I was 17, sitting at the triton fountain in Valletta. A car pulls over with an elderly gentleman at the wheel. He came out and sat next to me talking sweet nothings, then he asked me if I liked 'boys'. He drove me to a warehouse by the bridge bar in the south of the city. It was big, cluttered and a little cold. Told me he used to give dancing lessons there when he was younger then he made me strip. Took me to a side door which led to a boxroom with a tiny bed. He sat on the bed and then pulled me over his knees. Started spanking me, calling me 'sweet boy' and 'cikkulatu'. Every once so often he would stop to fondle and mould my sore behind. Then he stopped told me to get on my knees and unzipped. With a hand grapping my hair from behind he made me suck him off. There was no penetration and he didnt remove an inch of clothing. It was beautiful
Curious and passionate male looking for exciting correction and some jolly pain
