind me and slid his hands down over my smooth buttocks. He began to knead the flesh in his hands reawakening the memory of the many spankings I had received during the week. I moaned.

“I want to give you one more ALP before we go home!” he said.

“Why?” I asked a bit horrified by the prospect.

“Because I want to give you one so the reminders continue to work!”

There was little logic to his suggestion, but I knew I shouldn’t argue or else I would incur an earned ALP. Although I enjoyed the other spankings I didn’t want an ALP, I didn’t deserve it, I pouted a bit and then said “No! It’s not fair!”

"Look", he said, "Your behaviour has been great all week. ALPs seem to have a good effect on you. I just feel that I should give you another whipping!"

That reasoning ticked me off even more so I told him to f_u_c_k_ off. He didn't say anything for a few minutes and then he told me to follow him and he led me over to a clearing in the birch forest where there was an old boat overturned in the grass. He unlooped his belt, took it and doubled it up.

"Take your position – bend over that old boat!" he said, pointing at the old boat.

I refused to move.

"Now, look, you know you have it coming. You admitted last time you learned a lesson. If you keep waiting, you're going to learn a bigger lesson than you want."

I still refused.

He slipped his belt back on his jeans and began to pull them on.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

He told me that he was planning to go home and forget about us moving in together. I tried to ask him to stay and said I was sorry but he said he would only stay if I took my medicine. Finally, I said I would do what he said.

He led me back to the old boat and I stood there in my boxers waiting for him to tell me what to do. Then to my surprise, he sat on the old boat himself and started to unbuckle his belt. He slipped it off of his jeans and doubled it up again. I had quite a toasting coming.

"Okay, bend over my knee".

Reluctantly, I slowly lowered myself over his left leg. After some adjusting, I was bent over his left knee, with my chest resting on the old boat. Without saying another word, he took the belt that he was holding in his right hand and started laying into my butt.

WHACK! WHACK. WHACK! WHACK!

Just like before, after a few whacks I was trying to squirm away and was crying out OW. With a few more WHACKS I started kicking my legs vigorously. But then he put his legs over mine so I was pinned and kept whipping away with that awful belt of his.

WHACK! WHACK!

And it didn't make any difference how loud I yelled because there was no one for miles. He was whacking me even harder than before and after about 30 swats, I was begging him to stop. When he didn't, I tried to put my hand back there and he slashed it with the belt and told me to get it out of the way. Then he just kept licking away. He gave me more swats than he had for the earlier ALPs and they were a lot harder. At this point, he stopped for a minute and like before I thought maybe the spanking was over.

"I don't like doing this but I am going to spank you harder each time until you learn to grow up!" he said.

Then, without waiting for any response WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

He delivered a series of swats. I was being driven across his leg by the stroke of the belt, so I was really rubbing myself across his leg but he didn't seem to notice this, he was just into doing the spanking and nothing else. At this point, I was really getting a hard on from rubbing up and down on his leg but at the same time, I was crying and yelling for him to stop spanking me. Finally, after I had started to cry, he stopped. I just lay there, still crying and he just waited.

"Are you going to act up any more?"

I shook my head.

He delivered a hard swat with his open hand to my butt. "I want an answer"

"No" I said, still lying across his knee.

"You can get up for now, but don't think we’re finished yet!"

I got up off of his knee rubbing my butt. It was really sore! He handed me his belt and told me to hold it for him. I was surprised at how warm it had gotten while he was wielding it over my backside. I couldn't believe my ALP wasn't over.

"Please don't spank me again, Gareth, please...I'll never act up again."

He grabbed me by my arm and took me over by a large tree. "You and I both know that that's not true, but I want to make sure it’s a long time before we do this again. Now you just be quiet!"

He told me stand facing the tree and think about what I had done and what he was going to do. He told me if I turned around he would come back and take my boxers down and use the belt on me. With that, he gave me another hard swat with his open hand and walked away.

Well, I stood there like a good boy for what seemed like an entire hour, facing the tree and holding his doubled up belt in my hand. I was afraid to put it down or even look around because that might initiate another ALP.

After the hour was up he came up and told me to turn around. I was surprised to see he had a smooth branch of birch in his hand. I couldn't believe that this was happening.

"Please don't use a rod, Gareth, please Dad...anything but that!"

He stood there looking at me for a minute or so, and then he threw the birch away. I must have looked relieved, because he told me not to think it was over. Then he reached over and took the belt out of my hand. I was afraid he was going to take the belt to me again but to my surprise he threaded it back on his jeans.

"Okay, let’s go" and he led me back to the boat. He sat on it and gestured for me to come over. This time was a little different; he took me across his lap so I was positioned with my crotch just over his right leg, in a classic spanking position.

"I'm going to spank you harder each time I give it to you!"

Then without warning, he pulled my boxer shorts down just below my butt and started spanking my bare butt with his open hand. I didn't think it would hurt after getting whipped with his belt but I was surprised at how much it stung. Considering how sore my butt already was it didn’t take more than a few smacks for me to try rolling around to get away and yelling for him to stop.

Fortunately, he seemed to be doing it for more for reminder than for ALP because he only gave me about 25 smacks. Then he put his hand on my butt and asked if I was going to be able to behave in the future without spankings. Although I was crying pretty good, I must have assured him enough because he pulled my boxers back up and told me to get up.

We went back to the house and straight to our room. Gareth stripped off and then pulled on a pair of tight black briefs. I stood there watching in a pair of boxers, my arse still stinging from the whipping on the beach.

"Yes, we’re going to make love again Mark." he said as he ordered me to lie face down on the bed.

I stepped out of my boxers and obeyed. He lay down on top of me, holding me tightly; he started pumping his hard dick, still sheathed in the black dick pouch of his briefs, into me. I could feel his rock hard dick both absorbing, and adding to the heat of my tender arse as it rubbed along my cheeks and up and down the crack of my arse. With my arse pushed up by the pillows my asshole was tingling as his dick pumped over it. I wanted to feel his big dick push into my hole. I caressed his hands and arms as I thought; yes I'm going to get f_u_c_k_ed! He continued pumping and then turned me over and began thrusting against my hard dick. I reached up and grabbed both of our dicks as he continued to thrust. I know I was smiling as I raised my gaze up at his muscular chest and my smile became a wicked grin as I looked in his eyes, knowing that he is the hottest man I've ever dreamed of, and to think that he likes to spank me too!

He peeled off his underwear and I was once again bent across his lap getting a final arse warming before I was to get really warmed by a long, hard f_u_c_k_ing. I've got to say that those last hand spanks felt great... I didn't keep count; I just savoured the sting as each whack came harder and harder until he said, "there are still two spots that aren't red!"

With that I got another couple of hard whacks... and I can assure you that my butt ended with a uniform glow!

And nothing's better then to have my arse good and blistered and to feel him loosening up my hole. I could feel my hole tighten and loosen with each stroke of his finger, anticipating (though still a bit nervous) when he places his thick dick on my puckering hole and pushes his stiff manhood in. OHH! I could feel my hole stretching to accommodate his dick and then tightening back. It's great ... Gareth pumping, his thighs and balls pounding against my arse as his dick pounds my prostate. I could feel the pre cum dripping from my dick as I turned my head to watch in the mirror... his buns were contracting with each thrust. Oh man he gets me hot! He guided me toward the bed and laid me back, my arse in the air and my feet supported on his strong shoulders. I sure did smile as he put his dick back in my hole and began f_u_c_k_ing deep and hard. I couldn't think of anything but how great my arse felt tightening on each stroke ... not wanting to let go! God, he was f_u_c_k_ing my arse.

He slowed his pumping to a stop and said "I'm going to cum"

YES! I wanted him to explode! To empty his balls! I wanted to make him feel great! I started to f_u_c_k_ his dick with my arse ... tightening and pulling his body closer and deeper as his orgasm exploded and intensified! Sweat came streaming from his brow and I could see the pure pleasure in his body as his dick continued to throb in my arse... spurting his hot cum!

I laid there holding his thighs, his dick still in me, feeling warm and satisfied. I'd gotten the spanking that I needed, and I got a f_u_c_k_ing that I won't forget. And even now, it doesn't take long to feel that smile come back on my face, and my dick stiffen, as I closed my eyes to relive that hot afternoon...

I couldn't sit down for the rest of that day but after a bit, we didn't talk about it any more. We went for a hike and made love in the woods, we went for a drink together, and then to bed.

Next day began much as the others had, a reminder spanking after breakfast started my chores as I cleaned up and packed for our return to Newcastle. My butt stung, but I think that week with him was the best of my life so far!

As we drove home to Newcastle I thought of how happy my life had become since meeting Gareth and his Accelerated Learning Programme. If anybody who knew me realised how much I had submitted to during my time away with him they would have been hard pushed to believe it. My bum stung on the seat, radiating warmth as we drove along. We passed the service area on the motorway where we stopped on the way. We went back in and ordered something to eat, but our waitress wasn’t there! Gareth threatened to spank me in the car park, but as it was Saturday afternoon there were too many people and children in the area so my arse was left alone.

