Because so many MMSA Stories readers said they liked my true story, Papa John Spanks Stroker Al, I thought it would be fun to write and post some more real life tales from my several years of hot encounters with another spank daddy, Rick. While I love composing wilder and wilder tales of hot fantasy and people seem to enjoy them, I think theres also a demand for the kinds of hot encounters that could be just a phone call away from any one of us guys if he manages to hook up with a playful, willing stud like my daddy Rick, who by the way, is an expert spanker.
Rick is a strict top, and not even really gay, but he gets off dominating other men. In addition to spanking guys asses, Rick likes to literally play doctor, meaning give guys harmless shots in the butt, do full medical exams with prostate checks and speculum. Like me, he also enjoys capturing stuff on film and video for later enjoyment. Rick has varied and flexible interests in guys, and with me, we fell into a role playing vehicle for our hot fun that consisted of pretending I was his college aged son living in a small Midwestern town a few hours away from the big city suburb he lives in. Though Im now 47 and hes in his late 50s, we pulled it off psychologically. I am very young looking and an actor, so I got into playing the bratty son. As a real dad himself with college aged kids, he easily played his part. And with his big burly barrel chest and hairy body, he seemed physically more of a dad than Id ever had in life.
I will start with the last big weekend scenes we played out together in his hotel room and at my house in summer 2002. To increase the fun, I will write the acted out scenes AS THOUGH the characters we played were real people of the appropriate age and physicality, unless and until situations arise that require me to revert to the real scene of recreational _s_e_x_ual spanking between two horny grown men. .
Drill Sergeant
Knock knock.
Rick Stroker. opened his hotel room door to find his remarkably cheerful son, Alan. "Hey, Dad! Howre ya doin? I hope youre about ready to eat, cause Im STARVING!"
Rick grinned and shook his head as he closed and locked the door behind his overly dressed up and nervously chatty son, whose wishful thinking showed he clearly hadnt changed a bit since the last time his father had to pay him a visit and intervene in his reckless life.
"Well, dinners going to have to wait, son," Rick informed Alan, placing his left hand on his sons shoulder to stop him from progressing any farther into the room.
This gesture stopped the hypertense Alan physically, but didnt stop him from scanning his Dads hotel room with his eyes to find something to fuel a distraction—any distraction—in the conversation to keep it from the inevitable topics he was dreading.
"Hey, you brought your video camera and your tripod. Does this mean I finally get to borrow it for my conceptual art class?" Alan chirped brightly, despite the wave of dread that hit him when he realized that for some reason his father had already set the video camera running and that he could see his own fake smile flashing back at him from the rooms television, which for the moment was serving as a monitor.
"Im afraid not, son," replied Rick as he casually began to undo Alans belt buckle with his free hand. "You know very well that we have some more important lessons than those in your art courses to go over together tonight, and I think putting them on video tape for you to review later will drive the point of these lessons home."
Alans smile cracked as he tried to prevent his fathers big, dexterous fingers from unbuckling the supple black leather belt that had cost his father $100 on the same credit card statement, but his efforts, as usual when it came to his dad, proved futile. Rick was always a step ahead in the perverse choreographed dance of resistance and counter-resistance that he and his son always ended up performing together during these visits. The second Alan was anchored in place by the belt struggle, Ricks left hand swiftly unzipped the young mans jeans fly.
"Hey!"
Alans sudden responsive lunge away from his dad was arrested when Ricks quick hands grabbed his expensive neck tie and the belt buckle again. But while his Dads pull on the necktie immediately relaxed to keep him from choking, Alan felt his belt get yanked out through his beltloops with friction enough to generate heat.
"Ouch!"
The force of the belt being pulled spun Alan halfway around like a top, which gave Rick access to both of his sons open jacket lapels, which he quickly pulled back and over the disoriented youths shoulders, partially trapping his arms.
"Dad, please, what are you doing?" Alan wailed.
His sons slight immobilization allowed Rick to unbutton the youths already unzipped jeans, but Alans immediate reaction was to grab the waist of his own pants to prevent them from being pulled down.
"Cant we discuss this?....." Alan begged, only to be rewarded with a surprise boot in the rear, which sent him tumbling forward face down onto the spread of his Dads hotel bed.
