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Delivering pizza wasn't much of a job, but it helped
keep me in school, and it did give me the
opportunity to meet
some very
interesting people. Such was the case with Lance
Gilbert.
Mr. Gilbert was one of my
most frequent, and better
tipping
customers. Judging by the way he eyed me up and down
when I made his deliveries, I was almost
certain he had a
crush on me, which I
found flattering as hell given the fact
that he was such a great looking guy.
Gilbert
looked to be in his mid to late forties. His
eyes were a steely, blue-gray, set off by his graying
hair.
He was an exceptionally
attractive man with a sexy smile and
what appeared to be a firm, lean body. He was also the
fatherly type, which really turned me
on.
Late one evening, as my shift was ending, I made
a
delivery to Mr. Gilbert. As luck
would have it, his was my
last stop,
so when he invited me in to chat, I was able to
accept his hospitality.
"Tell me, young
man," Gilbert asked, "do you go to the
university?"
I nodded. "My first year."
I noticed his eyes widen as they fell
wantonly upon the
bulge that had
begun to fill the basket of my jeans. I was
so attracted to the man I couldn't help becoming aroused.
I
sensed that the lust was mutual, no
one had ever looked at me
with such
yearning before.
"If you attend the university, you
must be older than
you look," said
Gilbert. He visibly beamed with excitement
when I told him I was only eighteen.
"It must
be very lonely being away from home for the
first time. With school and work you probably haven't
had
much of an opportunity to meet
new friends?"
"You're right about that," I said.
"I'm afraid my
hectic schedule
doesn't allow much time for socializing."
Over a bottle of wine, Mr. Gilbert
and I spent the next
two hours
talking. Time had gotten away from me, before I
knew it, it was two A.M.
"Why
don't you spend the night," Gilbert suggested. "I
have a perfectly wonderful guest room. You're welcome
to it
if you like."
"I
appreciate your generous offer, but I wouldn't want
to inconvenience you." I shivered from head to toe
when he
reached out and gently place
a hand on my knee.
"Don't be silly. I feel as though
we're old friends. I
would love
to have you as my guest."
My cock twitched restlessly
in my pants. I gave him a
school boy
grin and reached out and patted his hand. I knew
I should go back to the dorm, but I heard myself
accepting
his offer. He was elated,
his stare becoming so tense I
could
almost feel his eyes caressing me. He was all but
panting by the time he got around to showing me the
guest
room.
"It's a
bit warm in here don't you think?" said
Gilbert. "Why don't you take off your shirt? Or better
yet,
why don't you let me take it off
for you?"
I stood as if I'd been encased in ice as
Gilbert came
toward me, his hands
reaching out to unfasten the row of
buttons that ran down the face of my shirt.
"I'll bet
a hot, young stud like you jacks off a lot."
His hands were now pressed firmly against my bare
chest,
sliding up over my shoulders,
causing my shirt to fall down
over my
arms. "You ever get caught playing with cock?"
"Only once," I confessed. "By my dad."
"What happened?" Asked Gilbert.
"Nothing happened!"
Sighing, shaking his head, Gilbert said. "I would
have
given you a good spanking." I
shivered as he ran his hands
down my
smooth torso.
I snickered coyly. "My dad's a
pretty understanding
guy, and
besides, I was sixteen, a little old to be spanked."
"Nonsense," Gilbert rebutted, unfastening the front
of
my pants, stripping me down to my
boxer shorts. "You're
never too old
to be spanked. My cock was stabbing out against
the front of my underwear like a tent pole.
"Tell me," said Gilbert. "Exactly how long has it
been
since you were last
spanked?"
I couldn't remember exactly. I shrugged.
"I was a kid;
ten or so, I
suppose."
Gilbert took my hand and rubbed it over
the enormous
bulge straining against
the crotch of his pants. "Then
you're
long over due," he said, gasping as I squeezed his
hard cock.
He took my hand and forced
it between my own legs. "If
I was
your dad, I would spank you for touching yourself like
that."
"Don't you think that would be a little excessive?"
Gilbert smiled.
"Sometimes a little discipline is just
what the doctor ordered."
I wasn't so sure
I agreed with his philosophy, but I was
intrigued enough to be horny as hell.
"Be
honest," said Gilbert. "Right this minute, if you
were alone, you'd be stretched out naked on the bed,
stroking
that big, persistent hardon
that's been nagging you since
you
arrived. Am I right?"
I wasn't accustom to such
candid talk. He was making me
blush,
but I was willing to play along. "Okay, let's assume
you're right, and you were to come along and
catch me beating
my meat. What would
you do?"
"Oh, that's easy," said Gilbert, reaching
into my
underwear to feel me up. "I'd
have to put you across my knee
and
give you a spanking you'd never forget."
Oddly
enough, the thought of feeling his hand stinging
my buttocks turned me on even more. It didn't take a
genius
to see that Gilbert was
bursting at the seams to play Daddy
Dearest.
"I'm not sure I fully understand this
discipline theory
of yours," I said,
shrugging naively. "I guess you're going
to have to show me."
Gilbert was so
overwhelmed with the prospect of spanking
my bare ass, he was on the brink of hyperventilation.
This
was a whole new scene for me. I
hoped I wasn't making a
mistake.
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