I couldn’t wait to get home and tell James all about what had happened to me. I wondered would he believe it – well, I had a shaved body and a red butt to prove it if he doubted!

GARETH 07 – AN ENCOUNTER WITH JAMES

When we arrived back at my place we were greeted by the aftermath of a burglary. My house had been ransacked while we were away. We called the police and they came over about an hour later. Gareth and I were careful not to touch anything but I made a careful inventory of what was missing. When the police arrived they took a statement and fingerprinted the whole place. They asked me if I had any idea who it might have been. I couldn’t answer the question. I really had no idea if anybody I knew could have done this to me. Gareth put his arm around me and I began to sob. The policeman felt uneasy, he was quite young and sensed that we might be gay. He called his partner who was busy taking fingerprints and they left.

“Want a hand to pull the place together love?” Gareth asked as they closed the door behind them.

We set to the unpleasant task of cleaning up. I used bleach on everything. My house was defiled and I felt awful. While I was cleaning everything Gareth took the vacuum cleaner and did a thorough clean up of the living room and the bedroom. I concentrated on the kitchen and the other rooms. It took several hours to complete, but as Gareth had to collect his sons he left after two. I continued to scrub and clean until the small hours of Sunday morning. I was upset. I changed the sheets on my bed and crawled in sobbing. I felt my arse and it was comfortably warm from the attention Gareth had lavished upon it before we left the Lake District. I spanked myself once re-igniting the warmth of his dominant touch – I wished he were here with me now. I needed him, but Gareth had other duties to attend to.

He called me in the morning to see how I was. I was still upset.

“I can’t come over today,” he explained, “I have the boys until ten and then I have to get my stuff together for work on Monday!”

“Will you be here on Monday after work?”

“I could be but I’ll have to meet my landlord and give in my notice on the bedsit.”

“But you could drop in on your way home from work!”

Gareth promised that he would drop by on Monday evening to see how I was.

“And will you be giving me a reminder?” I asked hopefully.

Gareth laughed – “I’ll drop by every day this week if that’s what you need Mark!” he promised.

“And will you stay over?”

“You appear to be asking for something else now!” he remarked.

“I need that as well.” I explained.

“I guess I’ll be living there in a week’s time, I’d prefer to wait for the other until we’re together! After all, I’m not into screw and then go home!”

“What do you mean?”

“When we are sharing our home together I will do anything for you, but until we’re together I think reminders are all that you should get!”

If ever a motivation for getting your boyfriend to move in existed I had it here.

“And keep yourself smooth for daddy, remember, you’re only twelve!”

Gareth left and I sat there feeling violated by the burglary. It was so lonely being alone without Gareth at a time like this. Still, I understood that we couldn’t be together and jeopardise his contact with Sean and Gavin. They were his real life sons and the bond between them was important, very different to the father/son game that we were playing. Gareth and I were lovers and that meant that I had to understand that there was a chasm between Gareth as my daddy and as the boys’ father.

The loneliness was killing me so I called James and invited him over for a chat.

“Hi lover-boy!” he sniggered down the phone.

“F_u_c_k_ off James!” I snapped, “I wanted you to come over because…”

“Because you’re feeling neglected and need some attention!” he interrupted.

“No!” I replied. I could hear some people in the background. “Who’s with you?” I asked.

“Nobody you know!” he replied, “What’s up?”

“I’ve been burgled and I wanted somebody to sit with me!”

“Afraid to be in the house on your own?”

“Not quite!” I replied, “I just want somebody to talk to for a while!”

“I’ll be over as soon as I can!”

James called by about two hours after the call. I was delighted to see him. James was dressed in his usual football shirt and tracksuit bottoms his handsome face darkened seductively, as always, in the shadow of his trademark Newcastle United baseball hat. I had been looking forward to telling him all about my new lover and had forgotten to call him. The burglary had really set me back quite a bit.

“I thought that I’d have found you radiant!” James said as he walked in and found me looking quite glum. “Things with your new slapper didn’t quite work out in the end?”

I smiled coyly at him – “Sorry to be like this! The house was done over while we were away!”

“But how was your time with the new bloke?”

“Super! And yes, he is a slapper!”

“I thought you said he was a giver!” James remarked with some surprise.

“When I say slapper I don’t mean slapper as in bitch!” I explained, “I mean slapper as in person who slaps!”

“He hit you?” James seemed quite annoyed.

“No!” I said enthusiastically, “I mean he put me across his knee and slapped me!”

James was shocked at this. He looked at me with a mixture of pure disbelief and total bafflement. I was amused by his reaction. Here he was sitting with his jaw on the floor with his regular f_u_c_k_-buddy telling him he had got spanked.

“I know you’re sort of kinky sometimes….” he began, but he didn’t finish.

“And he shaved me completely!” I boasted.

James looked shocked.

“Here, I’ll show you!” I said as I opened my s_h_i_t_ to reveal my shaved chest.

“F_u_c_k_!” James gasped.

I watched bemused as his face contorted when I removed my shirt to reveal my shaved armpits. I unbuckled my belt and opened my jeans. A little gasp greeted his first sight of my hairless legs. But he squawked awkwardly when I lowered my boxers to reveal my groin!

“And look at this!” I exclaimed as I turned to reveal the marks on my butt.

“Oh my God Mark! I’m so sorry!”

“There’s no need for you to be sorry,” I replied, “Gareth did this and I let him. In fact I loved it!”

“Oh Mark! How could I have let him do this to you? I’m so sorry Mark, really, I am!”

James was examining the damage to my arse. I was amused that he kept apologising for letting Gareth do this to me. His rubbing against my arse was getting me aroused. His tracksuit bottoms did little to hide the fact that he was getting quite into this himself.

“Would you like to spank me James?” I asked.

“NO!”

“Just as well!” I said, “Gareth would flay me alive if I cheated on him!”

James dropped to his knees and leaned forward to take my dick into his mouth. I realised immediately where this was leading and started to push him away.

“What’s got into you?” he asked confused by my rejection.

“Gareth wouldn’t like it!” I explained.

“Gareth isn’t getting it!” he replied as he lunged forward and set me sprawling backwards onto the sofa.

With my boxers around my knees and my jeans around my ankles I couldn’t but fall. James followed and buried his face into my groin grabbing at my erection with his tongue as his baseball hat went flying and landed beside me on the sofa. I tried to push him off me but my will was weakening. Gareth wouldn’t know and wouldn’t be here until tomorrow anyway. Led by my dick I gave up the struggle and allowed James to complete the task of emptying my balls!

All that I had learned over the last few weeks was out the window as my seed shot deeply into James’ familiar and warm sucking mouth. Lost in the throes of orgasm I forgot completely about my sense of shame at my promiscuous past – old habits die-hard and it wasn’t too long before my buddy of many years was pounding my arse on the sofa; doggy style – the way James likes it best!

As James’ dick slid in and out of my clenching hole I felt a small pang of guilt. The ALP had achieved nothing! A week of beltings and reminders had not changed me at all, if there was a c_o_c_k_ about I still wanted it. What’s that expression about not being able to teach the old dog new tricks? Well this old dog was still a bitch! But the guilt was short-lived. The magnificent and familiar feeling of James thrusting in and out of me had me right back where I was seven weeks ago. If Gareth cold see me now he’s go mad, but he was with his sons and so there was no chance of him dropping by.

James was really pounding me. His thrusts were rocking me forward with a force that couldn’t be imagined. I was in heaven! Then, after about ten minutes of relentless f_u_c_k_ing, he shot a load deep inside me. Yes! I wallowed in the warm sensation of having him back again. For a moment I didn’t care if I ever saw Gareth again. He withdrew and we kissed.

“Where did you learn to kiss like that?” he asked in surprise as we separated.

“I had a week of good instruction!”

“Okay if I stay the night?”

That was a rhetorical question. We walked together hand in hand to the bedroom to resume our lovemaking.

We crawled under the duvet and James lined up for re-entry. I pushed backwards anxious to receive more attention from this fantastic man. Soon he was buried to the balls in my arse and began to slide in and out.

The phone rang.

“Leave it!” he whispered, “whoever it is can call back tomorrow!”

“Supposing it’s Gareth?” I asked.

“Gareth with his boys you said, relax Mark! That arse of yours needs some loving!”

I pulled away and made my way back to the living room in a hurry to answer. I got it. It was Gareth.

“What took you so long to answer?” he asked.

“I was in bed!”

“You were in bed, but it’s only eight o’clock!” he exclaimed.

“I went to bed early because I have work in the morning,” I explained, “how come you’re ringing? I thought you had the boys all day!”

“Jimmy got called away!” he replied, “so I had to bring them back early. I’m at home now but I was hoping to come over. Is that okay with you?”

S_h_i_t_! Gareth was coming over and I would have to get rid of James. “Fine!” I said.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m great!”

“Just you sound a bit strange!”

“Yeah you woke me!”

“Sorry love! Do you want me to come over?”

My arse was telling me to refuse and let James get back to work, but something inside of me wanted Gareth here tonight. Great and all a James is and despite my reservations over the last hour, the sound of Gareth’s voice got me hot for him again. I could ask James to leave, he’d understand.

