Date: Thu, 03 Jun 1999 15:06:46 GMT
From: Ben M <swim_43@hotmail.com>
Subject: Wake Up Call

I was exhausted.  I pulled two all-nighters in a row to get a brief done and 
it left late the afternoon before to be filed with the Court of Appeals.  I 
celebrated finishing the work with some co-workers until 2AM and now, in the 
early morning hours of Saturday, all I wanted was to sleep well into the 
afternoon.  My plans were soon to be derailed.

I managed a couple of hours of sleep, when Steve came back from being on the 
road.  He had been in Seattle on a job for the past two weeks and we had 
only spoken on the phone maybe twice during that time.  Once was for an hour 
long phone sex session the week before.  But I was working too hard to think 
too much about sex and I imagined he was, too.

Steve found me snoring away (something he always complained about), flat on 
my stomach.  I had collapsed on the bed, fully clothed, with not even taking 
my shoes off.  Tired as he was, his mind was on sex.  He had hit a couple of 
clubs in Seattle, as he would tell me later, but yearned to see me again.  I 
guess I knew how to push all of his buttons.

Steve reached over and managed to work my loosened tie off my neck and 
remove my shirt.  He said I barely moved when he took off my shoes, socks, 
and pants.  I groaned a bit and fussed when he took off my boxers, but I 
remained dead to the world.  Lying there, naked on my stomach, gave Steve a 
few ideas.  He figured that if I was so out of it, I suppose I wouldn't even 
notice if he gave me a quick fuck to let loose the load that had been 
building in him for the past few days.

I woke to feel the cold and wet vanilla-flavored gel he oozed between my 
crack.  Through the thickness of sleep, I could feel my cheeks being 
manipulated and I struggled a bit, but the lack of sleep and four scotches 
really took whatever fight I had out of me.  Soon, Steve had stripped and 
laid his long, lean body over my back.

I guess Steve decided that a semi-necrophelic act was not as much fun as 
having an active participant.  He started by kneading my shoulders, his half 
stiff penis cradled in my ass cheeks.  He pulled up my back and back down, 
causing the friction between my hairy butt and his dick to increase and 
expanding his rod to its full seven inches.

I stirred a bit and from my comatose state, I vaguely felt the warmth of 
Steve's hands as he massaged down my back, moving closer to my firm butt.  I 
moaned slightly, feeling the drool on my cheek, and giving in to the warm 
firm hands as hey massaged my lower back and then the top of the crack 
between my ass.

I instinctively spread my legs a bit and could hear Steve chuckle a bit.   
"Hi, stranger," he whispered.

I replied with a sleepy, "Hi."  An added, "Don't stop what you're doing."

He chuckled again, and reached between my slightly opened legs to stroke my 
balls.  He ran a finger along the underside of my penis of my balls to the 
sensitive hole.  I shivered and responded by pushing my hips up higher.

Steve replaced his finger with is tongue and licked around my puckered hole. 
  That always drove me wild and now I was nearly fully awake, my own hard 
shaft trapped between me and the bedsheets.  I ground it into the bed, as he 
wet my hole.  I could feel Steve's own hard on on my calf, moving as he dry 
humped my leg.

Steve reach over and slid a condom off the nightstand and placed it on his 
own rod.  I guess he must have had quite a sight as he sat on his knees over 
me.  My ass was there, slightly raised.  he reached in a spread my legs 
apart further and slid between them.  He ran his hands down the insides of 
my thighs and I was completely full of lust.  "Please, fuck me, Steve," I 
managed to croak out.

Steve laid on top of me, his rod in my crack.  He slowly eased it to its 
target and then I could feel the head breach the mark.  It slid in easily 
and I could hear him gasp.  I moaned and pushed back, causing him to impale 
me further.  Soon, he was completely in me.  He paused, enjoying the feeling 
and allowing me o become accustomed to him.  Then, he started slowly moving 
his hips.

Just an inch or two moved in and out of me.  But after a while, I pushed 
myself up onto my knees.  He started sliding his dick in and out of me 
completely while I stroked my raging dick.  Grunting with his every push, I 
was happy to please Steve.  His breathing became irregular, and I laid back 
down on my stomach.

He popped out of me when I laid quickly down.  Steve started to protest, but 
he soon smiled when he saw me roll over to my back.  I spread my legs apart 
and grabbing his latex covered rod, I directed it back to my waiting hole.  
He plunged in quickly this time.  I gasped as he breached me.  I ran my 
hands over his hairy chest as he found his rhythm.  His back was arched and 
the look of ecstasy was delicious as he gave himself over to the desire in 
him.  With one free hand I stroked my aching dick and it wasn't long before 
I started gasping for air.  He rocked me hard and my hand worked fast over 
my dick.  I convulsed, sending spray after spray of cum onto my belly and 
Steve's chest.

Steve looked down as I rubbed the mess into his chest and tweaked his 
nipples.  He wasn't smiling anymore.  His eyes were glazed and he drolled, 
just a little.  He started pushing, not so regularly now.  I knew it wasn't 
long, and I pinched hi right nipple hard and squeezed my ass with all my 
might.  He was stuck and then he shuddered, spraying his thick cream deep in 
me.  I milked him and he squirmed as I squeezed until he begged me to stop.

Steve fell onto my chest. I had an incredible urge to take a piss, but I 
loved the feeling of him on me and in me so much, I forgot about it.