He made me feel safe

Once he was asleep, I wasn’t sure what to do. All of a sudden the automatic light turned off. I was still not sure what I was going to do, but decided that now was the perfect opportunity to “sleep” with him. So I got comfortable, as I was about to fall asleep, Chris turned over. His arm reached over and pulled me in close to him. His heavy breathing was again on my neck. It was steady, soothing, and I slowly drifted off to sleep.

I awoke the next morning to a small bit of discomfort, as somebody’s hard abdominal muscles were pushing awkwardly into my morning wood. Chris still had his arm around me, and though I tried to move, his sleeping form wouldn’t let me. I managed to tuck my cock into the band around my pants, and just as I got my hands back out of that area, Chris slowly started to rouse.

He looked over to me and smiled. His grip on my shoulders tightened. He pulled me in closer and said “Good morning, stud”. Then he released me and moved back. We just looked at each other for a little while until I asked him how he was doing. He replied with a smile and then said he was never better. My eyes slowly moved down his body. I saw that he was definitely packing some morning wood, and there was just no hiding that I noticed.

I figured I should pay it off as a locker room innocent look, and marveled in a mock impressed tone about his size. He accepted the praise, and reached down and grabbed his man meat. He gently slid his hand down the shaft, pulling his pajamas down tight, leaving noting to the imagination. I swear, he must have been at least eight inches. Then he told me I should see it when it is fully hard.

I felt myself getting harder by the second. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to contain myself. I decided that this was it; this was when I would make my move. I asked him to switch me spots so I could get down. He didn’t question, and I said I would climb over as he slid under. As we started our tactical maneuver, I got one leg over him and was straddling him. I stopped moving, and just sat there, perched precariously over his large cock.

Instead of continuing our dance, I leaned my head down and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. I moved my head back up and looked him straight in the eye. My look told him he could have me in any way that best seemed fit. He didn’t say anything, so I moved one hand down and unbuttoned his pajamas. He took it from there and slid them all the way down. I reached down and started to remove his underwear, and again he slid them down the rest of the way. I unbuttoned my pants, and Chris pulled them down the rest of the way.

I lowered my head again to his head, and softy placed a soft kiss on his lips. His head rolled a little, but he did nothing to reciprocate. I took that to mean I was to do most of the work. So I started kissing his neck and worked my way down to the top of his chest. Once there I sat back up and looked down at his cock. It was now standing ten inches tall, and very wide. But all I wanted was it to be in me.

I positioned myself over him, and then moved down and began letting gravity do the work. It was so big I had trouble getting it in. So I lifted back up and moved down so I could lube it up. I gathered as much spit as I could and then took in as much of his dick as I could. I tried and tried but there was always more of it. Once I reached my limit, I pulled off of him and then got back into position. I moved his cock right to my back door and then began pushing down on it.

It was quite painful, but I refused to stop. I pushed and pushed and eventually the burning pain gave way to burning sensation. I opened my eyes, and saw that he was writhing in pleasure, his back arching, and his face contorted. I pushed as hard as I could, and eventually I could feel the delicate tingle of his pubic hairs. One more inch and I was resting on his lap. He placed his hands on my waist.

I couldn’t bring myself to move up on the shaft, so I just leaned down onto his chest. I couldn’t quite make it all the way, but this made it easier for Chris to start moving his hips. He moved so delicately at first, gently easing back and forth into my hole while holding me put with his massive hands. His cock was like a rod of fire. Eventually the pace began to quicken.

I pushed myself back up and he was thrusting straight up into me. I started to whimper, and then moan, and then I started to yell. Chris reached up with one of his hands and clapped it on my mouth. I was still trying to yell when his huge index finger plunged into my mouth. I started sucking on it, and stopped yelling.

All of a sudden Chris forced me around and I was in a doggy style position. He rolled on top, his cock still at least four inches into me. Here he was putting wrestling skills to use. He replaced his finger into my mouth, and then proceeded to pound my ass. He started to moan. He placed another figure in my mouth but his other hand was gripping my waist harder. He was ramming it in harder and faster. I knew it was coming.