“I’d love you to come over!”

“Do you need a reminder?”

“Do I need a reminder?” I shrieked, (maybe a bit too loudly) “Does a duck with one leg swim in a circle?”

Gareth laughed, “I’ll be there in ten minutes!” and he hung up.

F_U_C_K_!

I rushed into the room where James was lying on the bed stroking his dick.

“Can we get back to what we started?” he asked.

“No James!” I replied curtly, “we can’t! Gareth is on his way over and he’ll go mad if he finds you here!”

“Are you throwing me out?”

“Stop f_u_c_k_ing around James! You know it’s not like that!”

“What’s he got that I haven’t got?”

“A belt!” I replied, “now get your arse out of the bed and get out quickly before he catches you here!”

“Charming!” he muttered, “you invite a bloke over, shag him and then tell him to naff off because some other bloke is on his way!”

“Please James!” I begged.

James got out of bed and I hurried him along to get dressed.

“Please hurry!” I begged, “Gareth could arrive any minute!”

I didn’t think he was too happy as I quickly bundled him out the door. He was still buckling his belt as I closed the door behind him. I turned and looked at the room. The cushions were loose on the sofa so I pushed the back into place. In my panic I thought that Gareth would smell s_e_x_ in the room so I ran into the bedroom and got the can of Lynx. I began to spray the house with it – Gareth liked the smell!

I ran to the bathroom and left the can there. I took some paper to make sure that there was no residue of James-juice on my hole. It stung as I wiped it. James never lost that touch! I was going toward the bedroom to get a pair of boxers on when I heard the bell ringing. S_H_I_T_! Gareth was here already. Thank God I had got James out on time!

I was still naked when I opened the door. As soon as I saw him standing there with his beautiful smile and a holdall in his hand I felt like s_h_i_t_! Yeah, here we go again! There was a s_e_x_-god standing in front of me with a smile on his face and a passion in his body for me and what had I done? I had f_u_c_k_ed my best friend as soon as my lover was out of sight. “Mark!” I said to myself, “you’re not a slut, you’re a two-timing, unworthy, dishonest, sneaky, low-down, horrid, worthless piece of s_h_i_t_ that doesn’t deserve the attentions that this kind faithful man was lavishing upon you!”

“Come in!” I said sheepishly.

Gareth looked at me with a quizzical look in his eye. “Is something the matter Mark? Why are you naked?”

“I told you that I was in bed!”

“But that was ten minutes ago!” He sniffed, “do I smell Lynx?”

He walked past me and closed the door behind him with his foot. I raised my head, hey, if I’m a slut for getting aroused at the first sight of a c_o_c_k_ so is Gareth. He gets aroused when he gets his first sniff of Lynx! We have something in common; we are both creatures of impulse!

“No point in putting your boxers on!” he remarked as he sat in the middle of the sofa with the palms of his hands against the cushions, “now come on over and I’ll give you a good hard reminder!”

SMACK!

The first slap landed and shook the flesh of my arse quite a bit. Stop! The pain of heat slowly rose and began to warm my bum.

SMACK! SMACK!

Two hard ones followed in quick succession and I yelped in pain.

SMACK! SMACK!

Two more! I knew that this reminder was pointless. James had just shafted me and here was my lover giving me a reminder.

SMACK! SMACK!

If he knew the truth it would be a proper ALP that I should be getting now, boxers on and a belt swinging at my whorish butt.

SMACK! SMACK!

But Gareth didn’t know!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

As he landed one stinging slap after another on alternate cheeks I wondered did he know what I had done. As reminder spankings go this was worse than the others. I was yelping like a puppy as he flayed me with the hardest hand spanking he had ever given me.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I couldn’t even count the swats this time. I had no idea how many I had already gotten or how many more were to come. A reminder spanking was supposed to be six!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Only ten to go!” Gareth said shaking his wrist. His hand was obviously getting tired and maybe even sore.

I took advantage of the lull to ask a question.

“Daddy? Can I ask a question?” I sniffled.

“Yeah boy! Shoot!”

“Why am I getting such a big reminder?”

“Because you need it!” he replied simply and then SMACK!

There was no point in continuing the questions as SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Now Mark!” he said, “go and stand in the corner where you cannot see the television!”

I moped off into the corner and began to think. Did he suspect that I had somebody over? No! There was no way that he could have suspected that, I had carefully removed all the evidence even if I was in a hurry. Maybe he was annoyed by the smell of Lynx? Maybe he guessed that it was there to cover up the smell of what James and I were doing? No! He would have known that I was spraying the house because he liked the smell. Was he annoyed by my nakedness when I should have been wearing pyjamas like he gave me? Yeah! That was probably it! I heard him rise from the sofa and open his holdall. S_H_I_T_! I thought; was he getting his belt? I didn’t dare look around. I heard his rummage for a while, then I heard the sound of the zipper closing and then the light plop as he landed his arse back onto the sofa. I imagined that he had the belt ready. He knew that James was here and I was going to get it very soon!

The news at nine came on the television and Gareth said, “Okay son, it’s nine o’clock – your bedtime!”

When I turned he was standing there with his holdall and taking my hand he led me upstairs to the bedroom. My stomach was in knots as I faced the unknown. Surely he couldn’t have guessed what I had been doing with James? Maybe he was just annoyed because of the curtailed visit to his sons and was taking it our on me? I suddenly became aware of James’ spunk in my arse. Now I know I couldn’t really feel it (I’m not that sensitive!) but I imagined that I could. We were in the bedroom now and my mind was racing at a speed that could win any Grand Prix rally. If Gareth had s_e_x_ with me and withdrew he would see the residue of James’ efforts on his knob! What would he do then? Flay me? Leave me? Murder me? The options were endless.

“Lie on the bed on your tummy!”

That was an order that I expected. Behind me Gareth reached into his holdall. I closed my eyes in fear and anticipation of my first flogging on the bare arse. He was standing over my prone body and I was too scared to open my eyes and see what I had coming to me.

SPLAT!

I shrieked as the cold splat of Aloe Vera landed on my butt!

“What’s the shouting for?” Gareth laughed.

I blushed a thousand shades of red – “I thought you were going to ALP me!” I replied meekly.

“Why? Do you deserve one? Is there something I should know?”

PHEW! He hadn’t guessed!

“No!” I lied!

Gareth laughed quietly as he massaged my burning cheeks.

“Why did I get such a lengthy reminder dad?” I asked.

“To take your mind off the burglary!” he replied, “I thought you were upset so I decided that lots of attention would be some help.”

“That was very kind of you!” I remarked as he continued the soothing massage of my buttocks.

“I brought my stuff over to stay the night!” he said, “I hope you don’t mind! I didn’t want you to be alone and afraid that the burglars might come back!”

“Of course I don’t mind! I’m really glad you’re staying!”

I felt so low that I could crawl out under the door! The most wonderful man in the universe was massaging my butt and offering to stay and mind me because he knew I was upset. I didn’t know if it was his smile and kindness or his dominance and horse-dick that made me want him to stay. After what I had done with James I was almost certain it was the latter. That disappointed me; I wished I was mature enough to love him for who he was rather than for what he could do!

“Give us a suck mate!” he said as he moved towards the head of the bed.

He sat on the pillows with his knees raised and opened his flies. His dick was forcing the cotton of his boxers through the opening. I knelt and then bend forward to savour his jumbo sausage. I sucked and he massaged my butt until he came in my mouth!

“Get your pyjamas on son and daddy will read you a bedtime story!”

“Can I go out and clean my butt first?” I asked.

“Sure!”

I walked towards the door wriggling my butt as I moved. I would get away with it after all! Once I was rinsed there would be no evidence of James for him to find.

When I returned I dressed in the pyjamas he had given me and crawled into bed. Gareth tucked me in and began to read a chapter of an erotic novel that he had brought with him. It was a book called Blow the Man Down by some chap called Jason Fury. It was so hot it was incredible! I wanted to jack off but knew I shouldn’t, so when the story ended he kissed me tenderly on the cheek and left the room!

I curled up and tried to sleep but there was too much going on in my mind. I decided that I wouldn’t tell him about the episode with James. He had told me that he wanted me to love honour and obey him. I loved him and I even obeyed him, but what I did with James dishonoured him. I would keep it a secret forever!

I dozed off. Gareth getting into the other side of my bed wakened me some time later. He curled up behind me and entered me without much resistance. Slowly and deliberately he slid in and out of me, his groin brushing against my stinging arse with each thrust. When he finished we fell asleep in that position. The following morning we were still coupled when we woke!

GARETH 08 – CAUGHT!

It was eight o’clock when we crawled out of bed. The day began with a reminder. This time there were only six slaps. After that we showered together and dressed for work. Gareth’s work clothes were black Snickers work gear. His butt looked great in them. Any time there were workmen in the bank they wore the blue version, these looked so much better. Maybe because it was Gareth who was wearing them!

“I best be off,” I said, “I can’t be late for work this week!”

Gareth coughed and asked, “What age are you son?”

I looked at him quizzically and he repeated the question quite firmly.

“Twelve!” I answered.

“And do twelve-year-olds go to work?”

