My first submission to this site- please, by all means, I encourage you to comment on this. Good, bad, any input is much appreciated and lets me develop into a better writer –The Author
It was morning. The sheets, once smelling of whatever detergent, was neutral- in fact, it smelled a bit...masculine.
As well it should, considering that there was a naked man sleeping peacefully, a slight smile playing on his lips. He looked no older than thirty or so. His body was curled around a stocky sleeping figure.
That would be me.
I was awakened by a rather full bladder and a hard, wet, and stiff tool jabbing between my thighs. I smiled with my eyes still closed, and his arm over me, grasping my chest in his grip.
"After all that happened last night, you're still hard as a rock?"
I thought to myself.
I slowly opened my bleary eyes. Even without my glasses on, I could make out the clock radio; 1:43 pm.
"Well, that makes sense; he didn't finish with me until around 4 or so in the morning..."
I looked around the bed, and could see bits and pieces of the night before. A half-used bottle of lubricant- the good stuff, I could tell. My jock strap that I had worn, my silk boxer shorts, my regular boxer briefs, my belt, a digital camera- of which I'm sure the memory card was full of pictures- each more explicit than the last.
"I'll have to put those pictures on my laptop sometime today, if he'll give me a break to do it",
I thought to myself. We had the room till Sunday at noon, which meant another whole day of doing nothing.
I shifted slightly and my skin crackled. It was then I realized how much cum was really on me. My stomach was scaled in it, and it was covering my ass all over, matting the mild hair on me. He shifted slightly, and I felt the wetness between my legs. Still very warm and very hard. God, there must have been more than I thought. I tasted it still on my tongue- slightly salty with a tang to it, not all together unpleasant, but I'm sure if I had talked to someone they would have picked up on it right away.
I was awake by now and very hard myself. It had been an exhausting night, one in which I had many barriers broken- both physically and mentally. The taste on my breath and the slickness inside of me, where his cock had ravaged and owned me for the first time ever, testified to those shattered barriers.
I was shocked I could still be hard. After all he had drawn out of me; I was amazed my body could still find a desire for more. Perhaps I was more insatiable than I gave myself credit for.
What was even more astounding was how he could still be hard. He must have fed me so much cum that a DNA test may very well have shown I was a relative! But there he was, a hard maroon head poking between my thighs- it looked like I had two cocks!
I knew that more was to ensue tonight, but as it was now 2:04 in the afternoon, I wanted to get started on cleaning myself up. A dirty slut was fine, but a dirty, unclean and smelly slut- well, it was only a certain type of guy who was into that. I didn't take him for one, but the night was full of surprises- who knew?
I eased myself from his embrace- he had fallen asleep with one hand cupping my breast and nipple- I'm a bigger guy, it only follows that I be endowed. I didn't mind- my nipples were sensitive and I've always loved watching a woman titty-fuck a guy. I moved his hand and threw the sheet over him to replace my warmth. It wasn't much, and the sheet was sticky in places.
I padded buck naked, with a hard-on bouncing around, to the bathroom. I relieved myself of my bladder and shook the last couple drops out- keep the pipes clean. I admired my body in the mirror. I wasn't much to look at. I was a chubby guy, had a stomach and what amounted to titties on a guy- each ending in a pretty sensitive nipple. But I did think I had a cute face and my lips were my favorite feature- I had to admit, they were pretty nice. I wasn't excessively hairy- just as much as a regular guy would expect. I tried to keep myself trimmed and I think my hair added definition to myself. I noticed cum trails from my mouth, from where his prodigious loads had leaked out, as well as cum streaks on my stomach, most likely from me.
The memory of the taste made me hard again and I turned to my shower. I cranked the dial to hot- I'm not a fan of scalding, just enough to fog up the bathroom. I stepped in the bathtub and let the water hit me. It liquefied the dry, scaled on cum and washed it away. The water was extremely warm and I rubbed my hands all over me. I turned around and started to soap myself, being sure to hit my cock, my balls, and my freshly fucked asshole, along with all the other parts of me. I even got out my special body wash and applied it very liberally- I mean, this is the reason why they had it! I let it wash off of me and did my hair. The water felt good against my head, and it was very conducive to thinking. I leaned my head against the wall and started to drift out of consciousness- not to sleep, but that halfway mark where everything feels sort of like a dream.
