Hard Hiding at the Newagents


by Richard Hampton <Hardhampton@hotmail.com>

Id like to share a recent arse-warming experience which Im sure many like-mined lads will enjoy.....

Id recently moved to a suburb of London and one Saturday made my way down to the local paper shop for the fist time. Im a city lad, ex-rugby player in my late thirties and, I must admit, very turned on by the idea of cane or strap over backside.

Having bought a packet of fags and pint of milk, my eye was drawn, as it often is (Im a randy bugger) to the top-shelf selection. I noticed there was a wide selection of mags which seemed to be about CP and immediately felt my todger twitch in my slacks. I casually opened one of the mags on my way out to have a good look – and was met with the sight of a randy window cleaner getting his come-uppance from a very strict lady in a suit. The bloke was made to bend over and take a strapping then slip down his tracksuit bottoms and take a hand-spanking and then a caning on the bare...... The mag next to it involved a curvaceous blonde getting first a good hard slippering then a good tawsing from a schoolmaster. I had to readjust my erection (Im a big lad – 81 2 inches on the alert and very beefy..) by slipping a crafty hand in my slacks pocket.

There were also a few more CP mags and I had a good flick through, realising the bloke behind the counter didnt have a problem and getting hornier and hornier as I flicked through the pages and read some of the Readers Letters. Id had a fair few pints the night before with a couple of mates and was feeling pretty randy. Some of the letters were from readers well into the all the curvaceous female nates on display, others were from lads who wanted to discuss their school-day thrashings and there was one really frigging letter from a bloke who got a woman to read out loud stories about public school whackings, then toss his big tool off.

My mind returned to a horny dream Id had the night before. Id fallen asleep watching a sport channel which had been showing the golf.... In my dream, a very stroppy Nick Faldo had bent the England wicket-keeper Alec Stewart over his knee and started to give him a good hand-spanking over his cricketing whites in the changing rooms. In the dream, Faldo was spanking so hard with his big right hand that the redness was starting to show through Alecs cricketing whites. The big wicket-keeper was really struggling over Nicks lap and then was told to get up and drop his trousers. At the same time, Nick unbuckled and whisked the belt through his trousers loops and doubled it into a strap, whacking it against his palm as he watched Alec get his trousers around his ankles then bend over, hands on the bench. A hard strapping followed, and I could see Nick getting stiffer and stiffer in his tight slacks as he watched Alecs big _c_o_c_k_ start throbbing to attention between his legs..... A wet patch of pre-come starting to build up on Nicks trousers and

Can I help you there, sir?

It was the shop-keeper, jolting me out of my reverie. I realised Id been there a while and that my bulging _c_o_c_k_ was very obvious in my tight Farahs.

Sorry mate, I said, just making a decision. God stuff youve got here.

I took a couple of the mags and went to pay. I hadnt noticed so much before, but the newsagent was a very nice looking chap in his forties, grinning from ear to ear. There was nobody else in the shop and he seemed amused and impressed by my selection. He was dressed similarly to me, in a pair of tight slacks, v-neck and white shirt. He was a big bloke, powerful and horny-looking.

He was still grinning as he took the mags and totted them up.

Nice selection, if you dont mind me saying so. Especially the Janus. Good one this month. Seems weve got an interest in common. Trevor Watson, by the way, glad to meet ya....

Good to see such a nice range of mags, mate. Im Richard Hampton, good to meet you too. We shook hands.

I was reminded of something again. The randy bloke who sold me mags when I was a teenager. The big packet in his trousers, the way he put his hand in his tight trouser pocket and rubbed it while he said I was probably under-age and would I be sharing the stuff with my mates? Being caught by my step-dad in mid wank, then getting the brush over his knee while my _c_o_c_k_ jerked against his pinstripes.... Wanking off with three mates on rugby tour, one of them, Tony, with a huge great big _c_o_c_k_, a ten incher, thick and....

Off home for a bit of exercise then? Trevor joked, giving it the wank symbol.

I grinned. Too right mate. I had a few too many last night. Always makes me well horny the next day....

Well, maybe, said Trevor, and I thought I was dreaming, you deserve a good hidin?!

