Date: Thu, 19 Dec 2002 23:39:37 -0800 (PST)
From: paddleme77@yahoo.com
Subject: Betting Your Ass

This is a story that contains descriptions of gay sex
and paddling/spanking between two men.  If you are
under 18 or otherwise prohibited to read this story,
pease do not go any further.

Betting Your Ass

	My college roommate and I discovered early in our
first semester that we had a lot in common.  It was
the first time in our lives when we were away from our
parents and our families.  Billy was from Stonewall,
Mississippi, near Meridian, and I was from Montgomery,
Alabama.  We had gone to a small liberal arts college
in the Smokey Mountains of Tennessee and had been
assigned a dorm room together.  Alcohol was easy for
freshmen to get especially when you pledged a
fraternity like we did.  One night during rush week we
got very drunk stumbled back to our room and ended up
having great sex.  Neither of us considered ourselves
gay, at least not at this point in our lives.  But
instead of acting like nothing happened, we talked
about it and decided that we had never had that much
fun having sex with anyone else, but also decided to
keep our little sexual experimentation between us,
especially if we were going to join a
hyper-heterosexual fraternity.
	The other thing that we learned after we joined the
same fraternity was that we like getting our butts
whacked with those frat paddles, during our
initiation.  They never paddled us much just a few
whacks here and there.  We shared with each other how
we had enjoyed being paddled by the coaches at the
private high schools that we had both attended.  It
was after our college experience when we were
confident gay men that we got together for a little
one-on-one paddling session.
	We had separated for grad school, Billy to law school
at the University of Alabama and me to the Auburn
University for business school. We occasionally got
together during that time, though we continued to have
other boyfriends and paddling remained just between
the two of us as part of our foreplay.  It wasn't
until we got out of grad school that we dreamed up a
betting game for a private paddling party between us.
The annual Auburn-Alabama game was the time of our
party.  Billy's parents had died during his time in
law school, and he had returned to Stonewall to live
in the old family mansion.  The house was stone with
columns in front and a large stone veranda in back
with a barbecue pit and a jacuzzi, best of all it was
in the country miles from anyone else.  The house
occupied only by Billy would be the meeting place for
our party.
	I always drove from Jackson, where I was currently
living, to Billy's house.  We always met each other
with a passionate kiss and I would proceed to undress
and walk out to the veranda.  (Billy would already be
in only a chef's apron, because he didn't want to burn
any vital parts firing up the barbecue.) We both kept
a baseball player's physique and played in softball
leagues and went to the batting cages regularly to
keep our swings of the paddle in top form.  Out on the
veranda we would cook steaks and drink beer waiting
for the game to start.  Billy had a large screen TV
that rolled out on the veranda so we could watch the
game there. The rules of the bet were simple:
1) When the opposing team scored, you got paddled that
many licks.
2) If they scored a field goal first then you got
three whacks fast and hard.  If the first score was a
touchdown you got a shot of tequila and then seven
hard and fast.  (The tequila really didn't do that
much but it was a fun addition.)
3) After the first score, the paddling was cumulative
and you were allowed a shot of tequila before each
paddling started.
4) At the end of the game, the loser took the total
number of points scored by both teams (this time
without any fortification).
5) The paddling were always given hard but after the
score began adding up, the speed of the paddling was
slowed some for better effect.
6) After the game was over and the loser took his
punishment, we would share a joint and then eat.
	Those were the rules and this last game was the most
fun we ever had.  I arrived at Billy's and we got
ready for the game to start, that is get naked, sit
back, drink beer, and catch up on each other's lives.
The game started with Alabama scoring a touchdown in
the first minute and made the extra point kick.  Billy
picked up his paddle and began warm up swings.  I
opted not to take a shot of tequila to get the full
impact and bent over ready for my punishment.  Seven
quick hard whacks on my naked ass, counting out each
one.  I took them well, but still had to lay on my
stomach on the lounge chair in front of the TV, while
a cool breezed cooled down my red hot ass.  Billy
slapped my ass and said, "Better luck next time,"
before he sat back down.
	It took to the end of the quarter for Auburn to score
a field goal and hopefully gain some momentum in the
second quarter.  Billy took his three licks like a
champ and checked on the grill before sitting back
down.  I was able to sit at this point and just admire
the perfect bubble butt of his with its bright red
streak across him making it only sexier.  I was
getting horny at this point and it showed as my dick
started to stir, but it soon subsided as the game
started back up.
