Part 1
I’ve always had a thing for butts. Yes, it’s quite a common fetish, but it all started when I was very young, and I think a lot of fetishes form when you’re a young kid, forming your perspective on the world.
The first ever memory I have is when I was around five or six years old. My cousin had come over, a grin on his face, telling me he wanted to go to his friend’s house, which was right next door to him, but we would have to pick up a cousin on the way there. I picked up my half eaten chocolate bar, and we were on our way. It didn’t take long for Sarah to come out. I assumed she had already asked permission, since she had come out so readily, and of course I was too young to think otherwise. When she did, the three of us started walking down the side of the gravel road from my uncle’s farm to the neighbor’s house. It was a close distance, and my parents were pretty relaxed about us going out and having fun as kids.
We didn’t get very far, though, as my uncle began yelling at us, and I distinctly remember him running between the house and the garage towards us. I turned to face him, completely confused. For me, it didn’t feel like I was doing anything wrong.
“Stop right there, all three of you!” He cried out. We didn’t move a single inch, staring at him from the road. That was precisely where it went wrong. He wasn’t okay with us crossing the street alone, especially since there had been lots of speeders in the area recently, and was pissed off Sarah hadn’t bothered asking for permission before she left the house, either. “Come inside of the house at once,” he said, and the three of us moped as we filed inside, realizing we were in big trouble.
He took his belt off as soon as he went inside, and we stood there completely mortified as one after another, he forced us to take off our pants, and he gave us a few whacks on our butt each.
I was terrified when it was my turn (I was last, which made the apprehension even worse), and when he pulled my pants down, revealing my ass, I couldn’t help but brace myself, so utterly scared of the pain. No matter how hard I braced, I wasn’t ready enough for the first hit, and I yelped when it happened, tears forming in my eyes at once. What I hadn’t anticipated was my small penis growing firm. I had no idea what it meant at the time, only that it felt tingly, very different from urinating. He hit me again, and with the second yelp, my erection grew even more. It felt good for some reason, the pain mixing with pleasure, and I wanted him to keep going and stop at the same time.
Thankfully, no one noticed my erection, though only my uncle would’ve known what it was. After a third whip of the belt, he was done, and let me go back on my feet. I didn’t try to hide it, as I didn’t know it was something I was supposed to hide, but the jean overalls I was wearing hid it pretty well on its own.
“I’m sure the three of you have learnt your lesson,” he grumbled, still looking pissed at us. “Now shoo, go off and play now.” We didn’t need to be told a second time. We ran out the house, all of us with sore bottoms, red with marks from the belt, with Sarah chasing after us down the street.
I thought about it many times from that day, though it took me a while to piece it all together.
Part 2
I was around the same age when it happened again. My mom’s sister Betty, a kind woman who’d come over frequently to see me, was a nurse practitioner. I was in my room, playing with my mountain of toys, when Betty and my mom came into my room and shut the door. I was immediately worried. Had I done something wrong again? I tried to be a good boy, but it was hard sometimes, with how much energy I had as a young boy. I had a snotty nose and a fever the night before, probably getting a cold from one of my cousins, and they asked me to go on the bed so auntie Betty could check me out properly.
She took my temperature, putting it under my tongue, and continued to talk to my mom, like I wasn’t in the room. She took out a flashlight, and shined it in my eyes, then down my throat. I was utterly confused, but I didn’t want to interrupt their conversation. Besides, I just wanted to go back and play with my toys.
The next thing I knew, my mom pulled me off the bed, turned me around so I was facing the dresser, and pulled my pants down, so my butt was exposed to the cold bedroom air. I had absolutely no idea what was happening, but my body reacted just as it did with my uncle. My small unmatured penis began to harden, though neither could see with the position I was standing in. I turned to the left, looking at their reflection in the mirror as she pulled out two syringes.
“And she’s really the best nail technician around?” My mother was saying, watching my aunt as she flicked the syringe a few times.
“I mean, just look at the quality of this mani,” my aunt replied, showing off her fingers as she did. She put an alcohol wipe across the spot on my butt she was going to inject, making me jolt from the coldness of it. “Ready?” She asked me, and before I could reply, I felt a jab on my butt, making me jolt. My penis twitched, like it was enjoying the pain, and again, I felt the desire for more, but also wanted her to stop at the same time. She pushed the fluid all the way inside, then did the same with the other syringe, eliciting another jolt of shock from me.
