It was hard to believe but I was on my way over to Paul's house. I was as nervous as I was excited. It had been a little over 3 months since I had gotten to spank him and now I was on my way for what I hoped was another crack at his beautiful bottom. I had tried a few times to initiate getting together but our schedules had never worked out. What I found especially exciting was that Paul had called me. His wife was out of town for the weekend with the kids; and he wanted my help in finishing the basement or as he had put it "Lending me a hand in the basement....". It was more than just a hand that I wanted to give this stud of manhood.
Paul answered the door wearing gym shorts, a short sleeve T-shirt, and work-boots with white socks. He looked like one of those college guys you see doing light construction work. Paul invited me in and offered me a beer. Since I was still fighting some nervousness, I decided to have one. Paul got one for me and another for himself. This was obviously not his first beer. I would guess that he had at least one if not two before I got there. I was wearing a T-shirt, sweatpants, and tennis shoes.
We proceeded to do the small talk while we drank the beers. Paul finished his before me and asked if I wanted another one. I decided against it; especially if we had work to do in the basement. I told him once we were finished I would take him up on his offer. I finished my beer and say "Let's get this show on the road."
I followed him into the basement and yes checked out his ample behind on the way. The gym shorts he wore were the gray loose fitting kind. The kind that has a tendency to cling to your body and let me tell you it outlined his posterior rather nicely. I felt myself getting hard just imagining what he did (or did not) have on under those gym short.
As it turned out, we only had to hang the remaining dozen or so panels of the drop ceiling. I think Paul could have probably done the work by himself, but it was easier working together. In fact, I enjoyed myself. It was nice working together. It was male bonding that allowed us to play with the physical bonding that I was hoping would follow. Paul would climb up on the step ladder and I would hand him the pieces or tools that he needed.
At one point, one of the braces came loose and he had to hold the ceiling in place while I joined him on the ladder and reconnected the joints. We had to stand facing each other with our bodies pressed against each other. Paul's arms were up over his head holding the braces in place while I worked to screw them back together. It was difficult for me not to notice how Paul smelled. This might sound strange but I could smell the beer on his breath but what was really noticeable was the musky male scent about him. He had not shaved that morning (I could tell by the whiskers on his face) and there was no aftershave smell. I found myself pressing up against his body as much for support as for desire. I wanted to grab his ass and pull his groin into mine but instead I looked him in the eyes and said "So do you come here often?"
Paul started laughing and we almost lost ¼ of the ceiling; but we were able to compose ourselves and finish the job in another 20 minutes or so.
After we finished in the basement, we got a couple more beers from the downstairs refrigerator and Paul invited me to stay and watch some of the Ram's football game. He had a big screen TV in the basement and liked watching the games on it. We carried on some more miscellaneous small talk and discussed the game but nothing to indicate that he wanted to repeat his experience of a few months ago.
At half time, I decided to try and force the conversation. I told him that I probably should get going. He quickly turned off the television and asked if I could stay for 1 more beer he had something he wanted to discuss. My heart jumped and so did my _c_o_c_k_. He went and got us both another beer. Paul handed me one and took a long swig off of his fresh beer. This would be my 4th beer and I guessed his 5th or 6th. I knew I had a decent buzz going and was sure Paul had one as well.
"Okay shoot. What do you want to talk about?" I asked as warm and friendly as I could which was not too difficult with the buzz and the image of what I was hoping to do to this man's ass.
".. It is about....well....I was wondering....would you be willing ?????" Paul stammered and stuttered. I was pretty sure I knew what he wanted but to continue it was important for him to be able to vocalize what he wanted.
I decided to try and make it a little bit easier for him by providing him with an opening, "Come on Paul! spit it out. After having cum practically in my face, I would think you could ask me anything."
Paul looked at me with a mixture of relief and embarrassment on his face and said, "I wanted to know if you were okay with what we did a few months ago. I mean are you weirded out by what happened?"
"Weirder-out!?!? No way Paul. I found it totally exciting and fun," and to make it seem more matter of fact I added, "we used to do that kind of stuff in the fraternity all the time!" Which wasn't true but I was hoping it would make Paul feel more relaxed. " Why are you?" I challenged.
"Well..... to be truthful....., part of me is freaked out by the whole thing; but.. ..then .....another part of me can not stop thinking about it." Paul explained.
"Can you explain a little bit more?"