“No! Not in this country!”

“Where do twelve-year-olds go during the day?”

“School?” I answered.

“Good boy, now don’t be late for school and I’ll see you when I get back this evening!”

It didn’t take long for my colleagues and staff to realise that I had changed in the week I was away. I was quieter than before they said and asked why I had removed my trademark goatee. Overall they asked lots of questions and I was uncomfortable in my large black chair from Gareth’s morning efforts.

James called at ten.

“Hey Mark!” he said, “I think I left my cap at your place yesterday!”

“I cleaned up when you were gone and didn’t see it! Are you sure you left it there and didn’t take it home?”

“I realised as soon as I was outside, it’s definitely at your place!”

“I’ll look for it as soon as I get home,” I promised, “and I’ll call you when I find it!”

The day dragged on forever. I was anxious to get home and find the cap before Gareth did. I knew I hadn’t seen it and wondered where it could be. Gareth would be over later so I had an hour or two to find it. But when I got home there was no sign of it. I even tried down the back of the sofa thinking it might have fallen under the cushions during our sessions it wasn’t there.

I pulled the entire house apart but couldn’t find it. I rang James and told him. He insisted that it must be somewhere and I told him he could come over and check for himself. He was busy so he declined.

When Gareth arrived he took my hand, led me upstairs to my room and sat on my bed. He looked like he was ready to give me a reminder.

"You and I have to have a talk, son."

This made me pretty excited because anytime he called me son it was followed by a spanking.

'What about?"

“I found this!” he said holding up James’ cap.

“Where?” I asked.

“Down the back of the sofa. Is it yours?”

“Yes!” I lied.

“Then put it on son!”

I put the cap on my head but it was too small. It didn’t fit me at all.

“Interesting!” Gareth hummed, “it’s not yours at all is it?”

“No!” I admitted, “it’s not!”

“I knew that,” he said, “when I cleaned up after the burglary I cleaned under the sofa cushions and it wasn’t there, but when I was sitting there yesterday my hand slipped behind the cushions when you were blowing me and I found it!”

I was caught! There was no excuse coming to mind, I began to panic and blush at the same time. I was caught; I was going to lose him.

"We're going to have to get to the bottom of this and when we do, you might end up with a very sore bottom."

I looked up at him and was relieved to see he didn't look too angry.

"It belongs to my mate James!" I confessed.

“Why didn’t you say that in the first place?”

“Because I didn’t want you to know that he was here yesterday!”

“Because you were having s_e_x_ with him?”

I blushed and whispered, “yes!”

“Louder!” he ordered.

“YES SIR!”

He stood up and left the room, telling me to stay there until he came back. A few minutes later, he opened the door and told me to come out into the sitting room.

"I took James’ number from your diary and called him. He is on his way over here so let's wait for him."

Gareth and I went into the sitting room. He sat on one end of the sofa and I sat on the other. I was really scared and didn't know what to do now. A few minutes later, James knocked on the door and I got up to let him in. Gareth asked James if he had left the cap behind him the previous day.

"That's right. I left it behind me here the other day."

“And were you having s_e_x_ here when I was away?” Gareth asked James

“We were!”

"Is James telling the truth?" Gareth asked me.

I nodded my head and looked down at my feet. It was silent for a minute then Gareth asked, “What should I do?"

James, the traitor, was quick to offer a suggestion. "Whip his arse!"

"I don't think I have any choice son, you know the routine, get over here behind the sofa and drop your pants."

I begged him not to do it in front of James.

"James’s not only going to watch you get whipped, he's going to take part, so shut up and get over here. I'm going to go in the bedroom and get my belt."

James quickly unbuckled his belt, the same one he had licked me with, and pulled it off.

"Here, Gareth, use mine."

Gareth took the belt from James and looked at it. It was a heavy brown leather belt.

"This should do the job. All right son pants down and over the sofa."

I moved over to the back of the sofa and dropped my pants, glad that my boxers were always kept on for a belting in meant that I wouldn’t get whipped bare-arsed in front of James. I bent over the back of the sofa so my face was pushed into the seat cushion but I could still see James standing there in front of the sofa. James walked over behind the sofa and stood at my left side. I could hear the tinkling of James’ belt buckle and all of a sudden Gareth started whaling on me with the belt.

WHACK! WHACK!

He was giving me his normal hard strokes, one after another. I was embarrassed at first to get whipped in front of James but after a number of licks I was only thinking about how my arse was on fire, not how it looked. He didn't say a word but kept it up for about 25 and I was jumping around pretty good and begging him to please stop. He threw the doubled up belt on the sofa by me so I started to stand up.

"Don't get up, stay there!"

I lay back down and waited. Gareth went into the kitchen and got a few beers and he and James sat there, drinking beer and Gareth smoked while I laid there, butt up in my shorts.

After they finished their beer, Gareth said, "Okay, James, your turn. He brought you into this and lied about you, lay into him."

James chuckled a bit and picked up his belt and came around behind the sofa. He stood to my right side so that Gareth could see what was going on. He reached down and started to pull down my shorts.

Just as he did it, Gareth said, "Hey, don't do that, only hand-spanking on his bare arse, so pull them back up."

James didn't argue but pulled my shorts back up. A second later his first swat came.

WHACK!

If anything, James was whipping me harder than Gareth had. His whacks were coming fast and furious and he was landing them all over my butt, from top to bottom. I was crying out and jumping all over but knew better than to simply get up. Finally, after a good thirty whacks, Gareth told him that was enough for now so James dropped the belt back on the sofa. I was told not to get up so I stayed in position.

James stepped forward and reached out with his right hand, clamping it onto my shoulder. He began to push me to the floor. I submitted and sank to my knees.

"Now, you look much better in that position."

He grinned down at me and his handsome had had me almost drooling. His eyes twinkled with amusement at watching me kneel at his feet. I watched as he widened his stance and his left hand went to the base of his dick. Holding his soft dick, he stepped forward, aiming it at my mouth. He looked over at Gareth as if to ask permission to continue, Gareth just smiled and nodded.

“He gets off on being talked down to!” Gareth said softly.

James leered at him in joy, "Open up c_o_c_k_sucker."

I let my mouth drop open and saw his grin widen. He slid his dick between my lips and I immediately attacked it with my tongue. He let out an appreciative moan and his dick quickly began to harden. In seconds flat I had a nice mouthful of about six to seven inches of dick. I felt his hands grab the sides of my head and I knelt there, letting him f_u_c_k_ my mouth any way he wanted. Then he pulled back until just the head was in my mouth.

"Use your tongue on the head, Mark," he said quietly. "Get it up under the skin."

I did as he asked and tasted the juices his dick was already leaking. I tilted my head back, to look at his body and his face. His skin glistened with drops of sweat. My eyes continued up his body, taking in the curves of his muscles and the power in them until I reached his face. His head was tossed back a little and I could see his eyes were mostly closed. I guess he had enough of the attention to his head because he thrust back in deeply and began to f_u_c_k_ my face again. After about ten jabs, he looked down at me.

"Yeah, I knew you'd be a good c_o_c_k_sucker. Big man on his knees getting his throat reamed out. F_u_c_k_ yeah, you are a hell of a sight, Mark, with your hard dick showing how much you are liking it."

He didn't give me time to really let his words sink into my brain as he started to f_u_c_k_ my mouth harder. He kept this up for a few minutes, then his grip on my head changed. His hands grabbed me and he pulled upwards. His dick popped free and bobbed in front of my face. I took several deep breaths as he pulled me to my feet. I only got to see him for a second, but I recognized the look on his face. This young man wanted to f_u_c_k_ me.

He spun me around facing the wall and pushed me up against it, trapping my own dick between my stomach and the wall. I felt the heat of his body as he moved in close behind me.

"Spread them legs, faggot."

He kicked at the insides of my ankles until I spread my legs, giving him better access.

"Now you're mine, fag boy. Hope you've taken it up the arse from Gareth today, or this is really going to hurt."

I felt his dick rub along my red arse. He used one hand on the back of my neck to hold me pinned against the wall, at his mercy. I felt his chest pull away from my back as he leaned backwards to aim his dick, then his dick head found my hole. Without any preparation, he moved inside me in one smooth movement. I let out a moan of pain and pleasure. His body was tight against mine again and I could feel his breath on my right cheek and the hard wall against my left. My hands were on the wall on either side of my head.

"Oh f_u_c_k_ yeah. You've been f_u_c_k_ed today, boy. You took that way too easily for this to be your first time. Too bad, I would have liked to hear your scream. You made a sight on your knees with my dick in your mouth, but this is even better. How do you like that, faggot? You like being my sausage-jockey?"

"Oh, f_u_c_k_ yeah," I admitted. "Your dick feels great."

"I know it does, s_h_i_t_-head. I've f_u_c_k_ed you before and you always love having my dick up your arse. Now, keep it tight!" he ordered.

I clamped down more tightly on his dick, using my arse muscles to milk him.

"That's right faggot. Keep it tight for me and you'll be full of my load in no time."

He started to pound into me faster and moved his hands to mine, pinning them against the wall above my head.