My mother pulled my pants back on at once, and they left the room, still talking about my aunt’s manicure.
It happened two or three more times in the next few years. It was probably the flu vaccine, though I never really bothered asking. My body’s reaction was the same each and every time, and I thought about it occasionally as I went through puberty, wondering if there was something wrong with me, or if it was something that other people experienced as well.
Part 3
I was raised in a very Christian household, it was strict, and I struggled to fit in sometimes, though never tried to go beyond the norm. All throughout high school, I never flirted with anyone, never bothered being in a relationship, and was pretty repressed throughout. I focused on my studying, playing video games, and hanging out with my friends, and that was that.
At seventeen years old, I joined the army. I was sent to Fort Benning, Georgia for boot camp. It was completely my decision, though probably influenced by a few family members, and it was something I’d always wanted to do. During the first week or 10 days we were in what was known as the reception battalion. This is where all of the in-processing was done. As the name implies, the Army Reception Battalion was where you began the transition from civilian life to becoming a Soldier. Here, you get your first taste of military life. You live in an Army barracks, eat in an Army dining facility and begin to learn the Army values and ways.I was nervous, but excited at the same time.
We got haircuts, uniform issued, and things such as vision, dental, and medical exams. I think you know exactly where this is going. We had to get a series of vaccinations. I stood in line behind some peers I had begun making friends with, all as nervous as I was. We all had our sleeves rolled up, as there were several stations in a row with medics on both sides of us. I followed the person in front of me like the soldier I was going to be, one after another, until I got my first shot that day. A medic would give me a shot one arm, then the next would give me another shot. I’m not really sure how many we got in total at the end, it seemed endless.
One after the other when we got to the end of the room we were told to sit on the bench and wait so they could see if we had any bad aversive reactions or allergies right off the bat. A door would open, and our names would be called one by one, and we would go inside another room. They didn’t explain much to us, but I was used to it. It’s what I signed up for by going to the army, after all. There were two long rows of tables one in front of the other. The first half of the group were instructed to stand behind the front row of tables facing the front as the rest were ushered behind the second row of tables facing the front.
We were then ordered to drop our pants, bend over and put our elbows on the table. We all did as we were told. I was in the back row and could see each and every butt as it happened. We were told it was time for our peanut butter shots. That was the nickname for the shots as it was said that they feel like peanut butter being injected because it was so thick. It was a bicillin vaccine, one for treating bacterial infections.
I watched them do the row in front of me one by one. It was clear it was painful. The men were all trying to pretend they weren’t in pain, but there were a few giveaways, like the jolts of pain, and the low grunts they would make. Damn did it look painful, the syringe was enormous, and the medics didn’t look like they cared what was being done to us.
Of course, I was turned on. It wasn’t just from the anticipation of it being my turn, but watching it happen over, and over, and over again to the men in front of me, each with various different asses - large, bouncy, firm, small, hairy, all trying their hardest to brace for the pain, it was so hot. I knew what an erection was at that point, knew I was into butts, specifically the pain of it, in a very sexual way, and it was like I was handed this on a platter.
It’s been a while since then, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get the image out of my head. I’m sure it’ll be a core memory, one that solidified my fascination with asses.
Part 4
I was still a virgin a couple of years past my experience in the army. Like I said, I was repressed, being raised by a religious family, and I knew I leaned towards liking men, which would’ve been an outrage where I came from.
Finally feeling like I was ready to meet someone, maybe even for a one night stand, I decided to take part in what was very common, online dating. It took me a week to find someone who was just as interested in me, a man named Dan, whose pictures amused me. One where he was playing with his young niece, one with his bulldog, and one where he fished by a lake with a beer. He seemed like he would be a fun and relaxing time, and perhaps not be weirded out by me still being a virgin in my twenties.
We met up at a local bar after a few days of speaking, and the smile he gave me when I entered immediately made me feel more reassured.
“Hey,” he winked. “I was worried you were going to stand me up.” Dan's eyes were a striking shade of blue, sparkling with curiosity and kindness as I sat down at the seat across from him. He had a stubble that gave him a rugged charm, which I was definitely into. His t-shirt hinted at a toned physique, suggesting he might be into sports or fitness beyond his usual camping trip, where he did most of his fishing. Around his wrist, he wore a simple leather bracelet, adding a subtle touch of style to his casual outfit. Despite his relaxed attire, there was an underlying sense of confidence in his demeanor, making him even more attractive.
