Meeting Mr. Smith! (Gay SPH)
“It seems weird, though,” I replied.
“When did you become so straight-laced?” the love of my life asked, and it was hard to deny that at that stage of my life, at 19, I was pretty much up for anything.
William was well aware of that, and in the month I saw the 50-year-old professor, the word ‘no’ hadn’t been in my vocabulary. This was the early 1970s, sex was safe, and I was at least as horny as the average teenager, if not more so, but still.
“It seems like you’re – I don’t know – passing me around,” I said after William had told me of his wanting me to meet a friend of his.
“Sharing you is a better term,” William said as his hand slid down to my limp dick, and as he rubbed the tip of the gumdrop-sized glans, he explained the difference. “I’ll be there every minute, watching you. I like to watch, as well, you know.”
William had a voyeuristic streak and had gotten another student of his to meet me at his place so he could watch us give each other head. The guy was a cute Asian-American named Kim who was also smitten with William, like me, enamored enough to be willing to put on a show for the good professor. I enjoyed it mainly because Kim’s dick was almost as small as mine, which delighted William to no end.
Although I trusted William, what he wanted me to do this time seemed strange. He wanted to take me to meet this friend of his at a hotel in a nearby city, and after bringing me up to the room, I was going to be blindfolded.
“It adds to the erotic angle, don’t you think?” William suggested. “It will force you to use the rest of your senses.”
“It’s the way Mr. Smith likes it,” William explained.
Mr. Smith. Even the name was vague, and William explained that I was only to refer to him by that moniker. It was the way Mr. Smith wanted it.
“He’s adamant about the name and the blindfold,” William told me. “It’s imperative to him that he remain anonymous.”
“Why? Is he a celebrity or something?” I asked. “Rock Hudson, maybe?”
“No. If you were to see him, you might recognize him, but it isn’t anybody I would consider very famous,” William said. “He’s a rogue in a way. Very charismatic and hung like a horse, or so the rumors have it.”
“By going through with this, you would be doing me a big favor,” he added. “Given that you seem insatiable and up for just about anything, I believe this idea might intrigue you. I promise you that you will enjoy yourself, and if you don’t, just say so, and we’ll leave.”
“Just don’t pull off the blindfold,” William repeated.
Young, dumb, full of cum, and very obsessed at the time with my older lover, I agreed to it.
The blindfold fit snugly around my head, and after William adjusted it, I was in the dark for real.
“I’ll come around the car and get you,” William said, and he got off the driver’s side and came around to fetch me out of the passenger side.
My heart was pounding, and it was a mixture of fear and excitement that had me sweating bullets even though the night air was cool. The idea of being taken to a hotel seemed to have been replaced with something a bit less exotic.
The fancy hotel turned out to be a motel somewhere out in the boondocks, and it certainly wasn’t anything fancy even by motel standards. Although its name was The Shamrock Motel, the brief look I got at the exterior suggested that it could have passed for the Bates Motel if Anthony Perkins was working the desk.
William had me take hold of his elbow and led me across the gravel parking lot. I gained a new appreciation for people able to get around with vision problems because I was staggering around like a sailor on leave with the blindfold on.
“Ready?” William asked, and when I nodded, he knocked on the door.
“William,” a deep voice declared after the door opened, and in retrospect, he sounded like James Earl Jones. “And with his young friend. Come in. Come in.”
I was ushered into the room, and after the door closed behind me, I heard the sound of a dead-bolt clicking along with what sounded like a chain lock being secured. These noises only made me more nervous, and it was all I could do to keep from ripping the blindfold off and running out the door.
“Timmy,” William said softly. “This is Mr. Smith.”
“Nice meeting you, Mr. Smith,” I said, adhering to William’s instructions that I keep my words to a minimum.
“My pleasure, Timmy,” Mr. Smith proclaimed, and when he shook my hand, his grip was firm and his hand large. “My pleasure indeed. What a handsome young man you are.”
“And you’re 18, Timmy?”
“Nineteen, sir,” I corrected him.
“I see. You look quite young. I hope you don’t take that the wrong way, son.”
“No, sir,” I said, the hand – William’s – rubbing my back, helping to calm me down.
“I have socks older than young Timmy here,” William declared. “He is, however, legal and of sound mind and body.”
“Certainly seems to be. Care for a drink?” Mr. Smith asked as somebody squeezed my biceps, and when I said I could use a drink of water, a glass was brought to my lips.
“Thank you,” I said.
