My Fantasy - Chapter 10.6 - The Morning After By mattbuck matt_v_jellicle@hotmail.com
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Codes: MM, Oral (MM), Anal-Oral (MM), Anal (MM), WAM (Shaving foam), Bondage (belts)
I woke up the next morning to the glorious feel of Danny pressed against my nude body. I opened my eyes and looked up at his face haloed by the morning sunshine. He smiled at me,
"Morning, lover." No dream - pure, sweet reality.
"Euh..." I groaned, "It's not time to get up, is it?"
He put his arm over me, hugging me and kissing me on the cheek.
"Not if we don't want to."
"Then," I said, rolling onto my side so I was face to face with him, "I think I'd like to stay here a while." Our lips met and we shared a loving kiss, just happy to be with each other. We lay there, cuddling for a while in silence.
"Matt, you remember what I told you? It's still true. I love you."
"I love you too. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone before, please, never leave me."
He kissed me.
"Never. I promise."
This was the most sexual experience I'd ever had; yet there was nothing sexual to an outside observer. To me, though... I could feel his right arm wrapped around me, his breath on my face, his legs intertwined with mine, but especially the warmth of his chest pressed against my own. All things I'd done separately with others, sexual or not, but somehow with him it was different - like aspects of a masterpiece by any of the great composers they came together to be greater than the sum of their parts, a symphony of love in C minor. My face formed into a smile; I was finally at peace.
"What're you thinking about?" Danny asked me, half laughing, at my expression, I guessed.
"About how much I love you, and how I could happily spend the rest of my life in this bed with you."
"Not the whole of your life, I think. You want to get some breakfast?"
My brain was considering this when my stomach answered for it - yes. I swung my legs out of bed and looked around for any of my clothes. I discovered them strewn across the floor somewhat randomly, and hurriedly pulled them on. Danny found his dressing gown and put that on before heading downstairs to the kitchen.
"I'm sorry there's not much choice," Danny was saying. I put a finger to his lips and told him that nothing mattered as long as I was with him. We sat across the kitchen table from each other, eating a bowl of cereal. My feet soon found his, and my right started moving up his leg, pushing under his dressing gown. I was about six inches away from his cock, able to feel the heat radiating, when his hand caught my foot.
"Save it for later." He said. I nodded, and we finished our breakfasts. Danny went upstairs to change (much to my disappointment), and came back wearing some of the softest clothes imaginable - his parents must use extra fabric softener when they do the washing - dark blue trousers and fleece. I lay back into the corner of the sofa, and he lay on top of me in a reversal of the previous evening. We just sat and talked for upwards of an hour, enjoying each other's company. Talk turned to the events of the previous day, and analysis set in.
"Did you like John being shaved?" I asked him.
"Couldn't you tell?" he laughed, "I loved it: he was so smooth. Makes me feel hairy and rough."
"Is that you saying that you want to be shaved?"
"Hmmm... yeah, I guess it is," he replied.
"You might need help on that,"
"Is that you offering to help shave me?"
"Hmmm... yeah, I guess it is, but on one condition."
"What's that?"
"You help do me."
He rolled over onto his stomach and looked up at me.
"I'd love to."
We kissed then, our lips meeting gently, savouring the moment. It felt so good, such intimate contact yet so... light.
"I guess we'd better get up if you want to be shaved today - the shops are only open for a few hours."
"So soon?" I whined, "Can't we just stay here a bit longer?"
He got up regardless and pulled me onto the floor.
"Come on," he said. I grabbed hold of his foot, and licked it as I pulled, bringing him to the floor on top of me.
"OK, OK," he laughed, "once we're shaved we'll spend the whole afternoon in bed. That suit you?"
"I'm not sure," I replied. "Just staying here and licking your foot seems pretty good to me. How about I get the pants you're wearing?"
"I'm not wearing any." Danny smirked.
"I'll take them anyway."
Danny smiled at me, and after collecting some shoes, socks and money, we left the house and walked hand in hand to the shops. If there were any odd glances, I was too in love to care - all I cared about was Danny's cold hand clasped over mine. We stopped holding hands as we walked into Boots, and set about browsing opposite sides of the shaving aisle. We were presented by a quite frankly bewildering array of safety razors and shaving creams. We eventually chose what looked best and left with a bag containing two razors and a few spray-cans of shaving foam. We stopped on the way back and bought a take-away pizza for lunch, which we ate in a nearby park, my right hand never far from his left. I guess we behaved much like any other young couple, really; it was just so refreshing to be able to do this in front of everyone. I loved him and didn't care who knew it. My raison d'ˆtre, meus culpus, Danny. We ran upstairs and fell into a cuddle on his bed. His lips descended onto mine, his warm body pressing against mine. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of his sensuous lips against mine as he ground his crotch against me. My arms closed around him, my right hand moving down to squeeze his gorgeous ass. His lips left mine and I opened my eyes, looking up into his deep brown ones.
"How do you want to play this?" Danny whispered.
"Go get a chair, meet me in the bathroom." I replied.
The weight on me left, and I got up, and went to the bathroom with the shaving stuff. I filled the basin with warm water, and looked up just as Danny came in with a chair. We gently stripped each other, kissing and hugging all the time. After both using the toilet, I made Danny sit down on the chair. I quickly ran to his bedroom, and found his belts. Picking up about five, I went back to the bathroom and told him to close his eyes. I put the first belt around his upper chest, buckling it at the back of the chair.
