1. Hudson Family Tales Pt. 04


    Date: 10/9/2023, Categories: Gay Male, Author: byalexbraun3191 

    Pop was the only person who had ever spanked me before.

Neither of my parents believed in corporal punishment, but they did have the belief that when my brother and I stayed at Pop's, we would be punished however he saw fit.

There were two times I remembered Pop spanking me. The first was when I was six, and I took a glass off the counter and threw it onto the floor because he wouldn't let me have ice cream after dinner. Pop took me into his bedroom, closed the door, bent me over his knee, pulled down my pants, and swatted my ass with his bare hand.

Besides being the first day Pop ever hit me, it was also the first day I found myself attracted to him. I had no idea what sex even was, so it wasn't about that; I just knew I was struck by Pop's built physique.

He looked like a superhero, his arms bound with muscle and his pecs always rock hard under their bushy surface. Since he and my Dad were both such young fathers, Pop was only around forty at the time. It's probably not a coincidence that ever since, I'd had a soft spot -- or should I say a hard spot? -- for middle-aged men.

That spanking kept me on the up-and-up until I was eight, when I tested Pop a second time. He'd told my brother and me not to pee in his yard, but one summer afternoon, I dared my brother to piss next to me on the fence outside, to see whose stream could go higher on the wooden slats. When Pop saw from the kitchen window, both Kyle and I got spankings in his room.

Kyle watched my ...
    ... Superman underwear get yanked down and my cheeks swatted first, and then I saw it happen to him. Afterwards, Pop gave us each a kiss and told us to be good boys so he wouldn't have to spank us again. For some reason, that time it stuck. Pop's hands hadn't come into contact with my ass since.

Now, as I lay next to Pop in his bed, his glossy porn magazine resting on my chest, I gazed at him in total disbelief. His fingers were grazing my pubes pulling down my shorts, revealing pretty strong proof that I wasn't the little boy I was all those years ago.

I could feel my dick bounce up and slap my belly as soon as it was released from my boxers, and when I looked down into Pop's eyes, I could tell he was entranced by the tufts of hair on each side of my shaft and balls. I was eighteen now. This wasn't the little boy penis that had been pissing on his backyard fence.

"Wow. Very nice, Buddy."

"You can touch it if you want."

"Are you sure?"

I nodded, then I closed my eyes, and only a second later I felt Pop's fingers grazing my nutsack. Then he ran his fingertips all over my shaft and head, finally feeling around my young bush.

It felt so good having Pop's fingers on me, but my eyes really rolled back at what I felt next.

A gentle, wet heat slid down my dick. I recognized the sensation right away. It was exactly like when Dad had put my dick in his mouth, only without the fingers pushing in and out of my hole. Pop's head slowly bobbed up and down on me, bringing me ...
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