Use and Abuse my Ass

When I was a kid and did a foolish thing, my dad would give me a spanking. The last time he lifted his hands on my butt, I was about 16-years-old. I had set a small fire in the old shed, and he was very mad. Dad ordered me to follow him in the bedroom, and to bend down on his knees for ten blows. I was wearing tight faded blues jeans that enveloped nicely my peachy ass. I felt so sexy in those Wrangler jeans. After three blows, the pain started to become exciting. Four, five, six, I was getting a hard-on! Seven, eight, nine, I was on the verge of ejaculating! I don’t know if Dad noticed my hard-on, but on the last blow his hand extended to squeeze my balls. Ropes of cum immediately creamed my jeans.

I quickly ran to my room, shut the door, and pulled down my jeans to lick the traces of sperm. That got me hard again and I masturbated energetically, thinking of Dad’s hand on my ass, on my balls, on my penis. By the time I was 17, a friend and I would meet in the barn to jerk off. Edward initiated me to cock sucking. His teenager juice had a yummy spicy taste. Edward did not want to suck my dick nor kiss me on the lips. “I’m not a faggot like you”, he said while I was sucking his 7-inch-thick cut cock. “I’m thinking of my girlfriend Debbie when you blow me. Your mouth simply has more experience, and I get harder with you, but when you swallow my load, I imagine that I’m flooding Debbie’s throat.”

In my opinion, Edward’s girlfriend was just an excuse to not admit his own homosexual identity. In fact, he spent more time with me than with Debbie. My friend was obviously a closeted gay teenager. On my 18th birthday, Edward organized a special get-together in the barn. He brought a rope and a paddle; he was wearing cowboy boots and leather gloves. Fuck, he was so damn sexy! As Eddie tied me to a post, I could see that he already had a huge hard-on. His tight fitted leather hands started to caress my round butt, to squeeze my two hemispheres firmly wrapped in denim, to spank my adorable ass, enjoying every one of my moans of pleasure.

Eddie then turned around to get the paddle and to pull down his zipper. He positioned himself so that I could suck his dick while he was slapping my butt with the paddle. The sharp pain made me cry silently; I did not want to disappoint him, and I had a feeling that the pain would gradually become intoxicating. It did fucking-well! I was in heaven, pumping man juice while being brutely manhandled. As you can imagine, it did not take long for Eddie to strip me naked, to lubricate my ass with tractor grease, and to start shoving his 7-inch-shaft in my fuck chute.

I had played with a dildo for the past two years, but Eddie is my first man-fuck experience. After a few gentle anus poking, he pumps his hips, his trusts faster, his grip on me harder. As he skewers my ass, he grinds his hips against me, rotating them, driving his dick even deeper inside, churning my ass with energy. I squeeze my butt muscles tight and push up against him. Eddie’s eyes widen in surprise, and he gasps with the sudden rush of pleasure he now feels. “Sweet Jesus, you have a hot trunk to fill.” Eddie varies the way he plows my ass: a series of long, easy strokes punctuated by a savage burst of piston thrusts. He pulls out and slams me with a particular viciousness. He spits in his leather hands and starts jacking me off, timing his strokes with each thrust of his hips. We explode at the same. He floods my fuck chute and I cream my hairy stomach. I can’t hold it anymore:

“You are so hot, Eddie. I love you, babe!”

“Shut your fuckin mouth, it’s just plain hard sex, the way I like it.”

My virile experience with Eddie was an ecstatic mix of pain and pleasure. The pain was both physical and emotional because I could not love him. He was the first of probably a thousand guys to fuck me. I keep fond memories of his initiation to ass-play. I still remember his hands touching me, holding me, taking control of me. It reminds me of my father’s hands taking charge of my butt wrapped in Wrangler faded blue jeans.

Eddie and I registered for university in a different city, and never saw each other after that Summer of 1974. I met other guys in the locker room, admiring their ass well-framed in a jockstrap. One of my classmates was Donald; his face was sensual, intense and masculine. He had a smooth firm torso rippling with muscles. His biceps were the size of softballs. One afternoon, the guys in the locker room were bullshitting about all the babes they’d plowed.

“Fuck, I’m so horny! I bet I could ram my dick through a brick wall”, said Donald.

“You’re always horny!” shouted someone.

I grabbed an eyeful of Donald’s crotch and sure enough, his dick was tenting his jockstrap. It was a real big tent too. His cock was a towering piece of throbbing meat. Along with everything else he had going for him, Donald was hung. We were the last ones to leave the locker room, and I made a daring move.

“I want to give you a blow job.”

“Sorry, I’m not into guys”, he said.

“I’ll do anything you want to earn an almighty cock like yours.”

“No one’s at my house right now. Come on.”

As soon as we entered his bedroom, he locked the door and clearly indicated that he had a girlfriend to suck his cock, but she did not let him fuck her ass. Mine seemed perfect. I understood that my bubble butt was his to use and abuse. It didn’t take much time before I was concentrated on the sensation of his pole sliding deeper and deeper into me. I was ready for it, I wanted bareback fucking so badly. The way Donald moaned, groaned, and whimpered, I knew just how good it felt for him. He was getting the fuck of his life. So was I.

He didn’t just use his hips to sink his cock deep into me, he used his whole body. His biceps and pecs strained as he pulled himself against me. The shoving in and out intensified for three minutes, no, for five minutes, or was it fifteen…? Whatever the count, I felt his hot jizz as it fired from his rod. Donald spewed spurt after spurt of man juice into my fuck cave. He planted his seed, claiming me as his own. “Fuck, I should have tried a guy’s ass before; I had no idea it could be so tight, so hot.”

My ass was a first for Eddie and for Donald. The result was awesome. “My manly butt performs like no women can!” is a line that I serve to many straight guys; nine out of ten times, I get the hottest results.