Date: Sat, 30 Mar 2013 08:40:50 -0300
From: Matthew David <matthew.david.david@gmail.com>
Subject: Beach Wedding Slave - Part 11

Author's Note:

This story is intended for people over 18 only.  All characters are over
18. Please understand that although this story depicts unprotected sex with
multiple partners and/or complete strangers, such actions are unwise and
unsafe. Please always use protection.

Please send any feedback to matthew.david.david@gmail.com.


Beach Wedding Slave
Part 11

    "I brought company," Trent said from behind the three young men, a
smile a mile wide on his face.  How the hell did he convince them to come
up here, I thought in a panic.  "Matthew, I'd like you to meet Sam, Rick
and Woody."

    I was still so stunned, it took a moment to register that Trent had
been speaking.  The three dudes were standing there before me looking
awkward and nervous.  It suddenly struck me that I was laying on the bed
naked and had been fingering my ass when everyone had come into the room.
I pulled a sheet over myself to cover my hard cock and my embarrassment.

    "I was just telling the boys here, Matthew, what a top notch cocksucker
you are," Trent continued without missing a beat.  "They're here on
vacation without their girlfriends and haven't had much luck with the girls
on the resort."  Trent stepped forward past the guys and grabbed the sheet,
yanking it down off of me in one quick motion.  I was once again completely
exposed in front of them all.

    "I thought it might be nice for you to give them a little relief, show
them how good you are at sucking dick," Trent said.  "What do you think?"

      I managed a weak sounding, "Yes Sir."  My eyes passed over each of
the guys, quickly taking in the situation.  The first one, who I recall his
friends naming Rick down by the pool, was tall and dark, a well defined
chest under a tight fitting tshirt.  The one in the middle, who had thrown
my underwear into the pool, was shorter and built of solid muscle to match
the cocky look on his face.  The third dude was heavier, with a bit of a
belly, a handsome face framed with a well trimmed beard.  They all looked
to be in their early 20s, not much older than the hustler twinks from the
beach.  It was obvious all three had been drinking and were clearly in
various stages of being drunk.  I was beginning to understand how Trent
managed to convince them to come up to the room.

      "Come on boys, don't be shy," Trent encouraged.  "Matthew has been
getting lots of practice lately, he won't disappoint."  I picked up on how
he said the word boys, it was the same way he said it to me - Trent was
definitely in control of this situation.  He signalled for me to get off
the bed and I found myself kneeling on the floor before the three dudes,
thankful that this new position offered me more modesty than laying spread
naked on the bed.

      "He can suck my dick," the muscular guy said, "but I'm not going to
let him swallow my cum."

      "Yeah, same here," the one named Rick added.

      "Not a problem," Trent reassured, "Matthew had the foresight to lay
out three cumrags for us."  Trent was now leaning on the dresser and had
found the speedos I had draped there.

      This seemed to please the three guys, and they positioned themselves
around me, Rick to the left and the other two beside him.  The muscled one
in the middle began to undo his belt first, for some reason he was wearing
bluejeans in this excessive southern heat.  He popped his buttons open and
I could see a baggy pair of striped boxers underneath.  To the left, Rick
began to undo the laces holding his board shorts closed.  The last one
stood there massaging his manhood through the fabric of his cargo shorts.

      "You want to go first, Sam?" asked Rick of the one in the middle,
allowing me to figure out the heavier guy was Woody.

      "Fuck yeah, I'm going to bust my nut on this queer's face," he
answered.  He yanked his boxers down and revealed a modest sized cock
jutting out from a thick bush of dark pubes.  He jerked his shirt up
slightly and I could see the hair continued up over his defined abs.  I
opened my mouth and moved in, eager to feel his cock reach it's full
hardness in my mouth.  I grasped his thighs and felt his disproportionately
thin legs through the thick fabric.  Clearly he spent all his time at the
gym working on his upper body, I thought to myself, no wonder he's wearing
jeans.

      Even as I approached Sam's cock, the aroma of his musky manhood rose
up to numb my senses, clouding my mind with lust.  He had a good looking
cut cock, about the same size as mine.  Two hairy balls dangled down from
his shaft, resting on his jeans bunched halfway down his thighs.  I reached
forward and took his balls in my hand, gently pulling him closer to my
face.

