4 comments/ 73736 views/ 10 favorites John Introduces Me By: firmjames I was aware that I had strong sexual feelings from an early age but always thought that these were purely heterosexual. I had always bemoaned the fact that I was baby faced with blue eyes and fair hair, everyone always thought I was younger than I actually was which was a real pain when I wanted to try buying alcohol for the first time, but I found that I had no trouble getting attractive girlfriends and now I am positively delighted to still look- and feel- much younger than my years. My hair changed from fair to light brown during puberty and I grew to be just over 5'10 but I have always played a lot of sport and have never put on weight so I weigh now only a little more than I did then. Anyway by the end of sixth form I had had enough of education and instead of going to university I found a good job in a bank locally, it was very easy to get jobs in the late 60's and I found the bank to be not terribly challenging so changed jobs 2 or 3 times before landing a position as a trainee manager with a company in the leisure business covering much of the southeast. Although I was based in my home town I was given my first ever company vehicle, a minivan, which I couldn't drive for the first couple of weeks as although I had a driving test booked it wasn't until after I started the new job. Luckily I passed first time and settled into a very enjoyable few years. I reported to a regional manager based in another coastal town 15 miles away and worked long hours in the summer season, often from early morning to late at night but the work was stimulating and the upside was that during the summer we employed lots of female university students who often seemed quite keen to go out with a junior manager who was one of their bosses, had transport but was the same age as them. I would see John, the regional manager, two or three times a week, usually in the evening. We got on quite well but I didn't know much about him other than that he lived alone. He was in his late 40's or early 50's so seemed positively ancient, 2 or 3 ins. shorter than me and quite stocky. I don't remember ever wondering about his sexuality or lifestyle, he was just my boss. During my second summer, when I was 19 I had to spend more time near the head office which was in the town where John lived, we didn't actually spend much time in the offices which were always on the seafronts because of the nature of what we did, we were out and about much of the time usually finishing about 8 or 9 at night but sometimes later. John and I worked more closely together through this period and one evening we had some planning issues to discuss and John suggested we go for a drink. We sorted out the work issues and had a more relaxed general conversation and this became the norm over the next few weeks, when working late once or twice a week we would go for a drink, discuss any outstanding issues before moving on to more general conversations. Looking back I realise that John learned a great deal more about me from these chats than I did about him but given the age gap and the fact he was my boss I don't think this was unusual. He would talk to me about which of the girls I was seeing, my home life where I went to school, hobbies and interests and eventually he asked questions in a very casual way about my sexual experiences, mind you the word sex was never mentioned. Looking back I can see it was gentle probing but I thought little of it at the time. I do remember one occasion in particular however, we were in the pub and had had a drink or two, drink driving wasn't much of an issue in those days, and had been talking about which of the female students I found most attractive. John pointed out one of the barmen and asked if I thought that the girls would find him attractive and I confessed that I didn't know and hadn't given the question any thought whereupon he opined that he would prefer to go home with an attractive girl but would take an attractive guy rather than nothing. I wasn't sure what to say and so I said nothing and John asked if I found what he had said shocking. I was a bit embarrassed and didn't want to appear unworldly so I assured him I didn't and then told him about my experiences with boys at school. John assured me this was all fairly normal and unremarkable returned to a work related discussion and soon after we left to go our separate ways, he to his house and me to the minivan to drive home. A week later I was back working with John again. I had been at my own office in the morning before getting a 'phone call to come and help John out so didn't get down there until mid-afternoon, which meant we didn't finish until close to 10. We had a quick drink but only had time for one before the pub closed so John said why didn't I come back with his , I knew his house was quite close and we still had one or two things to discuss so agreed and we walked the short distance to his modest but detached bungalow. Although I knew where he lived I hadn't been to his house before and was struck by how neat and tidy everything was, it was positively Spartan compared to my parents house with few decorations. He showed me into the lounge and he told me to make myself comfortable while he got the drinks. It was summer and quite warm and I had left my jacket and tie in the minivan earlier so I was in trousers and shirtsleeves and fairly comfortable already so took a seat on the sofa. John returned with the drinks, drew the curtains and switched on a couple of table lamps so the light was not too bright and the room felt quite cosy. I can't remember for sure if he put on any music or not but I don't think so. I'd had a beer at the pub but switched to scotch as John didn't have any lager, he was drinking the same and the measures were clearly generous. The work issues were pretty minor and before too long we were back to talking about more personal things but now we had no-one nearby who might overhear, the whole atmosphere was more intimate and I had drunk more than usual. John told me about an early experience with a girlfriend and about his first awareness of sexual feelings so it seemed fairly natural for me to