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Morning
Lost in my dream, I was flying over warm sand, high in blue sky, slowly connecting to myself as I slowly began to realize I was warm, back in my body, on the ground. My cock, now, yes, my cock. Hard, urgent, hungry, grasped.
Yes, grasped, held. A firm something, alive, around it. It's heat like my cock. Warm, almost hot. Movement, around my shaft, around its head, under the skin, exploring the wetness there, the new wetness. The hot firmness began to move, to, yes, stroke. Slow, wonderful, warm. Great.
My brain coming back from the curtains of sleep to this. To feeling the warm around my cock, to feel its movement. Sex, yes, it was all sex. There was nothing else in my brain but lust. More warmth, yes, I want more of this. What is my cock is all of me right now. Nothing else. No other thoughts, no other feelings, just hot around my cock, stroking, moving, holding.
Warm breath on my neck, my chest, then hot on my chest, in and out, soft, warm. Cock held, cock moving in warmth, my balls rising, now hot, nearly on fire with their need, my need. It is everything now, my need, my hunger, my want. Nothing else, but there is more.
Wet on my nipple, wet and skin and, yes, a tongue, licking. Yes, licking and tasting my nipple. Now warm and wet and on fire and turning hard. Wanting. It is all wanting. Don't stop. Keep going. Don't stop.
My nose finds him. His smell. His breath, his aroma, his odor. His smell, yes, it is him. I know that smell, that stink, that early morning sleep smell of him. Always next to me, warm, familiar, oh, so familiar.
It is him. Yes, him. I feel his hand now, around my cock, becoming my cock, as he pours on the fuel, my cock now hot, hard, urgent. Needing him. Wanting him.
His hairy chin, the soft whiskers of his big moustache now against my hot chest, catching the curl of hair around my nipple, as he sucks, licks, pulls. More, please. More.
Balls hard, high, tight, hot, stroking hand moving now. I feel hot now, full, tight, under my balls. My cum, yes, my cum. I want to explode, not yet. Soon. Oh, God, soon. This feels so good, so ...everything. Keep going. Don't stop.
Nipple fire spreads to balls, fingers holding me, other fingers moving me. Higher. Higher. Don't stop.
Breath. Yes, breath. Air. My chest open, taking it in, holding it. Too good. Can't hold it. I must pant, must gasp, as he takes me higher. More. More. Again. Slow, strong. Good.
The fire rages, builds. I sweat. The stink rising from my armpits, wet, stinky, good. He smells. He sweats. My hand finds his shoulder. Strong. Muscle. Skin. I grip, holding him. Don't leave. Don't quit. Don't. Yes. More. More, always more.
Higher we go, away from breath, away from everything but my cock, my cum now explodes. White lightning, fire everywhere. I am only my cock, I am only my cum flying, exploding, spurting. Yes, spurting. Too hot to keep, too hot. Too hot.
The fire rages, sparks and flame and then cool, good, relaxed. Good. Beyond good. No longer hungry, no longer only my cock. Balls and ass and belly and chest now alive, feeling. Good. Sweat drops soaking me. Good. Wanted.
I breathe again, finding air, smelling him, smelling me, smelling my cum, smelling the morning in my lover's embrace.
Copyright 2009. Oregon Bear