"There! Take it boy! Oh f_u_c_k_ yeah! Keep it tight for me, boy. Show me how good a fairy you are. That's right. Milk my dick with your tight c_u_n_t_. OHH yeah. That's it you dumb faggot. Treat my dick right. Going to fill you with my wad, dude. Going to shoot my wad in your tight c_u_n_t_! OHH f_u_c_k_! Here it comes!"

He let out a loud moan, then yelled "Take it, take it take it!"

I could feel his dick swelling and knew he was pumping my sore full of his load. He kept saying "take it" with each spurt from his dick, his body pressing me tightly into the wall. I was straining, trying to use the force of his thrusts that were moving my body up and down the wall to get my own dick to spurt, but then he rammed in deeply and held there. I felt the last few shudders run through his body as he finished cumming. Still he didn't pull out of me.

"How'd you like that, fag?" I felt him twitch his dick inside me.

"That was great. You f_u_c_k_ like a real man."

"Yeah, I know I do, boy."

Slowly, he let his dick slide out of me, but still held my hands pinned to the wall. He put his mouth next to my ear again.

"I'm going to do that to you again, would you enjoy that faggot?"

I nodded.

"You want me to do it to you again?" he demanded.

"Yes," I admitted.

He laughed quietly in my ear. "I know you do."

As he moved away I could hear Gareth chuckling behind me.

“Well James!” he said, “you’d better get cleaned up for the next part!”

James went into the kitchen to wipe his dick and came out with two more beers, which he and Gareth drank while Gareth had another cigarette. When they finished, Gareth got up and said he would be back in a minute, going into his bedroom. Just a minute later, he came back, carrying his own belt.

"Okay, let's finish this off, James."

Gareth stood on my left side and James on the right, each with a leather belt in hand. Before James did anything, Gareth laid his hand on my sore butt and asked me if I understood why I was getting whipped so badly. I told him I did and I was sorry. Then Gareth reared back and he took the first crack, then James, and they got into a fast rhythm, whipping me harder than I had ever been whipped. There was virtually no pause between the whacks, Gareth's belt would come crashing down on my right cheek, and a split second later, James’ belt would land on my left cheek. I was really crying loud when they finally finished, after having given me another 50 whacks each. Then Gareth announced it was over and told me to stand up.

I stood up and rubbed my butt good, trying to get some circulation back into. It was really hot! Gareth had come around to the front of the sofa and dropped his belt on the coffee table. James was threading his belt back on his jeans, and chuckling.

"You learn something, boy?" he asked.

I nodded and told James I was sorry that I had lied about him and hoped he would accept my apology. I told Gareth I was sorry, too, and he responded by telling me to go to my room and go to bed.

As I walked towards the stairs Gareth called me back.

“I forgot something Mark,” he said.

I looked at him nervously. Sure I knew that the James incident wasn’t going to make him leave me, in fact I thought during the whipping that the two of them got along quite well.

“Before you retire for the evening,” Gareth continued in a formal voice, “I wanted you to meet somebody!”

I looked quite puzzled by this. James walked towards me with a smile from ear to ear.

“Allow me to present my brother in law, Mark this is Jimmy! Jimmy, Mark!”

GARETH 09 – FAR AWAY FIELDS ARE GREENER.

As James walked towards me I realised that I had been set-up by him. It had never crossed my mind for one small moment that James and Jimmy just happened to be the same name. The fact that nobody had ever called James anything other than James helped to disguise his identity. I was not at all impressed and my scowl made that obvious to both of them.

“GET THE F_U_C_K_ OUT OF MY HOUSE!” I screamed.

That took both of them by surprise. Their faces dropped.

“YOU HEARD ME – NOW F_U_C_K_ OFF! I NEVER WANT TO SEE EITHER OF YOU AGAIN!”

I ran up the stairs in floods of tears. Neither of them had a chance to speak. I threw myself on the bed and began to cry. For years I had always trusted James. He was my best mate. I didn’t expect him to set me up for an event like what had happened. I felt like a real fool!

I spent the rest of the evening there on the bed. When night came I was too angry to sleep. I practiced conversations I wanted to have with James and Gareth if I ever saw either of them again. I hoped I wouldn’t, and they I hoped I would - but only to give them a piece of my mind! They had deliberately tricked me into thinking that I had found Mr. Right and then set me up for the two of them to flog me. As far as I was concerned they were a pair of sick sadistic bastards and I never wanted a part of them again.

Everything I had learned from Gareth went out the window at that point. Commentators often remark on how fickle and shy of commitment homos_e_x_ual men are. From that point I began to believe those awful writers who had made me angry in the past. I had trusted and confided in James that I was looking for something more than a one-night-stand with him and he had told me that he wasn’t ready for that yet. Then the f_u_c_k_ing little bastard had got some mate of his to lead me up the garden path, trick me into falling in love with him, allow him to degrade me and then set me up for this evening’s debacle. James, or Jimmy as he is to his real friends, was a liar and a cheat – he was certainly no friend of mine.

The alarm woke me at half past seven. My eyes stung from all the crying, I didn’t remember falling asleep but I knew I hadn’t been asleep for very long. The room was cold and my feet were freezing. I sat on the edge of my bed shaking. I don’t know if it was the cold or my anger. I didn’t want to go to work; maybe I could call in sick! ‘No!’ I thought to myself, ‘don’t let these bastards ruin your life, get up and go to work!’

Work was a nightmare! I couldn’t really concentrate on what I was doing and wanted to go home. But I stuck at it. The phone rang just after eleven. It was Jimmy or James or whatever his name is. As soon as I heard his voice I hung up.

When I got home there was another message from James on the answering machine. I deleted it without listening to it. My mind was made up there would be no further contact between us. I stayed in and drank a bottle of wine, the phone rang twice but I didn’t bother to answer it. I had turned the answering machine off (something I never did before) and let the calls die out. At ten there was a knock on the door. I ignored it! Ignoring James made me feel good. He was a prick and I didn’t want to have anything more to do with him, ever!

I felt a bit smug as I prepared for bed. My shaved body was already showing emerging signs of hairy growth. In a week or two my body hair should be back and there would be no physical reminder of my awful degradation at Gareth’s hands. I picked up the lemon pyjamas and chucked them in the wastebasket. I pulled on a pair of navy silk boxers and pulled back the duvet to get into the bed. I stopped!

“F_u_c_k_ it!” I said, “If I’m going to get rid of this stuff I’ll get rid of it properly!”

I gathered the pyjamas and taking a scissors from my bedside drawer I cut them into shreds. I gathered them up and stuffed them into a plastic bag. I went into the bathroom and picked up the can of Lynx. I stuck the sharp end of the scissors into the metal. That was silly! The smell of the contents filed the room. I opened the window to clear the room. The cold North Sea air blew through the room and made it like a fridge.

I stuck the messy can in the bag with the shreds and marched towards the front door. My bin was outside. I opened the door and there was a bouquet of flowers and a letter on the porch. I laughed a caustic laugh, picked up the two items, tore the letter in four and stuck it in the bag. Then I placed the bag and the flowers in the bin. If James came by tomorrow the message would be clear.

When I got back to my room I stripped the bed and bundled the sheets into the washing machine. The smell of Gareth’s Paco Rabanne was still on them! YEUCH!

I got clean sheets and made up a fresh bed for myself. Then I crawled in and smugly cuddled up to get some sleep. Gareth’s book was on his bedside locker so I took it and read a bit more. It was incredibly erotic. It made me forget my anger and I had a good wank before I fell asleep.

The next day at work was far better than the previous one. I had often heard that people in love take years to get over it; even still, I suppose they don’t get over it they just learn to keep going. I felt that I was over Gareth so I mustn’t have been in love. But when I got home he was standing waiting at my door still dressed in his work clothes. I didn’t see him until I reached the gate because the privet covers the view of the house from the road. He was holding the broken flowers in his hand. I couldn’t just walk away and pretend I didn’t see him. I had to speak to him. That wasn’t really a problem though; I could simply ask him to go away.

“Hi Mark!” he said sheepishly.

“Why are you here?” I snapped, “I told you to leave me alone and I meant it!”

“I called you twice last night to apologise but you didn’t answer,” he said, “then I came by to drop you a card and a gift to let you know that I felt awful about what I did to you!”

“Did you now? Well did it ever occur to you Mr. High-and-Mighty that I have feelings as well?”

“May I come in and we could talk?” he suggested.

“I’d rather not! Now please leave!”

“Will you at least take the flowers?” he asked softly.

I was angry but I’m not a monster. It’s wrong to exploit the upper hand so I accepted the flowers and thanked him for them.

“See you around!” he aid as he walked down the path toward the road.

“Yeah!” I replied. (But not if I see you first!”)

I closed the door behind me and leaned back against it. My heart was beating but I congratulated myself on how well I had handled the situation. I breathed out and walked to the kitchen where I dumped his flowers back into the bin. “Not a fairy?” I laughed, “Only fairies would give each other flowers!”