	Auburn had indeed gotten some momentum and within
three minutes of the game intercepted the ball and ran
it back seventy yards for a TD, but they missed the
extra point.  Billy got up and handed me my paddle
saying, "I'm going to take a shot of tequila for these
six.  Your swing has gotten better since last year."
He walked near me and squeezed my biceps to prove his
point and then he licked my cheek, threw back the
tequila, and bit a lime.  Billy bent over for his
punishment, which I proceeded to gave him nine hard
licks, slow at first and then gave the last three in
rapid succession.  My reprieve I had experienced from
the beginning of the game soon ended as Alabama scored
a few minutes later with another touchdown and now had
fourteen points.  This time I did take a shot of
tequila, because truth be told Billy's swing had
gotten remarkably better as well.  If my ass had been
a baseball, I would have been out of the ballpark.  I
bent over and took my fourteen, which he gave me hard
and slow with time in between each of the hits to
really feel the full force of each whack as the paddle
cracked across my ass.  As before I was unable to sit
back down right away, so I laid on the lounge next to
Billy, who had laid back down on his stomach, having
taken off that apron and allowing me to see that big
beautiful cock of his.  Evidently he had just been
putting on a brave front when he had sat back down
before and the stinging was getting to him also, yet
he was semi erect.  Our paddling sessions had always
been heavily erotic for both of us.
	Halftime came without either team scoring again.  I
turned to Billy to see if he was having fun and the
grin on his face told me all I needed to know.  I
leaned over to give him a quick kiss, but he rolled me
off the lounge landing on top of me and giving me a
deep passionate kiss.  He looked into my eyes and
said, "I really miss you.  I've missed you since we've
separated since college.  Now I have this big house
with you only a few hours away and wish you were here
more than just once every couple of months."
	"I've missed you too.  The guys in Jackson aren't
nearly as sexy as you are, nor do I share that much in
common with any of them.  I miss our talks most of
all, I don't call as much as I should.  Not to mention
just being next to you."
	We stopped talking and began kissing again and
humping our bodies against one another.  We were both
hard, and our dicks just glided next to each other.
However, the stone floor of the veranda was not only
cold, but also very uncomfortable.  We each got up
still kissing and then walked over to get another
beer.  The game was about to start again.  Billy
slapped my ass and then pressed his body against mine
with his hard cock wedged between my ass cheeks.  He
began kissing my neck and rubbing his cock between my
ass cheeks like a wiener in a bun, but I reached back
grabbing hold of his dick and said, "You know you have
to wait until after dinner for that.  I don't allow a
man to fuck me before he has wined and dined me
first."
	Billy gave a I'm-horny-and-hurt-but-not-really-hurt
look and said with a pout, "Well, the game is starting
again anyway."
	Alabama came out of the locker room with plenty of
momentum from their lead and that last touchdown and
quickly got the ball from Auburn and moved it down the
field and scoring a touchdown within the first few
minutes of the half.  I took another shot of tequila,
feeling a good buzz, and bent over for my twenty-one
licks.  Again he gave the licks with plenty of time to
think between each hit, and he kept the licks as hard
as they had been the first time.  This time however,
Auburn scored just as Billy administered the last
whack.  It came as such a shock to him, that he just
bent over for seventeen whacks without any
fortification (Auburn had gotten the two point
conversion).  He took the paddling like a pro, but was
groaning a little on sixteen and seventeen.  (I guess
I had gotten a little better.) There was not much rest
for Billy, because Auburn got the ball back after
Alabama was able to only move up to the twenty-five
yard line in there possession before they fumbled the
ball.  Auburn took the turnover and scored another TD,
making the score 24-21, within the last minute of the
third quarter.  Billy took is twenty-four licks very
well, considering I took pity on him and gave them
fast and hard so he wouldn't feel the full effect of
all twenty-four, considering this was forty-one whacks
within 30 minutes.  Billy took two shots of tequila to
make up for the two he had not taken before the
punishments he had just received.
	We knew we had to get ready for an exciting fourth
quarter.  With only three points separating the two
teams, anything could happen in an Auburn-Alabama
game.  Sure enough Alabama ran the ball into field
goal range and tied the game.  I had enough good sense
to take my tequila shot before I bent over.  I also
knew that Billy was horny and ready for revenge, which
experience told me that this was going to hurt like a
motherfuck.  Sure enough he walked near the grill and
got, not his usual frat paddle, but one with holes in
it that was already warmed up from being near the
fire.  He told me to count all twenty-four whacks off
and count to three in between each one.  I though this
meant he would wait until I had finished counting
before he hit but he surprised me and varied his speed
hitting on either one, two, or three.  The paddle was
already warm adding to the sting and the holes made
the paddle travel through the air much quicker.  Billy
took no sympathy, but while my ass was stinging like
never before at the end, I was hard as a rock.  I
almost wished for three more whacks because I was
really close to cumming just from the momentum he had
built up with the paddle.  I had actually let a few
drops of pre-cum hit the floor.  When he was done, he
bent down kissing each ass cheek as to say "No harm,
no foul." The game stayed tied until the last three
minute of the game when Alabama faked a field goal and
ran in for a touchdown.  I bent over to take a quick
thirty-one with his standard frat paddle, nothing
fancy this time, as the game was getting exciting.
