Midnight Ass Massacre
Disclosure: All participants are 21+ and consent to all activities.
My name is Ray. I'm 32, ex-military, work in a fairly masculine union-based environment, often get endowment compliments (7 inches+?), and I'm fairly toned. I've only been "out" since just prior to the pandemic, so you could imagine some of the new experiences I constantly have.
Recently, I've been diagnosed with some lingering trauma from the military resulting in depression and anxiety. Something I knew about, but didn't want to pursue because I felt "weak." I later learned that pursuing help was actually a strength. This also meant I was placed on an SSRI. Many of you know SSRIs can inhibit your ability to reach completion. I've been experiencing this as well.
In efforts to fight back against it, my partner finds it a challenge to try to get me there. Regardless, I always find pleasure in participating whether I finish or not. Having my dick swallowed in his throat or deep in his crevices is always something that drives me crazy, and I don't need to climax to enjoy it.
My partner's name is Brandon. He's 30, a verse bottom, and enjoys long walks on the beach or whatever. He's a realtor and travel agent, so our travels are typically business trips, which is nice.
Last night, I had fallen asleep very late. I have a very strict 9-to-5 sleep schedule, and I ended up falling asleep at about 10:30. It's starting to get humid and hot, so you could imagine the insomnia-riddled frustration going through my head. I finally fell asleep on my back. Brandon was at work late into the night, so I knew I wouldn't see him until the next day.
I typically don't sleep on my back, but that was the most comfortable position at the time.
I woke up late into the night to find Brandon adjusting and turning around in bed. Happy that he was home, I turned over to spoon him as the big spoon so I could try falling asleep again. For some reason I always forget he's a furnace in his sleep, so it quickly started getting sticky and sweaty.
I was just about to fall back asleep when suddenly I felt Brandon adjust a little more, and his right arm rubbed my side as if to acknowledge that I was there before sliding his hand down my side and letting it rest there. Then he moved his arm back to his front, remembering we're spooning, and rested again before I felt his ass slowly grind up against my cock.
Ever so slightly. Subtle.
Then he stopped.
This is typically our middle-of-the-night signal that we want to fuck. I waited a little longer to make sure he wasn't sleeping. He has slight sexsomnia. Then I felt his ass grind up against me again, and he moved his arm back to grab my hip.
He was awake.
And suddenly so was my cock.
I was so exhausted that I let him keep giving signals to work me up. Some might call this game "playing hard to get." I find it adds to the foreplay a bit.
After a bit, it felt like he was giving up, so I flexed my cock, grabbed his hips, and subtly ground myself against his ass as I dry humped him. This is also when I found out he was completely nude.
To match his signals, I did the same thing he did to me in the beginning. I took my own right hand and ran it down from his neck, along his side, down to his hip, along his thigh, and back up before grabbing his ass and grinding into him again.
After some time of this, we started doing it back and forth, recognizing the signals and working each other up nonverbally.
Finally, I decided I needed to shed layers and tore my shorts off. It was hot anyway. Pun intended.
Then I returned to my big spoon position and rested my hard cock along his ass. He responded again by grabbing my hip from behind himself and rubbing his ass against my cock before letting out a satisfied sigh.
I leaned in and licked the outside of his ear and neck, this time really grinding into him to let him know I wanted to be inside him.
Without much more foreplay, he reached behind him, grabbed me by my hard dick, and guided me in.
I'm a respectful man and always go in slow.
As I slid in slowly, he moved his hand back up to rest on my hip again. This time I adjusted, moving my left arm under him for more leverage and dominant control. I pushed all the way in very slowly until I got as deep as I could and rested there while he relaxed and breathed.
I used both hands to hug him and rub his chest, arms, neck, and throat. He started grinding more to signal he was ready.
I began kissing his neck and continued rubbing his chest and stomach as I started thrusting into him. First slowly and passionately before picking up a slight pace.
I could tell he was enjoying it because his breathing had already started increasing rapidly. Up until this point, he had been completely hands-free and just focused on pleasing me.
I picked up the pace more to really get him into the mood and started thrusting harder into him. This time he grabbed my hip and started guiding my thrusts to signal me to go faster.
At that point, I chose to take full control.
I kept my left arm under him, still in the spooning position, using it for leverage to hold him close for stability. Then I reached up with my right arm and rested my hand around his throat to give myself a sense of power.
I started railing him deep and hard.
Our skin slapped rhythmically, hot and sweaty. Brandon moaned while I grunted. He was breathing loudly, and I was losing my breath.
I finally slowed down a bit because it was getting so hot. I kissed the back of his ear and whispered, "Are you enjoying yourself?"
He took a deep breath and said, "Yes. Yes. Please. Please give me more. I've been waiting for your cock. I want it."
"If you want it, you're going to come for me," I demanded.
He didn't hesitate. Suddenly I felt him start grinding as he moaned louder. I started thrusting into him again, this time squeezing my hold around him and grasping at his throat a little more.
Our skin started slapping loudly again.
"Please! Please! I want your cock!" he cried out.
I started thrusting as quickly as I could, something he enjoys the most and something I really appreciate he can handle.
He cried out louder.
"Ah yes! Give me your big cock! Yes! Yes! Oh! I'm cumming!"
I grabbed onto his hips and positioned myself to be as deep as possible, staying there while he came. I could feel his prostate pulsating and his hole grasping at my cock, attempting to swallow it. I hugged him tightly as he continued to slow his breathing and relaxed. I missed him softly on the neck and shoulder, and ran my hand along his side and thighs again, reversing how we started.
"Don't leave. I want to fall asleep like this," he said. "Please leave your cock inside me."
I didn't say anything, but we adjusted enough to get a little more comfortable. I was still hard as a rock, unable to get my own finish in, but I still got the absolute pleasure of giving him what he wanted.
It felt fantastic, especially just staying inside him.
He flexed his ass around my cock to show appreciation and snuggled closer to me before falling asleep in my arms.
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