Chapter 20

“Paul,” he groaned as a single bead of sweat ran a silvery trail down his temple and into his hair. “Oh, Paul.”

The action of his hand on his cock and the fingers inside him were bringing him ever closer to a climax such as he hadn’t had with the king. It was the thought of Paul that made the difference and if he couldn’t have the man with him physically, he’d have him there in thought.

His balls had stopped slapping against the skin of his groin. They were drawing up to his body. His cock felt noticeably larger in his hand and his prostate was like a tablet of iron. His breaths were coming in short, deep bursts. And then he felt an explosion. A great geyser of cum erupted from the eye of his cock, streaking the length of his torso. Yet his hands didn’t stop. They continued to stroke his cock, and his fingers remained circling the small, hard area of tissue beneath his prostate as he shuddered and gasped, drawing out every last drop of cum.