It was a typical Wednesday night. I was doing schoolwork, you were sleeping through some tv show. I could tell you were having some kind of good dream, as you were moaning, then you started to hump the sofa. I just smiled to myself, and returned to the most boring college textbook ever written. Without warning, you let out a yell and your eyes popped open. You looked at me, wrapped your arm around my leg, and pulled yourself forward till your head was in my lap and you were lying on your stomach. You started moaning again, and rubbing your cheek on my crotch the way you do when you want to give me head. I put down the book, of course. My cock was already responding to your nuzzling and you used your cheek to move it around inside my sweatpants. As my cock grew, I began to massage your back, running my hand down to your butt cheeks. You raised your ass in the air as I massaged your cheeks, and moaned as I ran a finger down your crack, through your boxers. When I got to your hole, that tight, hairy, hot hole of yours, you groaned, “Oh, yes, baby.” Don’t need much more invitation than that, so I pressed my finger down, pushing the cotton boxers into your ass. You were squirming and moaning like a bitch in heat. It’s not often I see you like this. I slipped my hand in the boxers and pressed my finger back on your hole, and you humped the couch some more. So I wet my finger with my mouth, and slid into your butt. Your cries of resistance were so unbelievable, “Honey, don’t … stop…ooooh…mmmmm…I mean it, you’ve got to stop…oh yeahhhhhh” Your mouth was doing more than just moaning, however. It was chewing on my dick through my sweats. My cock was fully hard now, and the head had was sticking a couple of inches above the top of my pants. You ran your mouth all up and down it, nibbling, biting, slurping, sucking, but never setting it free from the constraining sweat pants. The pressure of the pants and your mouth made my cock feel like the best fuck in the world and I was on the verge of coming forever. I wanted so badly to grease up my cock, pull your boxers to one side, and shove it up your ass. I wanted to feel my balls bounce off you, watching you writhe with the pleasure of a hard ass pounding, and fuck the cum out of you. I wanted to see ribbons of cum fly out of your dick, across your chest, as I ground my hips on your butt, then see my own cum mix in with it. I wanted to lay across you, our slick, spent cocks rubbing against each other, our cum getting pressed into the hair on our chests. You wanted it; why I didn’t, I still don’t know. Instead, I pulled out my finger and reached between your legs to grab your cock. Your balls were tight and that big dick of yours was as hard as I’ve felt it. You rolled over on your side, and your dick popped out of your fly, inches from my face. That’s when the tables turned. I sucked it. All the way down to the base right off the bat. And I kept it down my throat until I had to breathe, almost a minute. You flexed it in my mouth, and that fat head was stretching my throat. You pulled out, I took a quick breath, and you shoved it back in. You really fucked my face hard. You wrapped your legs around my head to hold it in place, and then your hips just started thrusting wildly. And your cock…mmm, that nice fat cock, I get so turned on feeling it slide down into my throat. You had changed from a moaning pussy boy into a forceful daddy, using your boy’s mouth as a fuckhole. It was the roughest you’ve been since the afternoon in the study. Remember, I was naked, back against the desk, frantically yanking my meat, while you stood above me, pulling your dick a good foot away from my face, then slamming it down my eager throat. You shot all over your leg and my face that day, and I was hoping for another hot load tonight. I don’t know how long we stayed like that, my mouth accepting your dick into it again and again, your strong hairy thighs around my head, keeping me from seeing how deep or hard or soon the next assault on my salivating mouth would be; probably ten to fifteen minutes. Then you rolled onto your back and my mouth followed. Another ten or fifteen minutes of me bobbing up and down on your hot cock, loving you and loving sex with you, chewing on that mushroom head, jacking you while I sucked your balls buried inside your boxers, licking up and down your shaft. My dick was now pressed against your chest, and you squirmed to keep it hard. You’d get me to the point of cumming, then stop. I had my mouth wrapped around the base of your cock and was jacking you with my fist when you started to cum. Your balls got tight, and precum ran down your cock. I could hear you gasping. Then, for no reason, you grabbed my arm and yanked my fist off your dick right before you would have started shooting. “Stop!” I looked up at you, and you laid your head back and shut your eyes. In no time you were snoring. You were out and your hard-on was fading, and here I was with a boner from Hell. I got up gently, went to the bathroom, and jacked off one of the fattest loads I’ve let go of in ages. Neither one of us mentioned what happened for a couple of days, when I brought it up. You looked at me blankly, “What are you talking about? You did not stick your finger up my butt.” As I gave a brief description of the night, I realized you really didn’t know what I was talking about. You slept through the whole thing. We’ve had conversations when you were asleep and I thought you were awake, but sex? Oh well. Trust me, baby, even though you don’t remember it, you had a real good time. And me? It took forever to clean all the cum off the bathroom wall, if that’s any indication.
