Date: Sat, 1 Oct 2016 14:15:32 -0400
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Sleeping With Willie story

                       SLEEPING WITH WILLIE
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     The rain was coming down heavier as Jefferson Haskell made it to the
farmhouse's front door. The dogs were hiding from the storm, so they didn't
make any racket like he did often enough when he drove past here on his way
home. Just another house like all the others when you're driving a back
road as a shortcut from work to home. Hell of a night to have a
double-blowout!
     The down side of driving a back road; hell, he might have been the
only car on that road for hours! If this farm hadn't been here....
     The door opened and saw him. "Howdy." the man said cautiously. It was
Old Man Larson, he and his son lived alone on this farm, Jefferson knew.
     "Sorry to bother you but my car blew a tire. Two tires, actually. I
was wondering if you could let me use your phone?" His cell phone had no
reception up here, either!
     The man shook his head. "Come on in, out of the rain." he
said. "Sorry, but I don't have no phone."
     "No phone?" Jeff was dumbfounded at this. How the fuck backwoods was
this place?"
     "Phone company wants too much money to run lines out this way." the
man explained.
     "Well, then, could you give me a ride in to town?" Jeff asked. "I can
pay you for it, of course."
     Again the man shook his head. "The pickup's down. But you can stay the
night here and hitch a ride in to town tomorrow with Bill Thompson's
son. He drives by every morning on his way to town, we can flag him down."
     "Oh." Jeff considered this. Well, either he slept here or he slept in
his car on a night that was rainy and not all that warm. "Okay. Thanks. I'd
appreciate that."
     "You'll have to sleep with Willie. My son. He's got a big enough bed
for two of you."
     "Okay." Jeff shrugged. He hadn't shared a bed with anyone since he'd
gotten a divorce four years ago. Work had been his main driving force since
then, those alimony payments kept him hopping, witness he worked until
darned near midnight every night. "Hope I'm not going to wake him." The
light at the window had been the only light on in the house.
     "Oh, you can't wake Willie!" the farmer chuckled. "No matter how hard
you try."
     Jeff paused at the door to the bedroom indicated. "No?"
     "Nope. Never met a boy who went out as deep as he does. You're the
one's going to have trouble sleeping. Had to give him the big bed because
the boy moves around on the bed in the durnedest way. But it's the only big
bed I got."
     "I'll manage." Jeff promised. "And I appreciate it."
     "Jest go on in, turn on the light if you want, you won't bother him
none at all."
     Jeff did so and there on the bed, sound asleep as promised, was the
farmer's son. Jeff had seen the boy working in the fields nearby now and
then, a big sturdy lad of less than twenty years old. Every time he'd seen
the boy, he'd been just standing in the field, looking at Jeff driving by,
all the way until Jeff topped the hill beyond the farmhouse. Big, strong,
sturdy, blond-haired farm boy, over six foot, broad-shouldered and
slim-hipped, able to work all day and dance all night, no wonder the kid
crashed like the dead when he slept.
     Jefferson closed the door and just looked at the lad. The boy, Willie,
was flat on his back, snoring away, his coverings pushed down to below his
waist and with one leg exposed, enough to see that he slept totally
naked. In the glow of the overhead bulb that was the only light in the
room, that large body was shimmering in golden arcs along every muscle
built up by the arduous labor of farm work.
     Jefferson leaned against the wall with one powerful arm. This lad was
his size! Jefferson worked long hours fixing cars and heavy farm machinery,
and that put muscles on a man's body, too. His wife (now ex-wife)
complained that he'd been a rough lover, that he hurt her by the raw power
of his movements in and out of her. He'd thought that a woman liked a man
to be strong, but not his ex-wife, apparently! He hoped she could find a
total wimp to bed her and get those alimony payments cut off by getting
herself married!
     Well, get ready and get in that bed. If the light wouldn't wake up the
kid, shining right in his face, Jefferson's lying next to him wouldn't
register, either. He was wet as hell, anyhow, and his clothes needed some
time to dry out. Willie was naked, he could get naked, too, and it wouldn't
matter none. Hell, two guys alone, nudity didn't mean nothing, he'd just
explain when Willie woke up in the morning and let Willie confirm the
reason for Jeff's presence with his father.
