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Falling for Joel 6
Though Joel and I may move around the bed once we're asleep, when we wake up we always seem to be in the position that we originally fell asleep in, which is me lying on my left side and Joel spooning me. My head is on his left upper arm and his right arm is over my chest. His head always seems to be buried in the back of my head. I don't know how the hell he breathes.
About an hour before he wakes up, Joel begins to get a morning hardon and because of his height and the position that we've returned to, that cock is usually lying behind my upper thighs and pointed right at my butt hole. In that hour before he wakes up Joel will begin to slowly thrust his cock up against me. The thrusting isn't fast or hard, just a half an inch or so and maybe every thirty seconds but about once a month , when everything just happens to be right, that cock can end up being right on target.
Fortunately for me, when he gets hard, Joel produces an enormous amount of precum, because while he may be able to sleep through, at least the beginnings of a fuck, I being on the receiving end, can't. There's something about the notion of him fucking me while he's still asleep that totally turns me on. It really doesn't make a whole lot of sense since when he wakes up he'd be fucking me anyway. Well for one thing, there's the slowness of it. When that cock begins to slowly penetrate me just a fraction of an inch for every thrust....it just drives me crazy. Just lying there with Joel's unbelievably thick cock working its way up into me, the feeling of fullness and possession are indescribable.
While I'm just waking up and come to the realization that this is gonna be one of those mornings, I just lie there, waiting for the next thrust. It usually takes sex or eight thrusts just to make it through and for some reason that doesn't wake Joel up but once he's actually penetrated me and the going gets easier he usually begins to wake up, maybe because the strokes get longer and there's more stimulation to the sides of his cock.
Joel arms begin to tighten around me and he'll start making little "ung" sounds as he thrusts. I can hear his breath come faster and the muscles in his stomach begin to come into play and then his legs begin seeking greater traction and when he finally realizes what he's doing he always seems a little shocked and a bit embarrassed.
"Oh! Oh fuck Babe! Again?" His right hand strokes the side of my face. "I didn't hurt ya did I Babe?"
"Oh fuck no, I'm good hun, just keep doin what you're doin." Joel was slowly pushing me over onto my stomach while his hands moved over my back, finally settling on my shoulders where they gripped me firmly. Now that he's really awake, and sure that I'm okay, Joel's thrusts become much stronger and his cock moves deeply into me. He's completely covering me with his body and I can feel those muscles working smoothly and strongly together.
I like it when Joel lies on my back with his head near mine. When he does that there's just so much stimulation hitting my brain; of course the incredible feeling of his cock moving rhythmically in and out of my ass, the sound and feel of his hot breath up near the top of my head and the feeling of his hairy chest against my back and the muscles in his stomach as they contract with each thrust.
Joel wraps his right arm under my stomach and his left arm under my chest and then in one movement he rolls us both over so that he's now on his back and I'm on my back while he fucks up into me. This is a wonderful position. I can feel his left hand rubbing my stomach and chest and then sometimes just holding and caressing my throat. His hot breath is in my ear and that cock has kept up it's steady thrusting. He reaches down with his other hand and plays with the area just below my balls, the perineum.
He whispers breathlessly in my ear. "I can feel my cock Babe. Can feel it moving in and out of you."
"Don't touch my cock Joel!" I'm like a loaded gun and..well..cocked too.
He chuckles lightly. "Don't worry sweetheart. I'm enjoying this too much to end it just yet." He licks the back of my neck just behind my ear and my asshole clamps down for a split second.
"Oh fuck Joel! Oh god!" He's licking all around the back of my neck and when he sticks his tongue in my ear I almost fall off of him.
He grabs me with both arms around me. "You sure are a slippery little fucker."
I'm gasping for breath, it's like there's something being done to every part of my body. "Fuck! Do the ear thing again Joel." He licks me again. "Oh fuck I'm cumin!"
Joel reaches quickly for my cock and holds it while I shoot streams of cum all over my chest and stomach. Joel rubs it around slowly with his hand.
His breathing is coming much faster now. "You want me to shoot on you or in you?"