tell him about my early experiences. John then recounted a couple of reminiscences more of his own before asking me if I had ever tied up any of my girlfriends and/or if I had been tied up myself. Now it looks strange writing this years on, sober and in the cold light of day, but at the time it was more just mildly titillating John proceeded to explain just what a high you could get from being tied up even if nothing else happened. He said that the feeling of helplessness and giving up responsibility heightened was exhilarating and that I ought to try it as my girlfriends might enjoy it and I would know what they were experiencing. I was back to not knowing what to say so had another drink which emptied my glass and John went off for refills leaving me with my thoughts. I had still not really given any thought to John's sexuality and wasn't sure just what he had been suggesting i.e. was this just a discussion or what, it certainly didn't occur to me to leave which is I suppose what I should have done. John returned with my second large scotch and took his seat in the armchair which matched the sofa I was on; there was also a large old leather wingback armchair on the other side of the room with wooden legs and feet, green leather tall wingback and low green leather armrests. He soon returned to the topic of the joy to be had from being tied up and finding yourself helpless and not in control but in a safe situation and gradually but fairly insistently suggested that it was something I should try. I still didn't leave and continued to sip my scotch which was having an effect and eventually John said 'come on it's time for you to experience something new, I promise all I'm going to do is tie you up and let you experience why it is so enjoyable, but if you are worried perhaps we should call it a night as it's getting late'.. Clearly there was a hint of a challenge and I wondered if I was being childish by not wanting to try a new experience so I said Ok what do you want me to do. John told me to take off my shoes and socks, as they would get in the way, and go and kneel in front of the green leather armchair, which without saying anything else I did. While I was kneeling there he went to a drawer in the sideboard, took out a length of rope and asked me to lean forward with my chest and head on the seat of the chair and put my arms over the low armrests and around the back. This I did. It felt a little uncomfortable but very strange and it was as though I was having an out of body experience, as John proceeded to tie the rope first round one wrist then down around the opposite rear leg back to the other rear leg and up and across to my second wrist it was as though it was happening to someone else and I was just watching, it was certainly a new experience. Once he had finished his rope work John asked me to try and free myself, which I was unable to do, he then went back to his armchair, sat down with his drink and there was silence for a few minutes before he asked me how I was feeling. I told him that it was a strange feeling of helplessness and he asked if it wasn't just a little bit exciting. I was surprised to find that he was right, it was how it felt and I told him so. He said OK James you are tied up and helpless, a situation you agreed to, and you admit you find it sexually stimulating, so I am going to try something I think you will enjoy. If I am wrong and I think you are not enjoying it at any stage I will apologise, untie you and stay out of your way until you can put the memory of tonight behind you, but I genuinely don't think that will happen. I heard the words but I don't think they really registered and it is difficult to describe my emotions as I heard and felt John walk over, kneel behind me, reach round and begin to unbuckle my trouser belt. I was slightly drunk, I was surprised, I was shocked but I knew I was excited as well and I know that tellingly I didn't say anything as John continued to unfasten my trousers and pull them down my legs and completely off. His hands stroked my buttocks through my underpants a couple of times before again reaching round to unbutton the lower buttons of my shirt which he then pushed up my back to my shoulders so that much of it fell across my face and mercifully stopped me from wondering whether to my open my eyes or what to say, somehow I felt even more detached with the material over my face. John was clearly encouraged that I still hadn't said anything and ran his hands down my naked back over my bottom and down the backs of my thighs and I felt a horrid fascination as his hand moved to the front of my thighs and started its' return journey upward. As horrified by all this as I was I certainly couldn't disguise the huge erection I was sporting, the outline of which John traced through my cotton underpants. His hands then returned to my sides and I felt him hook his thumbs in my pants and like my trousers before them pull them down and off so that I was now semi kneeling face down in an armchair with my hands tied naked from the shoulders down. My heart was beating so fast I felt faint; I was baking hot and just felt incredibly naked my penis felt so large I thought it was going to explode and I was really just living for the moment with no real idea of what might happen next. John ran his hands over my body several times lightly brushing my cock before breaking the silence that had ensued since he started stripping me. I think, James, that we can safely say you are enjoying this. During our chats I have learned about your limited experience with other boys but I don't think you have ever had your cock sucked by a girl or boy and that is a situation I am going to correct now. Unless you ask me not to in the next few seconds, I am going to get my head underneath you and take that impressive young cock into my mouth and I shall suck and lick you until you come. I think I was beyond speaking anyway, I wanted this not to have happened, I wanted it to stop but equally I was more excited and stimulated than I had ever been before and I wanted that feeling to continue, so I said nothing. I felt John shift position as he rolled onto his back and slid his head into the gap between