by John Simpson
“What’s this punishment business?” Clay asked.
“You’ll see.”
“Maybe I should just go home then.”
“Your choice, Clayton. Far be it from me to keep anyone against their will or do something they don’t fully consent to,” Alex said with a secret smile that Clay couldn’t see.
“Shall I bring my overnight bag in or not?”
“Are you going to take your punishment for lying to me?”
“Okay, yes, damn it!”
“Then by all means get your bag and come in.”
As Alex entered the house he was all smiles. He turned on a light and hung up his coat in the closet. When Clay entered, Alex took his coat and gloves and hung them up.
Clay stood in the middle of the room like a schoolboy who knew he was bad but didn’t know the consequences yet.
“Sit down. Can I get you anything more to drink? Wine, booze, coffee?”
“No thank you, but I need to use your bathroom.”
When Clay came out of the bathroom, Alex pointed up the stairs.
“Move your ass, mister,” Alex said in a stern voice.
Clay moved, but he was unsure what Alex was up to. He certainly didn’t feel threatened or worried. He was intrigued to find out what was going to happen. As they went up the stairs, Alex fixed his eyes on Clay’s ass as it shifted from side to side, and grew hard. This was going to be fun!
They entered the bedroom, and Alex sat down on the bed.
“Take your clothes off.”
“Huh?”
“Take your clothes off now!” Alex said without a smile.
Okay, now Clay was nervous, but he still trusted Alex. He took off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and dropped his pants. He took off his socks and stood there in his brand-new sexy underwear that accented both his junk and his ass.
“Are you naked?” Alex asked.
Clay thumbed down his shorts and kicked them off. Alex got up, took off his belt, and sat back down again.
“Come over here and lay across my lap.”
“What? You’re going to spank me? Do I look like a twelve-year-old boy?”
“Looking at that cock, I’d have to say no. Now do as you’re told and take what you earned,” Alex said with a wicked smile.
Clay finally moved toward Alex, not believing that a full-grown man of almost fifty was going to be spanked. He lay down across Alex’s lap and rested his chest and head on the bed. Alex moved him into the position he wanted and began with his hand.
“This is for lying to me!”
Clay cried out each time Alex’s big hand slammed into his tender ass-flesh. After five, it stopped and Clay thought, “That wasn’t so bad!” He began to move and was put right back in place.
“Where the hell you going? You’re not done yet, boy. This is for not trusting me and putting me through a stupid schoolboy test!”
This time the belt came slamming down on Clay’s ass and there was nothing light about the blows. Clay yelled each time the belt kissed his ass, ten times in total.
“Now ten more with my hand, and you’re done.”
Alex struck Clay’s ass in various places another ten times, which finally turned Clay’s ass slightly pink.
“Now, get up, and I hope you don’t pull something like that again!”
Clay stood up and looked at Alex like he didn’t know if that had just happened or not, but he was determined to take whatever Alex dished out. He rubbed his ass to dampen the burning feeling and said, “Okay, now what?”
“Please remove my shoes while kneeling. Then take off my socks.”
Clay did as he was told but rolled his eyes. “You get off on power trips, don’t you?”
“Yep! And you’re my travel agent,” Alex laughed.
Alex stood, removed his shirt, and looked down at Clay who was staring at the zipper on Alex’s pants.
“Take down my pants.”
Clay didn’t hesitate. His hand worked the button and the zipper quickly, and then Alex’s pants were down. He then pulled them off one leg at a time without being told to do so. When he looked up, he saw that Alex was rock hard.
“Take my shorts down with your teeth.”
Again, Clay didn’t hesitate. He bit down on the waistband and pulled the shorts down to the floor. Alex stepped out of them and pulled Clay to his feet. As they stood almost nose to nose, Alex put his arms around Clay, pulled him in even tighter, and parted his lips with his tongue. He kissed Clay long and deep and toward the end of the kiss, moved him around so that they fell onto the bed.
