In the cold I can’t get to sleep, in the warm I can’t get to sleep, it was just some kind of phenomenon that there was no perfect medium. I tried everything, breathing into my hands, but it wouldn’t warm up my whole body. Then I remembered what people do in life or death situations – it was far from it but I didn’t have the money to throw away in the first place – but I had no one to be spoon with, not even my dog who’d decided to stay in the living room. Instead I let my mind wander, let it think of stuff I’d not let myself think of in a while.
My body started to become to life again, running through my veins and cock was warm blood. After getting a grip of it I let myself relax and just think about the good old days, gym class. Bulging cocks here, plump asses there and handsome people to be seen, P.E teachers or P.E students, they were all game to look at. I just remember one teacher, although he was fairly short, he was equal height to me and I found his beard fucking sexy. Rubbing harder and slower let moans escape from my mouth, imagining he was here with me.
Using that beard for heating my face up as he’d moan in my ear every time he’d thrust into my bubble butt. Nails clawing at the back of his naked, muscly back as his abs would push forward and rub against my body, as he held my legs up above his arms, just slowly fucking me. Not even just to get me used to it, but to tease me, tease my body.
Sweat would pour from his body and we’d exchange kisses, allowing each other to drip sweat on each other. Because this, what he would be doing to me, it wouldn’t be fake. I’d seen the way he looked at asses, and not just any asses, but my ass and other boys’ butts.
He’d begin teasing again, speeding up only to thrust in hard and quick, returning to his same slow pace again. A few sloppery kisses would cross, but they’d not be disgusting they’d be the best kisses I’d have in a lifetime. The bed would smell like sex but who’d give a damn? We’d likely fuck in it again just to get a good use out of the sheets. He’d have my throat wet from salivating, because with every taste of his tongue or sweat stained skin I wanted more, I was being greedy. I wanted more even though there was none to start with, but it didn’t stop me.
I kept stroking, increasing strength and speed with each stroke. He’d be pounding me by now, and although it’d hurt it’d result in so much fucking pleasure that it would all be worth it. I’d be clawing at the sheets like I was now, with hot sweaty skin that would need a towel afterwards, and with a few magic strokes I’d be almost there, just at the borderline. But he’d be greedy too, pulling out and getting himself off because he was close too, and he’d come so close to me, face leaning in, not for a kiss, but for balance.
His forehead at the top of my nose, almost sliding off but our skin causing traction, and when he’d be done there’d be a sharp moan, a struggle for breath, the pulsating stomach that would reveal his abs. The warm liquid would just cover my body. And although he’d be pulling away I’d be yearning for more, I’d be almost begging with my eyes shut and searching for his face with a hand, pulling him in. I’d hear a light laugh and could tell it was accompanied with his gorgeous smile.
He’d start making out with me again, with each kiss being so sensational I’d want ten more, and then he’d bring me back to the point of near exhaustion. There would be a few more sweet kisses joined with a slow stroke and another. Eventually he’d stop toying and allow me to come, allowing my pool of sweat to mix with his come as well as mine. A kiss again, and eventually we’d catch our breath, fall asleep and wake up and start again.
After I’d reached climax I realized how much easier it was to get to sleep, with the image of this stunning man lying beside me after both of us just enjoying each other in the finest way.
