It’s rainy, stormy days like today that I’m thankful I have someone by my side. There’s nothing better than sex on a cold rainy day. I watched him sleep, his mousy brown hair all ruffled and all over the place. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. I leaned down and kissed his forehead. He stirred a little but continued to sleep soundly. I wonder what he’s dreaming about. Whatever it was, it had him quite content; a sweet smile covered his face.
I pulled down the bed sheets to admire his perfectly sculpted body. His chest is lightly covered with curly patches of hair. It’s not enough to be considered a bear but just enough for me. When we first met he used to shave it clean, “guys like a smooth body,†he would tell me. Not long after we started dating he stopped that. I convinced him that not all guys were into smooth bodies. I myself am naturally smooth and have always preferred guys with a little hair on their chests. I guess it’s true; we all want what we don’t have.
I let my fingers follow his hairy trail down to his flat abs. He moves a little and lies flat on his back. His growing erection pressed up against his white briefs. He must be having a dirty dream. I had better be in it, I thought. My hand traveled down to the bulge in his briefs. I squeezed on the tip of his head and made a rush of pre cum ooze out, creating a wet spot. I stroked his shaft, tracing every vein with my finger. He was not incredibly big, probably about seven inches but he was cut and slim. A perfect length to slide in and out of my ass with ease.
My hand went down to his cum filled nut sac. They felt heavy, very much in need of some release. I gave them a squeeze, and then placed my mouth over the warm fabric, sucking on them through the warm cloth. I took in his scent. It was the right mix of sweat and masculinity, a familiar smell that really got me going. I slid down his briefs, releasing his hard member. The pre cum flowed freely from his bell shaped head and with one lick I wiped away as much as I could. It tasted sweet and my tongue worked his slit for the rest of it.
With one hand cupping his tight sac, I took him in my mouth, deep throating him to the root. My face buried deep in his brown bush. I looked up to see his reaction but he still appeared to be asleep. There was a devilish grin on his face but otherwise there was no sign of acknowledgement. I pressed my tongue against the underside of his cock, stroking it from root to head. Up and down I worked my tongue all over him. He tasted so good, in my mouth I sucked harder on him, squeezing on his shaft as I came up.
The faster I sucked on him the more he…