“You seem nervous, Timmy,” Mr. Smith remarked, and when I admitted I was, he let out a chuckle. “That’s good. I like that. Not that you have a reason to be afraid, but I love the scent of fear in the air.”
As this mysterious Mr. Smith spoke, I tried to figure out something about this mystery man besides knowing he had a deep voice. He didn’t smoke, as his breath was fresh and had no hint of tobacco.
He was also taller than I was, judging by how his voice seemed to come from a bit above me. Being around 5’9″, I guessed Mr. Smith to be at least 6’2″.
William and Mr. Smith were talking about me, almost as if I wasn’t there and was only a chair or a piece of meat they were discussing. Seeing as two years ago, I was a chubby loner who couldn’t attract the attention of either sex. I was enjoying this newfound appeal I had obtained.
That was partly due to me losing a few pounds and hitting the weights a bit. While this didn’t make me an Adonis, I didn’t look that bad. The parts I could develop and improve, I had, and as for the parts of my body that no amount of work change, I had discovered that not only didn’t many men seem to mind my shortcomings, many were attracted by that.
“Let me get this shirt off of you, Timmy,” William said while pulling my T-shirt up and over my head. “Let’s have Mr. Smith get a look at my favorite boy toy.”
As I lifted my arms to allow the shirt to come over my head, the blindfold was slightly nudged. The movement was slight, but the minor shift opened up a little space for me to get a sliver of vision at the bottom of the eye covering.
It was enough for me to see that the rug on the motel room floor was beige and that Mr. Smith had hairy calves. Since William was almost as hairless as I was, those muscular-looking legs with the thick coat of dark fur had to belong to the mysterious Mr. Smith, who was not wearing pants.
“Mmm,” Mr. Smith said. “What a nice build he has.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” William said proudly.
“So smooth,” Mr. Smith was saying, and then I saw his arm appear on my chest, and with that learned that Mr. Smith had olive-toned skin, and his arms were also hairy. He had what looked like an expensive gold watch on and a wedding ring, and both stood in stark contrast to the hair they encircled.
I tried to keep my head down so that neither of them would notice that the blindfold was no longer completely blocking my vision, so when I felt my nipples being first pinched and then lightly twisted, my surprised gasp was genuine.
“Smooth and muscular,” Mr. Smith said as the nipple twisting eased. “Smooth all over?”
I assumed he was talking to William, so I remained silent as William took my wrists and raised them over my head, holding them securely as Mr. Smith’s hand moved onward.
“Not so much as a follicle below his neck,” William proclaimed proudly. “I make sure of that, religiously, I might add.”
“Ahh!” Mr. Smith sighed as I felt his fingers sliding through my moist armpits, which William had exposed for his friend. “Soft and smooth as a baby’s bottom.”
The few hairs that did grow under my arms had been removed by my lover, along with what little body hair I had elsewhere. That didn’t bother me since the sparse growth was nearly as embarrassing as having no hair, and many assumed that I did it for bodybuilding.
I shivered when the stroking of my armpits continued, only now it felt more like a tongue than a finger, and my suspicions were confirmed when I heard William tell Mr. Smith, “He likes that.”
“As do I,” Mr. Smith said, and then there were hands undoing my belt.
When the belt came free, my pants dropped to the floor and were removed along with my socks. I glanced down and saw it was Mr. Smith doing the honors, his hands sliding up my hairless legs as he stood back up.
“Oh my,” Mr. Smith was saying, apparently enjoying the sight of me naked except for the tight white fruit-of-the-looms I was wearing.
Surprisingly, my dick wasn’t hard, and I attributed that to both the unnatural position I found myself in and the feeling of trepidation I always experienced when someone new was going to see my genitalia.
I was sure that William had described me to his friend, so it wouldn’t be a shock when he would see how pitifully endowed I was. Being blindfolded wasn’t a bad way to do this, as I didn’t have to look at the face of Mr. Smith when he got his first look at my genitalia. While no one had ever been cruel, you expect the worst when you’re self-conscious as I was.
I felt a hand squeeze the pouch in my briefs, searching and finding my dick. The hand felt foreign, so when I looked down the opening at the bottom of the blindfold, I was not surprised to see the hairy arm and gold watch attached to the hand squeezing my penis through the cotton.
The hand slid up and then reached down under the elastic of my underwear, first caressing the smooth skin around my cock before his fingers found my dick. I groaned along with Mr. Smith as his hand wrapped around my cock, and even my nervousness was not enough to stop me from getting hard now.