      I ran my tongue along the shaft of his prick, taking time to swirl it
around the head and taste Sam's precum.  He moaned in response, his cock
rock hard and throbbing even before I even took it into my mouth.  I knew
right away this muscled boy would not last long once I got my lips wrapped
around his pole.  "That's right queer, lick my cock," Sam groaned.

      Beside me, Rick had opened his shorts and pulled out his handsome
dark cock and was slowly stroking it to erection.  Woody was still working
his meat through his cargo shorts and seemed reluctant to pull out in front
of his friends.  From the corner of my eye, I could see Trent leaned up
against the dresser watching us.

      Rick looked towards Trent as I did and said, "Remember dude, no
pictures."

      Trent nodded, smiling as he watched me on my knees.  "I'll remember
as long as you remember to text me the ones you took of Matthew last
night."  He then looked right at me and said, "We're going to have to start
you a scrapbook."

      Rick continued to stroke his prick with one hand, and managed to pull
out his phone and work it easily with the other.  I have always been
baffled when I've witnessed some guy in a washroom taking a piss and
sending a text message at the same time, this struck me as hardly any
different.  "What's your number?" he said and punched it in as quickly as
Trent listed it off.  Barely a heartbeat later Trent's phone vibrated and
chimed simultaneously.  "There," Rick said and deftly returned his phone to
his pocket.

      I figured I wasted enough time licking Sam's shaft, it was time to
show these boys what a good cocksucker I could be.  I swallowed his prick
whole, taking all of him down my throat without any gagging.  I reached a
hand up to stroke Rick's cock and another to rub Woody's through his shorts
and all three boys moaned in unison.  I slid my lips up and down Sam's hard
shaft, his member slick with my spit.  His cock started to throb and I knew
he was getting close to orgasm.  I may have been disappointed in his lack
of stamina if I didn't have two more cocks awaiting my talented mouth.

      "Fuck, I'm gonna shoot!"  Sam threw his head back and let out a long
deep moan.  He put a hand on my forehead to push me away, simultaneously
pulling his cock out of my mouth and I remembered his reluctance to let
'the queer' swallow his cum.  Before I could give it further thought, I saw
his cock erupt and felt him shoot his thick load onto my face.  Gobs and
gobs of his sticky white cum splashed over me and I knew I had done a good
job giving him head.

      "Fuck yeahhhhhhh," he groaned through clenched teeth.

      When he finished, I had just enough time to run my tongue over my
sticky lips and taste his seed before my vision went black with the fabric
of the first speedo.  Trent stood behind me and was rubbing the swimsuit
over my face, collecting up all of Sam's load on the colorful material.
"Next," he said and returned to lean on the dresser with the cum drenched
speedo.

      Rick stepped up for his turn, shouldering his friend to the side. His
board shorts had fallen to his ankles and he held his cock in his hand,
pointing it towards my face.  It was darker than Sam's fleshy pink member,
with a foreskin wrapped tight around the head.  Rick's balls were hairless
and his pubes were cropped close and sculpted into a neat patch.  I reached
forward and he let me take his cock in my hand and I opened my mouth to
swallow his swollen member.

      My mouth was hot and wet on his prick and Rick responded to me with a
shudder that ran through his body echoed with a moan.  I alternated between
sucking on the head and running my tongue under his foreskin and licking up
and down his rock-hard fuckpole.

      After several minutes, I sensed he was getting close.  He had been
stroking his shaft while I blew Sam and had already worked himself halfway
towards orgasm.  I bobbed my head up and down on his pole until he began to
shake in my mouth and I knew it was time for my second facial.

      I allowed him to pull his cock out of my mouth and he started to
stroke it quickly.  I angled my head to the side and began running my
tongue over his hairless balls.  This brought Rick to the edge and he
busted a nut on my face as I continued to lick his sack and around the
insides of his thighs.  As he finished cumming, Trent was once again behind
me to wipe the load off my face with the second pair of speedos.  "Good
boy," he whispered in my ear.

      Rick joined his buddy Sam on the edge of the bed, both boys had
already pulled their pants up and were alternating between looking at me
and looking at the floor.  The only cock left was Woody's, their heavyset
shy friend.

      I turned my body so I was in front of him and reached for the
waistband of his shorts.  He was sporting a big erection, I could tell, but
was reluctant to reveal his cock.  I assumed he was self conscious of his
body, particularly around his two gym obsessed buddies.  If he only knew
how attractive he really was, I thought, he was very handsome and his few
extra pounds only added to his masculinity.  Compared to his two friends
who were basically douchebags, Woody was a catch.