As soon as Rick saw Alan using both arms to attempt to raise his torso, he grabbed the unguarded waistband of the jeans from under his sons coattails and yanked them all the way down the startled brats legs to his ankles.
"My pants! No, Dad, you cant be meaning to....." Alan protested, scrambling to his hands and knees to try to escape his Dads humiliating reach, but only succeeding in presenting his white cotton-clad ass to his father at just the right height to allow him to easily skin down the underpants to his bent knees.
"These Jockeys look familiar!" laughed Rick as he bared the boys ass.
Red-faced Alan could only manage to sputter, because it embarrassed him to be caught wearing underpants that matched his dads (but not enough to stop wearing them!). Both men just called them Jockeys, but they were actually JC Pennys basic brand of white briefs, which said Stafford on the label and were characterized by a black and a gold stripe around the elastic waist band.
"Hold still now, Alan," Rick ordered, as he stood aside and let the view of the video camera encompass the scene of the suitcoat and tie-clad brat with his ass bared. He zoomed the video camera lense inward with the remote that lay on the bed until the boys round white ass filled the TV screen.
"This is my son Alans unpunished ass—the smooth, hairless clean slate on which we will compose the days lessons," Rick addressed the camera. "Here we will review and probe the depths of my sons disobedience and deceptions," he added, introducing his big index finger into the rumpy composition of the video frame and tracing the tip downward along his moaning sons ass crack to linger and tickle around the tight pucker.
"Dad, please, Im sorry! Ive changed! We dont NEED to do this!" pleaded Alan futilely
"Self-deception is just as bad as deceiving your father," Rick countered, "and you persist in both. And regarding obedience....for every minor concession—like shaving your little ass pussy like I ordered you to-- you balance it with 20 instances of opposition!" he growled, reaching under his sons belly to hook his fingers through the thick tufts of strictly verboten bush hair, which grew intact around the base of Alans stiffening penis. Alan knew _d_a_m_n_ed well that he was supposed to pussify himself in preparation for punishment visits with a completely hairless crotch and ass, but Rick never expected more than half compliance on any given occasion.
To finish the video introduction, Rick held his sons rump in place by the small of his back with one hand, and raised the other high in the air, flat palmed with fingers splayed and forcefull brought it down with a mighty bare skin-smacking crack across his brats pristeen butt cheeks.
SMMMMMAAAAAAAACCKKKKKK!!! "Yeowch!"
Rick waited for his signature red hand print to gradually appear in the video camera image of Alans ass before he stopped the filming of the intro, and prepared to go on with phase 2 of his sons punishment.
"Take off that jacket, your pants, jockeys and shoes and then GET INTO THAT BATHROOM NOW!" Rick commanded as he picked up the tripod and camera and followed his protesting, awkwardly stumbling son as he tripped towards the bathroom while stepping out of his shoes and pulled down jeans.
Rick made a mental note to bawl his son out later for leaving the scattered items in a trail on the hotel room floor, but for now he wanted the brat to concentrate on his immediate fate.
"Ulp!" gulped Alan when he entered the bathroom. In the front of the room, along side the counter with the pair of sinks and the huge mirror stood a familiar piece of furniture brought from the family home in the suburbs. The bright red folding kitchen stool stepladders presence in this unfamiliar environment gave the son a very clear message. It was time for an old fashioned home haircut—courtesy of his Dad!
"But Dad, this is totally unnecessary! I just got a great professional cut on Monday!" Alan protested, turning around so Rick, who had just finished repositioning the video camera, could examine the cutting edge style job.
"I know all about your _d_a_m_n_ed waste of money haircut from my visa bill—70 bucks!—your first lesson tonight is on saving money for haircuts. From now on until the day you graduate, Dads gonna do ALL your haircutting—FOR FREE!"
As he let the full implications of the situation sink in for Alan, Rick stepped behind the stool and while holding the old white tea cloth he was going to tie around his sons neck to catch the clumps of hair, raised it up by two of the corners, indicating that it was time for Alan to come sit on the stool.
"You mean like you used to cut my hair as a LITTLE BOY?" Alan cried. "With CLIPPERS and _s_h_i_t_? No way, dad, youll embarrass me with all my friends!"
