Still struggling for breath and half dazed I knew what was coming. I’d show you what it means to be caned.’ One ferocious slap after another, alternate cheeks, my pleadings to stop unheard through the gag. Gay sex I could only imagine what that felt like: my cock twitched. I could see upside-down his gorgeous tanned thighs and the hems of his little khaki shorts. My own cock and balls were bouncing in tune with the thrusting. She would set-up on the patio of the main bedroom and I would choose a spot on the other side of the house. I was mostly a bottom but could top, especially if it was a shorter guy with a great bubble butt. Being the old nylon type, not the modern lycra material, they tended to sag a bit at the front when the cord was undone. Mike always used to go and visit his daughter from his former marriage. They continued on, out of the gate. I did two more lengths, then dashed for the changing room, towelled down quickly, pulled on my t-shirt and my little cutoff denim shorts over my damp speedos, slipped on my takkies and ran for my truck.
