Christmas Shopping Leads to Fun

The sensation was repeated, this time on my left buttock, while this time kind of expecting a smack the same yelp escaped my throat once contact between his firm palm and my exposed cheek was made.

A smack on the right cheek, it didn't sting as much, and the yelp was more voluntary. A smack on the left cheek, before I had time to even offer a reaction a firmer smack on the right, while you'd expect the pain to be more considering the firmness of the smack on the buttock I didn't feel much pain, in fact it felt more exhilarating -- the yelp became a moan and I found myself trying to move myself backwards towards his hand to feel the spank further.

"You like that Richard?" Clint asked with a smack to my left buttock.

"Mmm-hmm" was all I could muster before a smack to the right buttock saw me cut myself off with a moan.

I could feel my own cock grow underneath me as I remain restrained on my knees on the bed of my fathers' neighbour.

As my body prepared for another smack on one of my buttocks the next sensation felt was completely different. Clint placed his hands on each of my butt cheeks and slowly spread them leaving my virgin rose bud exposed.

I felt a warm sensation at my entrance. At first, I thought this was the lube ready to help Clint do something his wife Karen didn't offer, but I was quickly corrected when I felt his breath exhale warm air onto my testicles, thus radiating up my hardened cock -- it wasn't lube at my opening it was his tongue.

The warmth of his tongue swirling around my entrance, covering it in his saliva. His hands tightened on my cheeks and continued to spread. His tongue continued its presence at my hole and then slowly I felt it enter my canal -- it felt so good I couldn't help but moan.

Clint, my older lover, withdrew his tongue and went back to licking in and around the entrance, a feeling of disappointment washing over me until I felt his tongue enter me again this time it licked around the walls of the area it could reach which was sending all sorts of signals to my mind.

I ground back against him, desperate to feel his tongue deeper into me. To my disappointment he once again withdrew his tongue going back to licking around the entrance.

He continued this process over and over, each time digging his tongue deep into me and licking all around, for as long as he wanted and could. He'd harden his tongue and allow me to thrust backwards on him, before eventually pulling himself out and licking around my entrance.

After pulling his tongue out this most recent time he actually pulled away from me, not licking and kissing around the entrance.

"Do you want to be fucked Richard?" Clint asked.

"Oh yes, I want to be fucked!" I replied, desperate and in a whole new state of euphoria that I had never experienced before. This state was heightened when there was another smack on my ass, I was not expecting it but moaned as a result.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you." Clint almost ordered. I thought I just had, another spank to the exact same spot as the last -- which was unexpected -- cleared my head.

"Clint, I want you to fuck me."

With that the room fell silent for a moment. Was I wrong? Is that not the answer he wanted?

I felt something else press up against my entrance. It wasn't his tongue -- this had a totally different feel to it. It was thicker -- it was his cock.

I felt it rest against my entrance, then a little bit of pressure was applied, my body instinctively tried to fight against the intruder.

"Take a deep breath, try to relax," the words of encouragement from Clint came from behind me. I took a deep breath in doing so the tip of his cock slid in. The pain was indescribable, I cried out -- it was big it was stretching me, it hurt, and my body was so desperately trying to say "No", every muscle attempted to tighten.

After a few deep breaths and an attempt to clear my head, he began to push again, I could feel my anal canal expand, going against what it wanted to it, while the burn continued the further it went.

"Argh," I groaned, partly in pain and part pleasure, as I attempted to keep my head clear.

He pulled backwards slightly, without fully withdrawing, before beginning to slide forward this time sliding a full inch or two inside me forcing the sensations to repeat. A slight cooling effect came every time he'd withdraw slightly allowing sections once filled by his rod but now empty to 'have a break' for a moment.

Each time he'd pull back the next time he'd move forward more of his manhood would enter me. There he'd sit for approximately thirty or so seconds before he'd gently pull backwards and thrust forward effectively in place for another minute or so before pulling all the way out until just the head of his cock was in my entrance -- then thrust forward slowly entering more of himself into me -- a process he continued until I felt it, his balls hit just under my hole.

He was all the way in me -- there he stood still for the thirty seconds. The pain had subsided and the pleasure of having him in me had completely taken over.

Clint slowly began to pull his member back towards my entrance, just as previous he kept the head in. With whatever momentum I could gather I thrust back towards him indicating I was ready.

Doing so I was only able to take a couple inches before the restraints stopped me, but it seemed to give Clint the hint that I was ready.

I felt his hands being placed on each one of hips. His body weight behind me shifted and his cock began to disappear into my ass.

This time while slow and gentle it wasn't done a little bit at a time, he continued with his thrust until once again his balls were pressed between us. Clint pulled out again to leave just the head before repeating the same process as before sliding forward into me.

Again, he pulled out to the head and this time when he entered into me it wasn't as slow or cautious as previously, this one was harder, the next one was even harder, and soon it was forgotten, he had his hands on my hips and he was piling his cock into me, his balls slapping against me with each of his forward thrusts.

The momentum of his thrusts soon had me being forced forward on the bed, only for the restraints to prevent me from being moved too far forward.

Clint's well worked hands weren't just placed on my hips anymore, his hands were pulling my hips backwards towards his cock every time he was thrusting forwards, ensuring that he was driving himself as deep into me as he could -- hitting my prostate each and every time.

"Fuck me Clint!" I blurted out before I could even think of the words that were coming out of my mouth.

"That's it, that's it," Clint replied, his breathing becoming heavier as his thrusts into me became harder. Another thrust, wow that was deep, another one, another one each feeling deeper than the last and soon my own balls were tightening.

He grabbed what little hair I had and began to pull my head backwards as he drove the entire length of his cock into me. Wow this was hot, a little too hot -- it pushed me over the edge and soon my own cock begun unloading my cum onto the bed under where I currently knelt.

I don't know whether it was the shaking and jerking from my own cum explosion that sent Clint over the edge but it seemed as my load was finally emptied his decided to do the same thing, the only difference being his was in my ass not over a bed sheet.

He grabbed my hips, he thrust deep in, one time, a second time, and on the third time it was as if though he put all his force into the thrust, all the strength he had into pulling my hips backwards as this time he didn't move he didn't let go he just buried himself into me, held me there and began to unload.

The warmth shot inside me, my tunnel filling with the man juice all of a sudden becoming slicker than previously allowing Clint to easily begin to slide back and forth now as his streams of jizz continued to unload from him.

Eventually his orgasm subsided, I felt him collapse on my back as he began to slide his softening cock out of no-longer virginal hole.

I felt empty, sore but definitely empty once he was gone.

"Clean it," Clint ordered as his softening cum covered cock appeared near my mouth. I instinctively opened my mouth where his rod soon found a new home as I used my tongue to clean up each and every evidence of cum.

Once satisfied he stepped backwards from me, a smile crossing his face.

"That was fun," he said as he reached down unlocking the restraints, allowing me to move for the first time in -- an hour according to the bedside alarm clock.

"That is was," I replied as I stood from the bed and began to look for my clothes.

"There's still mess," Clint said breaking my search, confused I looked at him and he indicated with his head towards the bed. I looked and sure enough there were some parts of my load that hadn't soaked into the sheets.

I looked at Clint who then looked at me expectantly. I went over to the bed to where the mess remained and as I looked deeply into his eyes I stuck my tongue out -- licking up the mess that did remain.

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