Under the light of the sun, his skin had the color of caramel. His smile was wide and goofy, scrunching up his chubby cheeks and turning his eyes into mischievous slits when he was amused or thinking up of something funny to say. When he had beer in hand and the company of friends, he liked to crack corny jokes which always made me laugh.
His demeanor was the opposite when he was serious, as he most often is, when facing the computer, puzzling out the code to an application that he was developing. There was a slight furlough on his wide forehead and his lips were full at that point where he's about to frown, eyes locked on the screen in fierce concentration. I often restrain myself from going over to kiss him, but it's hard when his lips are so damn kissable. It's all I can do not to slam the screen down on its keyboard and take him on top of the heated notebook.
I thought about all his different moods, as he lay sleeping beside me. David had a blissful face, almost like a baby in slumber, if you didn't mind his loud snoring. He slept on his side, with nothing but boxers on. I touched the calluses of his knuckles. I wanted to lightly run the tip of my fingertips on the smooth skin of his forearms but I didn't want to wake him up. Even if I did want to have sex with him. Again. And again. And again.
I settled for placing my hand on his rotund belly. David was stocky, but not morbidly obese. Still, I loved him the way he was, weight issues and love handles, notwithstanding. I found him so damn sexy. While tracing the line of his meaty shoulders, running to his clavicle and then to his nearly-nonexistent neck, I felt the stirrings of a very urgent desire. I was tempted to wake him up and mount his groin like a cowboy.
I cupped his crotch and felt how turgid his cock had become in his sleep. The arousal was getting there, but not yet at full mast. I squeezed him gently, and he grunted, and went back snoring. I slid his boxer briefs down to look at his cock. There was nothing exemplary about his length... it was average. But David's girth was remarkably thick. The tips of my fingers do not touch when I hold it at its full circumference. And the frenulum of his cock head was flanged like a mushroom, turning a deep purple at half mast, and an angry red when full. I gently masturbated David through the cloth of his boxers, savoring the feel of blood rushing through the veins of his penis, until the heft of his cock was full in my hands, then I squeezed it for good measure. David grunted again and came close to waking up.
Resisting no further, I leaned close and gave him a deep kiss on his wonderfully full lips. It was probably 3 in the morning. I could smell the morning breath lingering in his mouth but oddly, I found the intimate scent even more arousing. He opened his mouth and I took the opportunity.
"Hmmmprrrphhh... wuh...?" David sleepily tried to say, trying to make sense of the alien flesh of my tongue inside his mouth, which blocked what would have been a very rude snore. I squeezed ever so tightly on his cock, making him groan deep into my mouth. Instinctively, David grabbed me in a very tight embrace, wrapping his meaty forearms around my lean body and rubbing his thigh against my leg. His cock was oh so hard, and I just kept masturbating it over and over.
David rolled me over my back, his burly body lying on top of me. There was still some sleepiness in his drowsy eyes, but at the core of it, I could see the lust has started to take root. His arousal was hot, heavy and hard against my palm.
"Mmmm baby, why are you always waking me up for sex, huh?", he asked in a low bedroom voice, his mouth breaking into a slight grin which could only be seen at the corner of his mouth. He kissed me before I could even answer, his morning breath driven in by the thick tongue which invaded my mouth. It was a hard and forceful kiss, all lust and want and need. He ground his cock hard on my ass and I gave it a tight squeeze with my hands.
David stopped kissing long enough to say, "Stop. I don't want to cum on your fingers. I want to go deep in your ass." I grinned mischievously and squeezed even tighter, which made David groan deeper. "Stop it, damn you," he said, nipping my bottom lip and invading my mouth with his tongue.
"My ass is sore," I told him. "I'm not yet used to your size."
"I'm just too fucking big for you, am I?" he gloated, and reached down, took hold of my erect cock through the cloth of my shorts and squeezed. "And you're very hard for Daddy," he said with a grin. "Why aren't you letting me sleep? If you don't want me to fuck you, why are you playing with my cock?"