William still had my arms held over my head, and as Mr. Smith groped me, William nibbled my neck. I felt cool air as Mr. Smith pulled my briefs down carefully around my erection, which sprang around in front of me. A brief glimpse of Mr. Smith’s shiny bald skull as he knelt was all I got because William suddenly readjusted my blindfold, apparently becoming aware of me looking down.
“Oh!” I groaned when I felt my dick slide into someplace wet and warm, and I shuddered as the unfamiliar lips moved slowly down all four inches of my erection while Mr. Smith’s hand gently rolled my balls in his hand.
“He comes quick – and often,” said William, whose voice indicated that he looked down over my shoulder while his friend inhaled my dick. “Don’t you, Timmy?”
All I could do was groan in response because already I could feel my orgasm building up inside of me. William was right in that I had little self-control, especially in the beginning, and as I felt Mr. Smith’s hands squeezing my ass, pulling me close to him as he sucked hard on me without moving his lips, I managed to get out one word.
“Cumming,” I squealed, the words coming in a long tortured groan, and then I was ejaculating into this strange man’s mouth.
William was practically holding me up as I unleashed a staccato of semen down Mr. Smith’s throat, and although the volume seemed to overwhelm him briefly, Mr. Smith kept sucking until my dick withered.
“Like buttermilk,” said the voice below me.
“Told you,” said William, who led me a few steps over to my right.
I felt what seemed to be a bed against my legs, and then William was easing me down, so I was sitting on the edge of the bed, still blinded by the cloth. The sound of fabric rustling was before me, and from William’s reaction, I had to guess that Mr. Smith had just removed his boxer shorts.
“Good grief, man!” said William.
“I’m rather excited over your young protege,” said Mr. Smith, who was standing so close that I could feel the warmth of his body.
“He’ll like that,” said William, whose voice indicated that he was rather excited over Mr. Smith’s unveiling. “He likes them big, don’t you, Timmy?”
Following instructions, I said nothing, and when William told me to open my mouth, I complied. The woodsy and manly aroma filled my senses before Mr. Smith’s erect manhood met my lips.
The head of his cock was fat, forcing me to stretch my mouth to accommodate the plump glans. William took my left hand and brought it up to the shaft of Mr. Smith’s cock, and it seemed like my lover was feeding the dick to me, sliding his hand along the shaft along with mine for a moment before letting go.
The cock that my lips were moving down on was pretty thick but not outrageously so, so I assumed that my lover must have been alarmed by the length more than the thickness of Mr. Smith’s member. I brought my right hand up to join the left, and with both hands wrapped around Mr. Smith’s engorged organ, I could barely get my mouth down to where my fingers ended.
“Ahh!” groaned Mr. Smith as my hands started to spin and pump what my mouth could not reach, his hand running through my hair as he gently rocked his hips.
“Big enough for you, Timmy?” William asked, and with my mouth full, all I could do was nod while letting one hand slide down to check out his balls, which were equally oversized and hung in a long furry sac.
“He’s doing fine,” sighed Mr. Smith. “Tim’s quite the accomplished cocksucker. If I weren’t so interested in something else, I’d love to let him finish me off like this.”
“Want me to get him ready?” I heard William ask, talking about me like I was his Pomeranian instead of his lover.
“Yes,” said Mr. Smith. “I’ll help.”
I was brought up off the carpet and placed on my back in the bedding. Rustling and fussing were going on around me, and then I felt hands on my thighs, spreading my legs and lifting me a little so that the small of my back was resting on a pillow.
“Oh!” I gasped when I felt a tongue licking my anus – I didn’t know whose – and then the tongue darted inside of me.
Mr. Smith’s tongue. William’s never got so far into me, so it had to be his, and it felt so good that I hated when the tongue moved out of me, replaced by a lubricated finger.
A second and third finger followed as I writhed on the sheets and tried to get the blindfold to allow me to peek down at what was happening. Not seeing what and who was doing these things to me added an erotic touch for me, though, so when my vision remained blocked, I just let them have their way with me.
“He’s going to fuck you in the ass,” William whispered into my ear as if I didn’t know. “This is so exciting. He’s bigger than I am, Timmy. He’s huge.”
“Don’t ruin him for me,” William asked of Mr. Smith, and I felt the mattress move as the stranger climbed onto the bed with me.
“Wouldn’t think of it,” said the stranger’s voice as I felt him rubbing his greased cock around my puckered ring. “Just relax, son.”
I could hear the unmistakable sound of skin slapping right next to me. William was masturbating, jerking off while his friend prepared to stick his cock into my ass, and while part of me was revolted, another part of me was aroused at the thought.