Chris let out a fierce yell as his hot cum flowed into my ass. Shot after shot, six, seven, eight; it seemed to go on forever. Then his hips slowed down, and stopped. He pulled me around so he was under me on his back and my back was laying on him. He reached out in front of me and grabbed my cock. He jerked it off twice and I came all over myself. It got all over me and my face, and some of it landed on his chin. I tried to lift off of his cock, but he pulled me back down.

He spoke right into my ear. “I’ve never tasted cum and there is some on my face”. He stuck his tongue way out, and it barely touched the cum. He wiped it off on my shoulder, and then placed his mouth over the spot where he wiped it. He started sucking, getting every last drop of my cum into his mouth. Then he let out a huge sign of orgasmic delight and laid his head back down on me, still holding me down on top of him.

He said, “I am not going to let you get off of my cock. I like you there, and I know you like it there. So why don’t we get cleaned up the best we can and then see what to do next.” I don’t really understand how we slid off the bed still connected, but we managed. I assume that because it was so long it gave us enough room to move around. We awkwardly walked to the closet and got him a tight muscle shirt. Then he grabbed some gym shorts and slid them up to his waist, except for where his dick still stood up.

He was still hard after all of this, and I started to get really turned on again. We grabbed my pants. They were a little difficult to slip up but the made it up to my waist in the front. Chris’s dick was only semi-hard now, and it bent a little to allow me to get my pants on pretty well in the back. Then he said it was time for a shower. That meant we would have to walk in the hallway.

I opened the door, shirtless and his dick still inside me, sort of awkwardly leaning back on him as I moved. I looked out and it was all clear. I said lets go for it, and we walked to the bathroom. Just as I was about to open the door, Bradley opened it from the inside. I was quite surprised, and moved a little and stood next to the wall, and Chris moved and leaned against it. In fact, Brad hadn’t seen Chris and couldn’t see Chris from within the bathroom.

So we started talking, exchanging pleasantries, all the while my mind was racing on how to get Chris out of my ass without it being obvious. Bradley wasn’t sure why I wasn’t wearing a shirt, but I just said that my bathroom was flooded and I just got up and threw some pants on and walked down. This is where Chris started to be ridiculous. He started pulling the back of my pants down, and I wiggled a little so it wouldn’t be so obvious. Then Chris started to harden, and my ass was getting filled by the second. Once he was mostly hard, he started to slowly pound my ass standing up in the middle of the hallway.

I was trying to keep talking to Brad, and then he said he was going to go to his room, and that I was invited to join him. I said that sounded lovely, and I would be down in a minute, as soon as I got to go to the bathroom. He moved in for a hug and there was nothing I could do. He reached out and as he was wrapping his arms around my torso, he saw Chris. Chris didn’t miss a beat and pretended to have been sneaking up on me and he hugged me from behind. We were locked in a man-sandwich for like fifteen seconds. We laughed and Brad released me, and started walking down the hallway. Chris pushed me into the bathroom, where we laughed intensely and then proceeded towards a shower. We removed our clothes, and turned the water on.

We didn’t separate for the entire shower, and Chris dropped another load into my ass. Then we finished up in the shower, slipped our clothes back on, and snuck back into his room. He figured it would be fun if I gave him a piggy back ride to my room, and so he wrapped his arms around my neck and then hopped up onto my back.

The way we were positioned no one would guess he was in my ass as long as he stayed really close to me and pulled my pants up a little. I somehow managed to carry him up the stairs to my room and once there he slipped off of my back and out of my ass. My pants fell down and I felt the cum start to seep out. I started to reach for paper towels. But Chris stopped me and got on his knees. He started licking up his cum from my ass, and I just let him.

Once he finished licking every last drop of his own cum, he turned me around and gave me a big hug and a deeply passionate kiss. He winked at me and said goodbye, and then left me, sore and tired. I text messaged Brad and told him I would be down later, as I was going to work on some homework, but I really jumped up onto my bed and slept for like three hours. When I woke up I had a picture message from Brad. It was him naked, and it said meet me at three o’clock. I replied “Hells yes!”