my legs and the front of the armchair but how do describe the feeling of a warm wet mouth sliding over the head of your searingly hot massively erect penis for the first time . My senses were heightened by the fact that I was tied up and virtually blindfolded and Johns mouth felt amazingly smooth and wet. His tongue was flitting over my pronounced bell end, one hand was cupping my balls and the other was holding the base of my cock. I tried not to come as it felt somehow wrong but I didn't last very long before having a massive climax, there must have been semen everywhere. John just said that I must have needed that before untying me and disappearing to the bathroom to fetch tissues and a towel for me to clean up. He was still fully dressed which made me feel more naked and I cleaned up and got dressed quickly with my back to him. He suggested that there was a spare room if I wanted to stay the night rather than risk driving but I just wanted to get out of there and collect my thoughts and I said very little other than that I had better go as I hadn't warned my parents I would be away. As he showed me out he apologised if he had pushed me into doing something I hadn't wanted to and assured me that he would never mention the evening again and hoped it wouldn't affect our working relationship. He said he would stay out of my way for a while so we could put the episode behind us if I wanted to. I felt remarkably sober as I drove home but with a turmoil of confused thoughts in my head. I had always thought I had a strong male personality, certainly not camp or obviously gay in any way and I adored women so how had I let that happen and why had I enjoyed it so much? I got home without incident and had a good nights sleep. I went to work as usual but worried about what I would say or do if I was asked to go to Johns office or if he were to come on a visit to mine. Every time the 'phone rang I worried that it might be him and I wondered if anyone could see that I had allowed something so wrong to happen. But John was as good as his word. Two weeks went by and there were no requests for me to help out at head office and he didn't 'phone or visit. I was just left to get on with things. Gradually my feelings of guilt faded and all I could think about was the intensity of the sexual feelings I had experienced and I don't think John was totally surprised when two and half weeks after that first experience I 'phoned him and said that there were some things I needed to discuss with him. Nothing was said about what had happened and John fixed a date for me to come over to head office in two days time. I will post what happened when we next met, soon. James John Introduces Me Ch. 02 John, My Second Visit This is the second of my stories about how I came to accept that I was not fully heterosexual. These stories are true reminiscences, even the places and most of the names are unchanged...If you think you recognise anyone or have similar experiences then get in touch.... My thoughts were very mixed over the next two days. I was excited about what might happen but nervous and a little worried as well. I don't think that I thought that I might be gay, I had no wish to be kissed by John or indeed kiss him or duplicate the majority of the things I did with my girlfriends, it was just a pure sex thing, the thought of being tied up and stripped was tremendously exciting and I got a huge erection every time I thought about what had happened. Equally I wondered what would happen now that I had arranged to meet John again, would it be awkward, how would it affect our working relationship? On the morning of the day I had arranged to meet John at the head office he 'phoned and in a completely normal and comfortable manner he asked whether it would be OK if we met at his local pub later in the evening or if I needed to see him earlier at the office, whichever was alright with him. As calmly as I could I told him that the pub would be fine, he said that that was good news that he was looking forward to seeing me and we agreed on a time of 8.30 p.m. I spent the rest of the day working on auto-pilot, trying not to think about what might happen that night- I still didn't know if we were going to ignore what had happened or if there was going to be a repeat performance and whilst I pretended to myself that I had suggested the meeting to clear the air in reality I knew that I was hoping John wouldn't just leave it there and that he would let me experience those feelings again. After work I went home and had a shower; as I was going straight to the pub I could wear jeans and a short sleeved polo shirt but I was aware that I had chosen to put on my favourite briefs, which were fairly tight new white cotton 'designer' label briefs, they were particularly comfortable and a good snug fit and the fact that I had put these on without really thinking about it showed that subconsciously I must be planning for them to be seen.. I got to Deal early and sat in my car on the seafront feeling nervous and excited until 8.25 before getting out and walking round to the pub. John was already there with a drink and immediately got up to greet me and get me a drink from the bar. He had secured a table in a corner and the pub was not too busy so we had some privacy and as he returned with my drink he mentioned that it was the first time he had seen me in casual clothes and that he hoped this indicated that I was feeling relaxed and comfortable and that I wasn't there to talk about work issues. I mumbled something in return and John said that as much as he liked me in my casual clothes he had to admit that he preferred remembering me as he had last seen me and did the fact that I was here now mean that I was willing to continue with my new experiences. I replied that I thought it must be, that I hadn't been able to stop thinking about what had happened but that I didn't know how far I wanted things to go and was worried about how it might affect our working together. John said he understood perfectly and that first and foremost anything that happened outside work would be kept completely separate and that I was a valued employee and he wouldn't want to lose me but that from our