I'm kinda sitting up now, supporting my self on my arms on either side of Joel's body and, to the extent that I can, slamming my ass back against his incoming thrusts. "In me, I wanna feel you cum in me!" And he does, pulling me back down and holding me tight, I can feel his legs spreading for balance as he pounds harder into me and then suddenly holds it and I can feel his cock pulsing deep within me. I swear that I can feel his cum hitting the insides of my ass.
Joel pulled the lapels of my jacket up so that it's fitting me properly, his face is inches from mine. He raises his hand and brushes my hair back. "We're gonna go get breakfast, then to that quick interview I have to do and then I'll show you my office."
I smile at him. "That isn't a euphemism is it? Cause if it is, I just saw your office."
He laughed and took me by the hand. "Come on. I started the car five minutes ago cause I know how cold you get."
On our way to the restaurant for breakfast Joel reaches over the center console of the car and takes my hand and rubs the back of it with his thumb. When I glance down at his hand I also notice that he's got a hardon crammed down his left pant leg. I also notice the wedding ring on his right hand, the ring that says we're a couple, that he's mine.
"What the hell are you doing with a hardon?"
Joel laughed. "I was remembering this morning." He squeezed my hand. "You know that when I kiss you just behind your ear your butt clamps down on my cock."
I lower my head. "Now you're giving me a hardon. When you kiss me there...it just kinda sends shivers down my spine. That's probably why.....my butt does that."
I was trying to get my cock off of my mind. "Who's the guy ya gotta interview? How come they want you to do that stuff. You quit."
"There's a small high tech company over in Skokie and they apparently make this part for bombs and the network wants two minutes as a filler. I told em when I left that I'd do stuff like this as long as it didn't interfere with teaching. Besides they pay per interview and surprisingly it's not bad."
We pulled into the restaurant parking lot and Joel leaned over and kissed me. I guess that I must have gotten a nervous look on my face, we being out in the open and all. Joel didn't move away, he kissed me again.
"Don't be nervous hun. It doesn't fuckin matter what anyone thinks."
"Joel, how can you never be nervous, how can you not worry about stuff?"
Joel laid his arm on my seat back. "I guess cause of my grandfather." Joel was gently rubbing the back of my neck. "When I was a little kid, I dunno maybe eight or ten, something like that, my Dad was just on me something fierce. Every time I tried to do something I screwed it up and the more that I did that the worse it got. My Dad yelled a lot in those days." Joel smiled and added. "He doesn't anymore."
"So one weekend I go out to Madison to visit my grandfather who's out there for the summer and he asks me to do something for him. I can't really even remember what it was but I do remember that it confused me and of course I was still kinda pistol whipped from the shit my Dad had been giving me and I just totally froze. I was scared shitless that I was gonna fuck it up and get yelled at like my Dad had been doin."
"Well, anyway, my grandfather comes over to me and sees that I've all of a sudden become this total nutcase and he just takes my hand and leads me away from the garage and we go sit out of the lawn. Remember, where we sat when we were at the cabin? And by this time I'm crying cause I figure that I let him down and all but he just says, "Joel, it doesn't matter." He pulls me over to him and hugs me and he tells me that I shouldn't worry because there's nothing that I can do, no mistake that I can make, that he can't fix."
"Well from then on every thing changed, I suppose he even talked to my Dad because even he became almost normal but more importantly I developed this fantastic relationship with my grandfather. He was really more like a dad to me than my Dad. But the really important thing is that my grandfather taught me never to worry about stuff you really have no control over and besides ninety-nine percent of the stuff you worry about never happens anyway."
Joel lightly touched the side of my face with his fingertips. "I know you get nervous about me kissing you or even just touching you when we're in a public place but babe it doesn't matter. I don't care if someone else doesn't like it." He gave me a crooked smile. "They can go fuck themselves." He pulled my head to his and kissed me, lightly and then more deeply, something about the way that he did it made my toes curl and caused blood to be pumped to my cock. He touched his lips to my eyelids and then brushed them across my forehead. His hand was holding the back of my head and his face was still pressed lightly to mine. "You asked me about my hardon, well the thing is I've almost always got one because I think about you all the time." He laid his forehead on my shoulder. "All the time." I licked my lips and could still taste him.
