[m55uk4younger]

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Peter rose slowly and placed the palms of his hands on his bottom, gently at
first tenderly exploring the bruising I had given the never so gently he began to rub.
I moved my hand to add its caressing soothing touch to the wounded area. As my palms rested on Peter he removed his own hands and let out a soft sigh of pleasure. I knelt down so my face was level with Peter's bottom then gently pecked a kiss on each cheek. I repeated the kissing a few times before Peter turned to face me, his rock solid cock directly in front of my face. During the slippering my own erection had lost some of its level of strength but now returned with a terrifying velocity.

Peter placed a hand on his cock and made it point directly to my mouth.
I salivated in anticipation before pecking a kiss on his head. I felt Peter gently pushing me towards him, pushing with his hand on the top of my head and pushing with his inner will.

My lips kissed the top of his cock again then parted ever so slightly to let
the head into the front of my mouth. Peter was wet with precum which
mingled with my saliva into an new and wonderful oral juice. My tongue
wrapped it round his head. It was out of this world. I was out of the world
of the spanking and transported to something quite new. Slowly I took more
of my friend's manhood inside my mouth, more and more. With each portion I sucked deeper.

With each portion of cock in my mouth I became more aroused.

My friend was already aroused, more aroused then he could contain. With a
lurch of his body first of all backwards then then pressing against my face
he came into my mouth. Looking back now I am amazed that I did not gag, my mouth was full of throbbing cock which fired hot plasma into my throat.
There was an instinctive reaction as my lips tightened to form a vacuum
then with a single motion I swallowed it all with vigor.
What a taste, warm salty and devine.
There we were naked, the warm midnight air playing on our bodies.
Far below the Atlantic Ocean crashed against the rocks.

Eventually I released Peter's cock from my mouth. I needed him to suck me
and relieve the latent forces coiled within me. But Peter had other ideas.
He turned his back to me, his spanked bottom to me, again bending forward
to present it once more but this time it was not for slippering. The tips of
my fingers caressed the cheeks where just a short while before I had brought the pain of the slipper to rest. Gently they stroked the peach-like bruised surface before moving to the delineating line bisecting their shape and gently feeling a way inside. My index finger found what it was looking for, gently making its way inside.
Peter responded with a warm sigh which deepened as a second finger made its way inside. But this was only the overture. Withdrawing I changed stance to position myself ready for the climax of our nighttime adventure. A hand on the side of each hip steadied
us both as my cock began to probe its way to the ultimate destiny. I did not
need to touch it, I did not need to guide it, nature took over and very soon.
I was deep inside my friend.
Deeper I penetrated, deeper until finally my groin came to rest against Peter.
The contours of our bodies met in a harmony.

I left the position as it was for a time then gently withdrew before
thrusting back in with a single driving force. This was a slow but
determined action which I repeated a number of times before increasing the
momentum until I was pounding in an out like a piston. My groin slapped
against his bottom hitting almost as hard as the slipper had done earlier.
peter was crying out in delight, crying loudly in sheer lustfull delight
but I could not have cared who heard us.
I had been sexually high for several hours so it was not long before I came.
I came with a energy and strength the like of which I had not before,
been aware my body could contain. I thought I was going to explode.

Finally it was all over, the slippering, the sucking, the fucking. We began
to pick up out clothing and dress. the night air now felt cool even slightly
cold. The moon was still bright enough for us to see one another and the
expressions on our faces.

Peter looked at me and smiled.

"So that was the slipper. Tomorrow you can tell me about the cane."

"I thought you were not interested in the cane."

"I am now !"


To be continued, maybe!