Date: Sat, 13 Jul 2013 09:38:11 -0400 (EDT)
From: Writersparody@aol.com
Subject: Joe 3

Chapter Three of First time with Joe please Nifty (Gay relationships)


First time with Joe...

Chapter Three

Joe was taking me to the highest pitch.

Hi .


In this third chapter you have joined me about an hour after I left  Joe's
mobile caravan and I can tell you I am right whacked.
I have discovered  that Joe does nothing in small ways. It has to be the
full works and he  certainly takes full advantage of me in the few hours we
share together, and the  time goes nowhere
But I have come to enjoy the subservience of being Joe's  twice a week guy.
Having just driven home I was glad I had an extra cushion to  ease my well
spanked rear quarters which has become standard,
He spanks me  most every time we meet now and has recently taken to using a
paddle and  sometimes a cane which is a real stinger.
At first I wondered  if I  should go with him anymore it was that bad.
Although he always gives me a very  gratifying massage with usually coconut oil
after punishment, the hurt lingers  for a day or two afterwards. Joe says
that is all the better to remind me of him  if perhaps my mind wanders to
other guys.

He is very jealous of that, wanting to know if I have looked at another
guy, and each time we meet I have to be truly honest with him and tell him,
even  if I have just taken a second glance at someone, and that will mean an
addition  to the number of times he spanked me.

Today he spanked me wearing my tight jeans, which he says, enhances the
curve in my bum. He has this thing about stretching up my trousers whilst
bending over his knee, to separate the cheeks. And he always had his camcorder
in place to record everything we do, and of course the monitor screen so I
can  watch.
But whilst being thoroughly spanked, paddled or caned my head is well
down, almost touching the floor I close my eyes and grit my teeth awaiting each
new contact, hearing the reminiscent sound of the contact and also, if he
is  using the cane, the inimitable swish as it comes down on me.
I feel my pulse  start to beat to the double and the renewed sting and I
yell for mercy.  Sometimes he pauses, usually to take a good feel of my hot
red cheeks and I feel  the touch of his fingers tantalizing my crotch with a
promise of things to  come.
That was nice as it always is, and makes the beatings worthwhile, just  to
enjoy the wonderful way he pampers and spoils me afterwards.
After the  beating he allows me five minutes or so to gather myself. I
gently rub my bum as  if to rub away the pain and as I proceed to do that, it isn
't long before he  kneels in front of me to enjoy his usual sniff between
my crotch. I can just  feel his tongue through my jeans and he tells me how
good I smell and never to  wash my jeans, at least not the ones I wear when I
am with him. We have an  arrangement that I have spare pair for spanking
and fun which he hangs in his  wardrobe. He has confessed that sometimes
during the week when we do not see  each other he likes to sniff my jeans and
feel the thinness of the material  behind, which is wearing with the spankings.
He says that does him a treat  and he soon cums. So just for good stead he
wants me to take off my jeans after  a fresh spanking and wrap then over his
head, where he is quite happy to spend  some time sniffing my scent as he
enjoys my oral extravagance of him.
It is a  sort of sweet revenge that  he has come down on me to severely,
because  I  added  a few well-proportioned nibbles to the sucking extravaganza
 and pull his balls a little more that is pleasant.
"Pete you are so cruel to  me" I hear the muffled sound, his head still in
my jeans.
I say nothing and  deep suck him with extra strength until I can hear him
gasp. It is all part of  our wonderful play times together and really I like
him very much, almost to the  point of loving as of lately, I have come to
enjoy his French kisses a lot, and  the way he really massages my balls as he
pushed his tongue deep into my throat,  just where his cock has just been,
thoroughly submerged and well sucked, his  cream still lingering in my mouth
which he takes pleasure in sucking up with his  kiss.
It is all very lovely and our pleasure is deeply reflected in the way  we
love to hold and cuddle after each enthused session, sharing everything we
have to reach our passionate goal. I am well numbed and seen to but even
after  he had taken that lovely love stick away I can still feel its presence
deep up  me and it is divine. The so wonderful sensations Joe could give me
and no  messing! - the thrust and pull like he is fucking my hole inside out.
And his  fuck is always through and amazing, and even though he cums twice
inside me he  can still resume for a long time afterwards. He tells me just
how good I am for  him and how he so enjoys to fuck me after spanking
especially.
He is plain  dirty the way he goes about preparing me for that. He spits
into me, takes me  like      an animal, licking and tasting me there, my
asshole, my cock, everything until I am panting for his hard throbbing cock to
penetrate me.
I am completely besotted in Joe. I will do what he wants when  he wants and
no messing. If he wants to fuck me in chains, in handcuffs or  whatever,
over the bedrail, the arm of the settee or simply on all fours I enjoy  each
and every stroke of his hand and every deep thrust of that lovely elongated
cock inside me.
He has me thoroughly to the highest pitch and I am like his  slave. Always
ready and wanting of him, And if he bears his belt in hand I am  ready. I
reveal my ass like he wants me too, in jeans, in boxers or tight  briefs,
whatever his fancy of the day. I like it that way!

