Waking up to go to bed

The day's sun and fun had taken it's toll on us, we had joked and flirted with sexual innuendos all day, and absolutely planned on fulfilling them when we got back to the hotel room you had booked for us. There we were, sacked out on the couch of the suite, rubbing each other's feet; that intimate act of touching, feeling, soothing. Soon we were both asl**p; the droning television singing it's lullaby of gibberish to us. My dreams were of you, they had been filled with you since we met on the Internet. I had set out to meet someone mature, caring and loving. Someone that would not treat me like a freak as some had called me after knowing about my bi side. Actually I loved how you watched me and Steve have sex, and how it had turned you on. I did not mind your other life; I knew I had to share you with the world you had carved out at your home, but for now you were mine. For now you loved me, as a lover, for now you were my addiction, and I was getting my fill. I woke up, not really with a start, just one of those things, when you know that your neck will have the worst crick in it if you do not move, and with your feet still in my hands, on my chest there was really no place to move. I rolled off the couch and stretched. My arms reaching toward the ceiling. POP - POP - there went my back and one hip, ahhhhhh that felt good, nothing like the release of that tension. Doing martial arts for half my life has kept me lean and limber, but sometimes I still would get stiff. I would love to release some more of that tension in my body. I watched you sl**ping there, so quite, so beautiful, I just adore the shape of your lips, the curve of your eyebrows, the way you breath - softly - you are so seductive, your lips gently parted, lips glistening with the blue light of the television. I know you were having dreams of something delicious, because you must have just licked those lips, they are so kissable. I know I have to wake you, but I need that kiss too, so I lean down to kiss you, and you begin to wake up, and stretch. You are like a cat, squirming over the couch, my lips never leave yours; you do not push me away, liking the gentle pressure; maybe you were even thinking of kissing me before you woke up. You can't really talk, you are not that awake yet. I stand up, and you put your hands out for me, I know you would love me to pick you up and heave you over my shoulder and toss you into the bed. I am too sl**py for that myself tonight, and I know my balance isn't the best, with the wine we shared when we were home alone after the restaurant. I laugh to myself, remembering how the bed collapsed under me and Steve while I was fucking him and you were sitting there close to us, watching us. You laughed so hard you were sure you peed as you were fingering yourself to your second orgasm. Steve was the bitch to my pounding, the submissive to my dominant alpha dog as you called me. It sort of puts you out of the mood when that kind of thing happens, and I remember coming over to you after that happened and laughing with you. Soon that a****l lust thing took over and the heat that our loving makes, drives all thoughts from our heads. I remember it so clearly too, after I came in you, Steve on that tilted bed took my cock deep in his mouth, taking the cock that was still covered with your juices and was still thick; as I normally am after I cum. Soon had me hard again. He just readjusted his position so that he was actually getting leverage from the angle of the bed. Soon he had my rod pushing, thrusting deeper into him again, this time on his back, his cock in-between us. My snarls and growls betraying the wolf in me; I was close to exploding again, this time leaving my seed deep where Steve needed my hot molten lava. Again I could see you pinching your nipples like mad, your fingers flying over your clit, just colors and moods, and splashes of images passing across your mind. You can not even hear your own moans, those moans that I hear and that excite me even more and spurr that explosion that Steve, like the slut that he is, so graciously accepted. We stumble into the bedroom, and I stretch out in my way, laying on my back for a little while, before rolling over onto my side and scooping you up in my arms and sl**ping as the fork slept with the spoon on that night that the cow jumped over the moon. I lay there collecting my thoughts, and your little hand reaches over and starts feeling that territory familiar to you, the face of that territory changes though, right under the magic touch of your hand; growing, stretching and slowly coming to life. The bl**d thickening those muscles, making the base hard, and soon under the stroking of your hand, I become fully erect. You lean over with the other hand, and start running your finger nails through the thin forest of fur that covers my chest. Your fingers don't get lost, you find your way, though the woods and seek out your destination like a skilled explorer. Your fingers soon play over my nipple as well. Ohhh how delicious that is, how hot that makes me, and how hungry it makes me for your own nipples, but I am selfish for the moment I just receive your pleasure. Soon your mouth starts moving over; your teeth gently pulling on my nipples -- biting me. I know that your hand can feel how that makes my cock even harder for you. Your hand still working it's magic on me. You are loving the feeling, the power of my cock, the hardness steels your resolve to have me deep inside you again. My precum lubricating your hand, dimming the shine of your rings, but your hand is lovely just like that, loving me, knowing that you will have me in you soon, for that is why you are loving on me, exciting me, your itch needs scratching huh? I pull you over, knowing that I could feel this