last meeting and from all our talks he thought that I would get as much enjoyment from our activities outside work as he would. He then said that whilst I was a dynamic and effective manager in the workplace he thought that I had submissive tendencies with men like him and that he wanted it clearly understood that if ever I came to his house again it was to be on the understanding that from the moment I crossed the threshold I would allow him to take charge and with that in mind would I like to finish my drink and come back with him for a nightcap? I had been drinking my pint quite steadily while John had been talking and the adrenalin was flying round my system. I hadn't felt comfortable with the use of the word 'submissive' and had always been fairly dominant with my girlfriends but I couldn't deny how excited I was feeling and after a brief hesitation I finished my drink and said OK. John said 'Good, but before we leave I just want you to tell me what happened last time' I was a bit confused and asked what he meant and he said that he just wanted me to describe what happened to me on my previous visit as then we would both be clear as to what was likely to happen tonight. I double checked that no-one was listening to our conversation and then told him that I had allowed him to tie me up, strip me and stroke and suck my penis. 'Good' he said again 'let's go'. As I explained in the first part of these memoirs John was several inches shorter than me and quite stocky, I am 5 feet 10ins and only weigh a little more now than I did then which was about 10 and a half stone, I always played a lot of sport so am and was athletically built. Additionally I was 19 and he was late 40's or early 50's so I don't know what Johns neighbours would have thought had they seen us but there was no one about as we went up the path of his detached bungalow and he unlocked the door motioning me ahead of him as we entered. I was about to head for the lounge when John said 'wait! You will recall our agreement, now remove your shoes and socks and leave them here'. It began to dawn on me that this was going to be a very different experience but the thought excited me and so I did as I was told and was then instructed to follow John into the lounge. It was just the same as before with the leather wing backed armchair opposite the sofa and its matching chair. The sofa was the chesterfield type with the sides and back at the same height, thickly padded in brown buttoned leather. John closed the curtains and turned on the lamps, but instead of telling me to make myself comfortable he said that he was going to make himself more comfortable and that I was to remove my shirt and then stand in the middle of the room and wait. I took off my shirt, which John took from me. and stood very self- consciously in the middle of the room as he disappeared for some minutes before returning in tracksuit trousers and a t-shirt. It was the first time I had seen him not wearing a suit and this actually made him look very different and if anything older. It also made him look as though he were wearing fewer clothes which emphasised that I had no real idea what was happening, somehow it had all been about me up until now, John had been fully dressed throughout my previous visit and until now I hadn't really thought that I might have to look at or touch his body. He poured himself a drink, took a seat on the sofa and looked at me. He said that he didn't think that I looked very comfortable but that he could rectify that, that I needed to accept that I had given up control and that he had something which would help. Getting up he came over and just briefly stroked one hand over my shoulders and chest down onto my stomach before going over to the sideboard and taking something out of the drawer he returned with a piece of black material in his hands and told me to keep still as he was going to blindfold me which he thought would help me relax. The material was some form of bandana; he put it over my head and eyes and tied it at the back leaving my mouth and nose free. He was right and in the sudden darkness I immediately felt more comfortable and relaxed, as though I had no responsibility for anything that was about to happen. John said that I didn't need to speak all I had to do was let him take control and do whatever he instructed, and he then told me to stand up straight with my arms at my sides as if standing to attention. I did so and felt John's hands again begin to stroke my chest and body. I had been very blonde as a boy and my body hair was still very pale with virtually no chest or underarm hair and John told me how nice it was for him to be able to stroke such a smooth body. He started tweaking my nipples which is something I had never experienced before, they seemed to be directly linked to my knees which started to buckle, I didn't know if I was experiencing pain or pleasure it was an intoxicating mixture of both. John let go of my nipples and said that he had told me to stand straight and I gasped as I felt a sharp smack to my buttocks. My jeans were quite thick but I could feel the imprint of his hand. I had been slippered a couple of times at junior school but I really was now beginning to understand what I might be letting myself in for. I felt John's hands on my belt; I was wearing a broad natural leather belt which had been bought at a street market in Spain on a family holiday some years earlier. 'We won't be needing this for the moment' John said and unbuckling the belt he pulled it free through the loops in my jeans and I remember wondering why he hadn't just unfastened it.' I'm just going to put this over the back of the sofa' he said, and I heard him move away. He had taken my shirt out of the room and it seemed strange that he should be bothering to tell me where my belt was but I was in a state of nervous and excited anticipation and just stood still listening, all my other senses seemed magnified with the blindfold on and I heard and sensed John come back to stand in front of me. My prick was fully erect and I knew that it was sticking out above the waistband of my briefs. John rubbed the backs of his hands across my stomach as his fingers dropped to unfasten the stud at the waist of my jeans. 