Delivering pizza wasn't much of a job, but it helped
keep me in school, and it did give me the opportunity to meet
some very interesting people. Such was the case with Lance
Gilbert.

Mr. Gilbert was one of my most frequent, and better
tipping customers. Judging by the way he eyed me up and down
when I made his deliveries, I was almost certain he had a
crush on me, which I found flattering as hell given the fact
that he was such a great looking guy.

Gilbert looked to be in his mid to late forties. His
eyes were a steely, blue-gray, set off by his graying hair.
He was an exceptionally attractive man with a sexy smile and
what appeared to be a firm, lean body. He was also the
fatherly type, which really turned me on.

Late one evening, as my shift was ending, I made a
delivery to Mr. Gilbert. As luck would have it, his was my
last stop, so when he invited me in to chat, I was able to
accept his hospitality.

"Tell me, young man," Gilbert asked, "do you go to the
university?"

I nodded. "My first year."

I noticed his eyes widen as they fell wantonly upon the
bulge that had begun to fill the basket of my jeans. I was
so attracted to the man I couldn't help becoming aroused. I
sensed that the lust was mutual, no one had ever looked at me
with such yearning before.

"If you attend the university, you must be older than
you look," said Gilbert. He visibly beamed with excitement
when I told him I was only eighteen.

"It must be very lonely being away from home for the
first time. With school and work you probably haven't had
much of an opportunity to meet new friends?"

"You're right about that," I said. "I'm afraid my
hectic schedule doesn't allow much time for socializing."

Over a bottle of wine, Mr. Gilbert and I spent the next
two hours talking. Time had gotten away from me, before I
knew it, it was two A.M.

"Why don't you spend the night," Gilbert suggested. "I
have a perfectly wonderful guest room. You're welcome to it
if you like."

"I appreciate your generous offer, but I wouldn't want
to inconvenience you." I shivered from head to toe when he
reached out and gently place a hand on my knee.

"Don't be silly. I feel as though we're old friends. I
would love to have you as my guest."

My cock twitched restlessly in my pants. I gave him a
school boy grin and reached out and patted his hand. I knew
I should go back to the dorm, but I heard myself accepting
his offer. He was elated, his stare becoming so tense I
could almost feel his eyes caressing me. He was all but
panting by the time he got around to showing me the guest
room.

"It's a bit warm in here don't you think?" said
Gilbert. "Why don't you take off your shirt? Or better yet,
why don't you let me take it off for you?"

I stood as if I'd been encased in ice as Gilbert came
toward me, his hands reaching out to unfasten the row of
buttons that ran down the face of my shirt.

"I'll bet a hot, young stud like you jacks off a lot."
His hands were now pressed firmly against my bare chest,
sliding up over my shoulders, causing my shirt to fall down
over my arms. "You ever get caught playing with cock?"

"Only once," I confessed. "By my dad."

"What happened?" Asked Gilbert.

"Nothing happened!"

Sighing, shaking his head, Gilbert said. "I would have
given you a good spanking." I shivered as he ran his hands
down my smooth torso.

I snickered coyly. "My dad's a pretty understanding
guy, and besides, I was sixteen, a little old to be spanked."

"Nonsense," Gilbert rebutted, unfastening the front of
my pants, stripping me down to my boxer shorts. "You're
never too old to be spanked. My cock was stabbing out against
the front of my underwear like a tent pole.

"Tell me," said Gilbert. "Exactly how long has it been
since you were last spanked?"

I couldn't remember exactly. I shrugged. "I was a kid;
ten or so, I suppose."

Gilbert took my hand and rubbed it over the enormous
bulge straining against the crotch of his pants. "Then
you're long over due," he said, gasping as I squeezed his
hard cock.

He took my hand and forced it between my own legs. "If
I was your dad, I would spank you for touching yourself like
that."

"Don't you think that would be a little excessive?"

Gilbert smiled. "Sometimes a little discipline is just
what the doctor ordered."