     He finally slid his briefs off over his slim hips and padded over to
the bed. Willie was lying over some three-quarters of the bed, but he could
at least get into the bed without touching the boy. He did so and then
lifted the young man's leg away so he could get onto his back. Jeff
couldn't sleep unless he started sleep on his back. Afterwards, he could
turn onto his side without problem, and usually did.
     The leg went down easy enough, but then Willie's arm, the farside arm,
lashed up and over onto Jeff's chest. One hand at his right breast, with
Willie to his left, now on his side facing Jeff. Jeff looked over at the
young man (he hadn't turned out the overhead light, he wanted Willie to see
him as a visitor, not a burglar), and saw the eyes were closed. A light
snore slid from the lips, as well. He was still asleep.
     Well...Jeff could put up with an arm on his chest. His wife had slept
like that, until she decided to start sleeping all curled up away from
him. Like sleeping with a caterpillar larva, it had been.
     Then Willie groaned and moved, shifting over to lie up against
Jeff. Willie's head actually moved over to rest on Jeff's left breast. A
moaning series of sounds slipped from Willie's lips, like badly mushed-up
speech. Jeff just sighed. He wasn't going to get much sleep tonight, not at
this rate! Should have gone back to his car!
     Willie was wriggling more than ever, close to actually rising from the
bed. He was rising up on the bed, going onto his knees and hands. Willie
was a sleep-walker! Poor kid!
     Willie was now hovering over Jeff, and the eyes were open, only his
dullness said he was still asleep. Jeff had encountered this in childhood,
his brother had been a sleep-walker. The same sort of zombie-like motions
had plagued his brother as it did Willie.
     And then Willie lowered himself again and this time his mouth landed
on Jeff's left breast and Willie was practically sucking on them. Not
painfully, just lightly, and then his tongue washed over Jeff's nipple and
played with the nub on top, and Willie's hand was sliding over Jeff's ribs
and stomach and downward toward his manhood.
     You shouldn't wake up a sleepwalker. That's what all the books and
movies and television shows taught you. Waking them up could be
dangerous. Jeff just held still. Kid wasn't responsible for his actions,
after all, and what harm did a bit of touching do to a man, anyhow,
and.... "God damn!" he breathed.
     Willie's hand had just found and grabbed hold of his cock! Jeff had
been soft until the hand caught him, then of course he stiffened up. Who
wouldn't with a hand, any hand, on his dick? And especially when the hand
began to pump on him? Jeff was only human and hadn't been laid in over six
months (and that had been a sordid affair in an alley), the fact he was
getting a handjob from a somnambulist was no bar to him letting himself go
here. He wasn't forcing anything, just letting it happen, and oh, God, it
was happening fast! "Oh, oh, yeah, oh, oh, yeah, Willie, do it, do it!" he
grunted.
     Willie was kissing his way down Jeff's stomach while he pumped on
Jeff's dong, Jeff watched the blond stud's progress in wide-eyed
wonder. Just how far would a sleep-walker go in this state? His brother had
climbed trees and carried on long, random conversations while sleepwalking,
but would that extend to a....
     It did. Willie's mouth closed upon Jeff's prong and slid down the
shaft, gripped and pulled up again, pulling joy in its wake as it lifted
upwards. Jeff moaned and grasped the blond haired head in both hands, began
to push the head down and thrust upwards, speeding up the motions. Willie
held on and gave him maximum pleasure for his bucks, for Jeff was bucking
up and down with his hips, loving the young lips on his prick.
     Willie began to move and Jeff reluctantly let him move and to his
dismay, Willie turned all the way over until his back was to Jeff. Shit, it
was over? And him all revved up and needing to go?
     He was about to put Mr. Hand into motion when he heard it. Willie's
voice. "Fuck me."
     "Huh?"
     "Come on, fuck me, fuck me hard." And Willie pushed his buttocks back
toward Jeff. "I got you slicked up, now do me, man, do me hard!"
