Why is it all about Bobby?
Why have I never felt like this for any other guy before?
He sucked my dick, and I was so excited, I came in his mouth.
Despite all of my self-denials and stubborn insistence, even I know that isn’t normal for a straight dude.
At least, I don’t think it is.
Or is that just some other stupid thing I was taught?
Great. Now I’m thinking about Bobby sucking me off again.
My dick flexes.
Great. Now I’m hard again. And in this little-spoon, big-spoon position, my boner is pressed right up against Bobby’s ass.
It flexes again without my permission, throbbing desperately.
I close my eyes and suppress a moan.
Maybe I can picture sticking it up Bobby’s ass easier than I realized.
My dick flexes yet again.
It’s completely out of control. The thing has a mind of its own, and unless I pee, get off, or stick it inside something, I’m going to bite Bobby’s ear to wake him up and demand he sucks it again.
No, you’re not.
Jesus, what kind of horny animal am I turning into?
And then I can’t contain myself: “Bobby …” I hiss urgently.
His slow, quiet, blissful breathing is my reply.
“Bobby … Bobby … Wake up … Bobby …”
Ever so slowly, he starts to squirm in my arms. His eyes open in a flutter of blinking, and then he turns his face to look at me. He is just his sleepy, red-eyed self when he wakes up at first.
Then last night’s events play past his eyes in a split second, and a look of curiosity mixed with worry takes over his face. He gives his throat a meager and inadequate clearing before gruffly whispering, “Hmm? What? Are you okay?”
“No, I’m not okay,” I whisper back.
I allow my dick three solid flexes against Bobby’s ass.
Y’know, like knock-knock-knock.
Bobby’s sleepy eyes go wide, he takes a peek down our bodies, likely sees nothing, then blushes as he eyes me. “Dude, really?”
“I can’t help it.”
“It’s morning wood. It’s ‘cause you gotta pee.”
“It’s more than that,” I hiss back, my lips right by his ear. “I have got a boner this morning that is an untamable goddamned monster.”
“Jimmy …”
“Help me out, dude! What do you think?”
Bobby turns a bit more onto his back to better face me. “I ain’t even woken up yet, Jimmy. And I think … I think we’re—”
I interrupt him with a kiss.
A firm, hard, full-mouthed kiss on the lips.
That melts poor Bobby right down to nothing, all his protests turned into small whimpers and breath on my face.
When I pull away, I smile down at him. “I like kissing you. A lot.”
He returns an awkward smile of his own. “And maybe I’ll like it better when we both aren’t plagued with morning breath.”
I gently hump his side. “C’mon, buddy. I’m achin’ down there.”
Finally, I see that all-too-familiar hint of mischief enter his cute brown eyes. He bites his lip and glances down, then back up at me. “You’re really aching bad, huh?”
“Can you get me off, dude? Please?”
While staring me right in the eyes, Bobby reaches down and, without warning, grabs a big old mighty handful of my junk, then gives it a massaging squeeze.
I groan, folding in half against his side, clinging to him, my fingers and toes curling.
“You really want it?” he asks me.
“Yes. God yes. Please yes.”
Suddenly—morning breath or not—I press my lips against his with a hungry, furious urgency.
The kiss is greedily received and quick to deepen, as if Bobby’s been just as desperately hungry for it ever since we fell asleep late last night.
Both my hands draw to his face, cradling him, and then his hands find my chest. My kisses stray from his mouth and start to work down his neck, hungry for every inch of Bobby’s skin.
I’m a fucking maniac for this guy.
Somehow, when we finish making out, half of the new sheets we’d put on the bed end up on the floor, and his underwear is tugged halfway down his ass, like my hands made plans to rip them off his body without my even knowing.
I stare into his eyes, catching my breath. “I’ve never been blue-balled this badly before,” I confess to him, a wet spot forming on the bulge of my underwear, my hard cock throbbing relentlessly. “I have to come, man.”
“We …” Bobby sighs, closes his eyes, then flips onto his back with a huff. “We need to slow down.”
I stare at him incredulously. “Slow down?” I prop myself up to get a better look at his face. “Dude, my dick doesn’t do slow. It’s crying right now. I’m literally leaking. Slow down??”
“We’re losing our heads, Jimmy. We …” He lets out another sigh, then gazes at me with worry. “We can’t just mess around all the time. We’re actin’ like rabbits.”
“Rabbits are the healthiest and happiest gosh-darned creatures on God’s green Earth,” I spit back. “You want me to give you a handy or somethin’? Are you feelin’ left out?”