Birthday boy James has just turned eighteen and has come to Brighton to visit Gus - his father's best friend when he was still alive. With a whole summer ahead of him before going to university, James wants to be based here with all that Brighton has to offer - the beach, the bars, the wealth of gay men! For James is deperate to lose his cherry!
The plan is to get Gus a little bit tipsy during the birthday afternoon drink in the bar, then turn on the charm or turn on the tears - whatever it takes to get Gus to agree to let him stay with him in his fabulous penthouse overlooking the sea.
James is sure it will work - Gus was always a big softy, letting him away with blue murder during the times he'd visited in the past. Which was a bit of a shame, because James quite fancied the idea of Gus imposing some discipline, like putting him over his knee and tanning his ass! For despite being twice James's age, Gus is one heck of a sexy big hunk!
The plan goes well - James get's Gus drunk, then back at the penthouse comes the most wonderful chance...
“Cheers, Gus...” I replied, throwing him a huge smile. “You know, I’m glad we’ve had a bit of a chat and a laugh. It’s been a while. And it’s nice to see you smile again... you’ve been a right miserable sod of late.”
“Don’t be so cheeky!” he snapped in mock offence. “You’re not too old you know.”
“Too old for what?” I teased in response; prodding him in the ribs for added effect and eliciting another burst of laughter.
“To be put over my knee for a spanking,” he eventually replied; tears streaming down his eyes at the drunken hilarity of it all.
“What!” I exclaimed, seeing through a whiskey induced haze, the possibility of not just a fucking, but a long harboured dream come true.
“Aye! That’s right. I was always too soft on you, but then it wasn’t my place to be otherwise. If I’d been your father though, then by Christ I would have done it – for you certainly deserved a good spanking on many an occasion.”
“Rubbish,” I countered, giving his ribs another tickle. “I hardly gave you any trouble when I visited. Anyway, that’s not your style. As you said, you’re far too soft. You’re no Scottish lion – more like a pussy cat. You would never dare lift a finger to me, never mind spank my ass.”
“You think not!” exclaimed Gus, rising to the bait.
“I’m sure not. But I’d like to see you try.”
I was so drunk and so horny, I decided I might as well give it a go. Without any warning, I threw myself over Gus’s lap; my crotch and semi hard dick pressing down on Gus’s thighs.
“On you go, prove that you’ve got the bottle and give my ass a tanning for the first time ever. You’re right, I certainly deserve one.”
“You cheeky little rascal! By God you deserve one.” Gus was still laughing as he said this; whiskey blurring the edge between harmless larking around and more serious fun.
“Come on Gus; a couple of spanks. Prove to me you’ve got it in you,” I said still laughing, keeping it light, keeping the edge as blurred as possible, keeping my longing submerged. The last part wasn’t easy – my cock was rapidly filling with blood to push down against Gus’s chunky thighs.
And then he did it!
He brought his hand down and made contact with my ass. I was stunned. That first slap was more of a pat - it caused no pain at all; but I moaned none the less, because Gus’s hand stayed where it had landed and caressed my buttocks ever so slightly...
So did he get spanked at last?
By God he did!
And that was just for starters!
Birthday boy James gets much much more. He gets a whole series of mind boggling presents from good old, not so soft, Gus!
Note - This is an edited version of the original book using American spelling and language
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Published March 10, 2011
by Firm Hand Books.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction, Gay & Lesbian.