     Jeff was so fucking horny, he didn't even debate the ethics of fucking
a sleepwalker. The ass was being offered to him, he was taking it! He
rolled onto his side and pushed his big, hairy man body right up against
the young hot ass. And if he had had any qualms, they extinguished when
Willie's hand came back and guided his dong right into the small puckered
zone of his delight.
     Jeff pushed into soft, warm moistness and he groaned, oh, damn, but
this butt was tight! He hadn't had it this tight since the night of his
honeymoon, him taking his wife's cherry, she'd saved herself for marriage
and he'd taken it, his wife crying out in pain as he tore her virginity
from her and pushed into the moist wetness beyond, this was the same
feeling only no tearing feeling, and Willie, he did nothing but moan in
pleasure as the thick pud wormed its way steadily into his bowels.
     When he was all the way in, Jeff pressed his lips to Willie's ear and
whispered, "Kid, I don't know if you're awake or asleep and right now, I
don't care. I'm fucking you either way. If it hurts, let me know."
     "Fuck me hard." Willie told him. "Nice and hard."
     "You got it, kid." Jeff agreed and began to move in the old, familiar
rhythms. He and his wife had fucked like this at times, side by side, he
could keep this up all night long if she had let him, and he wished
mightily she would have let him do just that. Too often, they'd just gotten
into a real nice rhythm, his wife and him, and she'd moan that she was
tired, could he hurry up. Turning a long marathon sex session into a
quickie on him, no wonder he'd gotten cranky and she'd turned that into an
excuse to divorce him!
     Willie didn't say a word, just moans and grunts and motions of his
hips to send Jeff's dong deeper into him with each thrust the mighty man
gave him, and this was how it went. Jeff fell into that set of sensations
that told him this would be a great climax if he just took his time about
it, one of those times that you have to hump for a half hour or more to let
it build up right. No matter how much you speed it up, the climax is going
to wait that long and speeding things up might bring on the climax, but it
would be a ghost of its proper self.
     But Willie let him go at his own pace, only urging him to do it
harder, harder, and that was the way Jeff liked it best. He rammed that hot
young ass for a long, uncounted time side-by-side, then he rolled Willie
over and climbed on top, and that let him fuck Willie harder like he wanted
and Jeff fucked him another good while and then, only then, did his climax
agree that this was the time for him to release it.
     By then, Jeff was a hot, sweaty pile of man-flesh and Willie's body
was slick with it as well, that made their bodies slide over each other
easily, smoothly, and Jeff lowered his body until he was in full-body
contact with the young farmboy and he growled, "Okay, Willie, I'm about to
blow my load, you're going to get a buttload of my jizz now, are you up to
it, boy, do I need to pull out?"
     "No, no, come inside me, come in me hard, I need it hard, come on,
hard." Willie murmured.
     And Jeff let his orgasm wash over him and he gasped out, "You...got
it...kid! Here! UH-HUHHH-GUHHHHH!" He hit climactic joy, and shoved his
dong in hard and held it there, let it pulse as he jetted his jizz into
Willie's butt, hot, rich wads of man-spunk and it was flowing into that
warm, warm ass and it was the first time since his divorce that he felt at
peace with himself while in the act of making love. You can't feel at peace
when screwing a hooker in the back seat of a car, or up against a dirty
brick wall! But this was Willie's bed and he was comfortable and everything
was right and he came and came and came, a timeless period of joy that was
either a few seconds or an hour, who cares, it was there and it was all
good.
     And it ended, but slowly, as if his joy didn't want to release his
body, wanted it to remain in that state of ecstatic ejaculation, but his
flesh was weak and it subsided just the same, and he was weak with its
passing, and he felt all the fatigue of his life and his pains and his
loneliness boil up and overcome him, and he fell asleep the very moment he
rolled off Willie's ass and onto the mattress to one
side. Just. Like. That!
     Some unknown period of time passed, but he awoke some time later to
see the light was off and they were in darkness, but he could see enough
from the starlight of the window to see that Willie was now sitting on his
stomach straddle of him and he felt Willie's hand on his cock and the kid
was guiding his pud right back inside that well-fucked ass.