The rest of the week went quite well. When Friday night came I dressed to go clubbing. I didn’t care if James was there and I knew I wouldn’t bump into Gareth either. I wasn’t going to become a hermit. I picked up a cute nineteen-year-old closet case that was visiting from Leeds. I brought him home and intended to change my s_e_x_ual position with him. Being a bottom has its advantages and good points but I was getting older now and wanted to change to top.

Anthony (that was his name) was a cute blonde chap with a 28-inch waist and an innocent little face. He assured me on the way home that he was experienced. I didn’t believe him but didn’t say that to him. Once we were inside the door he grabbed me and kissed me forcibly. He was a strong little blighter! He grabbed my balls and gave them a playful squeeze.

“Eager little chap aren’t you?” I said amused by his forceful kissing.

I pushed him away a bit and moved towards the sofa. He grabbed my arse and said; “eager to get into this I am!”

Maybe bringing Anthony home was a mistake! Of the hundred or so young men that were in the club I would pick the one that was a top!

“I had actually intended to be the giver myself!” I said.

“We’ll see!” he said, “come on mate, let’s get our kit off!”

He lunged at me and began to remove my clothes. “Hey mate!” he laughed as he pulled my sweatshirt over my head, “you shave your pits!”

As he removed his own I noticed the light dusting of fair hair in his own pits. “it doesn’t look like you need to!” I said.

He reached over and opened my jeans. Once he had them loosened he slid them down over my hips in a single tug bringing my boxers with them as they dropped. He gasped when he saw my shaved crotch.

“What the f_u_c_k_…”

He walked behind me and looked at my arse. I knew there would still be marks there and hoped he wouldn’t know what had caused them.

SPLAT!

“Ouch!”

He landed a hard slap on my quivering arse.

“Are you into kinky stuff then mate?” he asked.

I could feel his grin burning through me. I nodded in reply. Anthony placed his chin on my right shoulder and started to knead my left buttock with his hand.

“I’ve never spanked anybody before!” he whispered, “but I’d like to! Would you like me to spank you Mark?”

Needles to say I consented and was soon up in my bedroom with this nineteen-year-old about to face my first spanking in five days. Anthony sat on the bed and ordered me to get a belt for him

I took a belt from my wardrobe and laid it beside him on the bed.

"Okay, get over my knees."

I lay over his lap and he adjusted me so my butt was just over his slender right thigh. He was only wearing boxer shorts so I was actually lying across his bare skin.

"I'm really sorry I have to do this,” he said and then he picked up the belt and started spanking me really hard with it.

WHACK! Ooh! WHACK! Ooh! WHACK! Ow! WHACK! Ow! Ow! WHACK! WHACK! IT hurts! WHACK! Oh WHACK! Oh WHACK! Please WHACK! Please WHACK!

At this point, I was starting to move around on his lap a bit so he told me to hold still and take my medicine I had coming. I gritted my teeth and tried to take it better.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

But it was too hard so I started begging him to let up. Of course, it didn't seem to do any good; he just kept spanking away with that belt. After twenty-five swats, I was promising all kinds of things, kicking my legs around, but Anthony had me in a firm grip and kept whaling away.

"Okay, get up!"

I was really happy to get up. I started to go back to bed, but he stopped me, "Go stand in the corner, face to the wall and wait a few minutes until I decide if you have had enough."

I did what he said; standing in the corner, butt really aching. I rubbed it and he didn't say anything.

Looking into his eyes I saw him measuring me, taking an inventory of his new toy. He smiled and beckoned me to come over and lie of the bed. I did so and he sat beside me. His hands travelled down my body to my crotch. I looked at his face again and saw how much he was enjoying himself. My dick remained hard. I couldn't very well tell him that I wasn't enjoying what he was doing, but decided I had nothing to lose.

"Hey Anthony. Enough of that." I said, trying to add some authority to my voice.

He just laughed. I looked at him with resignation, admitting immediate defeat. Apparently, that was what he had been waiting to see. He grinned at me again.

"Now it's time to f_u_c_k_ that tight hole of yours!”

He grabbed his dick and massaged it, milking some precum onto the head.

"Get ready to open up wide for a real man!" he ordered.

I spread my legs on the bed for him.

He lifted my legs from behind my knees and put them on his shoulders. This was a position with which I was familiar. I felt his knob poking at my arse.

"Feels like you've got a tight hole," he said derisively. "But with a dick my size, all the holes are tight. You're about to get a real treat!"

Saying that, he began to shove forward. Now, Anthony wasn’t the biggest man I’ve ever been with, not by a long shot. In fact his dick was quite slender! But, after several days of s_e_x_ual inactivity his knob felt like an arm. I felt it stretching my hole, wider and wider, until I cried out in pain, then it suddenly popped in, my tight arse clenching behind the flared head. He let out a moan of appreciation and pleasure. Without any warning, he immediately rammed all of the remaining length of his dick into me. Inch after inch sank into me getting wider and wider. I thought I would pass out and my wail of pain could certainly be heard beyond the confines of the dorm room. Then the widest part of his dick slid into me and my hole clamped onto the base of his dick. He held himself deeply inside me as my guts tried to accommodate his invading dick. My eyes were watering from the penetration and as I looked up at him, he laughed.

"No need to cry. You've got it all in you. How'd you like it?"

I couldn't even answer. My breath had been forced out with his thrust. I could feel his dick pulsing inside me with his heartbeat. I managed to let out a groan of pain, stuffed so full I thought his knob was lodged in my throat again, but from the other end. He watched my face closely and began to move his hips in small circles. This caused his dick to poke into me at different angles. I moaned this time, my arse beginning to get used to his invading monster. He must have seen the change in my eyes or in the look on my face because he grinned at me.

"Yeah, you like my big prick poking you, don’t you boy? F_u_c_k_ yeah, boy, you are hot and tight. Just the way I like them. And I got these to play with while I f_u_c_k_."

He grabbed my nipples again, which were still hard as rocks. As he squeezed them both, he began to pull his dick back out of me. Involuntarily, I let out a sound of protest. He laughed again and stopped his hips.

"You f_u_c_k_ing whore! You don't want me to pull it out, do you? Do you?"

"OHH, god, no sir. Please. Leave it in me."

The fullness of him inside me felt incredible, but he was not about to be denied his f_u_c_k_. Still laughing, he yanked his dick backwards, my arse stretching at his widest point, and then tightly milking his shaft down to his flared knob. He stopped with just the head in me, looked into my eyes and sank back into me. I moaned again in pleasure.

He began to stroke his dick in and out, using small jabs, pulling out maybe two or three inches before ramming them back inside me. He worked the whole length of his dick this way. First I had all his length in me, jabbing with small strokes, then just the head and a few inches, then somewhere in the middle. I was lost in the feel of it all and the look of satisfaction and pleasure on his handsome face. The jabbing f_u_c_k_ continued for at least five minutes before he pulled the entire shaft out of me and sent it back in with a long stroke. He did it again, making me moan. My arms pulled at the bindings, trying to break free and reach my dick. I wanted nothing more than to stroke my dick and shoot my load with this boy's dick up inside me. Little did I know, but that was exactly what he wanted as well. Shagging me, he let one hand slide down from my chest, feeling the muscles of my abdomen. Then, as he thrust into me again, he grabbed my dick. I let out a gasp of pleasure as he squeezed my dick, forcing precum from the head. I looked up into his eyes again.

"Feels good, doesn't it, spank-buddy? You like me playing with your stick while I pump your c_u_n_t_. I can tell. Well we got a long way to go mate. A long way."

I was too lost in the pleasure to really listen to what he was saying. He pulled his dick out of me completely.

"You want it back in?" he asked, stroking my dick slightly.

I nodded.

"Then say it, boy. Tell me what you want!"

"I want your dick back in me Sir! Please f_u_c_k_ my arse Sir!"

I had said it and I meant it. I was so turned on by his f_u_c_k_ing and his playing with my dick I would have said anything.

He forced his dick back into me. His left hand continued to play with my nipples, alternating his attention between them and keeping them hard. His right hand began to stroke my dick in earnest now. I knew it wouldn't be long before I blew. I was moaning loudly now and he was chuckling at me. His dick stroked in deep, then pulled out completely, then stroked in deep again. With each thrust, he pulled completely out of me. My hole was so sore, but I was in complete heaven at that point.

"Shoot it for me, boy. Shoot your wad for your Master. Come on spank-buddy! Shoot your cum!"

His hand seemed like a blur on my dick, milking it faster and faster.

"Oh! OH! OH S_H_I_T_!" I cried out as I came, shooting the first spurt up onto my right cheek.

"Oh f_u_c_k_, I'm coming!" he screamed, as his dick poured its load deep inside me.

After a few minutes, he got off me, stood up and told me to turn around. He was standing by the bed and he told me to come over and climb back over his lap. I did it. Then he said he wasn't sure I'd learned my lesson. I lay there waiting for the first stroke of his belt. It didn't come.

"You know, I can't get much force into the swats when you're over my knee. What other positions could you spank a bloke in?"

I thought about saying I didn't know but decided against it.

"Well, if you need some force behind it maybe I should bend over with my hands on the bed. That was one of Gareth’s ways of doing it."

He told me to get up. He pointed at the bed with the doubled up belt.