Auburn was running the ball backed down the field and
looked like they would tie the game again.  Billy
finished my thirty-one with Auburn on the five yard
line, no time outs left, and twenty seconds on the
clock.  Auburn went for it to tie the game and the
quarterback threw a pass and the receiver missed it
with Alabama intercepting the ball, and began running
it back down the field but was stopped on the twenty
yard line to end the game.
	With the game over and Alabama winning 31-24, it
meant that I had to bend over and take fifty-five hard
licks.  Billy picked up the paddle with the drilled
holes but luckily it was not still warm from the fire
or from the beating it gave my ass.  I braced myself
on the wall of the veranda ready for the beating of my
life.  The score had never cumulated to more than
thirty-five since we had begun the bet, the most licks
I had ever taken from a paddle in one session was
thirty-one just a few minutes before.  I was still
horny as hell and my dick was already getting hard
again, never fully recovering from the hot ass beating
a few minutes before when Billy had used the holed
paddle.  The first five went relatively easy, but the
next five hits were harder and faster.  By the time he
reached forty-five, I was extremely turned on and when
he reached number fifty-four I was on the verge of
cumming again.  Billy paused for a brief second before
he delivered his hardest hit yet, and I lost it.  I
came on my chest, the wall, and finally on the floor.
It was by far my most intense orgasms ever, but I knew
that the best part of the evening was yet to come.

*****

	We were both panting and laughing when we were done.
Billy walked over to the table and retrieved a box,
which I knew contained some of the best marijuana
available.  (Billy was a criminal lawyer and defended
drug dealers across the south.  He was rich, did not
believe in drug laws, and only took weed from his best
clients, as well as their money of course.  He was one
of those lawyers who believed everyone should get a
good defense, but really only did his best the with
marijuana dealers and let the rest go to jail.  At
least, that's what he tells me.) Billy lounged in his
chair, and with my ass still sore coming down off my
orgasmic high, I laid on top of him as he readied his
pipe with weed.  We got really stoned and neither of
us was in pain anymore.  So we began to cook dinner.
We were both hungry, considering we were stoned.  Now,
its not the greatest idea to cook while stoned, but we
had always cooked together, since college, either
stoned or drunk, so for us it was just normal.  We ate
dinner, and smoked more weed and drank more beer and
tequila (we always regretted this the next morning,
but it was always a good time had by all).
	After dinner we began to kiss and get more intimate.
We took a walk, still naked, down to the pond behind
the house.  Billy pushed me up against a tree and
began kissing me while running his hands up and down
my body.  When he grazed his hand across my ass I
tensed, but soon relaxed into his arms.  I leaned in
to kiss him deeper, but he lost his balanced and we
tumbled into the pond.  While we were in their we
decided to take a swim and wash the mud off of us.  I
helped Billy out of the water, and we fell laughing
and giggling into the grass.  We rolled around until I
was on top of Billy and began kissing his chest,
savoring his nipples, and then trailing down his body,
kissing his stomach and finding the trail of hair that
ran to his most impressive part.  Considering the
whole package was pretty damn impressive, his massive
8 1/2 inch cock was amazing.  I began licking the top
of his beautiful prick and then down the shaft to his
heavy balls.  I made my way back to the top of his
dick and took as much of it as I could in my mouth.  I
was able to take a fair amount, being used to his
cock, but I still gagged a little taking in more and
more until we were in a good rhythm.  He motioned me
to move my body up towards him and he took my 7 1/2
inch cock in his mouth, mine was thick but not nearly
as thick as his.  He had always loved the size of my
dick and quickly began deep-throating me as we
continued in a sixty-nine position.  After cumming
together, we walked back up to the veranda and being a
little chilly from the pond and the wet grass, we got
into the jacuzzi.
