Weeks had gone by since my night with John. I still was in disbelief that it happened. I was still unsure if it wasn't a dream. Nights I laid awake waiting for his return with no contact, no signs, no sounds, nothing but the quietness of this small country town.
One eerie fall night as the cool air rolled across the fields, I decided I needed a shower before I went to bed. As I was washing up under the hot water, I felt the presence of someone watching me. At first, I was creeped out by the feeling I was being watched, but then I thought maybe it was John. Maybe he was there watching me shower, so I continued washing and got out. I dressed as I usually do for bed, which at the time, was just my white undies and a white T-shirt. As I climbed into bed and pulled the covers over my body, I whispered, "John If you are here, I am ready for you."
I tried to stay awake, but alas I dozed off quickly and was sound asleep. That is until I felt his presence in the room. I awoke feeling him in bed with me. I could feel the warmth of another body, yet no one was lying next to me. I felt the warmth of hands rubbing up and down my chest under my T-shirt. I felt the yearning as someone, something was seducing me. I felt the urge to kiss, to cuddle to hug, to be made love to.
Just like before, something began tugging at my underwear, I felt them start sliding down my legs. My dick getting harder by the second. My lust developed quickly as I gave myself to him. I felt the warmth of his hand grabbing and holding my shaft. How I longed to see his face, kiss his lips, and see the man, who was taking me at his whim. And even though I was straight, I longed for his sexual advances. I wanted to roll over and come chest to chest with John, to kiss him, to wrap my arms around his body, to feel him there, more than in spirit.
The warm wet sensation of his mouth quickly covered my cock as I felt the sensation of getting a blow job. I laid flat on my back, my legs spread open, while I was being sucked off. I was loving every minute of it and wanted to suck his dick. I wanted to see what it looked Ike, what it felt like, how long it was and I wanted every inch of it in my mouth, as he was sucking on mine.
Suddenly my legs were thrust up toward my chest, in an aggressive, forceful manner. John's dick slid inside of me. Slowly at first with a slight in and out motion, but deepening with every push. It was surreal to be lying here, legs up, almost pinned to my chest, while feeling a dick deep inside of me, yet seeing no one over me. Feeling his thrusts, his width, his grith penetrating me, all while being alone. But I was enjoying every moment of it. I was pulling on my cock, moaning out in pleasure as he fucked me like a man should be fucked.
"Oh, John! Yes, John. Fuck me." Slipped from my lips time and time again, as he continued ramming his cock in and out of me.
I had been waiting for this for weeks and now that he was here, I wasn't going to let a moment of this night pass by without enjoying every second of it.
"John, Kiss me. Kiss me." Sprang from my lips as I opened my mouth to French kiss him, waiting to feel his tongue hit mine. But somewhere in the mix of it all, I was still alone, still longing, still hoping to get more.
I could feel his dick, in me. I could feel his momentum, I knew I was being fucked, but I just couldn't see him, hear him or touch him.