'You really are a big boy James' he said as he unzipped the jeans and pushed them to the floor, 'and you are standing proud in every sense of the word...That can't be comfortable, the elastic must be cutting into that lovely cock , let me help' I thought he was about to pull my pants down and I revelled in the thought of the feeling of nakedness and freedom but instead he gently pulled my waistband away from my body and took hold of my cock with his fingers, stroking it briefly as he re-arranged me by pushing it sideways and letting the elastic snap back to leave my erection lying diagonally across my stomach constrained once more in my briefs. He told me to step out of my jeans and then said I was to remain still as he took them to join my shirt. I heard him leave the room and stood quietly awaiting his return. He was back very quickly and I heard him opening the drawer in the sideboard and the sounds of things being moved about. The drawer closed and he told me to put my hands behind my back. I sensed him pass me and go over to the sofa before he came back and stood behind me. I felt cold metal on my wrists and there were 2 clicks. I didn't need to be told that I had been handcuffed; I was now completely under John's control. 'You look magnificent James' he said 'I don't know whether you know but I am 49, you are 19, you are in great physical shape with an impressive cock and you are under my control stood blindfolded and handcuffed wearing nothing but those tight white briefs in the middle of my lounge, it is almost too good to be true and I am going to take my time enjoying this'. It is difficult to explain just how exciting this all felt. I had always thought I was very straight and had had a string of attractive girlfriends. I had always been the dominant partner, very much in control in my private life as well as at work. When younger I had bemoaned my baby face looks but it was clear that girls found me attractive and I realised at school that I was better endowed than normal but it was something different to hear someone actually tell you that you looked magnificent, that they were going to enjoy you. The fact that it was my boss, a man I trusted just made it more surreal. I heard John's voice telling me that he was going to sit down, sip his drink and enjoy looking at me as he contemplated pleasures to come. He told me to stand straighter and put my shoulders back and my head up. I complied without thinking, painfully aware of how constrained my penis felt. I heard John sit down and one or two other noises I couldn't identify. He told me that the bulge in my briefs looked good enough to eat and that that was what he intended to do in due course; I would have come immediately if he had touched me at that point. He told me to turn clockwise for a quarter of a turn and then stopped me briefly facing him side on before telling me to turn again and stopping me with my back to him. John was clearly moving on the sofa and I wondered if he was masturbating, it occurred to me for the first time how powerful I actually felt even though I was the one virtually naked blindfolded and handcuffed, there was something empowering about being able to give someone else such obvious pleasure. He spoke again telling me that my briefs were stretched very tightly over my bottom and that I had very spankable buttocks. He asked what I thought about the slap he had given them earlier. I spoke for the first time since we had arrived at his bungalow but only to mumble that I didn't know what I thought. He said that that was fine, I clearly wasn't objecting, silence would be taken as compliance and that in any event he was in control and he would do as he wished. He told me to bend forward from the waist before telling me to stand straight and face towards his voice again. 'I think we are ready for the next phase 'he said 'walk towards me '. I could tell he was on the chesterfield from the sound of his voice and walked gingerly forward. I felt his hands on my hips as he guided me to stand between his knees where he sat. I felt the material of his tracksuit bottoms and the front of the chesterfield against my lower legs as John's hands traced the outline of my huge erection through my briefs. He moved his hands around to my bottom and pulled me forward, I could feel his lips nuzzling my cock through the cotton and willed him to pull my pants down and take me in his mouth but I could feel him sit back and his hands moved up my stomach and he again took hold of my nipples and began to squeeze and tweak them. My knees immediately began to give way again and as they did John grabbed me pulling me forward and down. I lost my balance and started to panic as I couldn't put my hands out to soften my fall but John was taking the weight of my upper body and suddenly my head and upper body felt the cool leather of the sofa and I was half kneeling half laying across Johns leg and the sofa.' That's better' he said. 'Now let's get really comfortable' -and he sat back on the chesterfield pulling my legs up so that I was now laying full length across his lap. My feet and legs, head and chest were on the cold leather my upper thighs and stomach and everything in between was across John's lap, I could feel the material against my skin. My penis was crushed against one of his legs and for the first time I was aware that John had a cock of his own as I could feel something more solid against the side of my stomach. He told me that I was to lay still and that he was about to spank me, that if I relaxed and accepted it I would enjoy it but that either way it was going to happen as he was going to enjoy it immensely. His left hand was holding one of my handcuffed wrists and his right started to caress my bottom through the cotton briefs, occasionally just pushing against the flesh slightly, a sort of harder caress, I wondered when the spanking would start and tried to prepare myself. His hand would lift away from my bottom for a second or two and I would tense my buttocks involuntarily waiting for the blow but instead the hand would return to its soft stroking. He spoke again telling me that he hadn't had that many chances to