Paul then told me how for a few weeks afterwards he had a lot of guilt about what had happened. He was embarrassed about his reactions but he admitted (reluctantly) that he also enjoyed what we had done. We talked about it and I told him I did not think it was a big deal. That we had just been two guys doing guy stuff. (Okay so I was down playing the whole event, but I there was no way I wanted to scare him off.)
"Paul, it was a very hot session and I think we both got caught up in the moment." I said as I tried to be nonchalant.
"Yeah easy for you to say; you did not cum all over the place." Paul defended his embarrassment.
"What do you mean I did not cum? I think you were too busy setting a new world record in shooting distance to notice. " Paul looked at me with confusion and pride.
"What do you mean?" Paul asked.
"I mean you shot half way across my family room. If that is not a world record, then it has to be some kind of record." I replied to his question.
Paul turned a slight crimson and said, "Yeah that was probably the most intense ....yeah it was kind of amazing. But what I don't understand is your comment about cumming. When did you cum?"
So I explained to Paul that when I had grabbed hold of his dick and started pumping that I had been so excited that I had cum in my pants. He seemed very relieved to hear this.
"So you came in your pants?" Paul teased.
"Sure go ahead rub it in or is that my job?" I said making a joke in reference to rubbing his cum into the head of his _c_o_c_k_. We talked for awhile about what had happened and how I thought that there was nothing to feel guilty about.
"What I was....wondering. is....would you ....want??" Paul tried to complete his question.
"Paul just spit it out. What do you want to know?" I asked.
"Okay, Okay. I want to know if you would be interested in doing it again." Paul blurted out.
"Doing what again? Exactly what did you have in mind." I said with a very big grin on my face and a woody in my pants.
Paul took a long swig of his beer and then looked me in the eyes and said, "I would like to do it all again. That orgasm I had was the most intense one of my life and I can not stop thinking about it. I want to have that feeling again. I want to know if that was a one time sensation or if it is possible to repeat. Don't get me wrong! I love my wife and we have good _s_e_x_; but what I experienced with you a couple of months ago was different. It was scary and amazing at the same time..... So....what do you think?" Paul was practically breathless as he said all of this without stopping or pausing. It was obvious that he had put some thought into this little speech.
"I admit that I did enjoy the experience but I think to make it work there has to be the sense of control. What I mean is that I have to be in total control. What I say has to go. If not then I don't think it will work." I countered to Paul.
"I'm nervous as hell; but I have to tell you the whole idea makes me as horny as hell." Paul stated.
"Okay then let's do it. Like before I want you to strip to your underwear and stand in front of me." I commanded.
Paul practically jumped up off the sofa where we had been sitting and removed his shirt giving me an excellent view of that marvelously massive and hairy chest. As he pulled the shirt over his head I noticed that he looked firmer, more toned than last time. I bet he had been working out in anticipation of showing off his body to me again. I was starting to wonder how much of an exhibitionist Paul was. He removed his shoes and socks and then lowered his gym-shorts to his ankles. He did not have on underwear; instead he was wearing a jock. As he stepped out of his shorts, I could see that the pouch was full with his meat. He was not fully erected but he was definitely aroused. I commanded him to come over and stand in front of me. I just looked up and down his body. It was as magnificent as ever. He looked great in the jock. I could imagine myself as the coach and him as the star athlete that required some discipline for his _c_o_c_k_y attitude. I once again caught the smell of his musky scent. It smelled of his _s_e_x_ as it surrounded his body and concentrated around his crotch.
"Paul do you realize that you have a great body?" I asked while I stared directly at his _c_o_c_k_.
"Thank you!" he replied and ever so slightly leaned his crotch towards my face.
"Paul the proper response is Yes sir!" I countered. "As I said, do you realize that you have a great body?" I asked again this time a little bit more forcefully.
"Yes sir!" he responded and as he did so I notice the faintest of twitches in his jock pouch. I was not sure whether Paul was once again getting turned on by being told what to do or because he liked to have his body complimented.
"Turn around!" I command.
As he turned, I once again was able to see that firm buttock. Each globe was smooth and rounded. I could not help myself this time as I reached up with both hands and place one hand on each cheek. I slowly and gently began to massage his ass. I could hear the quickening of his breath telling me that he liked me playing with his ass. This time I was not going to hold back or worry what Paul thought of my actions. After all, he had asked for this.
"Paul do you like this?" I asked as I gripped each cheek with my hands and applied some pressure.
"..Yes.." he said.
SMACK! WHACK! I hit each ass cheek as hard as I could with my hand. He jumped a little on the first swat but actually leaned into the second one. I think I had found myself a spankophile.
