While I was waiting for Paul to answer the question, I took the opportunity to look over his magnificent body. Paul was about 5.8 feet tall (I guessed since he was a little shorter than I was) and he has very broad shoulders. Everything about Paul's body was thick. He has a thick neck, thick arms, and his legs are very muscular and thick. As I told you earlier, he had been a runner in high school and had turned to weight lifting in college. He did not have the sharp definition of those body builders that you see on TV or the muscle magazines; he simply had mass and it was all solid.
I figured he had a 46 – 48 inch chest (I have a 42-inch chest and he was bigger than I was). His pecs and lats had to be the most outstanding features, which explains the chest size. The lats were very pronounced and could be seen from the front. In fact, the size of Paul's lats prevented his arms from hanging straight down. His pecs formed two distinct mountains on his chest with a thick forest of hair. Hair covered the entire span of his chest and stomach. His nipples were large (at least the size of quarters) and darker than the rest of his skin. He was tan from the waist up. His waist was probably about a 36. This was not fat; although he did just have the very beginning of a beer belly, I could see the ridges of abdomen muscle under the hair. This hair trailed down to his member that was still standing at full attention. The head of his _c_o_c_k_ was large and smooth. It was obviously stretched to its limit. The hair around his dick was dark and not as long as I would have expected from someone this hairy. His sac was drawn up to his dick and had a light dusting of hair. Again I expected a hairier scrotum from someone with this much hair on his chest. But don't get me wrong, it was wonderful to have a full view of this man's genitals. His balls did not seem that large but then I had to remember that with a _c_o_c_k_ as thick as his, it would naturally make the testicles look smaller. I stood transfixed by this piece of man flesh. I could see the blood pumping through the veins on the sides of the shaft and it would twitch from time to time. I wanted to reach out and grab it, but not yet.
"So are you going to answer me?" I questioned again trying to put some irritation; instead of excitement, into my voice. As I said this, I looked up a Paul's face. Something else you should understand is that Paul is a very attractive man. His face is symmetrical with a square, strong jaw. His nose is too wide to make Paul a pretty face, but then it only made sense (you know that they say you can tell the size of a man's penis by the size of his nose – well they could prove it with Paul).
Still not looking at me, Paul said, "This is embarrassing enough. I really don't want to discuss this. Can we just get on with it?"
"Fine with me buddy; but without an explanation, I have to assume that at some level your are enjoying this. It was not my intention for you to enjoy your spanking; therefore, I give you the choice: either explain to me why you have a raging hard-on or I give you another 25 since you seem to like it so much. The choice is yours." I could not think what else to say and I was hoping that Paul would pick the additional swats because I had an idea on how to get my hands on his piece of meat.
"Fine........go ahead......give me another 25........just do it!" Paul said this with as much excitement as he did with embarrassment in his voice.
"Okay then Paul assume your position over the chair".
With a sigh, Paul turned and reached over the back of the chair. He grabbed the seat like before and braced himself for his next set of swats. My _c_o_c_k_ jumped in my jeans. Now I was staring at this totally naked hunk of a man bending over with his rosy ass waiting for me to administer the next round of discipline. His legs were slightly apart and I could see the fine hairs that lined the crack of his ass. He had very little hair on the back of his thighs until about half way down to his knees and then it got hairy. Paul had a white smooth ass, except for the spot on each cheek that had received the brunt of the paddle. Now that he no longer had on his briefs, I would be able to spread the warmth around and be sure that his bottom went home totally red.
"I don't want you wiggling around. I expect you to hold still and take this like a man". Wow what a cliché. I could not believe my ears at hearing myself say that; but it seemed to be appropriate. I positioned myself along side Paul as I had done before. I placed the paddle on his ass and held it there for just a moment to let the anticipation build..........................................
SMACK, WHACK, SMACK, WHACK
Grunt, groan, Ow, Ouch,
I gave four quick swings of the paddle and they were hard and effective judging by the sounds Paul made. Two hit on the left cheek at the bottom were the butt joins the thigh (and is very tender) and two on the right cheek in the same spot. Paul thrusted forward on each swat and his butt clenched. The mental picture I had was of him _f_u_c_k_ing the chair.
"Paul!! I told you to hold still. The way you are moving around it looks like you are trying to _f_u_c_k_ the chair." I uttered. "By the way, I still want you to count these out and since you did not, we start from one."
