The sun coming in from through the blinds the next morning woke me. I had a momentary panic as I thought 'where the hell am I', before remembering I was in John's bed. Then, as the fog cleared from my brain, I realised he had his arm around me. I moved myself a little closer in to his grip, memories coming back of the night before.
After the pure urgent lust for each other downstairs, John had invited me to his bed. I had gathered my clothes from the sitting room floor and followed John still naked, Jason was well out of it, and even if he did wake up and see he would still be so drunk he would not realise what was happening.
When I entered the bedroom John took me in his arms, holding me gently, and kissed me. Not the raw hard kiss he had given me before, this time caressing my mouth with his. He lowered me on to the bed and continued kissing me. I responded, letting my hands wander across his firm 42-year-old body. He pulled he closer, our naked flesh touching, there is nothing on this planet like being against somebody flesh to flesh, probably the biggest turn-on I know.
It didn't take long for my cock to get hard again.
John must have felt it pushing in to him, he let his hand wander down to softly stroke it. I reached down to his huge manhood, semi-hard, I copied John and started working it gently. As his cock grew so did his passion, John pulled me closer, his hand grabbing the cheek of my arse tightly forcing my groin in to his, at the same time his tongue drove harder in my mouth.
As I opened my mouth to let his tongue in, I could feel his hand move between the cheeks of my arse and his finger beginning to probe my ring. At first he just let his finger run around my hole, but soon he was testing it, seeing if it would accept his touch. I pushed my hips backward, trying to encourage him and I gasped as the tip of his finger entered me. He kept a tight hold on me with one arm, finger-fucking me with the other.