But Come July I was demoralized. Joe needed to go to New York, the other
side of the ocean, for business. I was devastated but he promised t0o keep in
 touch via skype.
"We can still do things" he said obviously in an effort to  keep me sweet.
But what the hell, that was not like real physical stuff.
But  I could not keep him from his bread and butter so I just had to lump
it.
"At  least the break will give that gorgeous ass time tore coupe, it has
been very  busy of late Huh Pete?" He grinned like a Cheshire cat but knew I
was going to  miss the sex a lot.
At least I felt he wasn't planning to do anything with  another because he
asked me to promise to be good whilst he was away, and that  it was just for
a month and he would make up for it when he was back.
Well I  tried, I did honestly but having become so accustomed to regular
sex I was a  plainly depressed and wanting of a good fuck inside me..
When Robert called,  Joe's pal, he asked if I would like a drink I gladly
accepted. If anything did  come out of it I could still keep loving Joe. But
the sex was like a proverbial  drug and I needed it to survive my misery.
Robert was nice. I'd met him  before at one of Pete's parties and he gave
me the eye then. But now, in the  confines of the pub restaurant he was
giving me more than that.
"I promise to  keep it quiet! He vowed, obviously thinking along the lines
that I was. He made  no secret about stroking my thigh beneath the table and
|I certainly made no  secret of resisting him doing that.
It felt nice, especially after a week of  sad neglect and I enjoyed the
attention anyway.
"Perhaps we could erm?" he  said quietly looking towards the toilets. "He
said he would go first an I could  follow indiscriminately. In about two
minutes.
I had never done `toilet  bashing' before. It was repugnant to me. But
such were my needs, and with a  couple of bevies inside me I was game.
I took the bait and made for the  toilets, it was a bit of a rush job and
he was really on for it big time. And he  was certai9nly big time.
"This is just for starters then we can go back to my  place okay Pete?" he
said pushing his hand down my jeans pocket and feeling for  my credentials..
He had a huge one on him which he feverishly exposed for my  benefit and I
was soon inflamed for him..
"Come on Pete, Fucking well unzip,  let's see what you've got then. It is
okay I know you need it in your ass but  that can wait unti8l later, I have
plans for you."
It was nice to feel his  cock rub mine and together , standing up I the
small place we enjoyed a very  nice mutual wank like there was no tomorrow and
he came beautifully into my  briefs.
"That is just for starters, Pete. There is plenty more where that  came
from if you are game?"
I smiled. He felt warm and sufficient. He had a  nice one on hi8m that
would truly benefit from a poke into my ass.
I was  thinking I could close my eyes and pretend it was Joe.
But it turned out no  way. For once he was circumcised and for twice he
wanted to fuck me ass over  tit, which Joe had never done.
It was different though and that great big  cock of his opened a hole that
had been closed too long and he was soon  thrusting away devil may care into
me
He noticed marks on my rear and queried  what they were about.
"Joe likes to spank me" I replied and then he said  something that made me
wonder if being with this guy was right for me.
"Well  each to his own. For me it is golden rain" he announced without
hesitation and  suggested we get into a shower together so he could demonstrate.
I think I'd  reached my port if destination and politely told him I had
better leave, that it  was getting late.
"What a fuckin' shame" he said loudly like he was really  angry, I could
really piss over your ass then fuck it sore."
I said no  thanks, not my scene,
"Then I have no alternative than to let the cat out of  the fuckin' bag"
he yelled.
"I will have to tell Joe of our little bit of fun  tonight."
But even so, I could not go through that. And anyway I felt sick  after his
fucking, we weren't quite compatible in many way. The chemical  attraction
was missing. The attraction I had with Joe. I hadn't noticed at the  time he
was fucking me although I didn't like his taste. His cock was nice to  suck
until he came and that really put me off. Although the fuck was nice
because it was something I really needed. But never the golden rain, never  that.
I made my exit quickly and hoped he would not tell Joe when he got  home...