Sweet Little Baby Boy
|by Bad Boy Bobby|
Copyright on this story text belongs at all times to the original author only, whether stated explicitly in the text or not. The original date of posting to the MMSA was: 21 Dec 2011
Now this here little lady, she
Said to me, just
Meet me at the opera house at quarter till three
'Cause I'm ready [Da!]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm ready
I'm gonna show you how to sing the blues
She's sweet on Wagner
I think she'd die for Beethoven
She loves the way Puccini lays down the tunes
And Verde's always creeping from her room
Aaaaaaahhhhhhh, oh, oh
Are you readyyyyyyyyyyy
Then take meeeeeeeeeee
The people sing-eeeeeee
Well, we were weaving and rockin' all through the night
Yeah, we were rockin' at the opera house up until the break of light
And the orchesta was playing all Chuck Berry's greatest tunes
And the singers in the corner all get off while I'm singin' blues
And enough to make you over, everybody was as one
The people in the streets kept runnin' into each other in song
To see the opera singer singing rock & roll so beau
And there was so many but I wasn't really sure
But it's all right
["Rockaria!" by the wonderfully-fabulous Electric Light Orchestra, from the album "A New World Record"; not a hit but included on ELO's Greatest Hits; one of my all-time favorite song endings.]
Ah, another "I completely forgot about this story until after I began writing spanking stories at MMSA" story. As I wind down my CP autobiography, I am remembering more and more events that have been previously forgotten. I thought this story took place at the Club Tampa when I lived in St. Petersburg, Florida, but actually as I recently started looking through my journals I learned it took place at the Flex Atlanta, at near the same time as the backstory I recently recalled in "Jailtime! part 1". I was near 40 years old and the baby boy in question was, I would estimate, about 21, a young adult. He was a little fellow! He introduced himself as "Steve" though I would prefer "Stevie" for one such as him.
So I was visiting the wonderful-to-visit city of Atlanta, Georgia, during one of my travel trips from Knoxville, Tennessee. I stopped at Atlanta's "men's club" called Flex and got a room. Not long after I got there I noticed this short young man walking around, wearing his towel. He was very muscular and had his hair buzz-cut. He was attracted to me; I was attracted to him. After a little bit of passing by and seeing my dildo lying near my bed, he asked me, "Hey, can I come in?"
"Why, sure you can."
He came in and stood there like a little muscle god! Being rather short, he did not have to bend too far down to kiss me and we cuddled a bit as I sat and he stood. "Here, take off that towel," I told him and he obeyed. Wow, it seemed I was in charge this time! Usually, I'm the one who gets dominated, but not always. I bade him sit down in the bed, on top of me, actually. He did so and as he sat there in my lap, we kissed some more.
I bent my body and reached down and took his hardening, cut cock into my mouth. He gasped at the sensation of my velvety lips and my smooth tongue as I licked all around the delicate head and plunged it into my syrupy, moist mouth.
I decided to keep the door open and take this a step further. I pulled him to me, his knees on my thighs, and reached around and lightly fingered his hungry hole as I slurped on his pink lollipop. He moaned. I reached back and lightly slapped his hanging buttocks. He groaned some more, indicating to me what he liked.
"Here," I told him, pushing him back a little. "Lay across my lap." He stood up and then lay himself down, his head away from the open door, but he did so cock-side up. "No, over the other way."
As I grabbed hold of his torso, I helped him move around so that he was lying over my lap like a naughty little boy: his hot, white buns up in the air, facing my eager face. He was off the bed a little, his head hanging down, his bottom flying up on my lap, his feet hanging down towards the floor. As I pushed down on his upper back with my right hand, I smacked him lightly with my left. He groaned some more. I noticed this position was a little awkward, so I backed up on the bed a little. "Here, move your little body towards mine." He did so. Now he was lying flat-down.
I took advantage of his waiting buttocks and I slammed my hand into them.
He groaned in rapture. I pulled apart his little anus and I spanked him some more.
He moved to my touch. He moaned like a wounded puppy. Oh, what a sweet, little boy! Taking his just punishment from daddy!
I reached for my dildo and coated it in hot KY warming liquid. I moved it over and presented it to him, moving it along his brown little anus. He gasped at the sensation. I pushed it inside him a little. He groaned. I pushed some more. His groans were accompanied by several "Ouch"s.
"Am I hurting you?"
"I'm not quite used to this."
"That's okay. We'll take our time."
I moved my dildo back to my bed. Then I focused on his getting-pink butt. I slapped it some more.
He moved around, his body writhing with each strike. I moved him a little back off the bed, so I could reach over and take hold of his hard cock, as I so desired to.
He groaned some more and gyrated his hips up and down. I decided perhaps he'd had enough, so I slowed my pace a bit. His anal area was a bit sticky from the dildo, but it didn't matter. I smacked him slowly, moving my hand around his naughty bottom and pressing up with my fingers and exposing his hole in between spanks.
I reached my hand underneath his pelvis, which was hard to do as I had to move my hand underneath my own thigh. I pulled on his hard cock. In that position, however, it was a little too awkward. I moved my hand back over him.
"Here, lift your hips up a little."
He did so, and I reached down between my legs. I tugged on his manhood, back and forth. He was so hot, so hard, so ready to explode.
I decided to send him over the edge while holding onto his hot cock. I spanked and I spanked and I spanked while tugging.
And then he gasped. He cried out the familiar, "Oh! Oh! O-o-o-ohhhh!"
As I tugged, he exploded in a fiery shot of manjuice right onto the floor. I could feel the hot liquid falling on my feet. Just for good measure I threw in a few more smacks and he finished a mighty climax, panting and gasping with each spurt.
Then it was over. Or at least this part of it. I sat there a moment, admiring the view of his pink, fleshy bubble-butt.
I let him back up. "How you feelin', Stevie?"
"Oh, great!" he answered with a smile.
"Wow," he added. "That was great." Evidently, he was referring to the spanking. There just aren't enough spankos in the world, are there? But so many, once they've experienced it, like it, don't they? And I'd say this sweet little boy was one.
"I'm glad you liked it."
I thought he would leave now that he got his rocks off, but he didn't.
"Can I do something to you, now?"
I was pleasantly surprised.
I lay down on my back and bent my knees with my legs up. "If you want, you can use my dildo on me. I like to get fucked, but it looks like you've already exhausted yourself."
He took my dildo and grabbed the back of my legs and shot them up into the air. As I jacked on my own hard cock, he plunged the dildo in, a bit too fast at first, but I tried not to complain and groaned in pleasure.
Several guys passed by and watched here and there. I just love putting on a show and evidently Little Stevie didn't mind either. As he kept my legs up with one hand, he continued fucking me with the hard-rubber penis and in no time I shot my own large load, which erupted into the air before landing on my pelvis and stomach area.
Then he removed the dildo and set it back onto the bed. I sat up slightly. "Come here," I told him and we gave each other a big, sensual bear hug and a deep, longing kiss for the road.
"You are fantastic," I told him.
"Thank you. So are you."
He took his towel and left and I just lay there, smiling.
What a sweet little baby boy!