"Paul, no lies or half-truths this time. Do you like me touching your ass? And address me as sir."
"Yes Sir, Yes I do. It feels......good." he replied.
I then had him bend over and place his hands on the coffee table. This time I was going to take my time and do exactly what I wanted with this hunk of male flesh before me. I stood up and got right behind him.
"Spread your legs a little bit apart!" Paul did so at once. I then began to run both hands over his smooth butt. I was definitely hard and wanted him to know so I pressed my crotch up against his ass. He would have to have no sensation in his lower body not to feel my hard-on through the material of my sweatpants and briefs.
"Let's start with a little warm up here." I said.
SMACK! WHACK! SMACK! WHACK! Grunt, groan, Ow, Ouch! SMACK! SMACK! WHACK! WHACK! oohh, ouch, ow, groan!
I slapped each side of his bubble butt four times dead center with my hand. I felt my dick throb as each hit cause his buttock to jiggle, my hand to sting, and Paul to vocalize his pain. As I rubbed my hand around on his butt, I asked, "You like that don't you?"
"uh huh" was the only sound he made. So I reached between his legs and moved the jock pouch only enough to get to his balls (his _c_o_c_k_ was still confined). I grabbed a hold of his sac and gently but firmly began to squeeze and pull on his nuts. I could feel the hairs on his sac on my fingers as I continued to play with him. This caused him to move around a bit; in fact, he moved his legs farther apart and lift his ass a bit higher in the air. Paul was really starting to enjoy this.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! oohh, moan, groan, Ouch! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! oohh, ouch, ow, groan!
Four more quick spankings with my hand. This time I alternated between his cheeks, but I again aimed for the center of each globe of flesh. I was concentrating on one spot on each cheek to maximize the sensation. Now my hand was beginning to tingle and I knew I was going to have to use an instrument to get Paul to reach the level that he needed. So once again I rubbed his ass and then reached between his legs to play with his balls. They were pulled up close to his _c_o_c_k_ and I had to tug a bit to get them somewhat pliable.
"Paul so since you have been thinking about this for awhile, have you any special fantasies you want to play out?" I asked.
"Well..... I....." Paul started to stutter and stammers. So I gave his balls a much firmer squeeze and commanded, "Paul no beating around the bush! no lies! I want the truth!" I emphasized my seriousness by punctuating my command with a firm tug on his nuts.
"Okay! Okay! I have had a fantasy or two. One of those was with me in a jock and you having me lean over the step ladder as you whipped my ass with a paddle." Paul confessed.
"Well I can see we have the jock!" I said as I snapped the strap on his left leg. "I can see we have the step ladder, very convenient of you to have left it out; but what I don't see is a paddle. Do you have that lying around somewhere?" "If you look under the cushion on the sofa, I think you will find something." Paul admitted.
I was really interested and excited. Paul had obviously put some thought and planning into this. I did not have to worry about whether he wanted me to spank him or not. He was practically begging for it. I looked under the cushion and found a leather paddle. Now where in the world did Paul get a leather paddle, I wondered. So I asked him.
"I was in Chicago on a business trip 2 weeks ago and saw it in a novelty shop. When I saw it all the feelings and sensations of what we did last time came back to me. I had to have that paddle. I want to get it so you could use it." Paul said this with the sound of relief in his voice.
"So what do you want me to do with this thing?" I asked to tease him.
"You know." Paul said. Now the whole time this conversation had been going on he had stayed in his position bent over the coffee table with his naked ass in the air. The rosy spots on his bottom were beginning to fade.
"I think I have an idea of what you want; just to be sure, I want you to tell me." As I said this I slapped the paddle into the palm of my hand. CRACK!! Paul flinched at the sound.
"I want you to spank me." Paul said.
"Is that all?" I asked. CRACK! again I slapped the paddle into the palm of my hand. Again Paul flinched at the sound.
"I want you to spank me with the paddle while I lay over the step ladder. Once my butt is nice and red, I want you to put me over your knee and spank me some more, and then......"
CRACK! OW! This time I spanked his ass dead center with the paddle, "and then what!!"
"..and then I want....I want you to ....want you to grab my dick and beat me off like you did last time!" that last part Paul said as fast as he could.
"So you really want me to spank you with this paddle?" I said as I rubbed the leather paddle around his butt, up and down the back of his legs, and in between this legs on his inner thighs, and finally up along his crotch.
"Y e s" was all he said.
"Okay, then lets get to it!" I said, "stand up and turn around!"