"Get over here this instant and SIT DOWN!" roared Rick, and like lightning his trembling offspring leaped onto the stool in terror. Just before Rick wrapped the cloth around his shoulders, Alan looked at his own image in the mirror and slumped over a little from the ridiculousness of his image—a grown man in longsleeve shirt, loosened tie and black socks, but otherwise butt naked, perched on a kiddie stool for his daddy to give him a buzz hair cut. The tied teacloth reached just to the tops of his lightly hairy thighs and thus seemed it would mercifully cover his nakedness on the video tape. But the second Rick turned the electric clippers on and he heard the unforgettable aural theme of that most archetypal father son ritual of public humiliation from his childhood, Alan felt himself getting a hard on and gulped with embarrassment.
The only thing more embarrassing than watching the mirror image of his Dad gleefully mowing huge tufts of Alans $70 hair style off of his head with the whining clippers was when he was forced to watch it all later on the video tape.
"No, Dad, this is terrible! Please stop! I can still save it if you stop now...." he pleaded, right up till the moment his dads clippers mowed a huge patch of hair forward towards his eyebrows and the whole thing flopped down to catch on the cloth and left a two inch wide swath of buzzcut across the top of his head so short that the skin was practically bald!
"Oh my _f_u_c_k_in HAIRCUT!" Alan moaned.
Cruelly, Rick hadnt even used the shortest length attachment of the clippers, but went instead with the bare metal edge. Perversely, as the beginnings of tears welled in his eyes from the humiliation, Alan got pleasure out of the warm, smooth feel of the polished, electrified metal of the clippers passing over his head. Before he knew it, his best little buddy had popped up from under the tea cloth to betray Alans secret pleasure from getting his head shaved by his Dad.
"Well, well, what have we here?" Rick chortled as he paused buzzcutting to operate the video zoom from the remote to get a better view of the little visitor that had sprung up by surprise from his mortified sons crotch.
"Did your little _c_o_c_k_ get THAT hard when "Ricci" or whoever , gave you that trendy style job at the salon?" Rick laughed.
"No!" Alan cried, trying unsuccessfully to keep the tea cloth down over his throbbing rod and out of the range of the camera. "Dad, PLEASE dont embarrass me this way!"
Rick laughed again, but good naturedly. Both men knew that Alan was really just embarrassing himself, even though Rick could hardly guess at the specifics of what went on in his sons dirty mind. Alan would have rather died than admit that watching himself get shorn hairless like a frightened draftee getting ready for bootcamp was _f_u_c_k_ing turning him on like he never expected it could. If his fate was to be butched like this every couple months til the end of his college career, he hoped he could find a way to hint around for his father to let him sit for the rest of the cuts in just his white jockeys, so he could pretend he was Colin Farrell in Tigerland or something.
When the virtual head balding was over and Alan had finished enduring the embarrassing turn and show and brushing off of excess hair (which his father later made him clean up from the floor with a tiny wisk broom), Rick repositioned the video tripod in the opposite corner and aimed it at the bathtub shower.
Oh _f_u_c_k_, thought Alan. I know whats next. And sure enough, there ensued a brief struggle with Rick in which the youth lost his shirt, tie and socks. "Thought you were a big man wearing this necktie, eh?" Rick teased as he waved the expensive tie, still looped like a noose, in his sons embarrassed face . "You know _d_a_m_n_ed well that ties are phallic symbols of dominance in the business world, and that YOU havent earned the right to wear it—at least not around your neck!" Rick chuckled ominously. He then draped the tie over a towel rack, next to what Alan was horrified to notice were a pair of his ex-girlfriends lacy lavender panties. How his dad had gotten ahold of THEM he had no idea, but they were clearly intended for later use, he realized with a shudder. Rick then proceeded to force Alan along into the shower tub stall for the next phase of his humiliation.
The big brat was persuaded to perform a spider squat , which raised his chest and abdomen up and helf them parallel to the bathtub floor, so his father could easily mow off his bush, belly, and chest hair. The most mortifying moment of this for Alan was losing his thick brown bush from the clippers while his dad held lifted his still erect penis with the other hand to keep it out of the way.
"Now hose yourself down good with hot water and lather up!" Rick commanded. "You make sure you shave off ALL the rest of the stubble with these disposable razors until you are smooth as a seventh grader. Im going to go get the punishment area ready." Rick then left the room, taking the tie and panties with him.
