**This is for a certain Englishman who has peaked my interest and given me a bit of inspiration. I hope you enjoy my little story for you...just close your eyes...and imagine.**
It is late...past the time when many should be sleeping and almost the time when many are awaking to start their day. I am awake, but drowsy. I slowly stretch in bed, reaching for that cool spot on the sheets underneath the blankets with my foot. You are next to me, sleeping peacefully. I brush a wayward hair off your forehead and smile at the innocence of your face while you slumber and then I chuckle to myself because only hours earlier, that innocent face was buried between my thighs as I gripped your hair and arched my back, calling your name in pure, unbridled ecstasy. You were so giving earlier, taking care of my needs, wants, desires, selflessly placing your own aside to see the look of bliss on my face. I feel the need to reciprocate the attention paid me earlier with a bit of special attention for you. I know it is late. I know you have to get up for work in the morning.
But I don't care.
I slip under the covers, as quietly as possible so as not to disturb you from your deep sleep. You are on your back, lucky for me, as access to your ever pleasing maleness is easy and all it will take is a shift of a bed sheet to obtain the prize I am aiming for. My touch is soft, almost feather like as I reach for you. You stir briefly and I pause, not wanting you to wake up and spoil the surprise I have waiting for you. A few minor adjustments on my part and I am situated perfectly. I lean down, lightly kiss the head of your cock, flick the tip with my tongue. Then, still with the lightest of touches, I lift the slightly flaccid, but nonetheless satisfying, member and begin to wrap my already moistened lips around it. You moan slightly in your sleep and shift your legs. I apply light suction, more saliva, and begin to suck you fully into my warm, moist mouth. While you are not completely hard, I can take you into my throat with ease, as there is not resistance, ans I do that, making sure that you feel the length of my tongue along your shaft. you moan again, this time a little louder and I feel your legs move restlessly again.
I suppress a smile because I know you are dreaming of what I am doing. I continue my ministrations and I feel your cock begin to grow in my mouth. I increase the speed, the suction, and add slight pressure from my hands. Your hand moves to the back of my head and I know you are awake. You start to talk, to ask me what I am doing but I squeeze your thigh and you know not to say a word, but to simply lay back and enjoy me enjoying you.