Paul stood and faced me. I had to stop from laughing because there he was this hunk of man with his nuts hanging out the bottom of his jock and his _c_o_c_k_ head straining to peek out the top. "Why don't I just get rid of the jock?" I said as I reached forward and slowly pulled them down to his ankles. I would have gasped out loud if I had not already had a chance to see this man's tool. I was again overwhelmed with the sheer perfection of its shape and size. I had to be the fattest piece of dick I had ever seen and it was shaped perfectly for his solid body frame. It was not too long, it was probably just a little shorter than my own _c_o_c_k_ so I would have to say it was 6 inches but it had to be 5.5 to 6 inches in circumference (the reason I say that is I have a dick which is 6.5 x 4.5, yes I have measured myself – like you reading this haven't measured yourself) and there was no question that Paul's dick was a lot thicker than mine. The head of his _c_o_c_k_ was bigger than the shaft by enough that made it look like the proverbial mushroom on a stick.
"Paul, I have to tell you that is really one impressive piece of meat you have there. If I didn't know better, I would swear you have discovered some kind of weight lifting program to make your dick bigger." Paul did not say anything so I told him to put his hands behind his head and to keep them there until I told him to move them. With his hands behind his head, I was again impressed with the size of his lat muscles. They spread like wings from the side of his frame. I reached forward and grabbed his _c_o_c_k_ and gave it a tug. "Come with me!"
I lead him over to the step ladder. It had three steps and then the top rung which you are not supposed to step on. I had Paul position himself so that he was bent over the top but to do this so that his ass was positioned where I wanted it; Paul had to stand on tip toe and reach down the back of the ladder for support. This of course made his glut muscles tighten a bit and this made his perfect ass pimple slightly on the sides. Also, his hard-on was jutting out under the ladder which allowed me to stand to the side for a quick look at the condition of his rock hard dick. Paul was in a totally vulnerable position. This was a sight any spanker would pay to see; nevertheless, have the opportunity to get their hands on. I stood there for a minute just appreciating this marvelous slab of male ass that I was going to get to spank. As I stared, I found myself playing with myself. I wanted to jack off on this man's ass; but first I wanted it red and hot. Without any warning:
CRACK! SMACK! CRACK! SMACK! CRACK! WHACK! SMACK! CRACK! SMACK! WHACK! OOHH, MOAN, GROAN, OUCH! OW! OUCH! OW! OUCH! OUCH!
WHACK! CRACK! WHACK! CRACK! CRACK! WHACK! SMACK! CRACK! SMACK! WHACK! OW! OOHH, OW! OUCH, OW! GROAN! OUCH! OUCH! OW! OW!
I had planned to give him ten spankings with the paddle but I was so caught up in the moment I gave him much more. I did not know whether I had given him 20 or 30; but his ass was a solid rosy color with some spots of red. I was not sure how hard to swing the paddle but I was determined to find out how much mr. muscles here could take. I reached under the ladder and played with his _c_o_c_k_ and balls. His scrotum was pulled up into his body and this made it easy to run my hand over his entire member and play with the hairs around his _c_o_c_k_ and on his balls.
"Paul as it looks to me you are once again enjoying yourself." I emphasized with a tug on his dick.
"Yes sir!" was his only response.
"Paul I think you have been very bad lately and need to be taught a lesson. I think I should give you 20 more with the paddle!"
"YES sir, I have been bad and need to be spanked and spanked hard!" Paul said with his eyes closed and a mixed look of pleasure and pain on his face.
I was dumbfounded. It sounded like he was asking me to spank him even harder.
CRACK! SMACK! CRACK! SMACK! CRACK! WHACK! SMACK! CRACK! SMACK! WHACK! OOHH, MOAN, GROAN, OUCH! OW! OUCH! OW! OUCH! OUCH!
I rubbed my hand along his ass and tickled his crack hairs with my fingers. "Boy your starting to get a little bit of heat in those cheeks. Just a few more and it's over my knee for your ass!!"
WHACK! CRACK! WHACK! CRACK! CRACK! WHACK! SMACK! CRACK! SMACK! WHACK! OW! OOHH, OW! OUCH, OW! GROAN! OUCH! OUCH! OW! OW!
WHACK! CRACK! WHACK! CRACK! CRACK! WHACK! SMACK! CRACK! SMACK! WHACK! OW! OOHH, OW! OUCH, OW! GROAN! OUCH! OUCH! OW! OW!
Paul's ass was a very solid shade of red now.