They adjusted themselves so that their heads were on the pillows. Before Alex could say anything, Clay had inched down to suck on Alex’s cock as he fondled his balls. With his other hand he reached up to Alex’s nipples and began to rub, tweak, and pinch them.
Alex pushed his head down into the pillows and moaned at how well Clay was giving head. He was a whole lot better than just two nights ago, and Alex couldn’t help wondering if that had been part of Clay’s plan also. Did he try to underperform in bed?
Clay let Alex’s cock flop back down onto his stomach and went to his balls. There he licked and sucked, making Alex moan once more. When he began to work his way up Alex’s body, his erection dragged over Alex’s crotch and stomach. He sucked on each of Alex’s nipples and then moved to his lips.
The kissing went on until Alex had to have Clay. He broke off the kissing and pushed Clay onto his back so he could lick and suck his way down Clay’s body. He began to jerk Clay slowly, feeling the hardness in Clay’s erection. He shifted so that he could take Clay into his mouth and spent some time swirling his tongue around and around the head of Clay’s dick, which practically drove Clay up the headboard.
“That feels fucking great! Damn, I love sex with you!”
Alex went down all the way on Clay’s shaft until his nose was buried in the fine pubic hair that surrounded Clay’s genitals. He concentrated on sucking Clay, alternating between hard and fast, and slow and gentle. He moved to Clay’s balls and licked them thoroughly, making Clay moan with pleasure.
Alex moved between Clay’s legs, pulling them up and back over Clay’s chest, which exposed his secret entrance. He let Clay’s legs rest on his shoulders and parted his ass cheeks, running a finger over the entranceway. He then spit on his finger and worked it into Clay’s opening, inserting it up to the first knuckle.
“Alex, that feels incredibly good, but I have to tell you, I’m a virgin there. I’m not sure if I can take your dick, and it makes me nervous.”
“Okay, babe, I’m not going to do anything you’re not ready for and that includes my favorite act in lovemaking, though the fact that your ass is cherry makes me wanna fuck you all the more. Men are men and they like getting a virgin, which is rare in our age group. We’ll leave it for now, but I will have you,” Alex said with a thick voice.
He dropped Clay’s legs down and moved up to sit on his chest. He took Clay by the back of the head and inserted his cock into his mouth. He then rocked back and forth, fucking Clay’s mouth. Clay ran his hands all over Alex’s ass and up and down his back. Alex could hear Clay moaning in pleasure so he knew Clay liked sucking his dick.
When Clay inserted a finger in Alex’s ass, Alex clenched his ass muscles tight to shut out the intruding digit. Clay pulled off Alex’s cock.
“What’s the matter? Are you afraid I want to fuck you in the ass? Who says you’re the top?”
Alex chuckled. “Honey, I haven’t been butt-fucked since I was in the Marines, and that was just to give a war buddy what he really wanted. Let’s just say that I’m accustomed to being the top, okay?”
“Okay for now, I guess. Can we try the sixty-nine position again?”
“Sure. You like that one, huh?”
“Hell yes. Now let’s do it, babe.”
“Babe, ha! Okay, dude,” Alex replied.
As they shifted into position, both men began to suck off, realizing that no one was going t
o stop short of a full climax. As Alex sucked on Clay, he ran one hand continuously over Clay’s smooth, tight ass. Clay alternated between sucking Alex’s dick and balls and then remained on his cock as he began to get close.
The first to explode was Clay. He tried to continue sucking while he was cumming but simply couldn’t. He gasped for air as shot after shot of hot cum flew into Alex’s mouth. When he was done, he went right back to work on Alex, determined this time to give Alex the same pleasure he’d received.
After another five minutes, Alex’s climax built and couldn’t be stopped.
“I’m cumming. Pull off!”
Clay continued to suck, determined to take Alex’s load into his mouth. When it began to blast against the back of his throat, he found he had to swallow or drown in cum. He managed to take it all, and when Alex finished shooting, Clay pulled off and collapsed onto the pillows.