"Assume the position." He said with mock severity.

WHACK! WHACK!

Since I was not over his knee and he was able to take full swings, it hurt a lot more than anything Gareth had done to me.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Young Anthony was laying into my arse with such vigour that I was too shocked to even cry out.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

My arse was on fire!

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

What awful spirit had Gareth awakened within me?

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Why did I enjoy what this young man was doing to me?

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

I knew why destiny had delivered me into this young dominator’s hands.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

It was a punishment for being too stubborn! I should never have let Gareth go!

WHACK!

The last blow sent me sprawling and my head hit the headboard.

“Okay bottom-boy!” Anthony said, “Time to suck on your master’s c_o_c_k_!”

Anthony had quite a cute c_o_c_k_. It was long and thin with a curve to the left. It wasn’t as beautiful as Gareth’s or even James’ but I began to suck on it; maybe because I was a c_o_c_k_-hound, maybe because I was afraid of another belting.

“Oh yeah man! Suck that meat!” he moaned as I sucked voraciously on his member.

I imagined it was Gareth’s and found myself getting hard again. “Yes!” I thought to myself, “I’ll imagine it’s Gareth that is here with me; I think I’d prefer to be chewing on his c_o_c_k_ than on the pompous little s_h_i_t_ I’d picked up.”

It took a long time to bring him to orgasm. I felt somewhat relieved when I felt his dick spurt, I would never take anybody home on the first night again. This was an awful experience and I was sorry I had ever met Anthony at all. After he had filled my mouth with his spunk he made me suck on his balls and lick his arse until he was hard again. After that he f_u_c_k_ed me and then fell asleep.

As I lay beside him I made up my mind to find Gareth and apologise for my behaviour. I had really enjoyed the time I spent with him and now that I had somebody else with me I realised that I wanted him back. Sure he had done something nasty but then, we all make mistakes! I know that Anthony was one of mine! I cuddled up beside the nasty young man I had picked up, he could stay the night, but tomorrow he could go and I would look for Gareth!

GARETH 10 – DESPERATELY SEEKING GARETH

It was now almost a week since the ‘James incident’. It was Saturday morning and I had already come around to accepting that I had overreacted to James and Gareth’s ploy. Anthony was still asleep on my bed. He was naked and his bloated cock lay encased in its condom over his thigh. I smiled. I moved to get out of bed but the sheet was stuck to my arse. I pulled away with a yelp of pain and noticed a red stripe of dried blood on the clean sheets.

S_H_I_T_! The little bastard had cut me!

I staggered off to the bathroom to survey the damage. I was shocked when I looked in the mirror. My arse was a mess of untidy red welts. The lad had really marked me. Worst of all the flesh was broken on the right cheek. It wasn’t a deep wound, just a break in the skin. That was why I had stuck to the sheets. I took some antiseptic ointment from the medicine cabinet and delicately rubbed it into my hot burning arse.

I heard a gasp from behind me and looked around to see Anthony standing there with his hands to the sides of his face.

“F_u_c_k_ me mate! Did I do that to you?”

“Well who else could have done it?” I snapped.

“Sorry mate!” he said, “as you said; I’m a bit too eager … especially when I have a few pints on me!”

His explanation was sincere and apologetic but I was having none of it. I was just about to order him to leave when I thought about what happened last week. That was awful as well but I was beginning to think that I had over reacted like some operatic diva. I caught my breath and decided to hold my temper for a while; at least until I had though this issue through!

Anthony walked up behind me and examined my butt.

“S_h_i_t_ man! I really did some damage back there! I’m really sorry mate … I’ve never done anything like that to nobody before … s_h_i_t_! … I’m really sorry mate … I got carried away!”

I was about to scream “SHUT UP!” but I restrained myself. I took in a breath through my teeth – “go downstairs and make some breakfast and stop f_u_c_k_ing moaning!” I ordered.

Young Anthony moped off towards the kitchen. He was quite a sweet kid after all. Still, I didn’t think I’d like to get involved with him long term. I would be better off with somebody my own age, somebody like … Gareth! I decided that I would keep Anthony with me for the weekend. There wouldn’t be any more spanking but s_e_x_ with him seemed attractive. He was a nice lad after all!

We spent the rest of the day fooling around together and swapping roles. We had to go out and get more condoms at ten – we had used up my supply! We got along very well together and I really enjoyed being the top for a change. It was one hot, horny weekend and I loved it. On Sunday afternoon he took a train back home to Leeds, he left me his number but I didn’t think I’d be using it. As soon as the train pulled out I started to walk towards Gareth’s flat.

When I eventually found the flat there was no reply. I sat on the step and decided to wait for him. I had my newspaper with me so I read that. About an hour later a man approached.

“Are you here about the flat son?” he asked, “sorry if you are it’s already gone!” he continued without waiting for my reply.

“I wasn’t actually!” I said politely, “I’m hoping to meet up with the bloke in number five!”

“He’s gone lad! Left this morning! I thought it was his flat you were after.”

“Did he leave a forwarding address?” I asked hopefully.

“No! Said he’d be back during the week to check his post. He said he wasn’t sure of his new address anyway!”

“Thanks!” I said and walked away.

When I got home I picked up the phone. This would need a huge amount of courage; I was going to ring James. Unsurprisingly I got quite a cold reception at the other end.

“I rang to apologise!” I explained.

“Really?” his voice dripped sarcasm.

“Yes! I’m sorry for my overreacting!” I said.

“Apology accepted Mark, but I have a lad here who’s arse needs poking so I’ll call you tomorrow. TA-RAA!”

And he hung up.

I retrieved the flowers from the kitchen bin and put them in a vase. I admired them. Tomorrow would be a new day and I could find Gareth and make up with him. We could be friends again in less than twenty-four hours and then move in together.

When I got home from work the next day there was a small parcel in the post for me. It was posted here in Newcastle on Thursday. I opened it. It was a half-heart pendant on a gold chain. There was a note with it…

Dear Mark,

I wanted you to know how badly I feel about hurting you like I did. I know you’re angry and you’re right to be like that. What James and me did wasn’t nice but it was meant as a surprise not as a practical joke. He said you’d enjoy it. Sorry we got it wrong.

I bought you a little something, it’s not much but I hope it will remind you of the good time we had together. I don’t want you to be angry about the way it ended but I want it to a broken heart because I have one of those.

Please don’t throw this away, I’m so sorry for everything please don’t be angry with me, I didn’t want to hurt you but I know I did. Please don’t ever hate me and if we meet don’t pretend you never knew me. I felt so bad yesterday at your house when we couldn’t talk. Time might heal, I’ll miss you Mark, because I really love you. Goodbye!

Love,

Gareth

Now who could be angry with a bloke that writes letters like that? We would make up tonight and he could move in straight away. He loved me, I knew I loved him and we should be together. I put the chain around my neck; he undoubtedly had the other half!

When James arrived I brought him in and got a few beers from the kitchen. He admired the chain and I explained to him where it had come from.

“I knew you two were right for each other!” he muttered.

“Yeah! You were right! But there’s no need to get all defensive. I’m hoping to meet up and we can make up then.”

“I haven’t seen Gareth all week!”

“And he has moved out of his flat. Do you have his number at work?”

“I don’t know where he works, it’s somewhere in the docks that’s all I know!”

“Would Susan know?” I asked.

“Suppose so!”

He dialled her number and asked her if she knew where Gareth was working. I heard her laugh and James smiled back and then he hung up the phone.

“What did she say?” I asked.

“Do you really want to know?”

I nodded.

“She said that f_u_c_k_ing fairy probably works in the dollies’ hospital!”

“Bitch!”

“He’ll be collecting the two boys on Saturday!” James said helpfully.

“And his landlord said he’d be back to collect his post during the week!” I added.

I took some paper and wrote a note.

Dear Gareth,

Thanks for the gift, it is lovely and I put it on the minute I got it. I’m sorry for being such a prick – I’m sure you know how to remedy that for me! I miss you, I love you and I want you back. Please come home.

Love,

Mark.

I put it in an envelope and walked with James over to where Gareth lived last week. I posted it through the door and we sauntered off towards a quiet pub for a chat. I wanted James to tell me the whole story.

“I wonder where he is?” I said to James as we walked in and ordered two pints.

“Probably staying with friends!”

“He doesn’t have any!” I protested.

“Maybe somebody he works with?”

“Maybe he’s home with his family?”

“Naw! They moved to Leeds three years ago. He works here in Newcastle, he’s bound to be with some of his workmates.”

We sat over at a table in a quiet corner.

“Are you going to fill me in?” I asked.

“What here?” he laughed rubbing his dick through his trousers.

“No! You know what I mean! Are you going to fill me in on what exactly was going on over the last few months?”

“Like what?”

“Like why Gareth and Susan broke up and why you thought he would be good for me!”

“Oh! Yes! Well it’s not that complicated really. Gareth and Susan broke up because they were going out together for three years. They met at a school dance he got her pregnant, she had Dean and during the pregnancy they started going out together. They weren’t a good couple because he was really bent but wouldn’t admit it. I knew that because he liked staying in our place so he could share a room with me!”

