Barry trailed a spoonful of ice cream down the centre of Paul's body, across his stomach, and into his navel … He kissed each of Paul's breasts and sucked his nips hard, then followed the line of ice cream down Paul's body, sucking and licking as he went… 'TO ME!' He screamed and abruptly Barry was inside Paul … He leant over, released Paul's hands, and pulled him upright so he was practically sitting on him … Barry nuzzled Paul's neck, biting down, as he flexed his hips, deliciously slowly, filling him again and again. Paul smiled against Barry's neck, and his fingers curled around his jaw and throat, holding Barry fast for a moment.
Paul thought to himself "This feels different from the last time—so carnal, so … necessary." Barry caressed Paul's flabby arse with his long brown fingered hands. Paul was helpless, trussed up and pressed into the mattress, at Barry's mercy - of Paul's own free will. He hit him again, slightly to the side, and again, the other side, and then paused slowly as he peeled his Y-fronts down and pulled them off. Barry gently trailed his palm across Paul's behind again before continuing the spanking. Paul surrendered himself to the rhythm of blows, absorbing each one, savouring each one … he moaned loudly as his body took over, Paul kept orgasming, convulsing around his fingers. Eventually he exploded in a white gooey mess of Chuckle jism. Barry was covered from head to toe. "OH DEAR, OH DEAR." Paul said to himself.
END OF PART ONE.
