After about 15 minutes, Paul was ready to go again. He said, “so, I’ll sit on your face so you can eat me out for a while first.”
Who was this person? Haha. I was living an alternate reality, really.
He was directing this movie, and I was just an actor. He got up, straddled me, and landed his ass right on my face. I didn’t have time to protest. Before I knew it, my tongue was in my best friend’s hole, and he was grinding into my face.
It was intense, but I was into it. He was even more so, and he continued for a solid 20 minutes. Then, he got up, laid on his stomach, and ordered, “ok, stick it in me.”
He didn’t even ask for lube, so I didn’t use any of the Vaseline. I just did exactly what he asked, and stuck it in him. He didn’t make any noise at all, he just laid there and took it. I wasn’t sure if he was enjoying it or not, but I sure was. His asshole felt like silk. I knew I would not last long. I asked him, “where do you want me to cum?” He replied, “in my ass, where do think?”
I wanted to be sure. This guy was filled with surprises. So, I busted in him, and it was very intense.
He rolled over and asked me if I was ready to be fucked. I knew it was a rhetorical question, so I just asked him how he wanted me.
He said, “you know I want you missionary.”Right. How could I forget?
I got into position and he just mounted me without any kind of hesitation. I was still loosened up from the dicking he gave me with the dildo just a bit ago, so I took him pretty easily, even though he was a lot bigger than the dildo.
He went to town on my ass, and was nosier as a top than a bottom. He told me to open my mouth, and he spit in it. I found that really hot, and I became really turned on by it, so he did it a bunch more times. I had his spit all over my face, but I loved it.
After a few minutes he grunted really loudly and pumped his load into me.
Next, Paul directed that we shower, so into the bathroom we went. He told me to get in there and kneel because he was going to “hose me down first.”
He was always into using his cock as a fire hose. He loved pissing on things, so this actually didn’t surprise me too much. He started pissing on my face and in my hair, then on my chest and the rest of me. Yet again, he directed, “open your mouth,” and he started pissing directly into my mouth. At first it was spilling out the sides, and he didn’t like that. He told me, “swallow it, or I won’t let you drink it next time!”
Jesus Christ! This was a lot more than I signed up for…
I closed my mouth around his cock because it was the only way I could figure to swallow his piss without losing half of it. He approved of that, and kept going until he was empty. Then he told me to open my mouth, and he shook off his dick inside it. For good measure, then he spit in mouth and on my face again.
I thought about how much DNA we were sharing at that moment. It gave me the chills, but in a good way.
He pulled me up, and we showered off. We got dressed and went downstairs, out onto the patio and sat down with two cans of Coke like nothing just happened.
My parents came home about a half hour later, and asked, “what’s up guys, are you ready to eat?”
What the fuck just happened?! Paul and I looked at one another, and then at my parents and being the wiseass that he was, Paul answered, “yes, please. We worked up quite an appetite somehow.”
My father lit the grill and we went right back to business as usual at the beach…