      But when I pulled his shorts down and his prick sprung to life before
my eyes I knew his reluctance was not because of his body image.  Running
through the slit of his prick and looping down under the head was a thick
metal ring - Woody was hiding a pierced cock.

      "Shit man!  When did you get that done?" Rick blurted when he saw his
friend's penis.

      "Did it hurt?" Sam questioned a second after.

      Woody's only answer was a sharp inhale followed by a deep moan, I had
already wrapped my mouth around his fleshy, pierced cock.  He filled my
mouth more than either of his friends, and I could tell he would have more
stamina than the both of them combined.  I worked myself up and down on his
member, licking and sucking and trying not to chip a tooth on his piercing.
It was an odd sensation having the metal move around in my mouth like that.
I did my best to tune into what he liked and unsurprisingly found that he
prefered when I held just the tip of his cock in my mouth and ran my tongue
over the ring.  He also responded quite well when I ran my hands up his
chest, feeling his nipples and hairy belly.

      I blew Woody for quite a while before he started to get close to
cumming.  For the past few minutes my mind was fixated on what it would
look like when he came, the piercing was running right through his piss
slit.  I would have to be cautious not to get an eyeful of cum trying to
solve this particular mystery I reminded myself.

      Woody began to moan deeper and he made no move to pull out of my
mouth.  He took me by surprise by shooting the first burst of cum and I
could taste his salty essence on my tongue.  I pulled him out before he
could dump his entire load down my throat and felt the next few spurts of
cum splash over my face.  He was groaning so loud it was almost yelling and
I could hear his buddies coaxing him on.  Another couple spasms of his cock
and he was done.  As I watched his cum shoot from his prick, I could tell
the piercing was not doing much to block his flow.

      One last time Trent covered my messy face with a speedo, this time my
new yellow suit, and wiped the cum off of my face.  By the time he was
finished, Woody had pulled his shorts back up and all three of the dudes
were awkwardly making their way to leave.  Trent dropped the speedo into my
lap and I could feel the cum soaked fabric wet against my dick.  Standing
behind me with his hands on my shoulders, Trent said goodbye to the boys.
"Cum again anytime," he said, laughing to himself at his play on words.

      The three shuffled out without a word and before they closed the door
behind them I heard Rick say, "Holy shit, can you believe we just did
that?"

      "Dude was pretty good at sucking dick though," Sam replied before the
door shut, leaving Trent and I alone.

      Trent pulled me up and I turned to face him, the yellow speedo
falling to the floor and my hard dick rubbing against his clothes.  He
pushed his mouth onto mine and we stood kissing for over a minute before he
pulled away and said, "I love your dirty mouth, cocksucker."  He gave me a
peck on the forehead and I raised a hand to rub my cheeks, they were
tingling from being rubbed by his stubble during our long kiss.

      Trent pulled off his shirt and flopped down onto the bed, looking me
over as I stood naked before him.  "Why don't you try on one of those
speedos," he said slyly.

      "Yes Sir," I replied, picking up the yellow suit from the floor and
setting it on the dresser with the others.  I picked the one striped with
blue and white, the first speedo used to mop up Sam's mess.  Even though he
rubbed me the wrong way, there was something incredibly hot about Sam's
cocky attitude and my dick throbbed thinking about wearing the speedo
covered in his cum.  I pulled the swimsuit up over my nakedness and noticed
Trent rubbing himself through his clothes.

      "Hot," he said and I did a spin so he could see my ass as well.  He
motioned for me to come join him on the bed.

      "How did you get those guys to come up here?" I asked as I climbed
onto the bed, adding a 'Sir' to the question a moment later.

      "Most men won't turn down a free blowjob," Trent said, "I hardly had
to suggest it and they were eager to get their cocks sucked."  He was
running his hands over my body as I knelt on the bed beside him.  He
grabbed me and rolled and I found myself on my back with Trent on top of
me, pinning me down.

      "You've been a nonstop cockwhore, haven't you?" he whispered in my
ear.  I thought back to the afternoon fuck with the lifeguard and hustlers,
ongoing sex with Trent and Wes, my romp with Ryan, and now blowing the
three straight dudes.  By my count 9 men had been inside me in the last
week, an incredible contrast to several years of monogamous sex with Scott.