Paul let out a groan and moved his feet to get a better, more stable stance.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, "one, ouch two, oowww three, ooowww four, ouch five;" Paul counted each of the next five. I could tell that he was starting to feel these since each count was followed by a sound of pain or discomfort. I continued the next five without any breaks and moved the paddle around on his ass. I was aiming for any spots of white on that fantastic bubble butt before me.
WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, " aahhh six, ouch seven, oowww eight, aahh nine, ouch ten" Paul's voice was trembling. He was really feeling these. By now, Paul had received almost 40 swats (25 with his underwear and another 14 in the nude) and it was beginning to take its toll on him. I could tell that he was trying to hold still but the pain was just getting to be too much for him. And the pressure in my own dick was building right along with his discomfort.
"Paul.. I told you to hold still..... since you can not, I am going to hold you again like I did before!" I stated. I did not wait for a response. I moved up next to his left red cheek, put my left hand on the top of his right cheek (okay so that is a little lower than the first time but can you blame me?) and pulled his body into my groin. The first time I had done this (when he was in his underwear) there had been a slight resistance; however, this time I could almost swear that he leaned into me. Almost as if he wanted me to touch him; almost as if he wanted to rub his ass against my dick. This was simply too good to be true.
SMACK, WHACK, SMACK, WHACK, SMACK, "aaahh 11, ouch 12, oowww 12, ooowww 12, ouch 15." After each swat, I pulled Paul's body into my crotch and rubbed my groin against him for just a second. I then did something that I had longed to do ever since I realized Paul was going to let me spank him. I ran my left hand over his right butt cheek. I felt a rush of electricity from my finger to my _c_o_c_k_ and I know Paul felt it too. His body quivered as my hand lingered on his ass. I could only imagine (and hope) that his _c_o_c_k_ was quivering with the sensation.
"Well you are getting quite red and I can actually feel the heat. We are almost done with this stage of your punishment. Would you like another moment to rest or should I continue?" The entire time I said this my left hand had been copping a feel of that globe of flesh that was Paul's right butt.
"Go ahead.. continue," he said very weakly.
WHACK, WHACK, SMACK, WHACK, SMACK, "oww 16, ouch 17, oowww 18, ooowww 19, ouch 20." These were probably the hardest smacks yet since I was angry at having to move my hand from his ass. During these swats I did not have to pull him into my groin, he was now doing it automatically and I loved it. I did not know how much longer my dick could contain the pressure. I wanted to take my _c_o_c_k_ out of my jeans and jack off all over Paul's red ass. But I refrained since I was not sure what his reaction would be (he was after all a LOT stronger than I was).
"Let's see how warm your ass is now!" And I ran my left hand over his right cheek and then over his left. As my hand trailed down over his left butt, I let my little finger stray into his crack and brush along the hairs there. I heard Paul gasp, as I am sure he felt the intense sensation of this movement along his now very tender bottom. I continued to run my hand down his butt and onto his leg; my sole purpose was to touch his sac with my little finger. As I touched the hairs that outlined his scrotum, he again gasped and started to standup. I immediately put my wandering hand in the middle of his back and said, "We are not done yet! You have 5 more before we get to the extra 20 you earned by having a woody. I was just giving you a rest and trying to determine how much damage I have done. As I said earlier, I want this to be painful but I do not want to seriously hurt you Paul. Do you want me to continue with the last five or could you use a minute to catch your breath?" I asked.
"..give me a minute....please" Paul said with conflicting emotions. He had to be in pain, but it had to feel good to have my hand lightly caressing his butt. His butt was red now (not rosy) and there were just a few spots of white left to be seen. The heat that was rising off of this man's ass was amazing. It really felt good. What I really wanted to do was to rub my _c_o_c_k_ on his ass. I was sure that if my dick touch his butt skin-to-skin, the heat alone would have sent my load flying.
"Okay, take a minute. Here maybe this will help.." And I began to rub my hand tenderly over his butt. Back and forth, up and down. Paul let me rub his ass and in fact he even leaned into it. I did this for at least two minutes and had just about decided to try and get my own dick into my hand when.....
"Okay lets finish this" Paul said hastily.
