SPANK FEST WITH SMILEY

 I honestly can't remember the year, which is strange because I used to journal everything back in the day. I believe 2016 or 2017.

An original post from my previous blog

It was Saturday night, just one day before the Folsom Street Fair.

For those who are unfamiliar, Folsom Street Fair is an annual event for people into leather and various kinks to get together and celebrate......well let's just call it what it is.......its an annual freak show.  Can't beat that definition.

There were many pre fair events happening throughout the week.  One would be a spank party just for men.

Most of the crowd was older in which I didn't mind.  However there wasn't much going on.  

After about 30 minutes of cruising, I took a seat.  Not too long after, a guy came up and struck up a conversation.  He was a bottom and wanted to be spanked so I kindly obliged.  He was probably in his late fifties.  He was not a bad looking guy at all.  But with most experienced bottoms I've played with; it would turn out to be very mechanical.  No matter how hard I smacked his ass or what I did, his response would be minimal.

After a few minutes a group of onlookers would gather around.  In the crowd was a good looking guy observing intently.  I usually hate crowds staring but this guy was hot as fuck.  Not to mention he was actually into what I was doing.

I am really more of a private player but having this attention on me made me want to show off; spanking, caressing and playing with my partner's ass as my admirer watched.

I found myself getting aroused, not by the bottom I was playing with, but by the attention I was getting from this guy.

After seeing no response from my play partner, I brought out a few paddles and a flogger in which the bottom welcomed.  Yet still this guy didn't even flinch.  After about 20 minutes of monotonous spanking and flogging I decided to end our playtime by saying,"I'm going to take a break." 

We parted ways and I began to cruise the spot checking out the different scenes going on.

Across the room was the young guy from before.  I notice him checking me out with a huge smile on his face.  I smiled back at him in hopes that he would come my way but he didn't.

Finally I took a seat on a bench a few feet from the play space.  A few minutes went by and the guy walked past me and smiled again.  This time I got a much better view of him.  He was a beautiful man.  He looked like he was Spanish with some other type of exotic ethnicity.  He was a short stocky guy but with muscle.  He couldn't have been more than 5'6" probably about 170lbs or so.  Again, he was a little stocky but was proportioned in just the right places.  With his light brown beard and short dark brown buzz cut, he reminded me of the porn star Francois Sagat but without the hair tattoo and he definitely smiled more.  Actually it was amazing; more than amazing in my opinion.  I'm a sucker for a guy with a great smile.

Everywhere I went  this guy was there.  There was no doubt that this guy was stalking me. 

There are stalkers that are plain creepy and then there are stalkers that make you proud to be their prey.  This guy was definitely the latter.

I figured I would play cat and mouse just enough to give him a good tease.

I'm pretty good at reading people.  Just by his body language I knew he would not make the first move as he appeared somewhat shy.  I could tell by his ethnic features and strangely enough by the way he smiled that he didn't speak much English.  And last, I could tell by the way he was passively yet consistantly stalking me that he wanted something from me.  My goal was to find out what it was.

Finally after a few minutes of having this guy follow me, I turned around, walked up to him and said,"Hey how are you doing?" 

"Good." He replied smiling.

"So you are here for the Street Fair?"

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"Fair? Yes." He replied.

"I saw you as I was playing.  Would you like to play?"

With a big grin.

 "Play?" He says with uncertainty and a thick accent.

"Where are you from?"

 "Where I'm from?" He asked as to grasp what I was asking him. 

"Portugal." He finally says.

I took a seat on a couch in the play space.  He walked toward me.  I motioned him closer so that he was just inches away from me.  He timidly walked closer.  He was wearing a brown leather police uniform.  I pointed to his belt buckle hopefully for him to agree to unbuckle.  He began to unbuckle his belt  somewhat hesitantly yet he had that big smile like he was very curious.

"I will start off very soft."

He shrugged his shoulders again and smiled.

Slowly I pulled his pants down as I felt on his butt.  I motioned him down.  He bent himself over my knee.

This guy was a wet dream come true! This hot Portuguese cub with a big round furry butt was bent over my knee ready for discipline and he wanted me to bring it.  He raised his furry ass in the air as he looked back with that smile on his face.

"Soft No?" He asked.

"Yes soft." I assured him that I wouldn't hurt him... at least not too bad.  

Before I got started I spent some time playing with the fur on his ass.  Moving my hand up and down on the hairs of his inner thighs and butt cheeks sent him into uncontrollable spasms.

"Ahh! You like that huh?"

He was giggling trying to get up but I held his shoulders down with my forearm as I continued to graze his butt hairs.  He looked back and looked into my eyes and smiled.

I grabbed a chunk of his booty and let go watching it snap back and jiggle.  I spent some time playing with his cheeks spreading them, caressing and rubbing them.  

I lifted his shirt up and began to run my middle finger from the center of his back down to the crack.  I began to play with his hole.  He squirmed and began to moan.  I could feel him getting hard as his cock was pressed against my inner thigh.

By that time, he was horny and ready for anything I gave him.  I gave him a light tap on his butt.  He jumped a little as it was unexpected. He looked at me with that big smile.

"Smiley that's what I'll call you." I told him.  He laughed and said,"yeah?" 

SMACK!

I applied more force.

"Umm," he murmured as he flinched .

SMACK!

He flinched again.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I did three in a row as each one got more intense. 

At that point that hard dick was starting to go limp and his main focus was channeling his energy into what he was enduring.  Smiley had more of an intense look on his face by now.

I gave his ass a good rub and then with a force.............POW!

He grabbed hold of my right arm and grunted loudly with each smack. He was holding tightly to my right arm as I spank him with my left. I gave about four good hard whacks before I let up.  His ass was bright red and warm by now.  I began to rub on his butt.  You like that?  I gently caressed his cheeks. I raised him up so that we were face to face.  

I asked, "You're o.k?"

 He motioned his head as to say “yes” but still with an intense look on his face.  

I didn’t  bother to go over negotiating a safe word because of the language barrier.  Instead I decided to take it slow with him and check in more often on his body language. 

I prompted  him to stand up and lay face down on the couch.

I took his pants all the way off and began to run my paddle between his thighs slowly tapping the sides of his legs.  Gently I began to paddle his butt. I didn’t paddle hard.  Just enough for him to feel the sensation.

  "Are you O.K?" I asked. 

I used the the paddle more to play with his ass than to spank it taking that his ass was a light pink color.  I didn't want to turn him off if this was his first experience.  Most of the play from then on was spent teasing his butt crack with the paddle, followed by an occasion set of three smacks.

 Even though he clinched and squirmed a little he had great tolerance for a curious guy in the crowd. He was definitely more fun to play with that my previous encounter.

As we wound down, I stood him up  and I began to gently massage his back and butt making sure not to add too much pressure to the areas I spanked and paddled.  Running my face up his thigh I began to gently blow on his backside.  Something about blowing on one's body is both therapeutic and erotic at the same time.  It's something that most people that have plain, non-kink sex don't ever think about doing.

But it is a great sensation.

I gently held his face in my hand and said, "You've done such a good job. You are so handsome." 

He smiled and reached in to kiss me.  He got his pants on and went on. I have to say Smiley was the highlight of the the whole damn weekend.