Both men were breathing hard, enjoying the effects of their climaxes. Alex forced himself to get up and bring a wet washcloth back to bed.
“Here, wipe off your mouth and your cock. It’s easier on the sheets,” he said with a chuckle.
When they finished cleaning up, Alex threw the washcloth into the hamper and rejoined his friend in bed. He put an arm over Clay’s chest and kissed him.
“That was some damn good sucking. Are you sure you’re not that experienced?”
“Pretty much so. Aside from giving quick blowjobs in bookstores in New York City, and in the back seat of a car once, that’s all I’ve done. As I said, never been fucked before either.”
“Did you enjoy the blowjob I gave you?”
“Hell yeah I did. You suck dick like a pro! You’ve obviously had plenty of practice,” Clay said, and broke out laughing.
“Oh, you think that’s funny, eh?” Alex asked as he tickled Clay and they roughhoused on the bed for a bit.
“Are you going to let me fuck you sometime?” Alex asked.
“More than once if you’re lucky. But you have to promise to be gentle and really prepare me for the first time. I’m serious when I say I’m very nervous at the thought of you sticking that fat dick up my butt. And you, Mister I’m-a-top, you gonna put out for me sometime?”
“We’ll see. If you’re a great fuck, and I want more, then maybe. But if you’re a lousy fuck, nah!”
Now it was Clay’s turn to rough-up Alex, and Alex took it, though he could have put Clay through a wall with very little effort. They kissed a few more times and then snuggled.
“Alex?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For forgiving me for lying to you, and for being more than a friend to me.”
“All you had to do was let me be more than a friend. I’ve been waiting since I met you.”
“So, I’m not just another notch on your bedpost?”
“First of all, do you see any bedposts? Second, if all you were going to be was a one-night stand, I’d have nailed you a long time ago, and you wouldn’t have seen me much after that.”
“So what are you saying?”
“I’m saying we should talk things over another time. Right now, let’s get totally caught up on our sleep. Good night, guy.”
“Night, stud.”
Chapter Thirteen
THE next morning, they woke up at almost the same time. They kissed and took showers. When they were dressed, they went downstairs to the kitchen.
“Hungry?” Alex asked.
“I could eat something, but don’t go to a lot of trouble.”
“How about, coffee, scrambled eggs, and bacon?”
“Sounds great to me. Can I help?”
“You can get the eggs, bacon, and cheese outta the fridge while I make the coffee.”
As Clay sat at the breakfast bar watching Alex cook, he allowed himself to wonder what it would be like to live with this man. He knew he had feelings for him, but would Alex ever want to give up his bachelorhood freedom for married life?
His eyes drifted down to Alex’s ass, and he watched it move. Sex the night before was glorious, and he knew he wanted a lot more where that came from and then some.
“Here ya go,” Alex said, setting down a plate. “Eggs and bacon. Toast?”
“Nah, this is good. Thanks.”
As they ate, Alex looked at Clay and finally asked the question that was on his mind.
“Clay, I think you’re a really nice guy, and I like you a lot. I think we’re good together, and I’d like to see a whole lot more of you on a regular basis. We’re both essentially retired and don’t have money problems to worry us. How do you see me?”
“Do you mean you want us to have a relationship? As in a couple?”
“Yeah, that’s exactly what I mean. I have feelings for you that I’m sure will grow into full-blown love if we continue to see each other. I want more than the occasional date and after-date session. I also think it’s terrible that you’ve never had a serious boyfriend in almost fifty years! You’re a good person. You deserve the love of a good man.”
“I have to think about this, Alex. I don’t doubt what you’re telling me, and I have feelings for you too. I care about you, and seeing you brightens up my day or night.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“The problem is that it’s the dead of winter here in Rehoboth. There are very few people around, and you’re in full nesting mode. So a relationship with me probably looks pretty good to you. But what happens when the winter turns to spring and the boys return to the beach? This place crawls with some pretty hot men, and I might not look so good to you anymore compared to them. Can you honestly tell me that you won’t get a case of hot hormones for these guys and wanna bed them?”