“Of course I didn’t stand you up,” I replied. “But I’m glad you look just like your photos.” I joked.
“Yeah, I know. There’s some crazy people out there,” he agreed. “Here, look at the menu. I already ordered a beer for myself.” He slid the menu across the table at me. I felt relaxed at once, and felt lucky that I had met someone I was comfortable with so easily.
The conversation was fluid. We talked about our careers, my time in the military, what we liked to do for fun. We didn’t have too much in common, but it didn’t matter, because our personalities were a good fit. I felt as if he felt the same. After a couple of beers, we began flirting more and more, our legs intertwining underneath the table with each other as we talked.
“So, what are you into?” His eyes sparkled as he asked. “I gotta know if our kinks align if I’m going to take you home tonight.”
I couldn’t help the blush that creeped up my cheeks. So he was really into me. He wanted to fuck me tonight… and I was insanely nervous. “Do you have a lot of kinks?” I asked, trying to remain calm.
“Well… I can say I’m pretty dominant in the bedroom.” My cock jolted at that. Yes, I desired someone dominant… I knew I could be a switch from what interested me on porn sites, but I think I always wanted to have someone on top.
“Oh?” I smiled. “Well, I can say I’m pretty submissive in the bedroom.”
He looked incredibly pleased at that, and said, “I was getting that vibe from you, but I wasn’t super sure. What else are you into?”
This was it, I was going to trust someone with this knowledge for the first time. It was strange, knowing that I’d never seen him in real life before, but that I trust him with such a big secret of mine. I opened my mouth, and proceeded to tell him the three stories that have always followed me throughout my life. He was supportive the entire time, nodding and making jokes occasionally, like my kinks were completely normal.
“So basically you’re saying you want me to spank you tonight,” he joked.
“Ah…” I spluttered, not sure what to say, “I don’t… you don’t…” I shook my head, “you really don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” He reached across the table and put his hand on mine, stopping me at once. It was the first touch he gave me that night, one of many.
“That’s precisely what I’m going to do to you tonight,” he promised wickedly. My cock hardened at once, rigid against the confines of my dress pants. Gods, this man was gorgeous, and if he was really going to do the things I wanted him to, what I wanted someone to do to me for years, I didn’t know if I would be able to handle it.
We were quick to pay for the cheque and leave after that, both of us feeling horny and wanting to pounce on each other immediately. We headed to his apartment, continuing a casual conversation as he walked me in.
The place itself was pretty simple. Black, white, and gray throughout the space, a modern design but with some pictures put up of his family. That first night though, I wasn’t really paying attention to what his apartment looked like. Not at all.
The heat between us was palpable at that point, which is probably why as soon as he closed the door behind me, he stalked towards me, his amusement shifting to something a little darker. My back was against his door, and for a second, I wondered if I should’ve done something to protect myself better, perhaps not trust someone so easily on my first date with them. The army had probably trained me better than that, but he was just so perfect for me, how he knew exactly what I wanted and needed so easily.
His lips pressed against mine. It was soft at first, but I opened my mouth for him, and could feel his stubble graze against my face, a little prickly as he slipped his tongue inside of me. It was so fucking hot. He pushed his fingers into my hair, tugging on it, his tongue making expertful strokes over and over as I just let my body go and enjoy him. It wasn’t my first kiss, I wasn’t that inexperienced, but it was the first kiss that I knew would lead to more. He began unbuttoning my shirt slowly as he continued to kiss me, and let go so he could bite my lower lip, pulling it and snapping it back into place.
He tugged the shirt off of me, and began kissing down my neck, sucking and licking and teasing all the sensitive parts of my skin. I groaned, unable to stop myself, my cock so impossibly hard so quickly.
“Why am I the only one with my shirt off?” I asked breathlessly.
“Oh, you want me naked, too?” He replied, I could feel his smile against my flesh as he moved lower. “You know, we should move this to my bed. It’s a king, you know. So I can fuck you in every position possible.”