I wasn't so sure I agreed with his philosophy, but I was
intrigued enough to be horny as hell.

"Be honest," said Gilbert. "Right this minute, if you
were alone, you'd be stretched out naked on the bed, stroking
that big, persistent hardon that's been nagging you since
you arrived. Am I right?"

I wasn't accustom to such candid talk. He was making me
blush, but I was willing to play along. "Okay, let's assume
you're right, and you were to come along and catch me beating
my meat. What would you do?"

"Oh, that's easy," said Gilbert, reaching into my
underwear to feel me up. "I'd have to put you across my knee
and give you a spanking you'd never forget."

Oddly enough, the thought of feeling his hand stinging
my buttocks turned me on even more. It didn't take a genius
to see that Gilbert was bursting at the seams to play Daddy
Dearest.

"I'm not sure I fully understand this discipline theory
of yours," I said, shrugging naively. "I guess you're going
to have to show me."

Gilbert was so overwhelmed with the prospect of spanking
my bare ass, he was on the brink of hyperventilation. This
was a whole new scene for me. I hoped I wasn't making a
mistake. <%PART%> Gilbert went across the hall to the bathroom while I
stretched out on the bed and began rubbing my cock. After
several minutes, I heard the bathroom door ease open. I knew
he was watching, but I pretended not to notice. If I
understood my role correctly, for all practical purposes, I
was alone, or at least was expected to pretend to be alone.

Slowly I pulled down the front of my boxer's and ran my
fingers lightly over the sparse hair that covered my tingling
nuts. The purplish tip of my dickhead had burst through its
snug foreskin sheath and glistened wet with pre-cum. The
internal reservoir of semen behind my swollen balls ached in
its attempt to contain my ever growing lust. A tense
passionate sweat matted the hair in my armpits, it dotted my
upper lip, and streamed down the crack of my ass.

The instant I locked my fingers around the shaft of my
steely eight-inch cock, Gilbert stepped out into the room.
He had stripped down to his underwear. His huge cock looked
like it was about to rip through the strained fabric. The
salt and pepper hew of his coarse, dense body hair beamed
with the unmistakable sheen of authority.

"What the hell are you doing," he growled in an almost
frantic voice. He was so good at this game it was difficult
to know whether he was being serious, or just role playing.

I let the front of my shorts spring back up to cover my
tumult manhood. "I didn't here you come in," I gasped.

Gilbert charged up to the side of the bed, his eyes
focusing on the huge wet spot my weeping pisshole had made on
the front of my boxer's. "What were you doing?" He shouted
angrily.

"Nothing. Just taking a nap's all."

"Then what the hell is this?" He yelled, pointing to
the circle of cock slime staining my underwear. "Don't lie
to me. I know exactly what you were doing. What have I told
you about playing with yourself?"

"That I shouldn't," I answered sheepishly.

"And what did I say was going to happen the next time I
caught you?"

"Please. You don't understand. I try to resist playing
with my cock, but sometimes I get so horny I just can't help
myself."

Gilbert grabbed me by the arm, yanked me from the bed
and shook me like a rag doll. His strength was nothing
short of phenomenal as he ripped off my underwear and stared
wantonly at my stiff, waging cock.

Looking into his stern eyes made me feel weak and
vulnerable. He had succeeded in making me feel like a
helpless adolescent; a frightened boy at the mercy of a
brutally strict father.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled me down
across his knees, pinning my hard cock between his strong,
muscular thigh. I had not realized how large his hands were
until one of them came down across my naked buttocks. The
sting was so keen it nearly took my breath away.

I felt the cheeks of my ass being spread apart. My
punishment was momentarily suspended while he gazed into my
fur lined crack to marvel at the splendid sight of my crimson
pucker. Again his hand came down across my tender ass, and
again I winced with pain. Tears were actually welling up in
my eyes.

The fire burning in my ass penetrated the surface of my
flesh, descending to engulf my pent up semen, my unreleased
jism immediately went from a slow simmer to a raging boil. I
pushed my cock into the meat of his rock hard thigh. The
graininess of his wiry hair felt abrasive against the
sensitive underbelly of my elongated cock. I found myself
humping, eagerly looking forward to the next strike of his
hand.