“Is that really what you think of me? That I’d throw you over for a hot, young piece of ass? You think I can’t control my dick?” Alex asked with a raised eyebrow.
“No, I’m not saying that at all. What I’m saying is that you’ve not lived here during the warm months, and you don’t realize what you’re in for when the scenery changes around here. If you still want to have a relationship after the summer season passes, I’d be more inclined to think seriously about it. If you really want me, you can wait ten months, can’t you? In the meantime, we can date. We just won’t be picking out any silver patterns. Okay?”
Alex was silent as he cleared the plates and refilled the coffee cups. He sat down and looked directly into Clay’s eyes.
“I can’t say I’m not disappointed with your reaction to my proposal, but I understand what you’re saying. Once again, it’s a matter of trust with you, isn’t it? You don’t wanna be hurt by getting dumped for a younger man. Right?”
“Yes. And I think it’s reasonable to let you have your freedom this summer to screw whoever you want to without having me around as a ball and chain. I reserve the same right, of course. So?”
“Yeah, okay. If that’s the way you have to have it, then I have no choice. We’ll discuss this again at the end of September. But, I’m telling you right now. Don’t be surprised when I ask you out and want to make love to you afterward. That’s not gonna change one bit.”
“Agreed. Besides you’re damn good in bed, and I was in heaven last night. Thank you for understanding my insecurities and for allowing this to unfold slowly.”
“I believe you told me that your birthday was on July 10,” Alex said.
“Yes, and yours is in the beginning of September.”
“Okay, here’s the final deal. I’ll wine and dine you for your birthday, and for mine, we’ll do a quiet dinner. As my birthday present from you, I want an answer to my question. Agreed?”
“Okay, it’s after Labor Day, so yeah, that works. But what if the answer is no?”
“Then I’ll have a shitty birthday, won’t I?”
THE winter began to ease and the first signs of spring approached Rehoboth Beach. Clayton’s Rainbow was now open full time, and Clay’s Internet business was doing ve
ry well. More and more hot young men began to come down on weekends from Philadelphia and up from Washington, DC, looking for houses to rent for the summer. Rehoboth was a big party resort when the population doubled in size with all the rentals.
Just like Clay had said, hot men began to show up on the beach, and by Memorial Day, the season was in full swing. The streets saw a ton of foot traffic, and during the day, guys could be seen on the way to the beach shirtless in their bathing suits. Alex got an eyeful as the daily parade went by the front of his house.
The shop that sold only underwear and bathing suits reopened for the season along with the rest of the boardwalk businesses, and Rehoboth was hustling and bustling. Reservations were now required not only at the Blue Moon, but at all the restaurants in town. The fact that the vice president of the United States liked to pop in occasionally for dinner at a local French restaurant certainly didn’t hurt the atmosphere of the town.
ALEX phoned Clay at the store.
“Hey, you busy?” Alex asked.
“Actually yes, but I can talk. What’s up?”
“You’re closed on Sundays, right?” he asked.
“Actually, no, I’m open. I have to be able to sell to the weekenders, so I close on Mondays now. What’s up?”
“Actually, that’s even better. How about we go to “Poodle Beach” on Monday? I’ll bring a small cooler with drinks and you can bring your beach umbrella. Whadaya think?”
“Sounds like fun actually. Deal. We can eat lunch on the boardwalk if you wanna go in the morning or somewhere else for dinner if we go in the afternoon. Which would you prefer?”
“Why can’t we stay for the entire day?” Alex asked.
“Sorry, I burn real easy, and I don’t want a sunburn. If we go around two, we can have a full four hours before we have to leave. Will that work, at least until I get some suntan base?”
“Sure. Sunburn is no fun. It can actually be dangerous. Okay, come over on Monday and bring your stuff for the beach.”