Paul's arm collapsed under him with the force of the fucking he was getting. His face mashed into the pillow on his king size bed, and his head started rhythmically bumping against the headboard. He tried to ignore his discomfort, focusing instead on the fact that he had no idea when he'd again get a chance to feel this good, to get fucked this deeply and thoroughly. One hand was between his legs, stroking his fat six inch cock; he had fallen onto the other. He was propped up on that elbow, his hand straining to graze one of his nipples. He was sweating, having been fucked already for ten minutes. He knew from experience he was probably going to get another half hour or so. A jolt of pleasure coursed through him as he was smacked, hard on his smooth right ass cheek.

"Yeah, baby," said a deep sexy voice, "you like that, don't you? I love how your big ass flexes when you get spanked." Paul felt another smack, harder this time, and he let out an involuntary moan and, reflexively, flexed his hard muscular ass. Paul pushed his arms back under himself, and looked down his torso. He was on all fours, his massive smooth body was taut, freshly shaved, freshly worked out, and perfectly defined. His massive pecs heaved with each plunging stroke into his ass, and his abs were tight, trying to balance Paul's big 6'4" frame against the powerful fucking abuse it was taking. The only hair on his body, was the carefully trimmed bush at the base of Paul's fat six inch cock, which was totally hard and tightly flexed up against Paul's stomach. His smooth nuts were tight against his body, resting between Paul's thick smooth legs. As usual, Paul had shaved his legs that morning, and his massive quads, still sore from his morning workout, were straining to push back against the hard pounding his ass was taking. Paul loved his body---he would admit, privately, that he was totally a narcissist 'you would be, too,' he would always say to himself as he watched himself in a mirror. He felt another hard thwack against his backside, and watched his pecs tighten against the heave the most recent stroke had caused. Between his legs, Paul could see two heavy, massive nuts swinging back and forth with the momentum of the fuck he was getting.

Paul and James Franco had first met in 2010. They were the two biggest stars in Reddit, and Paul had been curious since he came to town to find out if James was up for fucking him. One night in 2008, Paul went over to his buddy /u/Gallowboob's place for a party for local redditors. James was there, looking sexy in casual shorts and a Slayer tshirt. Paul kept trying to catch a glimpse of what was swinging between his legs, but he couldn't get any intel. After everyone had some food and a few drinks, Paul went to take a piss. He wasn't paying attention and walked right into the bathroom while James was taking a leak. The 6'8" stud had his shorts down and his huge snake in his hand. Paul tried to stammer an apology and back away, but he was entranced. James knew it, too. He smiled and beckoned Paul to come in and close the door. Paul soon met James's massive eleven inch cut cock with its gorgeously shaped pink mushroom head and the huge nuts to match. Paul was instantly hooked on James from the first sight, and the long, deep fucking he got that night left him addicted. Ever since, Paul did whatever was necessary to make sure he got fucked at least once every week by James's big monster.

"Take that big cock, baby," said James, licking his lips as he plunged the full eleven inch length of his cock in and out of Paul's hole. "Milk my dick like you want it, bitch." James gave Paul another smack on his ass, leaving a massive hand-shaped red mark on the smooth skin. Paul's ass clenched with the spank, and he could feel his ass tightening around the merciless invader. The room was silent, except for James's talk, the occasional smack on Paul's ass, and the regular sound of James's tight body ramming into Paul's firm ass, his heavy nuts bouncing against Paul's legs. Paul was in heaven, letting out a long low moan of pleasure as James's cock pounded nearly a foot inside him and then left him empty and aching to be filled again.

Paul had done as James liked. He took a shower an hour before James showed up, taking extra care to make sure he was completely clean. Then he shaved his arms and legs like he did before a game. Then he put on a tight pair of white briefs and nothing else. The curtains were drawn in Paul's room, and the light from the adjoining bathroom was the only light in the room. Paul had stripped his comforter off the bed, leaving only the white sheets and pillows. Paul opened his garage door, so James wouldn't been seen coming in, turned off lights in the house, and then went to the bed and laid down on his stomach. James walked into the bedroom with a "yeah, baby" at the sight of the smooth impossibly well-muscled stud in his briefs and nothing else. James was in a wife beater and a pair of loose sweats, tied off so that they hung low on his muscular ass. James took a knee on the bed, and slapped Paul's ass. James loved how big and round the QB's muscle ass looked in the tiny white briefs. He started stroking his big monster through his sweatpants as he caressed Paul's big muscle ass. Paul looked over his shoulder, showing James his perfect white teeth, and moaned appreciatively as James's hands started running all over Paul's ass.

"Damn, you're pretty, boy," said James, getting up and walking toward Paul's head. He pulled the muscular white boy up onto his knees, and Paul dove into James's chest, running his tongue over James's chest hair, as James peeled off his wife beater. Paul worked his way down James's tight, muscled stomach, bathing the taller man in his spit. Paul dove his face into the crotch of James's sweatpants, and tried to wrap his lips around James's quickly hardening cock. James reached down Paul's body, and ran his hands under Paul's briefs. He grabbed a fistful of Paul's hard ass, and Paul could feel his cock jump. "Fuck, boy, I'm going to miss this ass when you leave."

"Damn, James, this ass is going to be lonely out in Denver," said Paul matter-of-factly. "You'll have to give it one hell of a sendoff." He peeled down James's sweats, grabbed the fat monster by the base, barely able to wrap his big hands around the base. He opened his mouth, and took four or five inches into his throat. James's cock throbbed as it quickly hardened. James had his hands down in Paul's crack, his thick fingers teasing around the warm hole. He pulled his cock out of Paul's throat, and turned the football stud around, so he could see that big, beautiful ass. James pulled off the tight briefs, revealing the perfectly round, hard muscle ass that he had conquered. With the briefs out of the way, James dove into the smooth, hairless crack, and started tonguing Paul's hole. Paul loved the way James rimmed him, and the tall man had a massive, and powerful, tongue. James had Paul relaxed and opened up in no time, and had Paul ready to get fucked.

Now, almost twenty minutes into the fuck, James was covered in sweat, and Paul wanted a better view. Fortunately, James was ready for a change. "Roll over, boy," said James, withdrawing his huge dick from Paul's gaping hole. "Let me see that pretty face of yours." James's head popped out of Paul's hole, and he felt like he was gaping wide open after the pummeling his poor hole had taken. Paul rolled onto his back, his cock still rockhard against his flat stomach. His legs were shaking from the fucking he had taken, and it felt fantastic to finally take his weight off them. He stretched his massive arms up over his head, and felt his muscles relax. James moved onto the bed, and was stroking his cock while he watched his beautiful white fuck toy stretch himself out on the bed. Paul loved how hot James looked, James's massive dick was rock hard and slick with lube and sweat and spit, having just plowed into the muscle stud. James's tattoos were glistening with sweat that was dripping down his face and collecting in the valleys of his cut, muscular torso. His abs and pecs were heaving with each breath. James looked like such a stud, and Paul couldn't wait to drain his load out of his nuts.