Joel has a way of concentrating his attention on a person, usually me but I've occasionally seen him do it with people he's been interviewing, if he really liked them. This was something that I had never experienced prior to meeting Joel, maybe I never met the right person, I don't really know why but I do know that the first time that I experienced it it kinda confused me. I had never been the center of anyone's attention before, at least not in an adult sense and when you're getting the full wattage of Joel's personality it's like being plugged into a nuclear power plant. His body seems to expand and his eyes become brighter and weirdly at the same time warmer and he seems to be radiating a special heat. A lock of his hair always seems to drop slightly over his forehead and the muscles in his chest and arms becomes more obvious and he touches even more than he usually does. His voice, which is normally deep, becomes a touch huskier and more intimate.
At the restaurant, towards the end of the meal, Joel was talking quietly to me when the waiter, who was gorgeous, walked up with the check and for a moment he seemed mesmerized by Joel and it was like he forgot what he was doing and just stared at Joel as Joel reached over and held my fingers. Joel suddenly seemed to realize what was happening and he turned to the waiter with a warm smile and nodding toward me said. "My boyfriend." The waiter just said, "Oh....oh god.....I'm sorry....I mean I didn't mean to eavesdrop." He started to walk away but then turned back and stammered. "It's just that you guys look so good together.......so...together."
"Why do you like me?" We were walking to the car and I was shouting because the waiter thing was perfect example of why I felt insecure. Why did this man love me? I was nice looking. He was fucking gorgeous. I had a pleasant personality. Joel could mesmerize.
Joel looked at me with exasperation. "What hun? What'd I do?"
I climbed into the car laid my head back against the seat. "It's not you Joel, it's me." I rubbed the balls of my hands against my eyes. I turned my head to him and slowly shook it back and forth. "I'm fucking nuts Joel. What the devil do you see in me?"
Joel had turned in his seat and was leaning back against the door looking at me. He didn't say anything for several seconds. "You don't kill bugs."
I wasn't even sure that I had heard him right. "What, whadya mean?"
He bent forward and picked up my hand and kissed the back of it. "You can't even bring yourself to kill a fucking bug. You cry at sad movies. You give money to every bum on the street even if you have to walk out of your way to do it. You stop talking so that I can say something even when you're in the middle of a story." He reached forward and held my face in his hands. His voice grew very soft. "You love me and you make me happier than I've ever been in my life. You've renewed my faith in human beings and made me realize what life really has to offer." He kissed me lightly and without moving away said. "I could go on and on and on. Baby, if you have to hear it from someone else, listen to me. You're unique, you're worth it, worth it in so many more way than I could ever tell you." He smiled broadly. "You fucking cum when I kiss you." He ran his fingers through my hair and then laid his cheek next to mine. "God.....do you honestly not know what you do to me?"
I could feel Joel's warm breath on my face and as I began to turn my head he turned his and our lips brushed and then we kissed. "I know, I know.....because you tell me. His hands are so large and powerful and they feel so warm holding my face. "I just get nuts sometimes."
"Well, instead of getting nuts, why don't we go and do my interview and then we can really talk nuts."
An hour later and Joel is walking out of the office building with his blazer, white shirt and tie on a hanger and slung over his shoulder.
He swung into the car. "That was a breeze. Guy loves to talk, especially about himself." He reached over and pulled me to him and kissed me. "Whadya say we pickup some dinner and go home?"
I laced the fingers of my right hand through the fingers of his left. "That sounds soooo good."
Joel's cell phone rang. "Yeah, hey Dad, how are ya? Good, good. Stephen and I are just headed home. I had an interview. No, it was part of the deal." Joel just listened for a few moments and got a very serious look on his face. Then he seemed to shrug it off and smiled. He turned to me while holding the phone against his chest. "My dad wants us to have dinner with him." He rubbed his forehead with his other hand. "This had to happen eventually. Can you deal with this Stephen?" He lifted his hand and dropped it. "I'll get us outta there fast Stephen, I promise. Can you?"
My brain was screaming "No!!!!!" But I said. "Sure Joel, I've gotta meet you dad eventually, might as well be now."