Quickly running into the woods the urgency had him almost tearing off his jeans. The strong clear stream could still be heard over the spring rain. He could hear the foliage being pelted with raindrops. He also felt the drops on his exposed ass. What he didn't hear was the footfalls stealing up behind him. Two hands cupping his ass cheeks is what he felt next. He stopped the stream and whirled around. Another man stood there, grey hair at the temples. He was not imposing. He was shorter and slighter.

"I was waiting for you to one day leave the path." He referred to the concrete walkway that ran through the city park. "You know what your are doing is wrong."

In a breathy, scared tone he answered. "N-no-one could see me." he stammered "

The older man sternly looked him in the eye. "I did." He reached down to try and pull his pants up that were around his knees. "What are you doing?" The man asked. “Leave them down."

As the man moved over to him he put his hands in front of his exposed cock. A tree stump was nearby which the older man sat on. "Now you know you must be punished. Your pants are already down. Now lay over my lap. You’re going to be spanked."

He had never seen another man naked, nor been with a man. He always fantasized about being spanked. As an adult he would often reach around and slap his own ass as he pleasured himself. He wanted a hard spanking, wondering how he would get someone to do it. But this did not arouse him. It scared him.

Lying across the older man's lap, his groin felt the man's erection pressing into it. He did not immediately feel the first sting he was expecting. Instead he felt hands caressing his ass cheeks, a finger stray into his ass crack. Then it happened. The first slap. The second. Why did he not stop it? Stop it before it happened. He was in shape. Stocky and strong. His guilt aided the older man's authority. He did not want to get into trouble. So he submitted. He felt the fleshy mounds of his muscular ass move with each slap. His own hands never became sore as he spanked himself as he masturbated. The hands giving him the punishment had yet to slow as well. In fact the spanking intensified. He could feel his ass warming. The man would also place a slap squarely at his ass crack, stopping on contact to linger. Linger and probe the crevice.

"Lift your ass up,” he was ordered. He did. A slick finger poked at his ass hole. He clenched his ass cheeks. "Did I say you could do that?" He was spanked harder. He did not notice the rain had stopped or the fog develop. He only felt the erection still hard at his groin. The spanking stopped. "Get up and bend over the stump. I want you to stick your ass out."

"Please...no more..." his pleas went unheeded. Bent over he felt the man's face at his ass. He was getting his ass eaten. The spanking continued as well. A hand spreading one side of his ass as another slapped it. Soon he felt his ass crack filled with moisture. He felt the man's tongue stray to his balls. Then when he thought the man was done as he stopped licking he relaxed his ass cheeks. Suddenly