The Gay Diãry
"You gonna find out?"
His answer was a rough groan as he spun me around, shoving me face-first against the wall. His hands yanked my shorts down, baring my ass to the cool night air. I heard the metallic click of his belt, the rustle of his jeans, and then—smack—his palm cracked against my left cheek.
"Fuck!" I yelped, the sting radiating through me, making my cock leak.
"That’s for teasing me all night," Garry growled, rubbing the spot before delivering another sharp slap to the other cheek. "Now spread ‘em."