SMACK, WHACK, SMACK, WHACK, SMACK, "oww 21, ouch 22, oowww 23, ooowww 24, ouch 25" On the last swat, he relaxed his body against mine and I heard him take a big sigh. I held him like this for a minute, afraid to move or to do anything. I wanted to just enjoy the pleasure of his body against mine.
"Stand up Paul. I want to see if you enjoyed the second part of your spanking as much as the first."
Paul very slowly stood and turned around. His hands at his sides (or as close as he could get them due to the size of those incredible lasts) and his head down. Sure enough, there was Paul in all his magnificent glory. His dick was still at attention and the head was throbbing with his heartbeats. It was perhaps a shade darker than before; probably because of all the blood that must be rushing through it.
"Well I see that spanking your ass as hard as I can did not distract from your pleasure. What I am going to do now is to have you bend over my knee and spank your ass with my bare hand, like I would do to a bad little boy." I explained to Paul.
"Come on Randy, that's....humiliating..... " Paul whined.
"Paul if you want to talk about humiliation then lets talk about me spending a night in jail because of you. Talk about humiliation, I am trying to give you a spanking because WE decided that was what you deserved and here you are after 50 swats with a hard-on any man would be proud to have." I said the last bit to let him know that I thought his erection was something to be proud of. It seemed to work because he blushed a little and even smiled. It was obvious that Paul knew he had a thicker than average dick and he was proud of it. No one works on their body as much as he had to and not take pride in what they have.
"Okay, Okay. But I am not sure that having me across your lap is such a good idea. I weight about 200." I bet he did and all of it muscle.
"You have a point there. .. I will sit on the couch, it is lower to the ground and you will support your weight with your arms and legs." I commanded.
I then moved to the sofa and got into position. Paul walked over to me, his _c_o_c_k_ bouncing as he moved. He looked at me like "are you really going to make me do this" and I said "Lets go".
Paul then leaned over my lap and lowered his massive frame onto my knees. He supported his weight with his arms and legs (which I was very thankful for). Now I was able to feel that massive piece of manhood rubbing against my leg even through my jeans. I was sure Paul was not going to take much of this so I began right away. I placed my left hand on his back which was solid muscle and positioned my right hand on his sore bottom.
SMACK, WHACK, SMACK, WHACK, SMACK, "one, ouch two, oowww three, ooowww four, ouch five" The feel of my hand hitting his ass while his _c_o_c_k_ rubbed against my leg was incredible. I aimed for the few remaining white spots; instead of aiming for the really red portions of his butt. I did not want him going home with bruises to explain to his wife.
SMACK, WHACK, SMACK, WHACK, SMACK, "six , ouch seven, oowww eight, ooowww nine, ouch ten" I stopped and rubbed my hands on his ass. He was slowly thrusting his hips forward as I rubbed my hands up and down the curves of his posterior.
"I....don't know..... how much longer..... I can....hold out" Paul cried in a small voice "so....I suggest....you get..... this..... over..... with".
"I think you can support your own weight for another minute." I said, but part of me was wondering if he was speaking of another load that he was not sure how long he could hold.
SMACK, rub, WHACK, rub, SMACK, rub, WHACK, rub, SMACK, rub, "11, ouch 12, oowww 13, ooowww 14, ouch 15," I alternated spanking Paul's ass with rubbing his ass. The heat that was being generated from his flesh was amazing. SMACK, rub, WHACK, SMACK, rub, WHACK, rub, SMACK, rub, "ooww 16, aahhh 17, aaahhh 18, oooohhhh 19, aaaagggghhh 20."
The last few noises from Paul did not sound anything like sounds of pain. Once I had delivered the final spanking, Paul immediately jumped up and put his left hand on my shoulder to balance himself. I was at eye level for that perfect piece of man-steel as he leaned on me to support his weight.
"Well Paul looks like you still have your erection.....so I guess it's another 20 spankings for you." I mischievously announced.
"No way. That's it. I'm done....I can not hold......I can't take any more!" Paul exclaimed with a very worried look on his face.
"I don't think so..." I said as I reached out and grabbed his dick with my right hand. Talk about hard, it was like holding a metal pipe with a thin layer of skin. I could feel it pulsing in my hand. This is what I had been waiting for; I finally had Paul's meat in my hand. I began to pull it towards me as if I was going to force him across my lap. He pulled back, I pulled forward, He pulled back, and I pulled forward – all this time I was rubbing my own crotch with my left hand.