I whimpered softly when I felt a single finger invade
the steamy depths of my rectum. While banging my tight
hole with one hand he again cracked against my reddened
buttocks with the other. This time I cried out, not
only because of the pain, but because of the pleasure as
well.

Gilbert's thigh grew tense as he raised his hand to swat
me again. The enormous wad of cum that had been welling up
in the base of my twitching cock was now on the verge of
erupting. I thrust my groin against his thighs as his hand
stung my ass one last time. It was more than I could stand.
I trembled with manly ecstasy as the ultimate point of no
return consumed me.

Gilbert hoisted me out of his lap and made me face
him, standing between his gaping knees. My legs were like
rubber as I reached for my spurting cock, but he slapped it
away, leaving my veiny fuck muscle to flop and flex like an
out of control fire hose. My body jerked spastically as
whipping ribbons of thick, creamy cock juice splattered
across Gilbert's hairy chest.

The last of my wad was still oozing from my pisshole
when he pulled me back down on the bed. "You're not getting
off that easy," Gilbert sneered. "I'm not finished with you
yet." I shuddered to think what he had in store for me next.

Forcing my knees up into my chest, and pulling my now
semi-flexible cock back between my gaping thighs, Gilbert
filled the crack of my ass with my slimy cylinder. I held
tightly to the backs of my knees as he manipulated the
spongy apex of my organ into my juicy anal pucker. The
blend of pain and pleasure was so intense it quickly had my
swollen pods on the brink of popping a second time.

"I'm gonna cum!" I hissed. "My fucking nuts feel like
they're going to explode."

Gilbert released my flexing cock, allowing it to pop out
of my ass and recoil like a triggered catapult against my
belly. Wiggling and squirming, frantic to touch myself, but
lot allowed to, my manhood launched the contents of it hot,
frothy burden across my heaving chest.

Gilbert reached down and scooped up the creamy strands
of spent cum. "Eat it!" he demanded, cramming his tangy
fingers into my mouth. "Eat every fucking drop."

I had not yet caught my breath when he pushed me
off the bed and forced me to sit on the floor between his
gaping knees. Pulling down the front of his shorts he set
loose his agonizing organ. Suddenly, nine inches of
throbbing dick was staring me in the face.

His huge, hairy nuts were already drawn up tight against
his body as he started stroking his rigid slab of meat.
"Suck it," he shouted, grabbing a fist full of my hair,
forcing my face into his steamy crotch. "Suck my big, juicy
cock."

As he continued to masturbate, I hesitantly took the
bloated knob of his spicy organ into my mouth and savored the
taste of male flesh.

"That's it, you pretty little cocksucker" Gilbert
panted. "Eat my big, fuck rod."

The arousing, musky scent of Gilbert's manhood seemed to
surrounded me. Pre-cum and spit slithered down his pulsating
shaft, saturating his stroking fist, causing it to make a
sticky, sloshing sound as he steadily worked his meat toward
an orgasm. He was almost there, Teetering on the brink of
ecstasy, I could see the passion mounting in his handsome
face. I spit out the head of his dick and shook with
anticipation.

Swollen tight with the lust surging though his veins,
the mushroom shaped crest of his magnificent cock heaved,
squirting a devastating volley of gooey jism across my face.
Cum ran down my cheeks and dripped from my chin. It oozed
across the bridge of my nose, and stung the corners of my
eyes. My God, it was absolutely wonderful! Hot, sticky and
wonderful.

I soon realized that my relationship with Mr. Gilbert
was something special. I had obviously been lacking
discipline, and I now had a mentor to guide me down the
straight and narrow. I now know how really important it is
for a young man to have a strong authority figure in his
life. He needs someone whom he can rely on for guidance and
understanding. I couldn't ask for a better role model than
Mr. Gilbert. He's truly my kind of man.