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In 1972 when I was twenty-five, I lived next door to a guy named Kenny who was single and in his forties. Kenny had two passions in his life, his motorcycle and the love of astronomy. I didn’t know much about motorcycles but astronomy was my hobby. Kenny was somewhat of a paradox in that he was clean-cut but enjoyed dressing like an “outlaw biker” when he rode his Harley. He had a degree in physics and an in-depth knowledge of the field of astronomy. We both owned telescopes and we dedicated stargazers.
One evening we were out observing and Kenny said, “I’ve got to ask, are you queer?” I was shocked and asked him why he would ask me such a question. Kenny acted very sheepish and explained that a few days before he was out observing and heard a slapping sound coming from my bedroom window. I immediately knew from his question that there is more to it than just the sound and it was going to be awkward. I then remembered that my drapes were closed but I had the window cracked for ventilation and had forgotten to close it.
Before I could formulate some plausible explanation, Kenny explained that he was concerned, came over to the window, and that there was a little gap in the drapes and he looked in. He said, “I saw you were bare below the waist over a guy’s knee getting spanked and he was also playing with your dick. That looked pretty queer to me.” His impression was probably reinforced by the fact that while in my twenties I could probably pass as femboy today, although I didn't identify or dress as such. I was slender, had a petite build, was 5' 6", 120 pounds, long hair, clean-shaven all over, and a small endowment.
I didn’t see much alternative other than to be honest. I told Kenny that I wasn’t queer but because of something that happened when I was younger, I found that getting spanked by men was a major sexual turn-on for me. He asked me if that included having my dick fondled and I explained that when I get spanked, I’m putting myself in a totally submissive and compliant role.
As you might expect, he asked what happened to me. I told him the whole story about the time a man named Mr. Harris caught me in his backyard with no pants on and spanked me causing me to become sexually aroused and ultimately ejaculating.
Kenny was fascinated and asked if I would allow him to spank me. Because it is something I enjoyed, I immediately agreed. We started having fairly regular play sessions. At first, he just spanked but rather quickly it evolved into him adopting an ever-increasingly dominant role which culminated in me being spanked followed by the ultimate expression of M/m domination.
Sometimes we would go out to a dark area to use our telescopes and he wanted me to be like I was when Mr. Harris caught me, wearing only a T-shirt and sneakers.
A few months, later Kenny came over and asked if I wanted to go to a barbecue at the home of the president of his motorcycle club which was out in the country. I was dressed in my usual summer attire, a T-shirt, blue jean cutoffs and sneakers. I said let me go change and he said no need because it was casual jeans so I got on the back of his motorcycle and off we went.
When we arrived, I noticed the yard was full of motorcycles and there were about twenty guys there, mostly white, but also black, Hispanic, and one Asian. Most of them were around Kenny’s age and a few were older. Some wore “outlaw biker” garb but overall looked normal. I was introduced and learned that most of the guys were in skilled trades, some in technology and a few other had professional degrees. Everyone was very friendly. There was a beer, a variety of bourbons, vodka and tequila and the air held the aroma of wood smoke and pot. The club president, Ed tended to the smoker and was engaged in a conversation with a group of guys when Kenny introduced me.
Ed shook my hand and gave a hearty laugh and said in a loud voice, “So, you’re the young fellow who got caught with no pants on and got his little butt spanked, I’m dying to hear the whole story.”
I turned to Kenny and said, “I can’t believe you told him.” Kenny said he couldn’t remember saying that but guessed he was more stoned and talkative than he thought. Clearly, Ed wasn’t going to be put off and handed me a joint and demanded I tell the story. After a few hits, I went along and told everyone all about my time with Mr. Harris. Everyone was laughing and I was too.
Then Ed said, “I understand you still like going around with no pants on when Kenny spanks you.” I was speechless. Ed put his arm around my shoulders and said, “Don’t worry, that’s cool, everybody has different things that turn them on. In fact, I think if you should take your shorts off right now and you’ll get all the bare butt spanking you could ever hope for.” He then said, “What you think guys?” His idea got unanimous approval.
I was totally embarrassed, but maybe due to the pot and the party, I wanted to do exactly what Ed suggested. The whole idea of being bare below the waist and getting spanked by all these men got me very aroused. Kenny chimed in and suggested that I go for it but I just really couldn’t bring myself to say yes.
That’s when Ed said, “I’ll make you an offer you can’t refuse.” He told me that if I didn’t want to do that it was fine and I could get on the motorcycle with Kenny and go home. I told him that would probably be best and Ed said, “If you do, you ride home naked.”
I told Ed there was no way I would do that and he told me those were my choices. I didn't know if Ed was being serious but given that I wanted to do it, I agreed, I did ask how long I had to remain bare below the waist. Ed said, “Well, how about this? Until the party is over. Okay, get em off!”
Since I have been thinking about what it would be like and the fact that I had no underwear on when I stepped out of my shorts my cock was fully erect. The guys in the group laughed and hooted. Ed commented, “You don’t have a whole lot down there but it’s nicely shaved and looks really cute. Now turn around and let’s see what we’re going to be spanking.”
Several guys in the group remarked, “Very cute and very spankable.” What surprised me most was no one objected and they all seemed to like the idea of spanking me. Frankly, I expected a lot of negative reactions that never materialized.
Ed announced that since he was the host, he claimed the honor of giving the first spanking. After a short time over Ed’s knee, it was readily apparent to me that this was not the first time he’d ever given a spanking. My butt was stinging and on fire and my toes were drumming on the ground. He also took notice my cock remained hard was dripping profusely as a result of his manipulation of it. I was well on my way to my first orgasm but he stopped short and I was denied.