	We rested and cuddled together in the warm water,
while we caught our breaths from the romp down by the
pond.  Relaxing and talking about the fun we've had in
the past, how much we missed each other, and how much
we wished we saw each other more.  Just as the romance
part of the evening was picking up, Billy reached over
to a small cooler next to the jacuzzi and got out a
bottle of champagne and two flutes.  Opening the
champagne he poured us two glasses.  Everything seemed
perfect.  We finished off the champagne, kissing and
running our hands over each others bodies.  We then
got out of the jacuzzi, dried each other off and went
inside and upstairs to Billy's bedroom.  He kissed me
as he laid me down on the bed.  He then kissed down my
body and rolled me over onto my stomach.  Kissing my
still smarting bum, he ever so tenderly parted my
cheeks and began to lick my hole, darting his tongue
in and out.  I was moaning with pleasure as he paid
such special attention to my rear.  He licked between
my hole and my balls and then licking my balls, taking
long lapse with his tongue between my legs before
returning to my tight little hole that was twitching
in anticipation of that massive cock.  He then reached
over to the bedside table and got out a tube of lube
and a condom.  My ass twitched with anticipation once
more.  He lubed up his finger and began working one
then two then three fingers into my ass.  When he felt
that I was loosened up enough, he moved up my body and
began to enter ever so smoothly and gently.  (Now this
was an unsaid rule of the bet, but the bottom was
always the loser of the bet.  It had never been stated
aloud, but it always happened that the winner was more
aggressive and confident.) I moaned as he pushed all 8
1/2 inches into me.  With that cock, it always hurt
like hell when he entered and he always entered and
withdrew two or three times before my ass could take
him completely, but then he was able to push all the
way in and slowly sped up.  He then turned me over,
lifting my legs over his shoulders, and re-entering
me.  He fucked me slowly at first and then began to
fuck me harder.  With both of us in the throws of
passion the began to jerk me off while fucking me.  We
were in such ecstacy that our orgasms came only
seconds apart.  First, I came across his and my chest
as we kissed deeply and passionately.  Then he came
while I was still in the throws of orgasm.  Him
cumming inside me started me again.  I had thought the
earlier orgasm had been the best of my life, but in
Billy's bed and cumming with such passion that it felt
like an eternity in heaven, I felt as if I would never
experience such pleasure again.
	We fell asleep in each others arms, awaking in the
morning with only slight hangovers and fairly sore
asses, mine inside and out.  I got up first and went
to take a shower.  As I was entering the bathroom, I
saw Billy get out of bed still naked and walk out of
the bedroom, presumably to put on some coffee.  I
started the shower and quickly brushed my teeth.  I
got into the shower just before Billy walked into the
bathroom.  Soon he got into the shower and as he
kissed me I could tell by his minty fresh breath that
he had also brushed his teeth.
	"Is there coffee on?" I asked.
	"Yeah, it will be ready and waiting when we get out."
	As we lathered each other up he looked down at my
ass, which had a slight blue tent to it.  He ran a
sponge over my ass and said, "I'm sorry if I got a
little carried away last night.  I hope you will be
able to sit down."
	"Don't worry about it.  Last night was the best game
night we have ever had.  And every time I sit, I will
just remember this night fondly without any regrets.
Maybe except for this hangover I have.  How's your
ass?" I then took a quick look and answered my own
question, "It looks perfect as ever."
	"Yet it is still sore.  I may not be as bruised as
you but you hit pretty hard last night, not that I'm
complaining."
	We laughed and kissed washing each others bodies.
Then got out of the shower and drying each other off.
We put on robes and followed the aroma of freshly
brewed coffee downstairs to the kitchen.  We walked
out into the garden room where two very soft and
comfortable armchairs were waiting for us.  The soft
fabric and plush cushions felt good on my ass.  I lit
a cigarette and enjoyed my coffee.  Today would be a
day of lounging before I went back to Jackson.  I
promised to visit more often and likewise did Billy.
Then Billy said that he had a surprise for me.  I
looked at him quizzically, and he handed me a business
card.  The business card was his, but something was
different.  The address wasn't a Stonewall or Meridian
address where he had his offices, his other offices
across the south had junior staff working in them.
Billy had come a long way in a short time in east
Mississippi, mainly because of name recognition.  The
address on the card was a Jackson address.
	"I'm opening a branch in Jackson.  I've got clients
there in federal and state courts, and I will be
renting an apartment and will have to be in Jackson
every other week working cases, sometimes more when
I'm in court."
	"This is wonderful.  It means we will be seeing much
more of each other." I reached over and kissed him.
This was a more wonderful weekend than I had imagined
it would be when I left Jackson Saturday morning.

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