enjoy himself in recent years, he didn't have a long term partner and knew he wasn't that great looking and unlikely to make younger friends. He said that he had liked the look of me from the outset and over the months we had worked together he had often wondered what I would look like naked and how it would feel to have me across his lap like this. He said that it was a long time since he had introduced someone as young as me to the delights of bondage and submission and that he had thought I would be a natural from some of our early chats. He said that if I was uncomfortable with any of this now was my last chance to say so. Sex has always put me on a high that drink or drugs can't come near and his words and the situation were so seductive that I was really having an out of body experience, it was as though I was witnessing the scene rather than being involved. I still wasn't sure about being spanked but I had enjoyed everything else John had suggested and I was young, I liked new experiences; so I said nothing and lay still. John was still stroking my bottom but the stroke turned to a smack with no pause and no time for me to prepare. I gasped loudly but the smacks came fast and furious, a whole flurry of them and just as suddenly they stopped and John returned to caressing me. My bottom was stinging and burning but my erection was as strong as ever and I could feel that John's erection had strengthened and was pushing against my stomach. John said that he wished I could see how my bottom bounced as he spanked it, that even through my briefs he could tell what a lovely shade of red it was beginning to glow and that it would be good to have someone else there to photograph just how erotic this was. That gave me a bit of a jolt but it was just words and the idea somehow added to the feeling of naughtiness and so I lay there breathing heavily conscious of my need to come. John started spanking me and caressing me intermittently, I would tense after every slap and he would wait until I relaxed before spanking me again. I have no idea how long this lasted, possibly only a few minutes but it seemed a long time. John then said it was time to appreciate his handiwork and he let go of my wrist and his hands grasped the waistband of my briefs and began to pull them down. I felt them slide easily over my bottom and the cool air made me feel terribly naked, but at the front the elastic was caught against my erection and John told me to lift my bottom so that he could free the material. I lifted up as best I could and John's hand took hold of my cock and freed it from my briefs which were pulled down to my knees. John gave my cock a squeeze and said that there was little doubt that I enjoyed being spanked as much as he enjoyed spanking me and that we would both enjoy it even more now that my pants were out of the way. He let go of my erection and took hold of my wrist once more. I was desperate for his hand to hold my prick again and give me relief and began to move gently in his lap trying to rub myself against him. John said' not yet James' and began to spank me again even faster and harder than before. The sounds of his hand hitting my naked buttocks was very loud in the room and although it hurt and my bottom felt very hot there was something else, I began to look forward to the feeling as his hand smacked me, I was aware it was giving him pleasure and somehow wanted to please him more, the pain became pleasure I began to writhe about, wanting to be spanked but at the same time trying to avoid the blows. John was beginning to breathe quite heavily and I was feeling that I was about to burst when without warning the spanking stopped, John pushed my legs to the floor took hold of my shoulders and told me to stand. I stood shakily with the silence after the noise of the spanking ringing in my ears and my bottom feeling as if it were on fire. Without pre-amble John grabbed my stinging buttocks and pulled me forward guiding my raging hard-on into his mouth. The heat, wetness and softness of a willing mouth engulfed me and I didn't need the urging I was receiving via John's hold on my bottom to rock backwards and forwards, fucking the mouth in front of me. I was never going to last very long and I tried to pull out as I felt myself coming but John held me in his mouth sucking and licking until I had completely finished. This was another completely new experience and I think I was genuinely shocked and even a little embarrassed, but once I had finished John just patted me on the bottom and turned me to sit on the sofa, telling me to have a little rest. John Introduces Me Ch. 02 Even now I recover quite quickly and can come again after a rest and in those days I would often be ready again almost immediately, all depending on how stimulated I was. As I relaxed on the sofa, leaning back with my handcuffed wrists behind me, I could feel that my penis had only softened slightly but I was expecting John to release me shortly and thought that the session was now over, it didn't occur to me to think about whether or not John had other needs. I could hear him moving around and sounds I couldn't identify again. As if reading my mind John said that he hoped I wasn't expecting to be released, that he hadn't finished with me yet and that he hoped I hadn't been hoping to leave before he had come himself. My cock immediately began to stiffen again as I accepted there were more experiences to come but I was worried about what I might be expected to do. I had indulged in mutual wanking when younger but that was about it, I had not fucked or been fucked by a guy and I had not had a penis in my mouth and wasn't sure I wanted to. I think at this stage I was expecting to have to wank John off but that was about it. I was now back to being fully hard and I felt John squeeze my erection as he commented on how exciting I was obviously finding the situation. He told me to sit forward and asked me if I had ever sucked a man's cock. I shook my head not wanting to speak and he said' OK it is something you will have to learn, at least you know how it should feel and I will introduce you gently, I won't do anything that I think is making you uncomfortable. As your