I was so tired, it only took me minutes to fall asleep. His arms were wrapped around me. His cock had wormed its way back inside of me. Every once in a while I would wake up as his hips would grind into me. His cock was still hard and buried deep inside my hole. So when he would rock back in forth, it was like a gentle fuck. Reminded me of a dog running in his sleep, only this dog was rutting my ass. I'd fall back to sleep to the rocking, and eventually, I guess he stopped. He was holding me so tight, I felt warm and secure. I could feel the fluffy, wiry mat of black chest hair pressed against my back. His hairy forearms wrapped around me holding me... in place.
My ass was producing its own wetness, combined with his previous load, so he slid smoothly in and out of me. The swelling in my ass lips receding. He felt so good inside of me. Like he belonged there. Though I half wondered if my hole would ever shut completely again. Locked in my cock cage, my dick just tingled with a vibration of its own. It did not strain against the cage. It was like it had a mind of its own and it knew its boundaries and was even happy with them.
Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, I roused again. This time he was not gently moving in and out. He was pumping his hips into me. But his breathing was heavy but not quite a snore... like he was still asleep. And he held me so tight, I could not turn around and see. I just lay there, locked in his embrace as he fucked me wordlessly... in his sleep. It did not take him long, at least from the time I woke up, to climax. I felt wet heat fill my guts as he slowed his thrusts. He purred a sigh and the tension went out of his body. His breathing still heavy, but his body limp and his cock still plugging my ass.
The next time I woke, the sun was streaming in the window and I realized my right leg was raised and draped over his. His right hand was between my legs, playing with my cock filled hole. He stroked the little bit of his pole that was not hidden inside my cavity. While I could not turn around and look at him, I could feel him grinning. Enjoying himself, enjoying my body, enjoying using my body.
"Damn boy, that was the best nights sleep! How did you sleep?" He prompted.
"Great sir," I beamed. "I cant believe you stayed hard inside of me all night long. Especially after you after you fucked me early this morning. You need to bottle that shit sir. You could make a lot of money!" I teased him.
"I what?" He asked surprised. "I fucked you this morning, like in the middle of the night? No wonder my balls feel so drained." And he laughed. Not just a chuckle this time but a full out laugh. The warmth of his voice reverberated right through his chest, into my back, and spread over my body. I could feel his erection bouncing in my guts.
"Thirsty boy? I need to piss bad, but I don't want to get up." He released his dick from my pussy grip and rolled onto his back. His thick meat sliding out with a slurp. He smacked my ass playfully, watching my firm meaty buns jiggle. Then he tugged on me, prompting me to roll over. I was still amazed, his cock was hard, the never ending erection.
"Do you need to see a doctor about that?" I was nearly serious. I never knew anyone to stay hard for so long. And I bent over him and took him in my mouth. I could taste his salty sweet seed and my ass juices on his cock still.
"No, it feels good. And I did not take any ED meds. This is all you boy.. and that amazing cunt." He reached around and fondled my hole, wet and spilling out a little of his kids. "Agh damn son, I hope I don't drown you, cause I really gotta go... can't hold it any longer." And with that he flooded my mouth with his pungent morning piss. I am usually a great swallower, never spilling a drop. But with his girth and the hydrant flow of his urine, I could not help but spurt a little back down in his pubes. So, I gulped and gulped and if I tried to stem the flow with my tongue or lips, he'd smack me till I opened up again. I wondered if he always took long pisses. Because again it was a few minutes before his stream slowed. My belly was full. I was thinking I might even forego my morning coffee thanks to his massive draught.
"Now, I am hungry. Let's go out for breakfast. You can wash up but don't release my cum. I want you to hold it inside until I tell you its ok." He stated, and then he rolled out of the bed and jumped into the shower. I just took a whore's bath and wiped down with a warm rag. As he was stepping out of the shower and drying off, I was bending over washing my face. He was behind me immediately. His fingers tracing the crevasse of my ass till they found the warm moist hole.
"Mmmmm," he purred, "don't put that out here like your in heat or we will never get to breakfast. His cock swelled and rubbed against me. I was sure he was going to poke me yet again. I breathed deep preparing my self. And he released me... Suddenly I had to piss. I hopped to the toilet and plopped down seated, like I was a 4 year old. Whew... made it just in time. I think I pissed all of his out too... my bladder was full. I had to sit thanks to the type of cage and me not being used to it. I would make a mess if I tried to stand. By the time I finished, he was already dressed. So I pulled on some shorts, a t-shirt, and sandals (which garnered me a raised eyebrow from him) as fast as I could.
We drove outside of town a little ways to a country diner on the side of an old 2 lane highway. Not many families stop here. It's mainly ranchers and truckers. It was slow this morning. There was the cook, one waitress, and only 2 other customers. The cook is a sexy stocky bear that I tend to drool over when I stop in. He's always very friendly and makes a point to come out and say hello. Though he looked a little bothered when I walked with Tom this morning. He smiled and nodded but his smile faded quickly and he returned to his chores.
"What is that about?" Tom asked. He had noted the odd greeting and tension between me and the bear cook. I didn't even know the bear's name. I had never even been sure if we were flirting. He was a bubba bear cooking in a diner in rural Texas. I just assumed he was being friendly. But it was obvious today that he was not happy to see me here with someone. Tom seemed quite amused by the whole thing. "I'm not surprised. You're a very cute cub. Any bear would be lucky to get his hands on you, or in you even." He smirked. Tom was such a handsome man. Rugged good looks. Tall and hairy. A few extra pounds, but he was solid. I liked them thick. And his compliments just made me all gooey to think a stud liked this found me attractive.
"What are you talking about?" I stammered, blushing a little. "I have only seen him a few times and we have only said hello to each other." I tried explaining. But it was obvious to anyone paying attention. There was an attraction between us.
"I want you to go to the bathroom in a minute." Tom instructed. "Stand at the urinal with your shorts open. He will follow you in a couple of minutes. Stay at the urinal until he enters. When he does, make sure he sees your cock cage."