“Omigod!” I cried out as I felt the head of Mr. Smith’s manhood push into my ass. “Please – wait – it’s too big! Mr. Smith – please!”
Thankfully, Mr. Smith didn’t listen to me because the last thing I wanted him to do was to stop, but I had learned what guys liked to hear. They wanted me to tell them how well endowed they were and loved me to beg for mercy. I didn’t know Mr. Smith, but I knew him, if that makes any sense to you. He was no different from most men, which was one reason I enjoyed playing with their heads.
“Please,” I squealed as the head of his cock popped inside me, and I continued to carry on, writhing and squirming as Mr. Smith kept sliding more and more of his cock into me. “Omigod! William – he’s splitting me in two!”
From its sound, All William did was pump his cock harder while watching his acquaintance finish impaling me with what had to be the entire length of his manhood before slowly pulling it back out.
“Timmy’s hard again,” Mr. Smith noted as he began rocking back and forth. “He likes it up the ass, don’t you, son?”
“Yes, but you’re so big. It hurts,” I whimpered as I felt my small dick get grabbed.
A couple of quick jerks later, I was coming all over myself, to the amusement of the two men who chuckled as my dick erupted. Mr. Smith’s thrusts became harder and faster as he held my ankles and spread my legs out as far as they could go.
“Take it,” I heard William say as he pulled my face towards him, and then I felt his cock at my lips. I barely got my mouth open before he started cumming, sending his seed down my throat while I swallowed as fast as I could.
Mr. Smith chuckled at what my voyeuristic lover had done to me, but he didn’t miss a stroke. The stranger was not nearly as quick on the draw as I was and had gotten into a rhythm that had the bed rocking and creaking. In and out of me, Mr. Smith went, and when he finally stopped, it was only to roll me over.
Now I was on my hands and knees with my ass as far up as possible. I heard William say something about how wide open my anus still was while Mr. Smith moved in behind me. His cock got inside me much easier, but the new angle made him seem even bigger.
I felt Mr. Smith’s hands on my hips, spreading my ass open wide as he began to thrust into me once again. He directed William to get onto the bed, and I could sense him climbing up so that his crotch was below my face.
The familiar smell of William’s manhood filled my nostrils as my lover slapped his flaccid member against my cheeks before instructing me to suck on his balls. I sucked each of his furry eggs hard, savoring the sweaty flavor before letting them pop out of my mouth.
Behind me, Mr. Smith was going into another gear, which seemed impossible, and he was now fucking me so hard I couldn’t suck William’s cock because I was being pounded so briskly. My arms gave way, and I landed with my nose in my lover’s ass crack as I heard what sounded like a bear roaring.
The cock impaled me was pulled almost out, and it felt like only its head was in me when I felt it jerk. The comforting warmth of Mr. Smith’s cum spurted inside my ass, coating my bowels with his soothing semen as he groaned above me.
Mr. Smith pushed his cock back into me one more time, and as it began to go limp, he retracted it once again, this time out as my knees caved in, leaving me flat on my face as the two of them rolled off the bed.
“I’m afraid my beloved may never be the same again,” William said to his friend, who chuckled as I stayed on my stomach with the blindfold on. “You gave his ass a proper pounding, all right.”
“He’ll be fine, won’t you, son?” Mr. Smith asked me, and I assume it was his hand rubbing my back as I got a kiss on the neck. “You’re something. You are Timmy. Such a sweet ass and such a willing one. Hope it was as good for you as well.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, my anus throbbing so much that it almost felt like he was still inside me.
It was a good ache, though, and William had been right. The mysterious Mr. Smith had indeed given my ass a pounding, and I wouldn’t be the same again. For one thing, I was through with William, although I did let him clean me up afterward. Judging by the way he went about the intimate oral cleansing, William seemed to enjoy it as much as I did, and I was only sad that Mr. Smith had left us by then.
The experience was unique, though, and the blindfold had made the entire evening memorable, but the anonymity did cost me the chance to meet up with Mr. Smith again. Who was he? William wouldn’t tell when we were together, so he sure as hell wouldn’t tell me after I dumped him soon after.
Maybe that was for the best, though. It’s probably better that he stayed a man of mystery – staying a James Bond or Simon Templar character in my mind – a dashing, suave, and sophisticated man who comes in and ravages a young man and then vanishes, instead of maybe just being a used car salesman with a big dick looking for fun.
*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Remember, even with limited editing. It doesn’t mean any possible major flaws in this story were fixed.