introduction you won't have to open your mouth but I am going to rub my cock against your face and lips and I want you to kiss it'. He was stood in front of me and I sensed him removing the tracksuit bottoms, a hand was placed either side of my head pulling me forward slightly and I felt something warm tap against my cheek. I could smell soap and somehow smell the warmth. The hands let go of my face before one of them went to the back of my head and softly but firmly held me still. John was twisting in front of me and his prick was tapping against one cheek and then the other touching the tip of my nose as it passed. I could feel that he was leaving pre-cum on my face. John changed position and I felt something against my lips, it was warm and smooth and both soft and solid at the same time. I couldn't tell how long it was but it felt quite thick. He was obviously now standing side on to me and was pushing his erection backwards and forwards along the length of my mouth. I could feel his pubic hair brush up against my left cheek as he pushed forward. John said that I was effectively kissing a man's cock for the first time and that if I now kissed the head properly he wouldn't push me further today. I felt him change position again and then there it was something warm wet and sticky pushing against my lips. I kept my teeth closed but softened my lips and kissed. It pushed against me several times and a small part of me wanted to open my mouth and let it in but it felt quite big and I didn't want cum in my mouth and still wasn't sure I could really do this so kept my mouth closed. The pushing stopped and John said that that would do for now. I could feel the stickiness on my lips and as a reflex I licked them. I knew he hadn't orgasmed it was just pre-cum but there was a quite a lot of it and I was pleasantly surprised that there was no nasty taste just a slight saltiness. John asked me to stand and I realised that he too was naked as he put one arm round my shoulders and pressed himself against me whilst stroking my prick a couple of times. He said that he realised I was ready to come again but that he was entitled to come before I did this time. He said that he was going to use my reddened bottom but that I was not to worry he was not going to fuck me, yet! This was all part of my training. With a hand on my bottom he guided me round behind the sofa and I was told to bend forward. I felt the cold leather of the back of the sofa against my thighs and started to bend forward but John stopped me and said that the back was too low to make contact and that I needed to bend my legs first. It felt very strange but I ended up with my hips and stomach flat against the thick back of the chesterfield squashing my penis against the leather. John moved a large cushion on the sofa which took the weight of my head and shoulders and my legs were splayed as I had moved them to try and keep my balance. The upshot was that I was virtually unable to move at all, I wasn't tied down but my bottom marked my centre of balance now and I couldn't move without help. John told me that I was a lovely sight and that no matter how it felt I was not to worry he was not going to penetrate me. First of all however, he said that my bottom needed warming up again and that as I had coped with the spanking even better than he had hoped he was now going to introduce me to the delights my own belt which he had removed earlier. I felt him slide the leather belt over my back and shoulders then down across my bottom. He said that as this was my first experience he would only give me 6 strokes and that he would then use my re-reddened bottom to reach his own climax, but once again not to worry, he wouldn't penetrate me. The pain from the first stroke of the belt flashed through me. I gasped as the belt whipped across my upturned defenceless bottom but the searing heat and pain actually hit me milliseconds later by which time I was gasping from the next blow. I knew I only had to take 6 strokes and was determined not to ask him to stop, it became a matter of pride confused in amongst the heat and the pain, it was a complete assault on the senses. I was aware that I had taken all 6 and was beginning to relax as John said 'and one for luck' and with that I received the hardest stroke of all. Before I could begin to assimilate the pain, through the burning and stinging I was acutely aware of something stiff and thick pushing between my arse cheeks and became seriously worried that John, despite his promises, was going to fuck me. I began to struggle as this felt very wrong but John had hold of my hips and I gradually became aware that he wasn't pushing any further in. He was massaging his cock between my buttocks along the length of my arse crack and I felt his hands grip me tighter and heard him groan as I felt his hot sticky cum explode over my lower back and bottom. 'Well done' he said 'That was good and I told you I wouldn't penetrate you this time, your arse looks wonderful very red with darker red welts and covered in my semen. You will have some marks for a few days but they will fade, stay there while I get something to clean you up' I couldn't move anyway, I was hot and sticky, my bottom still felt like it was on fire and yet I still had a raging hard-on. John came back and wiped my back and then I felt him kiss my stinging bottom. Then he said that it was time to sort me out again. He helped me to stand and grasping my erection he walked me back round in front of the sofa. He said it was time for me to lose the blindfold which he unfastened and removed. It was strange to be able to open my eyes and I wasn't sure if I wanted to but John told me that I should. The room was more brightly lit than I was expecting with extra lights on but on the plus side John had put his clothes back on so I didn't have to feel embarrassed about looking at him naked, though having felt his cock pressed against me and having kissed it I was beginning to wonder what it looked like. My belt was laid across the back of the sofa but it was what was at one end of the sofa that caught my eye. John moved the cushions of the sofa and sat down; he pulled me down so that I was at on his lap before pulling my shoulders and arranging me as he had earlier except for this time I was face up. It felt tremendously erotic. He was clothed and I was stark naked. I looked along my body as I lay face up across his lap on the sofa and the highest point was my penis, bobbing around level with John's stomach and chest. 