“You’re as f_u_c_k_ing vain as he is mate!” I said.

“I’ve plenty to be vain about!” he laughed.

“Really?”

“Never known you to say no to the vein in my dick!”

“Get on with the story!”

“Well, when he stayed he was always horsing about with me. That’s how I knew he was queer. It didn’t take long for my sister to realise that Gareth was a bit more interested in me than he should be and the tension started there. Things got worse and worse between them and soon they were barely talking to each other. She used to call him fairy and that you drive him insane. By the time Gavin, that’s their second lad, was born they were barely speaking. She started sleeping with other blokes, the tensions got worse and she put him out two years ago!”

“He told me she was violent!” I remarked.

“Naw! She’s got a temper but she’s not violent. A bit thick at times but overall she’s not a bad lass. So Gareth moved out, not that he had a choice, and I would go with him to collect the boys every Saturday. Susan was never that bad to him, like she could have told social services that he was queer and with the way things are he’d never see his lads. He spent the last two years bending my ear. Then you said you wanted a long-term relationship and I thought BINGO! Two mates, both want a relationship so put them together!”

“Very convenient!” I muttered not impressed with the background so far.

“There was one problem though!”

“Really?” I asked, “just one?”

“Well there was one that I knew about!”

“And that was?”

“I knew he had a fantasy for a spank-buddy!”

So all that crap in the car park wasn’t true. Gareth had intended entering a relationship based on spanking from the word go. I was beginning to lose interest in him again.

“I told him he’d have to break it slyly to you.” James said, “he wanted to tell you day one but I told him you’d get scared so to play it slowly!”

So it wasn’t a lie, he was only following my best mate’s instructions. He was immediately rehabilitated in the god category.

So I learned about the set-up meeting in the newsagents’ and the plans and schemes behind my back. I admit that I found them quite amusing. James tells a good story at the worst of times but with a few pints he could entertain anybody from the Air Force to the Women’s Institute.

We staggered out of the pub at ten and walked back to my place. We were both fairly hammered. James stayed the night but we didn’t have s_e_x_ together – we were far too drunk for that! In the morning he asked me about the damage to my arse and laughed when I told him about my weekend with Anthony. We both had major hangovers and I wasn’t at my best at work.

James called over every evening that week to see if Gareth had replied to my note. It was good to have his company but I really felt a burning need to have Gareth with me. Each evening, just as James left, I would feel lonely and anxious that I would never see Gareth again. Each evening I went to bed alone hoping that he would call the next day. He didn’t!

On Friday James arrived over with a face on him like a camel chewing s_h_i_t_.

“What’s up mate?” I asked.

“Bad news! I was talking to Susan and she said that Gareth had called and wouldn’t be collecting the boys for a few weeks!”

“Why? Where is he?”

“She said he’s gone to his family in Leeds to sort himself out. She said he sounded bad!”

“Anything else?”

“No! Nothing!”

My heart sank into my arse. If he was gone to Leeds I would probably never see him again. James wasnted to go out but I said I wasn’t in the mood. Like the friend he is he said he’d stay with me.

“I’m going to go to Leeds and find him!” I said.

“That’s a bit stupid!” he replied, “there’s a million people in Leeds, you’ll never find him!”

I got up and searched through my pockets looking for Anthony’s number. I found it and dialled. The man who answered the phone told me there was no Anthony there. F_U_C_K_! The little s_h_i_t_ had given me a false number.

“I’m still going!” I told James, “first train in the morning!”

“You’re mad!”

“Are you coming with me?”

“For what?”

“I’ve never been to Leeds before and you have so I need a companion!”

We argued but by ten o’clock the next morning we had collected a photograph of Gareth that James had at home and we were on our way to the station to catch a train to Leeds.

“We could get his address from the telephone book!” I suggested.

“Good idea!” James said sarcastically, “there’s only about two families in Leeds called Smith!”

“We could try the clubs!”

“Yeah – there’s only one place in Leeds for queers and Gareth is such a scene queen he’ll be there!”

I realised that James was right. This was a stupid idea! We booked into a guesthouse and walked the city trying to see somebody who would be sitting in any one of half a million homes feeling glum! It was a pointless exercise but I still felt I had to carry it through.

By evening we had, not unsurprisingly, failed to locate him! I was really pissed off but agreed to go to the clubs with James. I knew we wouldn’t meet him but I brought along the photo in case I met anybody who might know him. I had already agreed that we would go back to Newcastle in the morning.

“You should have a lilac hankie sticking out of your left pocket!” James said as we sat together at the bar an hour later.

I looked at him in total confusion – “why?”

“In America blokes who get spanked put a lilac handkerchief in their back pocket to show they want somebody to spank them!” he laughed.

“Ha f_u_c_k_ing ha!” I replied, “after my experience with Anthony I don’t think I’ll do that again!”

“Did I hear somebody mention my name?” We looked around and Anthony was standing there with an Alco-pop in his hand. “You never called! Welcome to Leeds anyway? Who’s this?”

Such a string of question!

“I called but you gave me the wrong number!” I remarked.

“Naw!” he said stupidly (he had a few drinks on him), “right number wrong name! The name’s Richard really!”

“Well Richard really how are you?” James asked.

“Who’s this?” Richard asked me.

“This is my best mate James!”

“Pleased to meet you James!” Richard extended his hand and hiccupped.

James laughed.

“What are you doing in Leeds? Come up for another session with me did you?”

“No!” I replied, “I’m looking for my boyfriend!”

“F_u_c_k_ man! There’s hundreds to choose from here which one do you want?”

“This one!” I said producing the picture from my pocket and showing it to him.

Richard grabbed the photograph – “F_U_C_K_ING A!” he howled, “he’s f_u_c_k_ing gorgeous! Tell you what mate, if I finds him you is not getting him!”

“Have you ever seen him?” I asked.

Richard was swaying unsteadily; he had quite a lot of drink on him.

“Nope! Never seen him in my life – unfortunately!”

I reached out and he reluctantly gave me the photograph.

“But I know somebody who looks a bit like him!” he suggested, “I’ll just go get him!”

Before we could protest he had staggered into the mass of bodies on the dance floor. James laughed when he left.

“That’s the punk that tore you arse up?” he said unable to control his laughter.

It was funny in hindsight. “Yes!” And I laughed as well!

Richard returned with another drunken youth a few minutes later. Now I’m not one for seeing resemblances between people, but the washed-out alcohol-sodden youth with Richard looked nothing like Gareth.

“This is Andy!” Richard slurred.

The two of them were swaying uneasily on their feet.

“Show him the photo! They’re the image of each other!”

James grinned at me, he was amused but he could tell that I wasn’t at all impressed by Richard and Andy the so-called Gareth look-alike. But the lad persisted and eventually to get some peace I showed Andy the photo.

He grabbed it and screamed – “F_u_c_k_ me! It’s our Gareth!”

James and I performed a synchronised jaw-drop! This chap was related and although he was quite effeminate I could now see a resemblance to Gareth, not because I could see it mind; I just wanted to see it!

“But our Gareth’s not queer!” Andy protested, “he’s got a girl and two kids!”

“What’s Gareth to you?” I asked excitedly.

“He’s my cousin!” the youth slurred, “but he’s not queer! Unfortunately!”

Richard and Andy giggled at this last remark.

“Where does he live?” I asked.

“He’s up in Newcastle!” he replied, “he’s a f_u_c_k_ing Geordie like me dad!”

“Do you know where des his dad live?” James asked.

Andy looked at Richard with total disbelief. “Is this guy seriously asking me do I know where my Uncle Pete lives?”

Carpe diem! I got off my stool, nodded to James and asked Richard to step outside where we could talk. I couldn’t let Andy out of my sights until I had contacted Gareth! As luck would have it the two boys were out to score and weren’t expected home that evening. I called the guesthouse and asked for a second room. They hadn’t got one but the bloke in charge told us he would leave two camp beds in our room if we didn’t mind paying for four instead of two. It was only forty quid so that wasn’t a problem.

We brought the boys to a coffee dock and sobered them up a bit. We went back to the guesthouse. There were two single beds in the room so I shared one with Richard and he rogered me, James topped Andy in the other bed. Richard suggested a spanking but as I had already experienced a drunken spanking from him I refused politely but firmly.

Andy called his Uncle Pete the next morning. He didn’t believe that his cousin was queer and kept saying it. When he came back from the phone he told us that Gareth had gone up to Newcastle to see his sons. He looked quite severe and it was this expression that made him look a bit like his cousin. Andy was quite different to Gareth, but the scowl was the same and I suppose they resembled each other a bit when they smiled.

James called Susan but she told him that Gareth hadn’t called her since Friday afternoon. I realised that he had probably gone to find me and I (against all odds) had found his home in Leeds when he was standing outside mine.

I got the telephone number and the address from Andy and after breakfast James and I went home to Newcastle. I felt sick for the whole train journey. Each passing train could be carrying him back to Leeds.

“He has to go to work!” James reminded me.

Yeah! Gareth had to work so he would probably stay in Newcastle, if I couldn’t find him this week I could call him next weekend and get his number from his family I would find him this week for sure!