This time I put the paddle down to allow me the use of both hands. I placed one hand on each cheek and slowly rubbed in circular motions. I then bent over and place my face right next to his butt. Yes that musky smell was there and stronger than before. I used my hands to gently spread his ass and then blew very gently on his anus and along his crack.
"OH MY GOD!!" Paul exclaimed, "that incredible!"
At this time, I decided he probably did not have much longer to hold out so I had him come over to the couch and lay across my lap. Now this was different than last time since his weigh was being support by the couch. This position did not put his ass in the ideal spanking position but it did have his dick rubbing against my leg, and my own dick was now pressed against his body.
SMACK! SMACK! WHACK! SMACK! SMACK! WHACK! OOHH, GROAN, OUCH! OW! OUCH! YES! SMACK! SMACK! WHACK! SMACK! SMACK! WHACK! OOHH, GROAN, YES!! OW! OUCH! YES!
Twelve swats with my hand. Three on the right, three on the left, three on the right, three on the left. After each swat, I would rub and fondle his beautiful butt. He was beginning to thrust his hips now and this was applying more pressure to his dick. I thought it would be a good time to take a short break. I told Paul to stand up for a minute that I was getting hot with all this exertion. Once Paul was off my lap, I stood and removed my shoes and pulled off my sweat pants and shirt. So now I have on only my white socks and white boxer-brief underwear. Boxer-briefs are not the ideal choice of under garment to hide a 6.5 inch erection. But it was not my intention to hide it. I wanted Paul to see my hard dick. I wanted him to know that I was excited and aroused by this session as much as he was. I noticed Paul looking at my crotch with a satisfying grin.
"Yes Paul I have a boner and if your not careful I'm going to spank your ass with it!"
I returned to the couch and had Paul position himself across my lap. This time my erection was stretching the fabric in front and Paul deliberately pushed his _c_o_c_k_ into mine while he was adjusting his position. Once in position his _c_o_c_k_ was like a piece of granite on my bare thigh and my dick was pressing like a spear into his side. This was not going to be able to continue much longer without an explosion of male fluids.
SMACK! SMACK! WHACK! SMACK! SMACK! OOHH, YES!!! OW! OUCH! YES! SMACK! SMACK! WHACK! SMACK! SMACK! OOHH, YES!! OW! OUCH! YES!
Ten more spankings with my hand against his already red ass. Each swat was answered by a thrust of his hips. This would cause his _c_o_c_k_ to rub along my legs and my boner to be rubbed along his body. I told him to stand up and get in front of me. I was now at eye level with his thick dick of wonder. "Lets see if we can get anything to happen here." I said as I took hold of his dick and began to slowly pump Paul's penis.
"Oh god! Randy that feels so good. Yes, Yes, please don't stop!" I got the idea that Paul was going to really let himself enjoy the sensation this time so I decided to try and make it even better than last time. I continued to stroke for another minute and then I bent his _c_o_c_k_ down gently until the head was pointed at my mouth and I slowly pulled him towards my lips. When that monstrous meat was less than an inch away, I licked the head of his member. "OOHHH Yeah, that feels good. P l e a s e do that again." Paul begged.
"I think you will have to earn that sensation. How many swats on your ass are you will to take to get me to lick your dick again?"
"10 Sir"
Paul practically jumped into my lap and got into position.
SMACK! SMACK! WHACK! SMACK! SMACK! OOHH, YES!!! OW! YES!! YES! SMACK! SMACK! WHACK! SMACK! SMACK! OOHH, YES!! YES!! OUCH! YES!
When I was done with the ten, Paul got up without being told and stood with his boner in my face. So I slowly lick Paul from his balls to the head of his _c_o_c_k_. I ran my tongue around the ridge of his head and into his slit.
"ooh yeah, ooh yeah" was all Paul could say. He was totally lost to the pleasure and I was not sure how much longer he could hold out. So I put the head of his _c_o_c_k_ slowly into my mouth and proceeded to suck him like I would a Popsicle. His dick was thick and juice with my saliva and I was glad that it was not too long as I was able to get about half (probably 3 inches) into my mouth. I sucked his meat very hard as I slowly withdrew my mouth from his dick. I lingered a little longer on his smooth crimson head. " OOOhhhh gooddd. OOOHHHH GGGOOOOD. That's it! that's what I want, that's what I need. Suck me! P l e a s e s u c k m e!"
"Paul I am willing to suck your dick but first we have to agree to the number of swats your butt will receive for you to have that pleasure. I was think maybe 100!?!" The look on his face was priceless. His bottom was very tender now, we both knew that he could only stand for another 20, maybe 30, before he lost it.
