I took a shower, picked up the mail off the floor, and retrieved the cold soup from the microwave. I stirred it with a spoon to see if it was edible but decided against it and threw it out. I grabbed my laptop and before I started looking at assisted living places in the L.A. area, I checked my email. When I saw the one from Russell, I relaxed abit.
Good day Ryan,
I hope you had a good day at work and a relaxing evening. As discussed, I’ve included a number of links to either articles or videos for you to watch. There is no rush. If you can only get through one tonight, that is fine. I’d like to hear from you, so please call me before you go tobed.
Russell
“Give me some time Russell.I want to and will. I just need to get this shit with my mom sorted out,” I said under mybreath.
I wasn’t going to let this shit with my mom and brother cost me anything else. Things had been quiet and calm for so long. I rarely had seen them in ten years. Occasionally I called my mom but she hardly remembered me anymore. It had been hit and miss for so long. I didn’t know why Icared.
I searched the internet for hours and wrote down a few places that looked like they would be worth looking into. But all the while I was thinking about the email from Russell. I could take a small break and look at one of the links he sent. I wasn’t quite in the mood for an article, so I picked one of thevideos.
The first video was an erotic spanking video. One thing I noticed right away was that the video quality of this was much better than any of the videos I had watched on the subject matter. There was a man and a woman on their knees, each only in their underwear. Then there was another man who walked into the frame, sat down on a chair and called over to the woman. They exchanged some words and when she laid across his lap, he pulled her panties down and began to rub his hand on her ass. As the man spanked the woman, I started to feel myself harden. Her ass was red when he finished spanking her and he pushed his fingers into her glisteningpussy.
“Fuck, yeah,” Imurmured.
I lifted my hips off the couch and shoved my shorts down just enough to get my dick out. I stroked myself as the man fingered the woman until she came. He kissed her and sent her back to her spot on the floor beside the guy. When the man called out for the guy that was kneeling, I slowed my handmovements.
Was he going to spank him too? Could I watch that? Did I want to watch that? Did it mean something if Idid?
The man took the partially dressed man over to a spanking bench. It looked a lot like the one Russell had. The guy got up on the spanking bench and put his arms against the side of thebench.
“No fair, the dude gets to keep his underwear on,” I mumbled. The ‘spanker’ appeared with a knife and cut away the underwear of the man on the bench. “Or not,” I said as I stared at the torn fabric that hungdown.
The ‘spanker’ slapped his bare hand on the guy’s ass cheek and gripped it hard, but then started to rub on theflesh.
“Russell does that,” I said out loud and thought back to how he did that tome.
As the spanking began, I started to stroke myself again. My eyes were glued to the screen as spanks were alternated with firm grips andrubs.
“Fuck,” I hissed and came on mystomach.
As I caught my breath, the man got off the bench and the rest of his underwear fell away. Much to my surprise, he was sporting major wood.Other guys get turned on by beingspanked.
I set the laptop on the couch cushion next to me, pulled up my shorts and went to take another shower. I thought about the video while I scrubbed the cum off my stomach and top of my thighs. Russell seems to have a point or a reason for asking things, and I was willing to bet that he hand-picked thevideos.
Maybe he was showing me that I was not as weird or as fucked up as I thought I was. Maybe he was showing me that it’s common for bodies to get aroused from being spanked. He knew that I felt guilty and embarrassed after the first beating session, so maybe he wanted me to see that others get like thattoo.
Maybe.
Hopefully.
As I toweled off, I noticed that the head of my dick was still sensitive and my shaft was still firm. Had I beenthatturnedon?
Before I got into bed, I sent my brother a text with a few places for him to look into tomorrow. Once I climbed into bed, I put my brother and Mom out of my mind and calledRussell.
“Hey, it’s Ryan,” I said when he answered thephone.
“How was yourday?”
“Work was long and exhausting.” Should I mention my mom and brother? I figured that I had better tell him because it might delay me with reading the articles or seeing the videos. “I got a call tonight from my brother,” I cautiouslysaid.
Russell knew that my brother played a part in me being fucked up, and he knew a lot about what my parents did. Part of me was afraid that he’d tell me that I was stupid for still associating with them. If he did say it, or even think it, it was probablyvalid.
“I see. How did the callgo?”
Okay, good. He wasn’tmad.