Fuck, how could I possibly be this turned on already? He began moving to his bedroom, thinking I was going to follow him, but stopped when he realized I still stood at the doorway, looking a little hesitant with my top off and lips puffy. “Is something wrong?” He asked, looking slightly concerned. “I’m not pushing you too far, am I?”
I shook my head, “I should probably tell you something.”
“Oh god, you don’t have an STD do you?” He asked, half-joking. “I can use a condom, anyways.”
“No, no.” I shook my head, “actually, it’s the opposite. I’ve never been with anyone before. Never gone all the way.”
He stared at me in shock, unable to hide his expression from me. “Seriously?”
I nodded. “Yes. Sorry, I should’ve told you sooner.”
He chuckled. “It really doesn’t bother me, not really. But you can stop now if you want.” He looked down at his trousers, which was sporting a clear erection. “Though… it’ll make me really sad…” He teased.
I laughed, and felt at ease at once. His reaction wasn’t as bad as I had imagined this entire time. “Nah, I want to keep going. Desperately.”
“Good,” he said. “Now come.” I listened at once, my body already thinking of him as someone I should obey. At least for that one night.
He was right, his bed was gigantic. I barely paid attention to the rest of his room as he began pulling his shirt off so we were both topless. He was gorgeous underneath, with just the right amount of muscle. I couldn’t wait to see what his cock looked like.
I stopped right at his bed, and he unbuttoned my pants, pulling it down so my hard cock was even more obvious under the boxer briefs. He put his hand on it and began stroking it through the fabric, making me hiss and jolt into his grasp. “You know… I think you should be punished for not telling me about your virginity until now…” There was no hiding it, it was clear how those words affected me. My cock grew even harder under his touch. He grabbed me so quickly I barely realized what was happening, and he pushed me down across his knees, my ass in the air just like it was with my uncle.
I was so hard there was precum dripping at the tip. I had imagined this moment almost my entire life, and it was finally happening. Dan began stroking my ass, teasing it over and over. I wondered if he was actually going to spank me, or if this whole thing was a ruse just to fuck with me. When I was just about to lose my patience and ask him what he was doing to me, he spanked me across my ass, so hard it made me cry out. My cock pulsed, begging to be touched, and I didn’t think I’d ever come to being this turned on.
“We should probably establish a safe word,” he said.
I nodded. “What would you like it to be?”
“Peanut butter,” he replied.
I burst out laughing. “Like the shot in the military?” I was pleased he was so attentive to my stories.
“Precisely,” he replied, before spanking me again. I jolted, and I could feel the soreness already creeping in.
He pulled my briefs down at last, and reached around me to grab my cock. I groaned, unable to help myself, and thrust into him. “A little eager, aren’t we?” he teased.
“It feels so good…” I answered honestly.
He leaned down so his breath was hot against my ear and he whispered. “Don’t move until I tell you to, or I’m going to have to add more spanks.” Well, that was precisely what I was going to do, then, because I didn’t think I’d ever got enough of him touching my ass. I braced myself again, ready for the next one, but he said, “also, you’re not allowed to brace for them. Relax your muscles,” I sighed, and listened to him, relaxing the muscles all over my body. “Good,” he said, and spanked me again. He wasn’t going easy on me, not at all. The spanks were harsh and painful, like he knew that was exactly what I wanted.
He rubbed my ass sometimes in between spanks, which made the soreness ease slightly, then he would cup my balls and play with them, or give me long tantalizing strokes across my cock. There was so much precum beading at the tip, and I felt as if I could cum just from him touching my ass so much. “I don’t think I can take this for much longer…” I admitted.
“I know, look at you,” he teased. “You’re a complete mess.” He spanked me again, then rubbed my cheeks. “They’re so warm and red now… I can see the print of my fingers across your juicy ass. Like you belong to me…” I groaned in response, and he finally pulled me off of his lap, laying me back on the bed. I tried to turn around to face him, but he tsked. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Your ass is going to be very sore.” Instead, he pulled me so I was on my hands and knees with my ass in the air again. I felt his breath on it as he blew, fuck even that felt amazing.
He was still wearing his pants, or so I thought, but I couldn’t see much with me facing the other direction. I felt him move onto the bed, and gasped as he pushed my asscheeks apart, exposing me completely to him. No one had ever seen me as an adult like this before, and I couldn’t believe how easy it was to yield myself to him.