While over his knee I heard someone say, “If he’s going to be spending a lot of time over our knees, I think he needs to be spending some time on his knees.” There was laughter and general approval of this suggestion.
One very large black guy remarked, “Spankings great, but that’s not my main interest in that cute little red ass.”
Ed laughed and declared, “You need to take him into the barn for that.”
Someone else added, “I’m guessing the barn might be a busy place today.” I didn’t miss the significance of any of these remarks all the time I was getting spanked by Ed.
I got four OTK spankings in a row. Ed said, “Let’s give him a little break, we’ve got all day and I don’t want his butt going numb." Kenny was quite reserved. When asked if he was going to spank me, he said he would wait until we got home. A Hispanic guy came up and handed me a beer, for which I was thankful and he proceeded to play with my cock, again stopping short, preventing me from reaching orgasm. I realized I was in for some serious edging, among other activities.
While standing there letting my butt cool down, I heard the sound of another motorcycle arrive and saw two women in black leather. One of them said, “Hi Ed, we heard about your barbecue and decided to crash the party.” Then they noticed me and said, “Whoa! A boy with no pants on with a very red ass. What a pleasant surprise.” Ed was kind enough to introduce me and explain my presence, which apparently pleased them to no end. One said,’ We’re not into dicks but we could get into beating your young ass.”
Ed said, “Go for it!”
They noticed that someone had put a switch on the table. They led me to the table made me bend over it and went to work with the switch while a guy held my hands down. Up to this point, I was enjoying the spanking but the switch in the hands of the ladies was almost unbearable. Either by accident or intent, the switch landed on my balls a couple of times. I was pleading, whimpering and lost all control and ended up ejaculating. The ladies were thrilled and laughed their asses off when I stood up and faced them still hard with cum dripping out of my cock. My butt was covered with welts.
Fortunately, most of the guys didn't use implements other than their bare hands, which was plenty painful. I got it with belts a few times. One guy got creative. He grabbed a piece of wood out of the kindling box. He said he was going to see if it hurt more on a cold wet butt. He took me over to the big tub that was full of ice and beer bottles and gave me a few swats dry. Then he rubbed ice on my butt, cock and balls, He also thought it would be funny to shove a few ice cubes up my butt. He and I both concluded getting it on a cold wet hurt a lot more.
This was an all-day party, going from noon to dark, so obviously I wasn't spanked continuously. I was pressed into service as a combination waiter/busboy. I served food and drinks, cleaned off tables, picked up trash and went to the house when beer and food ran low. On one trip to the house, a guy went with me to help me carry the beer. Once there he said he wanted to suck my cock and swore me to secrecy. A lot of times I would just talk to the guys and usually ended up answering all kinds of questions about why this turned me on. I found I was totally comfortable having no pants on.
There was also humiliation. There were some guys seated at a picnic table and I was made to stand at the end with my cock and balls on the table. One guy fondled me while another stood behind me and sodomized me with a long-neck beer bottle. This caused me to cum. The Asian guy made me kneel down and suck his cock. Two other guys followed suit.
The spanking also continued. Sometimes I was made to stand, while my butt was being slapped causing my cock and balls to be bouncing around. Quite a few ordered me to masturbate. But spanking was the central focus. Some spanked longer and harder than others. This is almost always accompanied by some fondling or holding my butt cheeks apart slapping my anus. I felt they enjoyed spanking me as much as I enjoyed being spanked.
Not that I had any complaints but all day I kept asking myself, "Why would an entire group of men, all of whom were twenty to thirty years older than me, seem to get off so much on spanking me?" If I were a cute twenty-five-year-old girl it would make more sense. So, I just accepted that they did like it for whatever reason and was happy they did.
The last guys to spank me were a big black guy who had made the comment about what he wanted to do to my butt besides spank it and another black guy. He simply wrapped his left arm around my waist bent me over and spanked me long and hard. Still holding me in place, the other guy spanked me just as long and as hard. By this time, I had tears in my eyes because my butt was bruised and tender. I was thankful I was very stoned.
When he finished, they pulled me over to the cooking area, one poured olive oil in his hand and rubbed it in my butt crack, and said, “To the barn white boy!” Ed, who had made the remark about the barn to begin with, thought to discourage them by saying, “If you want to do that you both have to put $100 in the contribution jar." The big black guy just smiled, reached into his jeans and pulled out two $100 bills, and dropped them in the jar. Ed looked stunned but said nothing.
They each grabbed an arm and walked me to the barn. I was bent over a rail and felt a sharp pain in my butt and said, “It’s too big take it out,” which he did, then put it back in and then took it out again and back in. After the initial pain went away, it started to feel good. Then the other guy did me and I came for the third time that day. When I came out of the barn somebody said that I had cum dripping out of me.
I laid down on a chaise lounge and apparently fell asleep. Kenny woke me up several hours later and I was alert enough to take the ride home with him.
The next day Kenny and I talked about what happened and he reassured me that he did not recall ever telling anyone about our activities which obviously he did. He was worried that I was angry and I told him when the topic came up part of me really wanted to do it and when Ed made his “offer I couldn’t refuse” this gave me the incentive to go for it. I told him that I actually enjoyed it, most of it, although I would want to make a habit out of it.
He asked me about the barn and I told him I got fucked by both guys and I came. He told me Ed said that those two guys must have really wanted to take me to the barn to spend $200 and they came out smiling. Kenny did tell me that all the guys in the club had a great time.
A month later Kenny told me whenever he got together with the guys in the club they asked when I was coming back. I was invited to go out again on Thanksgiving but I declined not wanting to have to answer a bunch of questions or do an encore. Kenny and I remained friends and we played together until I moved out of state.
Alessandra
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