Joe

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.

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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...