“Look at this perky little hole,” Dan commented, and I was about to respond, but stopped when I felt a single fingertip against my hole. Oh gods, he was really going to do it. He was going to fuck me, and I was absolutely desperate for it. He pushed it in, and I realized he had put it in his mouth, using his saliva as some lubricant. His finger worked in and out of me, curling slightly as he spread me apart. When I was used to it, he pushed another finger inside. “You really are a virgin, you’re so fucking tight. I don’t even know if I can fit inside of you tonight.” Realizing I still hadn’t seen his cock yet, I tried to turn my head to see if he had taken his pants off, but he pushed me back down onto the bed so my face was pressed against the sheets.
The two fingers continued to work me, over and over, until I wanted more inside of me. I had explored with toys before, but never a real cock, and I knew it would be so different from anything I’d ever done before, alone in my bedroom.
He pulled his fingers out of me, making me feel empty, and I heard some movements before I felt it - it was his cock, pressed against the tip of my hole. “Do you want it?” He asked, his voice practically purring.
I didn’t reply, feeling way too embarrassed to express my need. Clearly, this wasn’t good enough for him, because instead of fucking me like I wanted, he began grinding against my cheeks, his long hard cock moving over and over, teasing me. I could tell he put some lube on it, and it made it incredibly easy for him to slide over me. He spanked me a few times, so hard my body moved across the bed. I made a small sound each time, my fingers grasping tightly to the sheets under me so I could stay in place. “I’m going to ask you one more time. Do you want it?”
“Yes,” I replied, not waiting this time.
“Ask nicely,” he demanded, his cock right at the entrance of my hole again.
“Please Dan, please fuck me.” Fuck, this man was doing crazy things to me. He listened to my begging, and I felt him push slowly, his cock entering me at once. I moaned, it felt so fucking good. My ass had always been so damned sensitive, and feeling his hot flesh inside of my body was like nothing I’d ever experienced before.
He pushed deeper and deeper, stretching my body apart. I felt like I was going to break in two. The pleasure and pain mixed together so deliciously, and I wondered why I hadn’t done this so much sooner in my life, because it was so damned good. “You good?” He asked, dropping the dominant persona for a second.
“More…” I begged. “Go deeper…”
He chuckled. “You are a little slut, aren’t you?” He let himself loose, pushing roughly all the way inside of me. He was so fucking large, and I could feel him grind against my prostate as he pulled out. He grabbed my waist, right above my ass, using it to steady him as he pushed all the way inside again. Fuck, I was desperate for more. I needed him to absolutely destroy me. He seemed to know exactly what I needed again, before he started really fucking me. He thrust over and over, making me moan loudly each time.
“It’s so good,” I admitted, my breath completely ragged. He bent down lower, and began stroking my cock as he fucked me. Gods, I was going to cum so fucking fast at this point. His fingers pressed tightly against the head of my cock each time he stroked, matching the tempo of this thrusting perfectly. “I’m going to cum… I can’t take it…”
“Cum for me, slut,” he said. His voice was hoarse, like he was trying hard not to cum himself, wanting me to lose control first. He was impossibly deep inside of me, and all I could think about was his cock, his fingers around my dick, and the smell of sex surrounding us.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I cried out, my balls tightening as I finally let myself go, my dick pulsing over and over as the cum exploded out of me over and over again as he continued to fuck me. There was so much of it, and I felt like I was never going to stop. He came all of a sudden, he groaned loudly as he did, and I felt the warmth soak the condom, spilling into it as he held onto my body, his fingernails digging inside as he cried out my name. It was amazing knowing that my ass could make him cum that hard. I wanted to do it over and over again.
He pulled out of me when he was done, and I collapsed onto the bed, right on top of my load. He laid next to me, panting hard alongside me. “Sorry I came on your bed,” I said.
He burst out laughing, and pulled the condom off. “I mean, I’m pretty sure that was my fault.” He turned to face me, and began playing with my back, making light circles around it with his fingers. “So… how was your first time?”
“Better than I could’ve ever imagined,” I said, my voice muffled against the sheets. “I’m exhausted, though. I came so hard.”
“Oh, does that mean we’re not going for round two?” He teased. I turned to face him, a grin on my face as well.
“I thought you’d never ask,” I chuckled. “I can’t wait for round two.”