"P L E A S E ..... Let go," Paul begged.
"I think you can last one more round," I responded.
" Randy, you don't understand....I am going ....I can't hold...." Paul stammered as I continued to manipulate his member.
" A A A A A G G G G G H H H H H H " Paul cried out throwing his head back and his hips thrusted forward as I watched in totally amazement and delight as his balls disappeared into the thickness of his massive _c_o_c_k_ and he shot his wad across the room. I kid you not! His first shot of cum went 5, if not 6, feet across the room and hit the glass doors of the fireplace. I heard it hit with a wet "thwmp" (to this day I wonder how far it would have flown if allowed to continue on its flight). It was like holding onto a hose when you first turn the water on and you can feel the water pulse through; well I was feeling the same sensation as I held onto Paul's hose. His second and third shot landed on the stones in front of the hearth.
"YES! YES!!!" Paul continued to scream out as his fourth and fifth wad of cum landed on the carpet 2-3 feet in front of him.
"OH god, Oh god" he uttered in a husky, spent voice; his head still back and his eyes closed.
I continued to milk this marvelously thick, rare steak in my hands as three more wads of cum oozed out of the pink, mushroom shaped head and onto my hand. Keeping my hand gripped tight around Paul's _c_o_c_k_, I reached up with my thumb and very gently rubbed his cum around the head and opening of his man hose(which I knew would be very sensitive and tender). He practically jumped straight into the air. If I did not have such a good grip, he would have gotten loose.
"??What are you doing??" Paul asked with amazement and confusion in his voice as he finally opened his eyes and realized that I was still holding his most private part in my hand.
"I am making sure that you finished," I said with a grin.
"I'm so sorry Randy..... I tried to....tried to warn you...." Paul stammered while I continued to play with the lubrication on the tip of his penis. He no longer tried to pull away; instead he was leaning into it. He was thrusting his dick towards me and he was still hard as a rock. I, in the meantime, had shot my own load (yes in my pants – like you would've been able to hold off any longer).
I decided not to take it any farther; although I wondered if I could actually get him to cum again . This was an awful lot for the both of us to absorb (pun intended) in one day. I stopped stimulating his dickhead and then something really astonishing happened. Paul lowered himself onto his knees in front of me, leaned forward and gave me a hug. He put his arms around me and put his head on my shoulder. I instinctively place my arms around him; boy did he have big shoulders!
"Thanks Randy," he whispered in my ear.
"Your welcome" I replied; trying to sound cool, calm, and collected (which I was not).
"I really mean it. I....I deserved that..... And that was the most incredible thing I have ever experienced" and with that he hugged me again (almost breaking my ribs). All I could do was watch as he stood up and prepared to get dressed.
"Wait! you can not go home like that. Let's go into the bathroom and get you cleaned up." Paul followed me into the bathroom. I got a wash cloth and turned on the warm water. I got the cloth wet and reached out to clean off his glistening penis which was only at half-mast but still a considerable thick and impressive piece of manhood. As I wrapped the cloth around his _c_o_c_k_, he closed his eyes and sighed. I moved the wash rag around and under his dick. I used this moment to fondle his balls as I washed them off. I was watching his face closely and it was very apparent that he was enjoying the sensation of having his tool washed. Paul suddenly opened his eyes and reached out and took the cloth from me.
"I better do that myself," Paul said somewhat reluctantly.
While he finished cleaning himself off, I got out some Aloe Vera lotion and put some on my hands.
"What is that for?" Paul asked.
"You don't want to have your wife see that you've been spanked like a bad little boy?"
"No!"
"Well then let me rub this on you and it will help the redness go away," I explained. Paul turned around to give me one last view and feel of that fantastic butt. He allowed me to rub the lotion onto his buns for about a minute before he pulled away stating that was enough and he had to get going. Paul left the bathroom and got dress.
Before he got out the door, I said, "Paul wait..... I want you to know that this wipes the slate clean between us. I hope we are friends?!"
"Thanks Randy that means a lot to me. I'll give you a call soon and we'll get together," Paul said looking me in the eyes with a smile on his face.
"Like what!?!" I asked with a _s_h_i_t_-eating grin.
"Like going to a Cardinals game, out for a drink,...." Paul said, "..or something."
I hope it will be something!