We looked each other in the eye. I knew he meant business. I could see too that he was checking out my _c_o_c_k_ which was straining hard against my very tight trousers (Ive always found it useful, horny and fun to wear them tight....) A quick glance confirmed he had a similarly big throbber in his own tight blue slacks....

Maybe I do.. I said. Its been a while.....

He walked calmly over to the door, flipped the sign to CLOSED and turned the key then beckoned me to follow him.

Beyond the counter, there was a room piled with mags. There was one wooden chair. He indicated it.

Quick then! Bend over!

Instinctively, I put both hands on the seat and presented him with what I knew to be a big, tightly-trousered target. This was unreal. My heart was racing. I wondered what he would use.

Better make this quick, this time! he said.

I turned my head slightly, to see that he had a big wooden paddle in his hand. I had no idea where it came from – maybe he used it on his lad or the paper boy?? It was long and thick and I knew I would feel it, even over my trousered arse....

WHUP!

The first stroke – and it _f_u_c_k_ing smarted! I could feel the heavy wood right through trouser and pants. It fair struck home! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP!

He was standing back, alternating it a bit, but getting me right across my backside!.This thing was a real _f_u_c_k_ing stinger!!!! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP!

Fwwww!!! Oww, mate -!

WHUP! WHUP! WHUP!

The wood was really blistering my rear and - WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! – he laid it on, in sets of three, really swinging the wood back and then cracking it down over my ample target

Instead of bolting or covering it, I stuck my arse out harder and firner, feeling the hard pain and red sting set in, determined to show him I could take a WHUP! Paddling.

WHUP! WHUP!

Bloody hell! Twenty odd strokes but my WHUP! _c_o_c_k_ was hard as an iron bar and I WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! Reakky liked the way he was WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! Laying it on....

Six more! Ready? Yes. Sir!

WHUP! WHUP! WHUP!

Ow! Oh for _f_u_c_k_s-!

WHUP!

WHUP!

WHUP!

It was over. My first thought was for my arse, the next for my _c_o_c_k_. I stiffened up, rubbing my trousered arse. Then he asked me

Gwon. Get em down, I want a look.

I could hear him breathing behind me. Blody hell. I unbuckled, unzipped my fly with a rasp, Slipped my tight slacks down. My _c_o_c_k_ was so blody hard it was halfway out of my Yfronts, And well whiffy and leaking a load of early spunk.

Not bad....

I gelt his breath on my neck, then a hand came round and got a good, wanky hold of my _c_o_c_k_. Another hand was busy rubbing up my welted arse. The hands moved unison, the slow firm wank ands the good hard rub. His breathing was getting hard. Then I heard him blow out, stand back and unzip. I felt a hard bulbous head , hot and horny, rub up and down across my sore arse.

He leant forward. Im gonna _f_u_c_k_ you, lad, he whispered in my ear, and his breath was hot. He leant back, and must have got a Johnny double quick out of a packet, rolled it on his big rigid tool then started wanking himself. I felt the prow of his knobhead nudge my arsehole

Oh yes!!!!

Then two slippery fingers start to work at my arselips, teasing them apart and then inserting the fat thick juicy knob between them . He pushed, an inch and then another went in, and my sphincter started to widen to take the big fat knobmeat.

Awwwwwwwwwww!

Another inch, another inch, another two.

This _c_o_c_k_ was _f_u_c_k_ing big! I –

Owww!!!!

There was a feeling of sharp pain, then my own _c_o_c_k_ lurched and jolted. He put a hand round and started to wank me in the randy rhythm of his _f_u_c_k_

Oh yeah!!

The bench started squeaking, hew was _f_u_c_k_ing me harder and harder, his fist wanking expertly on my big drooling 8 incher until.....

Oh mate.................Uhhh! Uh ! Uh

He was twitching, shhptongn off inside me., his hand was a blur and I was

Urgghhh!!!!!!! Hah! Nrgghh!!!!!!!!!!

spunking all over the bench

He relaxed against me a moment. Then started to withdraw the massive, very thick, 11 inch todger from my arse. I tried to catch my breath.

He pulled the johny off, binned it, wiped his _c_o_c_k_ on his t-shirt then stated to zip up, repackage.

Maybe, he said, we should try this again mate?!

hardhampton@hotmail. com


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