Spanked and fucked

In 1959 I left school at 17 and went to work in the city. I boarded with a widow and her 25 year old son Pete. Despite the money I was paying for my board Pete resented me. He was a big masculine man who worked at the local quarry. I worked in an office and read books which gave Pete more reasons to dislike me.

One wet Sunday my landlady was out. Pete and I were in the kitchen, the warmest room in the house. He suddenly began talking about the hidings he used to get from his late father. That he was talking to me at all was wonder enough but spankings were my secret fetish as a result of eight years spent at a strict boarding school where my bottom had been caned frequently by prefects and masters alike.  It had reached a point where having to present my bottom to an older male and have him apply considerable hurt to it gave me sexual pleasure. Not at the time while the pain was being inflicted but later in the solitude of my dormitory bed when the stinging hurt dwindled into a warm glowing feeling I'd have a wank and the sensation when I came was the best, ever.

I had been really conflicted by this need so listening to Pete talking about his experiences showed me I was not alone.

When I could get a word in edgeways I told the big man about my school canings.

"Did you get it on your bare arse?" he enquired.

"Usually on the seat of my shorts or pyjamas".

Pete looked at me thoughtfully.

"I could give you a bare-arse belting if you like".

Rather shyly I nodded my head.

We walked through to Pete's bedroom. He threw some pillows on the end of the bed and told me to drop my shorts and underpants. I obeyed him and then lay on top of the pillows, my bare bottom sticking up in the air. Despite my landlady's best efforts, Pete's bedding smelt of sweat and stale farts. I could see him in the mirror on the dresser. He unlooped his heavy leather work belt and doubled it.

The man then got to work tenderising my backside. The leathering he gave me hurt like hell. I yelped after each fresh lick and was very relieved when he finally dropped his belt. 

"You're a tough little rooster", he said, affectionately. 

His big hands felt the considerable heat coming off my scorched backside. A finger explored my crack and touched my virgin hole. He penetrated me, stretching the muscle. 

"Strewth you're tight", he marvelled. "I'm as horny as hell. Can I f-- ,er, make love to you?"

"You'll be the first", I told him. 

Pete reached under the bed and retrieved a jar of petroleum jelly. He lubricated my hole before dropping his trousers and underpants. His big cock was stiff as a poker. He lathered the jelly over this monster and then I felt the fleshy knob push against my secret place. With a grunt he slammed his man-meat up my shitter until he was fully inside me.

It felt like a huge fleshy pole had invaded my guts. Nothing that big had ever been in there before, not even coming out.

Pete fucked me with passion. The stretched pain of my sphincter was soon forgotten as the big man connected with his bratty lodger in the most obscene, intimate way two men can be together. He took his time but eventually shouted 'FUCK!" and his man-seed splattered my bowels.

Afterwards, he pulled out of me. He used a towel to wipe his deflating penis and then pulled up his clothes.

"Here - sit on this", he commanded. He produced a potty from under the bed and placed it on top. I  sat on the cold marble pot and felt his spunk ooze out of my sorely-stretched hole. The big man then tenderly wiped my bottom clean.

"You'll do", he said.

"Did I bleed?" 

He showed me the contents of the potty and the towel. There was no blood and I was relieved about that.

When Pete's mother returned home she found her two 'boys' sitting at the kitchen table playing cards. She was thrilled to see us getting on so well together. Little did she know one of her 'boys' had a well-exercised right arm while the other was sitting on a very sore bottom. 

Pete and I had other adventures. He had a steady girlfriend but she was very religious.

"Won't let me even stinky finger her" he complained. I pretended I knew what he was talking about. Happy days !