As humiliating as it was to have to pussify himself this way and turn himself in to a phoney prepubescent, Alan started getting into posing for the video camera as he carefully shaved each targeted portion of his hot, wet lathered skin. Without the TV as a monitor, he had to guess how he would appear, and as a result, began to sleaze and ham it up as he worked to make himself hairless.
He was just finishing up toweling himself down when Rick came back into the bathroom with impatience. "Whats taking you so long, you little brat? Were you jacking off your little hard _c_o_c_k_?"
Alan swore he was not, but nevertheless got hand spanked by his dad out of the bathroom and into the main suite. Finally, in his shaved nakedness, he was steered to sprawl belly down across the aptly named love seat that his Dad had chosen for the site of his spanking. He languished there in the comfortable air of the hotel room, his clean, freshly shaved and cologned skin glowing and invigorated, while Rick set up the video camera for the main event—Alans bare assed spanking over Ricks knees. Alan began to feel very sensual and eager for skin to skin contact of any kind, and he noticed with secret pleasure that his dad had taken off his polo shirt and had just a thin white t shirt on now along with his black jeans, belt, shoes and socks. Alan hoped his Dad didnt realize that this meant that while he struggled and fought against the spanking that he would get to sneak in a lot of chances to feel Ricks big chest and belly.
Finally Rick ordered Al up on his feet so he could sit down, fully clothed, in the middle of the loveseat. The embarrassed Alan had to look away from his dad red-faced as he stood there, because he now had a complete erection. A second later he was forced to look because Rick had grabbed his son by the penis and balls and was slipping the loop of the boys infamous necktie around them and tightening it to serve as a kind of fancy expensive _c_o_c_k_ring with a leash. Then he forced Alan to sprawl across his lap, his feet hanging over one end of the the loveseat, his head and hands over the other. Alans hard _c_o_c_k_ rubbed against his Dads rough denim-covered thighs as Rick pulled the long end of the tie up between Alans thighs so he had complete control of the boys nuts and dick. Alan gasped as Rick pulled the tie so it created friction upward along the hairless crack of his bratty ass and roughly tickled the pucker of his boypussy.
.. Then the spanking commenced.
SMMMMMAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKKKK!!
"Owww!!!!"
SMMMMMAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKKKK!!
"No, Dad!"
SMMMMMAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKKKK!!
"AAAHHHH!!!"
SMMMMMAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKKKK!!
"You love it, son."
"No!"
SMMMMMAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKKKK!!
"Admit it. You love getting a bare assed spanking from your dad."
SMMMMMAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKKKK!!
"No, it hurts! Its awful! Stop!!!"
Alan squirmed and thrashed and fought Rick as he spanked him, and Rick had to frequently drag the boys ass back in place to receive the next hard spank, but it was unclear if this was because he really wanted to get away or because he loved being manhandled. Rick was convinced of the latter
. The tableaux recording on the video camera of the fully clothed daddy bear spanking his wimpering, hairless cub over his knees would be a classic in the amateur video ciruit. Later when he would be forced to watch this on video tape, he was amazed at how young and smooth and helpless and ecstatic he looked sprawling and struggling across his Dads lap. Rick continued to spank the brat until he heard a hint of blubbering in the young mans voice. At this, Rick rubbed Alans sore ass cheeks to provide him momentary relief in between the hard parts of the lesson, but also because it felt good and he was proud of his sons tight and shapely ass. Alan in his turn was extremely grateful for the relief from his butt blistering and he moaned with delight at the big bear of a mans touch on his rump.
"Yes, thats it. Admit it you love getting spanked," teased his dad.
"No, Dad, No, Oh yessssss. MMMMMmmmm." Alan couldnt help himself veering from protest to purrings of pleasure as his dad rubbed his smarting ass and tickled his hairless boytwat.
Okay readers, so far so good. At this point, though, Stroker Al must admit to you that at this point playing the son and getting a spanking and asshole tickling werent quite enough, and he was moved to climb up and face Rick and burrown his face in his neck as he felt up the big bear of mans chest and rubbed his naked body against the big mans clothed one. He so wanted to kiss Rick, but he knew Rick wouldnt go for that so he settled for tongueing his ears and nuzzling his neck and reaching down the neck of Ricks t-shirst to grab fistfuls of warm brown chesthair and fondle those big man tits of his. The video camera captured a few rounds of this activity interspersed with additional rounds of sprawling struggling spanking and whining.