'I see you noticed the camera' he said 'let me show you the photos' The noises I had heard earlier were a Polaroid camera and with his left hand John began to pick up from the sofa the pictures he had taken, while with his right hand he started to slowly wank me. He told me that with the bandana/blindfold it was not possible to recognise me in the photos and that he hoped I would let him keep them but that it was up to me. I was desperate to come again and couldn't really concentrate on his words; I was thrusting my hips up trying to make John wank me faster. He held a photo in front of my face. It showed me blindfolded and handcuffed stood in the middle of the room, the size of the bulge in my briefs very visible. The next ones showed me naked sat on the sofa and the final ones showed me bent across the sofa. I was shocked to see how red my bottom looked but the very last photo had been taken after John had used the belt. There I was splayed across the back of the sofa, several criss- crossing red welts across my bottom with spunk running down my buttocks and arse crack. I wouldn't have recognised myself. John started to speed up his hand movements. He told me that he thought the 'photos were highly erotic, he hoped I agreed, that I couldn't be identified in any of them and that he had a friend to whom he would like to show the photos. He said that the friend was a little older than him and lived a couple of hours drive away and that he wouldn't make copies or let him keep any he just wanted to show him. He said I didn't have to say anything, silence would be compliance, but he hoped I would agree as it would 'make an old man very happy', he was sure his friend would want to masturbate over the pictures that he would like seeing me stripped whipped and spunked over. With that I came massively. My cum shot everywhere and there was a lot of it. In the heat of the moment I had found the idea of one of Johns friends looking at those photos very exciting but as I came down from my sexual high I was back to feeling a little embarrassed and ashamed, not to mention how sore my bottom felt. John lifted himself out from under me picked up the camera and the photos and put them in the drawer of the sideboard. Coming back he sat me up unfastened the handcuffs and passed me the cloth to help clean myself up. I asked if I could use the loo and he reminded me which door it was off the hallway. I now just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. I didn't really want to talk to John. Somehow the quicker I left the easier it would be for me to pretend it hadn't happened. I didn't want to acknowledge exactly what had taken place or how much I had enjoyed it. My bottom in the bathroom mirror looked a real mess. It wasn't bleeding but you could feel how raised the welts from the belt were and they were very dark red and bruised looking. I wondered how I was going to hide them and thought I would have to avoid any girlfriends seeing me undressed for a while. John shouted through the door asking me if I wanted a coffee or a drink. I said not and that I thought I'd better be going. He said that was a pity but that he understood and he would wait with my clothes by the front door. I was clearly going to have to face him again and left the bathroom with a towel round my waist, feeling a little silly to be naked. John was stood by the front door; he was holding my belt with the rest of my clothes in a mound at his feet. He raised an eyebrow and told me to put the towel back in the bathroom that I had agreed to be naked and he wasn't aware that anything had changed. I put the towel back and walked down the hall towards him. He said that that was better, that he enjoyed seeing me naked but that I could get dressed now. He watched me get dressed still holding my belt. When I was fully dressed he said that before giving me my belt I was to kiss it to thank it for the pleasure it had given us both. This was seriously embarrassing and I felt idiotic but I wanted my belt and did as he asked. He said that he thought that I had probably enjoyed tonight almost as much as he had but that I probably needed time again to come to terms with what had happened. He said that I now understood the rules about coming to his house, that I still had much to learn and that it would be up to me again to let him know when I wanted to further my experience. He said we would doubtless be in regular contact about work and would continue to meet and talk as usual but that if I wanted to visit him at home again then I should tell him I needed to discuss a' disciplinary issue....' I think he could tell I was feeling uneasy and so with that he opened the door said 'thank you very much James, have a safe drive home, until the next time.. .' and I mumbled goodnight and left. It felt good to be out in the fresh air and somehow free. I felt I had had some new experiences, I had learned something new about both life in general and me in particular, but that perhaps that was enough and John and I would go back to how things used to be, a more normal existence, I would not be asking to discuss a' disciplinary issue'. It was not until I was well on my drive home, still running through in my mind what had happened and how I had felt that I remembered the photographs and the fact that I hadn't said anything about them. John still had them, he'd tidied them away quite quickly, and my silence gave him tacit approval to show them to his friend. Was that just part of the titillating scenario or did he really have a friend he meant to show them to? There was no way I could do anything about it now. I comforted myself with the thought that I was unrecognisable in any event but as much as I was appalled that someone else might see them I had to admit that there were also stirrings of excitement that a friend of John's, another mature man, might see them and get turned-on by them....