      Trent began to lick my chest, holding my arms up over my head and
working on my hairless armpits.  I had been sweating and he was lapping at
my pits eagerly.  I tried to squirm under him, the sensation was causing my
body to tremble, but he held me firmly down.  My cock was straining in the
cummy speedo and I could feel Trent's thigh pressed into my groin.  I had
spent so much time focussing on Trent's pleasure since we began fucking
around that I was taken by surprise by his shift in attitude.

      He continued to work his tongue on my chest, moving from my pits and
heading south along my abdomen.  The contrast between his hot tongue on my
skin and the scrape of his stubble was amazing and I began to writhe in
pleasure.

      He worked his way down past my belly button and his face was in line
with the speedo.  He began to touch his tongue to the fabric, delicately at
first and then with more pressure.  I was squirming in pleasure underneath
him, it had been days since anyone aside from me touched my cock with the
intention of it being enjoyable.  Trent was no longer licking my speedo, he
was quite actively sucking it.  A flash of disappointment washed over me,
he wasn't teasing my cock for my enjoyment, he was sucking Sam's cum out of
the swimsuit.

      Still, it was a pleasurable feeling and Trent continued to work his
mouth over the speedo for several minutes until the fabric was saturated
with his saliva.  He rolled me over onto my stomach and worked on the back,
finding new cum stains to lick with his tongue.

      Perhaps I had been too quick in assuming he was being selfish in his
desires because after a few more minutes he yanked the speedo down over my
hips.  Without warning, he dove face first into my ass.  I yelped in
ecstasy as he ran his tongue over my tight hole, teasing my ass with his
wet tongue.  He pushed the speedo down my legs and forced my legs open, my
wet hole vulnerable and exposed.

      He continued to rim my ass and I squirmed in pure pleasure.  "I wish
your hole was full of cum," he drawled between breaths.  I had several
loads deposited in my ass during the afternoon orgy, but after a shower and
about 10 hours of time in between I'm sure there wasn't much left for Trent
to enjoy.

      And then, as if to answer our prayer, there was a knock at the door.
I had to laugh to myself, by now I pretty much assumed a knock at the door
meant a cock in my ass - the only question was whose it would be?

      Trent got up from the bed and made his way to the door.  A moment
later he led Woody back into the room and the two were talking quietly
amongst themselves.  I remained on my stomach, keeping my legs spread wide
and looking over my shoulder at them.

      "You said we could fuck him, right?" Woody was speaking barely louder
than a whisper.

      "You can fuck his ass all you want," Trent said and I could hear a
little excitement in his voice.  "But where are your friends?  They didn't
want a piece of ass too?"  I could feel my cock throb underneath me
thinking of Trent letting other men use my ass and mouth.

      "Sam drank a half bottle of rum when he got back to our room and
passed out.  Rick locked himself in the bathroom and I could hear him on
the phone with his girlfriend, I think they were having phone sex.  I'm
pretty sure he was jerking off."

      "Well Matthew here is ready to be fucked, I'll just sit back and
watch," Trent said.  I could see the relief on Woody's face when he
realized Trent wouldn't be making this fuck a threesome.

      Trent took a seat across the room and kept quiet.  I watched Woody
strip out of his clothes, his pierced cock pointing excitedly towards me.
He had a decent body, was built pretty solid and despite his little belly I
could tell he was also muscular.  His chest was covered with a matting of
fur and his legs were thick with hair as well.  I knew quite a few guys
back home who were into bears and figured they'd be lining up for Woody if
they had the chance.

      He crawled on top of me and I could feel his body press down onto
mine.  He spit into his hand and then worked the saliva onto his cock
before nestling it between my cheeks.  The cold feel of his piercing sent a
shiver up my spine.  I expected him to fuck me in the same awkward silence
that I experienced when I was giving him and his buddies head, but he
surprised me by whispering in my ear, "Can I fuck you?"

      "Yes, please fuck me," I eagerly replied and pushed my ass up to meet
his groin.

      Woody began to push into me and I could feel his cockhead slip past
my sphincter, the tip of his cock invading my hole.  I had wondered what
the piercing would feel like inside me and was slightly disheartened when
it felt no different than any other dick in my ass.  However, Woody pushed
himself a bit deeper and I could feel the piercing rub against my prostate
and knew this fuck would feel different from all the rest.

