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Valentine's Day Morning
I thought I'd beat him to the punch, as I slipped out of bed, trying not to stop on that one board that creaked in the hallway. The cold morning gave me gooseflesh, even my balls rising up to escape the early morning chill, as I sneaked, bare assed, into the living room. The house was silent, as I slipped the little box of chocolate and the card out of the plastic sack in my briefcase, and set my gifts on his chair, next to where he always put his mug of coffee when we first got up.
"Ah, at last, I'm able to get his Valentine's Day present ready before he gets up," I thought. He'd always beaten me to the punch with our gifts for each other on Valentine's Day. This year, I'd vowed to outsmart him.
I stopped by the bathroom, getting a big sense of relief, and then crept silently back into the bedroom, avoiding that creaky old board one more time. Slowly, I slipped into bed, and gently pulled the covers over me, my lover turned over on his side, breathing quietly.
"Ah," I thought, "I didn't even wake him up."
I laid there, feeling the chill of the morning slowly subside, as I heated up my side of the bed again. I drifted slowly back, almost asleep, still enjoying my sense of victory in getting out his present before he woke up. Another breath, and I was about out, when rough fingers caressed my cock, warm and tender, until my manhood was encased in his meaty fist. One finger ran through the thick hair curled on top of my balls, raising my new-found lust, as my world narrowed to his fist around my cock, and his attention to my balls.
His other hand ran across my chest, pinching and stroking my nipples, and moved up to run through my bearded chin, then back down, this time to join his other hand, as he cupped my balls, and jacked my rising cock, until I was stiff, eager, and almost in pain, as my cum rose in my balls.
It all happened so quickly I had forgotten to breathe, taken aback by his sudden attack on my cock. No sense of foreplay here, as he quickly found my triggers, raising my horniness from zero to sixty in half as many seconds.
A few more strokes of my now oozing cock, and he pushed off the blanket, straddling me with his thick, hairy thighs, spreading his cheeks as he loomed above me, his muscular, thickly furred chest pushing close to my face, scraping coarsely against my nipples, now hard with lust. With a sudden thrust downward, he took my cock deep into his ass, plunging my cockhead into and through his hole, until I was buried balls deep inside of him, with a loud thunk, as his hairy butt cheeks pushed against the thick matt of hair above my cock, his balls pushing against my own balls, his chute gripping me hard, harder than his fist a moment ago.
Quickly, he thrust up and down, my cock his piston, as he fell down the full length of my sword and then pulled himself up quickly, almost tearing free of me, almost pulling my cockhead free, and then down again, resuming his attack on me.
I gasped again, forgetting to breathe again, as my cock filled to its bursting point with his invasion of my cock. I looked up to see his naked, bulging arms like pillars on each side of my shoulders, his massive pecs bulging and bouncing a bit with each thrust of his hips. His manly smell filled my nostrils, mixed with new sweat wetting his thick, curly haired pits. If lust was a cologne, it would come from my lover's sweat this morning, as he took me, hard, until I fought back, pushing my hips, my cock deep into him, matching him, thrust for thrust.
We banged hard against each other, the bed frame rattling against the floor and the wall with each thrust of our hips, our clenched butts, until, in a minute, or maybe it was two, I exploded inside of him, my balls emptying, flooding his ass with my morning load of jism, sweat pouring from my pits, my chest and underneath my drained balls.
As I came, his cock spasmed and shook, and ropes of his thick seed shot across my belly and sprayed gobs of cum across his chest, dripping, splatting down into the thick curls matting my chest, soaking a nipple and oozing into my wet armpit.
Drained, I finally was able to breathe, and lay there, spent, air again filling my lungs, as the stars began to fade from my eyelids. I looked up at him, his big grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief, and pride.
"I still gave you your present first."
Copyright 2009, Oregon Bear