"Okay, Okay, maybe a 100 is too many. You tell me Paul: How much more can you take?" I asked.
"I can last another 20 or 30 before..... well before you know what." he replied.
"Okay 30 it is. If you can last 30 more swats without blowing your wad, then I will give you a blowjob; however, if you lose it before the 30 swats, then you have to suck my dick. Deal!?"
Paul hesitated at the though of possibly having to have my dick in his mouth so to incite him I once again took as much of his dick into my mouth as I could. I sucked and licked for about 15 seconds and then withdrew.
"Okay, Okay, it's a deal!" Paul stated hurriedly.
He was back over my lap in a flash. But this time he position his erection behind my leg so that the tender underbelly of his member would not rub against my leg. He also support more of his weight on the couch with his arms and legs. He was trying to better the odds for not loosing control.
SMACK! SMACK! WHACK! SMACK! SMACK! OOHH, GROAN, OUCH! OW! OUCH! YES! WHACK! WHACK! SMACK! WHACK! SMACK! OOHH, GROAN, YES!! OW! OUCH! YES!
"Ten!"
SMACK! SMACK! WHACK! SMACK! SMACK! OOHH, GROAN, OUCH! OW! OUCH! YES! WHACK! WHACK! SMACK! WHACK! SMACK! OOHH, GROAN, YES!! OW! OUCH! YES!
"Twenty!" His ass practically glowed like an ember.
SMACK! SMACK! WHACK! SMACK! SMACK! OOHH, GROAN, OUCH! OW! OUCH! YES! WHACK! WHACK! SMACK! WHACK! SMACK! OOHH, GROAN, YES!! OW! OUCH! YES!
"Thirty!" Paul's ass was a solid shade of red and I could feel heat raising off his flesh.
Paul was up off my lap and had his hands on my head before I knew what was happening. I quickly grabbed his dick and put it in my mouth and started to suck while he began to thrust his hips and face _f_u_c_k_ed me. I placed both hands very gingerly on his butt and slowly began to caress and massage his bruised behind. As I was now stimulating both his _c_o_c_k_ and his butt, the thrusting of his hips became more and more intense. As he increased his thrusting, I increased the groping and pressure on his ass.
"ooh god, this is soo good, ooh god I can not hold it" Paul cried out. I then grabbed his _c_o_c_k_ with my right hand (while keeping my left hand on his right cheek) by the base of his penis and squeezed as hard as I could hoping to forestall the inevitable. As I applied pressure to keep him from shooting his wad, I focused my sucking to the head of his dick. I was squeezing, sucking and licking and Paul had his head back, his eyes closed, his hips were thrusting and he looked ready. As soon as I notice the first evidence of pre-cum, I quickly stood up (yes I took his _c_o_c_k_ out of my mouth first) and turned him around so that he was facing once again towards the coffee table. I was behind him and reached around and began stroking his engorged member. My dick was still confined by my briefs but my erection was planted right between his two ass cheeks. I am sure he felt me there because he clenched his butt and applied warmth and pressure to my own _c_o_c_k_. He reached around behind himself and grabbed part of my ass with each hand and pulled me into him.
"Okay Paul lets shoot that baby across the room!" I whispered in his ear. That was all it took, with one final thrust he leaned back into me and with a loud moan shot over the coffee table and onto the floor (now I don't think this was the same distance Paul had reached the first time but it was very impressive). He continued to shoot four or five more times, each wad was launched with a moan or a groan from Paul.
Spent Paul fell onto the coffee table. His knees were on the floor, his chest and arms where sprawled out on the table. I was not going to miss my chance this time. I quickly removed my underwear and knelt in between Paul's legs. I began spanking my monkey at the same time I was rubbing it on his red, hot ass. Whether Paul was okay with this or not, at the moment I did not care, and he was still too dazed to react. It only took about ten stroked before I shot my own load onto his back and ass with a load groan of my own. Having spent myself, I collapsed on top of Paul. We stayed like that for about five minutes just enjoying the sensation of the moment.
Paul was the first to stir. I realize that my dick which was now only half hard was position along his crack. My cum had been rubbed into my chest hairs and his back. We managed to untangle ourselves and get cleaned up, got ourselves another beer each, and watched the rest of the football game (the Ram's lost of course).
As I was leaving, I said "Any time you have a fantasy you want to tryout, just give me a call!"
"Count on it," was all he said.