sensation that you are bringing to a slow boil in me for quite a while still, but also knowing that I love to please you. It almost seems as if I am getting too much attention focused on me. I pull you on top of me, and I slide inside you; I feel the sheath of you, gripping me. Softer than your hand now, but still gentle strokes, the heat and the wetness envelopes me. I crane my neck, head up, our foreheads touching. I know that thoughts pass from my head to yours when we are like this. I feel your need, your desire, there is no other thought than the pleasure of this union of our bodies; of our souls, of our very beings. I reach further still and with my hand squeezing and kneeding, your nipple comes into my mouth. My pinching lips, teeth and tongue, giving you more sensations to swirl around in your head. Your torso leans forward and your hips pushes back. You are the one driving me inside you, feeling every inch. Slowly you pull your body up and sit straight down on me. Filled completely, I laugh to myself at the comment you made yesterday when I drove your car to the gas station and said that I was going to fill you up, and you giggled. You said, "you normally do." I reach up and your hands come behind mine; making my hands extensions of yours. Your guiding touch reminds me exactly how you want me to handle your breasts, how I go to the nipple, then back out to the whole breast. Manipulating the muscles that are there in your chest, the tender flesh that is the grace of your body and how I am mesmerized by the beauty that is you. Light, filtered in strips of unfettered gossamer coming through the window; the way your eyes are closed, shutting out any other distraction but the feeling of me in your body - on your body - touching, feeling, being. Your hips are swaying forward and back, rolling, keeping a movement of me inside you. Knowing that I am pleased, you peek between partially shut eyes and see me just admiring you. Feeling the waves of sensuality course through my body, I see how you are now beyond me, beyond this bedroom, beyond reality. Yes, the first wave of your orgasm slowly slips over you and crashes through your mind. There is no better way to describe it than the sense of loss you feel when a wave from the ocean tosses you about; your body is reacting, it is out of your control. There is a safety net though that you rely on, you know that I am more in control now, and that it is in my power to make those waves pick you up again and carry you to another orgasm. I smile for it is this control, that I so enjoy. Seeing you lose yours, knowing that you are safe with me, no guard needed, that you are just yourself; being with me; just being. I roll you over, with care that I do not remove myself form deep within you. Rolling into the next position for us. I detect a bit of a smile from you, perhaps you are happy that I am fully in control now, your keeper. But perhaps it is because of having a young lover who is more than a single position man. What ever the reason, my strokes vary; slow, and faster -- ahhhh -- you caught your breath when I went a little faster. I find that stroke again, yes -- there it is, I hear your moan escape you; your breathing; you have to think to breathe, it is not coming naturally. Yes, this is the speed that you need, and I feel your legs begin to quiver as you come again. So quickly this time, from my faster strokes and I do now slow down as I keep the same pace through that orgasm, stretching it out. I know that if I vary speed at this moment it will end your ride on this wave. Careful like the evil demon I am; careful not to stop the chanting, the rhythm that has summoned me from hell -- riding it as far as I can. But now came the time to feel totally selfish. I feel my need growing in me; to feel you; to feel myself; to feel me explode in you, I lift your legs up, pushing them together, then, slowly drop your feet onto my chest, my cock now drives in deeper, my balls slap against your ass. Your wetness surrounds me, the smell of you floods my senses. You are all I am thinking of. Your legs drop a little more and cross, almost like how you would cross them to sit Indian style. I once remember reading, on a sex position website, that this is called the Oyster position. Not easy to achieve, but the depth and the access that it provides; the restriction of movement that it restricts you to, are all deliciously to me. My strokes are harder now, feeling your cervix with the tip of my cock, I keep stabbing at you. Yes, I hear that breathing again, ragged and urgent. I know that you are filled with as much as you can take. My young cock is the center of your world and you are about to cum again for me. Your moans mark the passage of another orgasm for you, I feel every pore in my body open up. If I was a wolf, all my hair would be standing on end. My cum is boiling and must be released, I reach for the bedpost in front of me; and now it is not stroking, or stabbing, it is actually slamming my whole body into you. I think you are cumming around me, but actually I am in that moment that I myself am out of control. I am releasing my seed into you, my self into you, I explode, and also join with you in that place of uncontrolled, unconditional, irreproachable love. I flop back, my heart trying to break out of my chest like in the song "Bat Out of Hell", my breathing is that of a track runner when he is done. Yes I put my whole self into that single act of love, that single act of sex, into that explosion that did not blow us apart, but which fused us together even more. I reposition myself, looking at you. Now I am wondering if I should tie you up and have even more fun with you! Kisses John (I want you to write me - bijohn4both@yahoo.com - inspire me to write more - talk to me - I crave your words.)