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.