Finally, Rick decided Al had had enough. He ordered him to go lay on the bed, as he took his white t shirt off and bared his big, furry barrel chest. As Alan lay exhausted across the bed, Rick shut off the video camera for the next event. As a straight man, MY spankin Daddy felt certain activites between us should remain undocumented and private. This particular activity began with Rick standing alongside the bed near my heavily breathing face. When I opened my eyes and saw Ricks big bulging crotch in front of my face, I hungrily began to unbuckle his belt and unsnap and unzip the jeans. When Ricks belted pants slumped noisily to the carpet down his thick, sturdy legs, I got my favorite view of my Dad in his familiar jockeys with the shape of a big fat rod showing through
"Like father like son," I grinned playing Alan again, as I reached my fingers down into the hairy space between the Stafford briefs waste band and Ricks belly and grabbed the big mans warm, hard _c_o_c_k_.. Then "Alan" lifted his head, peeled away the jockeys and popped the big spongey and warm head of Ricks dick into his mouth. In seconds, he drew the whole fat length of the big schlong into his mouth and throat and started sucking with pleasure.
So theres little point from here on to maintain the fantasy, dear Readers. Yours truly Stroker Al, the 47 year old porn writer and spank whore was indulging in one of his favorite activities: _c_o_c_k_sucking. And the _c_o_c_k_ belonged to a Married "straight" Actuall father of college aged kids, as a matter of fact.
Ricks _c_o_c_k_, once fished out of his jockeys and into my mouth, always tasted like cooked pasta. Of course, it was the SIZE of a manicotti, and not hollow by any means. Very solid, very thick, nice and mushroomy. Rick always let me grab his ass while I sucked him and let me fondle his man tits, nestled in their mat of chest fur. Of course he felt the same sensations as any man would, gay or straight, but he wasnt about to writhe and revel in them the way a hot-slitted slut like me does. Still, a gradual evolution did occur over our years of hot playacting and this time it was Rick who came to ME offering his fat _c_o_c_k_ to suck. That is a big change from the early days of me on my knees begging for a taste of daddy dick.
The biggest change in this straight mans routine, however, had to do with his big bear ass. Under the influence of my deft tongue, my spank daddy Rick became very fond of rim jobs. I know he liked the idea of another man, and a handsome, somewhat younger one at that, making himself subservient enough to eat out his hairy ass pucker. And of course all of you men whove gotten rimmed by Stroker cant help but come back for more of those amazing sensations.
But what intrigued me over time as I worked the big bear stud with my tongue was the ambiguity of submission and domination that a good rim job entails, so to speak. In every other way, I was Ricks butt boy and _c_o_c_k_sucker, hairless wuss half the time, too. But by the end of our long spanking association, I had that barrel chested man on his hands and knees in the middle of his hotel bed wriggling his big hairy ass and moaning as I tongue _f_u_c_k_ed him. He _f_u_c_k_ing LOVED it. He even spread his own asshole with his fingers to allow me deeper access. Thats right, I penetrated his tight straight manhole again and again with my muscular, probing tongue. He even complained later that the beard stubble on my burrowing chin was too rough on his tender ass crack. My poor daddy!
Of course this didnt stop him from letting me penetrate the very same itching manhole with my index finger as I sucked him. He lay on his back on the bed, still moaning, with his knees drawn up and his thighs apart so I could lay between them and give him urgent head as I digitally _f_u_c_k_ed him. He came in my mouth, as he always did at some point in his visits, but this was the first time he ever came with my finger up his manhole. I swallowed my copious spermy reward with the usual triumphant eagerness and thoroughness. God, I loved doing that!
This is not some sort of critique of Ricks attitude or orientation. As always, it is the pleasure I get from EXPRESSING these dynamics that is important to me. I could be utterly deluded in my view of the real Rick, for all I know. But I generally find my own take to be the most erotically satisfying. If I do a disservice to other couples, I apologize. I wouldnt like to think that reading one of my stories might scare off a topman whose bottomboy had nearly coaxed him into allowing some _s_e_x_ual ambiguity. But you know, some of these topmen are like the military who are more scared of being looked at in the shower than bombing a village of innocent civilians.
So to whover Ricks latest lucky butt boy is, and whoever get sto watch my humiliation on video tape, I consider you to be a lucky guy. I miss you, Rick. My ass will always be yours.
Stroker Al.