I'd always been embarrassed and ashamed of my body. I suppose I had an image of what a guy is supposed to look like in my head, and that isn't me at all. I had to look up at nearly everyone I'd ever known. The first time Sam picked me up in his arms he laughed and said I couldn't weigh more than a buck soaking wet! Well, that's not quite true, but it's close. My body hair is sparse at best and to top it off, my penis is quite small. But after spending so much time with Sam, hearing him tell me how cute I am, how desirable I am, and how lucky he is, I've become very comfortable with myself. So comfortable in fact that Sam says I'm becoming a tease, which gives him another reason to spank me.
It isn't hard to tell that he loves me running around naked or barely dressed. He even went so far as to buy me a few thongs, but even the extra small sizes were too big for me. The space they leave in those up-front are way too big for my penis! So, when I'm in one of those moods or Sam asks/tells me to, I'll spend my time naked, wearing only a towel or something equally revealing. Sam keeps teasing me about buying me some girl's panties and lingerie, but I haven't seen any yet!
It's funny, the more time I spent naked, the less time he did! Here I was prancing around the house in my birthday suit at any time of the day and Sam changed his clothes behind closed doors. The only time I ever saw him naked was when he made love to me. When I gave him blowjobs, he would simply open up his pants without even lowering them. The more time I spent bare naked in front of him, the more natural it began to feel.
It got the point where I dreaded to have to get dressed at all. But I did have a job and no matter how meaningless it was, Sam wanted me to keep my job at the movie theater. Sam made more than enough money to support me, and he told me someday he would, but for now he wanted me to learn what earning an honest wage was like. That, and I know he enjoyed driving me to and from work. He would get me all horny right before I had to go inside! And sometimes on the drive home, he'd have me strip naked for the late night drive. During those drives he would stick to well-lit surface streets with lots of stop lights. On occasion he would threaten to pull into a fast food drive thru, and most recently he parked in front of my mom's house and shut the engine off! He asked me if I wanted to go in and say hello! Of course I told him I didn't, but I couldn't get the idea out of my head. I'd thought about 'accidentally' exposing myself to my mother while I lived with her. But having Sam suggest it, while I was so horny made it infinitely naughtier. And that night while making deep, slow love to me in our usual face-to-face missionary position, Sam asked what was on my mind when I got quiet. After asking that same question a dozen times I finally told him.
For a long time I'd kept secrets from my mom. My homosexuality was the big one. It felt like I was lying to her each time I looked into her eyes. After coming clean about that, I wanted to tell her more of my secrets. But I suppose there are some things a mother shouldn't know about her son. But sharing the secret about my sexuality made me feel closer to her than I ever had before. And as time passed I wondered if she had any questions or wondered 'how' we made love. If I were completely honest with myself, I would like her to know those details along with every other secret and fantasy I've ever kept from her. In reality, I don't know if I would be able to tell her things like that. It was almost more than I could bear to tell her I was gay and moving in with Sam! However, having her know everything about me, keeping nothing from her, was something that made me squirm every time I thought about it. And that's squirming in a good way.
While I was trying to explain those thoughts and feelings, Sam kept making love to me. Sometimes he picked up the pace, other times he thrust into me with more force than usual, and other times he held perfectly still. I guess those were the times he was calming down so he wouldn't cum. He stopped twice to add more lube, we both like it extremely slippery. Toward the end of my confession, Sam rolled onto his back and held me on for the ride, so I wound up on top. With my hands on his chest, I slid up and down on his throbbing, swollen cock. Sam reached up, stroked my cheek with his hand and whispered, "God, I love you. You are the cutest thing. You are also very naughty." I just giggled and blushed. "Sweetie, would you like me to figure out a way to test the waters with your mom? See if I can find a way to hint about one of your deeper secrets, just to find out how she reacts. If she is interested, I'll tell her more. But if she avoids the topic, we'll know she isn't comfortable knowing any more than she already does. Does that sound like a plan?"