      I let out a groan of pleasure as he stretched my hole and he
whispered in my ear, "Am I hurting you?"  I shook my head no and pushed my
ass further onto his cock to show him I was ok.

      Woody continued to invade my chute with his pole, and held himself
still once he was fully inside.  I could hear his breathing behind me as he
savored the warm tightness of my ass around his cock.  Without warning, he
began to kiss my neck and I was moved by his tenderness.

      Woody continued kissing and began to withdraw his manhood as I tried
to hold him in with the muscles of my ass.  When just his cockhead
remained, he reversed directions and drove his shaft back into me until his
belly slapped against the small of my back.  This began his constant
motion, in and out, driving deep and then almost pulling free, listening to
the slapping of our flesh as we met in rhythm.

      Whenever I let out a moan, he would slow his pace and ask me if I was
ok.  I would reassure him that I was enjoying him inside me and he would
pick up the pace and continue kissing my neck and shoulders.

      The constant battering of my prostate by Woody's piercing was causing
my cock to leak precum.  I was enjoying him inside me so much I risked
reaching a hand under me to grab onto my own swollen member, but noticed
immediately Trent's disapproving look.  I let out a sigh and let go of my
dick.

      A few minutes later, Woody quickened his pace and I knew he had
reached the point of no return.  Instead of holding himself deep inside me,
he continued to pump my ass as he came - his pace never slowing.  He pumped
and pumped his load into me and I could see the smile widening on Trent's
face as he watched.  Woody squirted a few last bursts of seed inside me and
then collapsed onto my back, breathing heavily into my ear.  He left his
cock buried in my ass and began to run his hand along the side of my chest
in a lazy caress.  He whispered to me from behind, "You're so hot."

      I was beginning to think Woody was a little different from his
friends.  He pulled out of my ass with a wet sounding plop and raised
himself up off the bed.  "I've got to get back," he said as he began to
look for his clothes.  I wanted to show my appreciation for the pleasure he
brought me and hopped out of bed after him.  He gave me a brief look of
fear and backed against the wall as I cornered him.  I dropped to my knees
and took his slimy cock into my mouth, cleaning the cum and taste of my ass
from his wilting member.  He relaxed immediately and hissed, "Ahhh fuck
yeahhhhh," as I worked my tongue over his sensitive pierced cockhead.

      In less than a minute his cock was spit shined and he pulled his
cargo shorts up to cover himself.  I stood up in front of him and dared to
lean forward to give him a kiss.  He was holding his tshirt and hesitated
like a deer in the headlights.  I pressed forward and put my mouth on his
and began to kiss.  He remained unresponsive for a moment, but then dropped
his shirt to the floor and grabbed the back of my head with both of his
hands and returned my kiss with an awkward passion.  He wasn't a great
kisser, but he made up for it with his enthusiasm.  When we finally broke
away from each other, he whispered a thank you in my ear before scooping up
his shirt and making for the door, ready to escape.

      I stood in the doorway as he left, watching him go.  He practically
ran down the stairs and looked over his shoulder once as he went, shooting
me a smile.  Trent came up from behind me and pushed an arm forward to
close the door.  Without a word he pulled me to the side and we were in the
bathroom.  I could see in the mirror he had pulled his cock out of his
shorts and was standing behind me hard and ready.

      He pushed me forward over the counter and kicked my legs apart at the
ankles.  I could feel a thin stream of cum leaking from my hole and running
down the inside of my thigh.  Trent caught my eyes in the mirror and held
me frozen in his stare.

      "I'm going to fuck your used ass, slut," he barked and aimed his cock
at my twitching hole.  In one brutal jab, he sunk his thick member all the
way into me and I yelped in pain.  He grabbed the back of my head by the
hair, roughly digging his fingers into the flesh on my hip with the other.

      "Take my cock, bitch.  You just can't get enough dick in that ass of
yours, can you?"  He continued belittling me as he fucked me hard,
battering my asscunt with his meat.  Never once did he break eye contact
through the mirror as he plowed me.  After a moment though, I let my head
drop - I couldn't hold the intensity of his stare and the intensity of his
aggressive fuck at the same time and abandoned the one I could control.

      My cock pressed hard against the countertop and I worried I might
blow my load without even touching myself.  Thankfully Trent began to
shudder, his body signalling the oncoming orgasm.