"Matt, what the fuck?" He exclaimed.
"Danny, just trust me, you'll enjoy it, and I promise you can do it to me in return."
"I'll trust you but... I've never even thought of being tied up as sexual."
"Well, partly this keeps you still so you don't get cut, but it does kind of give me a power. And when I'm where you are now... just letting you do whatever you want... I love it. But what's more important is that I love YOU, and I don't want to ever lose that. If you don't like it, just say so and I'll stop. I promise."
The next belt went at his waist, then one on each ankle at different legs of the chair to keep his legs spread. I kissed him on the lips and finally tied his arms behind the back of the chair. He was well and truly stuck. I sat down on his lap facing him and stroked my hand up his chest. He was gorgeous, so sexy... His cock was hard (as was mine) and I rubbed it gently, smearing precum over my finger then licking it off. I leant in to kiss him, whispering as I did,
"How... did I never... notice how... gorgeous... you are before... this year?"
"Well," he whispered between kisses, "we never... really talked."
He was straining his bonds, trying to get closer to me. I moved forward so we were chest to chest, my head to the side of his.
"When we finish here, you can take me any way you like. I know you need it. But I guess you've just got to wait."
I stepped off him and sprayed some of the foam onto my hands, then rubbed it onto his chest.
"I'm going to enjoy doing that to you." He commented. I pulled the razor down the centre of his chest, exposing the now-smooth skin below. I wiped one hand off on his legs and wiped away the foam from around his nipples, not wanting to accidentally cut them. I continued shaving his chest between the two belts, all the while talking with him about how we'd fuck later. I moved onto his legs, shaving from mid-thigh down and then shaving the tops of his feet. After turning him around once I shaved his whole body except his pubes (but shaving his cock and ass), head and armpits (I liked those). He went under the shower and came out a minute or so later, his smooth body glistening. He looked more gorgeous than ever - my love. I ran a hand over his chest, feeling how smooth it was.
"Your turn now, Matt." He said. He looked as if he enjoyed lathering my body, and I certainly did. Being tied up and at his mercy was so erotic, and his teasing brushes of my skin... I was hornier than I could remember being before - his shaving my cock was the ultimate test of willpower over sensation, but somehow I managed to not cum. For a while he threatened to shave my pubes, but he relented and kept as much of my hair as I had of his, except he shaved my chin as well. He turned me round one final time and sat on my lap facing me.
"Matt, you've been soooo good... Do you want to cum now?" I nodded mutely in response before his lips touched mine in an ecstasy of love. He shifted closer to me, and undid the belt around my wrists, freeing my hands. I pulled him against me, and we kissed and hugged passionately, loving the feel of each other's smooth skin through the thin film of shaving cream. Getting off again, he undid all my other restraints and pulled me under the shower with him. When we were both clean of any foam (and a bit dryer with a towel), I followed him back to his bed.
"Matt, can I please... fuck you?" he asked quietly. I climbed into bed on top of him and brought my lips down on his.
"As long as I get to cum first. You did say you'd let me."
I silenced Danny with a hand over his mouth, and knelt over him. He was so perfectly smooth now, gorgeous. My wet cock agreed. I took my cock in my hand and slowly dragged it across his chest, leaving a line of shiny precum. I admired the first stroke of my "brush" on the canvas of Danny's chest. I moved to the side, and my next stroke went along Danny's left underarm, through the hair of his armpit and up to his nipple, which I circled. I repeated this on the other side, moaning in contentment. Now I turned around, and bending over to show him my arsehole, I rubbed my cock-head against his cute tummy button. I moved lower, and wrapped my other hand around his cock, bringing them together. Whitish precum was staring to form on his cockhead, kept in by the foreskin. I couldn't wait to have him up my arse, I could just imagine how good it would feel forcing my arsehole open wide, then him finally cumming in me.... I needed release, quickly. I turned back around and presented my cock to Danny's willing mouth and tongue. He immediately started sucking, not getting much in from that bad angle, but giving me ecstasy. His tongue flicked over my wet head, teasing me, exciting me, getting me to the brink... suddenly a finger was stuck up my arse and I came explosively in his warm mouth, held in place by my hands. I lay back, and let him pull my arse to his face, spitting all the cum he'd caught over my arsehole and inserting two fingers straight away. He wriggled out from underneath me, his cock dragging down my back to my arse. His cool fingers gently pulled at my cheeks, opening me as much as possible.
"You ready?" he asked. I looked into his deep brown eyes, and nodded my assent. He was like a child at Christmas, not wanting to play with his toy in case it should break. I gave a hand to position his cock at my arsehole, and let him push in slowly, getting used to the sensations of flesh. I got my legs out of the way as much as I could, and he leant down to kiss me, a slow, intimate, loving kiss. His hands had migrated to my head, and were brushing my hair up so he could kiss better. Mine were firmly on his back, holding him tight, the way I wanted to be forever. His lithe body felt so good against me; his lips on mine a symphony of love, a harmony of feeling.
It's not necessary to go into what happened for the rest of that afternoon, and frankly I'm not sure I want to. Suffice to say that when I had to go home, it felt as though part of me was dying by being separated from Danny. One final kiss behind the door, and as I walked down the road I looked back and saw Danny blow me one final kiss. So much in love. Parting such sweet sorrow? Shakespeare got that wrong. I'd see him again the next day, but what had happened that past twenty-four hours had changed my life in ways I still don't understand. I could never stand losing him, my love, my raison d'etre: my Danny.