As I dropped onto his chest and moved to kiss him, I squeaked "Yes please." Then our lips met and I felt him thrust into me hard and deep. While our tongues danced together, my mind ran wild with the things my mom may know about me before long. Between that thought, the passionate kiss, my love for Sam and his cock buried so deeply inside me, it made my little erection throb and jump between us.
We held each other closely without speaking, the only sounds in the room were the wet, popping sounds of his well lubricated cock sliding in and out of me. When my penis began to tingle and I felt my little balls begin to rise up inside me, I knew I was getting dangerously close to squirting. I rose up off of Sam's chest stretching my arms way up above my head, my legs straddled beside his hips, his giant cock pointing straight up, buried deeply in my bottom. "I love you Sam. And I don't care what I say after I squirt tonight, if she is okay with it, I want you to tell my mom everything about me. Every naughty thing I've ever done, every fantasy I've ever had, everything okay. I don't know why, but it's like I need her to know the real me."
Sam smiled up at me warmly and whispered, "I love you too. And I promise I'll do what I can about that." He then reached up and laid his hands on my hips and began pounding in and out of me at a delirious pace. It was obvious that he was as close as I was. When I reached down to touch myself, to help it along, Sam slapped my hand and told me to leave it alone. I bit my lip, feeling like I'd done something wrong, like I'd disappointed the man I love. So I did as I was told and kept my hands well away from my poor neglected penis.
His thrusts kept up for a minute or two until I felt him swell up inside me, stretching me out even more than usual. He groaned loudly just before his hips jumped up, burying his cock so deeply inside me. The sensation of him ejaculating his love inside me sent me over the edge. My hands balled up into fists, my toes curled, my head fell back and I heard myself squeal in an unusually high pitch. As my muscles began to twitch wildly, my penis squirted out my juices in a high arch landing on Sam's stomach. That was the first time Sam made me orgasm without even touching my penis. He told me girls came like that and he thought it was really special that I did too.
Several days passed without another word of our conversation about my mother and my secrets. At times I was glad, there were some things that made me shiver just thinking about her knowing. But then at other times, when I was feeling a little more naughty, my thoughts would imagine Sam sitting down with my mother and telling her private things about me. During those times, I would imagine Sam telling her my most embarrassing secrets. And that would make me so terribly horny! It was at one of those moments when Sam happened into the room to find me fantasizing and rubbing myself.
Sam smiled wickedly while undoing his belt and pulling it off. After folding it in half, he made it crack loudly. I shivered, and couldn't utter a sound. He spoke so calmly it frightened me even more than if he had shouted, "I come home after a long day at work to find you naked and masturbating in the kitchen? What would your mother think of this? If you've ever deserved the belt, it's now. Bedroom, now." And he raised his arm and pointed the way.
I was fighting back the tears as I ran past him, down the hall and to our room. He'd never spanked me with anything more than his open palm. Sam was really strong and I knew when he hit me with that wide strap of leather belt, it was going to hurt more than anything I'd ever felt before. Sam casually walked in still holding the folded over belt in his right hand. He grabbed two pillows and placed them on the edge of the bed. "Lay over them, butt up high, I want I nice target." I scrambled to the bed, still naked, and laid across the pillows. My bottom felt more exposed than ever before. I'd never, ever felt so vulnerable.
"Ten should do it." And without wasting a moment, I heard that belt swishing thru the air. For the briefest moment, I thought of a car racing at me from behind. Then it struck me across both cheeks. I don't know if I screamed or what, but the room became really loud between the sounds I was making and the repulsive sound of that leather hitting my bare skin. That belt kept coming down with hardly any delay. After each impact, Sam would count out the number in a breathless voice. Between three and four, I reached back with both hands to protect my poor bottom. Sam scolded me and swung the belt down harder than ever, it caught the tips of my fingers on my left hand. I didn't reach back again.
The seventh blow was harder than the sixth, and the eighth harder still. The ninth blow felt like my cheeks were being split across sideways. I know I must have been screaming and crying and begging for mercy, but I can't remember for sure. Sam hesitated for several seconds, I could hear him breathing so heavily behind me. "Last one Kitten, are you ready?" I don't think I responded. But I heard the belt swishing back through the air and it hit me with so much power I nearly passed out.