      "Should I flood your pussy?  Do you want my load?"  Just as I thought
he would burst inside of me and spray my hole with his hot seed, he pulled
his cock free from my quivering cunt.  With a yell, Trent shot his load
onto my cheeks and up my back.  I could feel the trickle of his warm jizz
run down the crack of my ass and let out a sigh, I had been so sure he was
going to cum inside of me.  I guess I won't be blowing a load tonight, I
thought to myself.

      Trent finished cumming and then stabbed his hard cock back inside of
me.  "You've been grabbing your prick all day like you own it, slut.  You
don't own it.  Who owns your little dick?"

      He slapped me hard across the ass and then grabbed my chin, forcing
my face up to meet his eye in the mirror.  "Who owns your little dick?" he
repeated.

      I felt a tear welling up in the corner of my eye, worried about what
was going to happen.  "You do, Sir," I replied meekly.

      "That's right, slut, I own your tiny meat.  I think we need to get
that cage back onto you so you can focus on what's important instead of
your selfish preoccupation with your dick."  I sighed in defeat, I wanted
to cum so badly it hurt.

      "You better lose that erection of yours," Trent continued while he
pumped my ass with his manhood.

      "If you let me cum, I can get soft right away Sir," I begged, hoping
he would take pity on me.

      "Nice try, slut."  He pulled out of me abruptly and I could see a
small pool of cum collecting on the floor between my legs.  Woody's cum and
Trent's cum, sadly none of my own.

      Trent grabbed me by the arm and took me back into the bedroom,
pushing me down on the bed with his slimy cock still dangling from between
his open shorts.  He reached into the drawer and pulled out the pieces of
the chastity device that I had just gotten free from.  He tossed them onto
the bed beside me and said, "I've gotta piss.  You better have that thing
on your dick when I come back."

      He disappeared into the bathroom and I remained on the bed stunned.
I wondered if I could jerk off fast enough before he got back, but
abandoned the idea for fear of further punishment.  Luckily, Trent must
have known it would take me a couple minutes to get myself sorted and he
appeared to be taking his time in the bathroom.

      After about a minute of thinking of the most non-erotic things I
could come up with, I felt my hardon begin to droop.  Another minute and I
was only half hard and thought I could squeeze myself into the cage.  I
struggled getting the ring around my cock and balls, and felt myself
hardening at the stimulation.  I hooked the ring closed and immediately let
go of my dick, thinking of anything I could that was the opposite of sexy.
It was at this moment I could hear Trent's stream of piss splashing into
the bowl and I knew my time was almost up.

      I grabbed the tube of the cage and jammed my half-hard shaft into it
and crammed the thing into place on the ring, pinching myself uncomfortably
in the process.  I was so thankful that I squeezed into it at the time, but
later felt a pang of shame knowing my cock was small enough to fit into the
modest sized tube without much fuss.  I snapped the lock into place just as
Trent returned to the room.  He eyed the cock cage locked around my
hairless cock and balls and let out a whistle.  "You're back where you
belong, boy," he said to me.

      He pulled his shorts and boxers off and stood before me, stroking his
cock back to erection.  "See how big my cock is compared to that tiny thing
of yours?" he taunted.  "You're just a boy with a limp dick and a cum
filled hole, aren't you Matthew?"

      "Yes Sir," I answered in submission.

      "Turn over and stick that ass in the air, you're going to get fucked
again," he commanded.  I rolled over and did as I was told, hopeful that he
would blow his load in me and we could put an end to this cock cage again.

      Of course that didn't happen.  Over the next hour Trent fucked me two
more times, pulling out to blow his load on my back and on my face, but
never once shooting inside of me.  He thought he was making up for it by
pushing his spent cum into my hole after each fuck, but it didn't help me
get rid of the cock cage.

      After the last fucking, his mood softened and he took me into his
arms and we lay in the bed together.  "You did good today, Matthew.  I'm
really proud of you."

      Immediately I forgot about being denied my own orgasm, overcome with
his sudden show of affection.  "Thank you, Sir," I replied.

      He kissed me on the forehead and then softly on the lips.  "We better
get some sleep," he said.  "We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow."
Tomorrow, I thought, it's already tomorrow - it must be close to three in
the morning.  I drifted into a peaceful sleep wrapped in Trent's arms
wondering just what he had in store for us when morning came.