     "Are you awake?" he asked Willie.
     "No." Willie answered. Honestly, he'd answered, for the voice was
still dull and lifeless in tonal quality.
     "Still doing me in your sleep, huh?"
     "That's right." Willie answered again.
     "Well, go ahead and ride me if you want." Jeff said as he put both
hands behind his head. "I got noplace to go until daylight anyhow. You
might as well enjoy yourself."
     And Willie did, he rode on top of Jeff and the motions of Willie atop
him sent his prong deep into Willie's bowels and kept it there, and maybe
that was what made Jeff climax again much faster than before, some ten
minutes later, he was spurting a second load up into Willie's ass and
Willie came all over Jeff's stomach and then Willie lay down on top of him
and went back into deep sleep like that, with Jeff's cock still imbedded in
him.
     Jeff let the young man lie there, the weight didn't bother him much
and he was ready to sleep some more himself at that time. And when the
light of day did enter their room, and the alarm clock announced itself at
six a.m., they were still in that embrace.
     Willie opened his eyes and looked at Jeff and moved, and realized how
they were. "Oh!" he gasped.
     "Good morning." Jeff told him.
     "Who are you?"
     "Jeff Haskell." he said. "My car broke down last night and your dad
told me to sleep with you and catch a ride with your neighbor. Bill
Thompson's son." He felt triumphant that he remembered that name, he didn't
know the Thompson's even as well as he knew the Larson family.
     "Oh." Willie pulled himself off of Jeff's cock and got to his feet
hastily. "Well, he'll be coming along about six thirty. You'll want some
breakfast before you go." Willie began to pull on his clothes.
     "I'd appreciate that." Jeff agreed, and staggered to his own feet, his
cock wet and sticky-feeling. No chance of a shower, he guessed. Oh, well,
working on cars, nobody expected you to smell like a rose!
     While sitting at the breakfast table, just the two of them (Willie's
father had risen earlier it appeared and was out with the cows or
whatever), Jeff said, "Look, Willie, about last night."
     "Don't." Willie cut him off.
     "I was just going to say...."
     "You don't have to say anything." Willie said. And to Jeff's worried
face, he said, "It's happened, that's all. I'm not mad. It's happened
before. Something I do when I'm asleep and someone's in my bed with me,
that is. I'm told I ask for it. Beg for it, even."
     "Yeah, you do." Jeff admitted.
     "So I'm not blaming you for nothing." Willie stopped and appeared to
be finished.
     Jeff considered this. "Thanks." he said. "I appreciate that."
     Nothing else was said and Jeff finished eating and was outside in
plenty of time to wave down the Thompson vehicle for a lift.
     He got to his job and sent their tow vehicle out to pick up his
car. He could fix the tires on his lunch hour himself. His boss didn't even
charge him for the tow, either.
     That afternoon, he was working on an old Mustang's pistons when a
shadow fell over his shoulder. He looked up to see Willie standing
there. "Hello." he said.
     "Hi, Jeff." Willie shifted from one foot, to the other. "Our tractor's
motor is sounding funny. I was wondering if you could stop by on your way
home tonight and check it out, fix it for us. We need it ready for the
harvest, real soon."
     "Fine with me." Jeff agreed. "I owe you a favor for last night,
anyhow. Maybe two or three."
     "You can sleep with me again, after you fix it." Willie rushed on.
     "I get off work today at five o'clock." Jeff started, then he added
when Willie's face fell, "But maybe I can stay the night again anyhow."
     "Great!" Willie smiled at him and started to leave. Stopped, turned
and said, "Jeff?"
     "Yeah?"
     "I wasn't asleep." Willie informed him. "The second time, that is. I
wasn't asleep."
     "Oh." Jeff said. "All right."
     "See you tonight." And Willie turned and rushed out of the shop.
     "Yeah. Tonight." Jeff turned back to the work on the Mustang. His
movements as he fixed the car didn't change, but he began to whistle a
cheerful tune, the sound of a man who's figuring on having a good time
after he gets off work.
                             THE END
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