I slowly started open my eyes, seeing my alarm clock on now, and it was already 1:30 in the afternoon now. But really, I didn't care. It felt like my hangover was gone, and already having had some fun this morning should have meant I wasn't horny any more, but fuck was I ever.
I laid there on my side, as a little spoon, with Steve behind me pressed up against me. A huge part of me wanted to try and get him hard again, but I still barely knew the guy and didn't want to come off weird.
But fuck did I ever want to! I could very clearly feel his cock up against me still, and I loved it. I reached behind me just for a moment to feel his hot limp cock in my hand. But, to not make myself seem entirely like a dog, I thought I'd leave it alone.
I rolled out of bed trying not to wake him, made my way to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I turned the dimmer lights on as low as they would go, barely light enough to see anything. Standing there in the hot water, letting it run over me, reflecting on the night before. I couldn't believe what had gone on, and where the hell did Mike take off to?
I was really lost in my train of thought, mental pictures still flooding in my head. I couldn't believe what I had done, but more importantly I already wanted more. I started to regret not waking Steve up.
Only a few minutes had passed, I had my eyes closed and was enjoying the heat, when the sound of the door opening and the cold blast from outside the shower came rushing in.
And Steve came into my shower.
"Hey! Uhh.. good morning!" I said, almost a little nervously.
"It was a good morning!" he smirked and said. "Except when I woke up to an empty bed". As he stepped closer to me, the water spraying starting to cover him. "And just so you know, I like to be woken up to my fuck toys playing with my cock."
I was a partially frozen for a moment. My own dick giving away the fact that I was already turned on as it started to get hard. I was speechless.
"Don't be coy now. You had no problem begging for it last night." he said as he stepped right in front of me now, our bodies only inches apart. "And you're going to beg for it more."
His hand gripping my cock, he pushed me back against the wall before pressing his lips against mine, kissing me while he stroked my cock. "You loved having a big cock in your ass, didn't you?"
"Fuck. Fuck... yeah, I do..."
"Mmm that's good. Your ass is tight.. I'm going to keep using it when I want to.", my cock throbbing at his words. "Just like the rest of you. Now get down on your fucking knees." he demanded.
He pushed me down much harder.
I was sober this time. I didn't have any liquid courage in me. And I quickly realized, I didn't need it. There wasn't anything else I wanted at that moment except his cock.
I got down on my knees, and as I looked up at him, water pouring over his firm defined body, I muscled up some courage and responded.
"Yes, sir".
"Yeah, that's what I like to hear. Show me how much you like to suck cock."
Without a hesitation, I grabbed his cock in my hand and wrapped my lips around it. I still wasn't used to submitting like this, being told what to do, but I liked it. A lot. He leaned back against the wall, and I went to work sucking his cock, like I was told. I could feel him quickly getting hard in my mouth, which was an absolute huge turn on for me, feeling him swell as I licked and sucked on him. Wrapping one hand around his shaft, the other cupping his balls in my hand, he was quickly rock hard and moaning as my head bobbed up and down his shaft.
"Ohh that's good. Yeah, look up at me. Let me see your eyes.", as I looked up at him I felt his hand on my head. Looking me in the eyes he started to rock his hips, fucking my mouth slowly. Long and deep strokes at first, staring down into my eyes as he used my mouth. "Mmm god your mouth is good, show me how much you can take.", as I relaxed my throat as best I could, and with one long steady stroke I could feel his big cock sliding past the back of my mouth and into my throat. Pulling back out, and repeating it again, until on the 4th try I felt his balls resting on my chin as I was deep throating him. "Ooooh fuck yes!" He moaned out loudly. His cock was rock hard, I could taste his pre cum already. I opened my eyes while he was buried completely into my throat and looked up at him, loving the feeling of servicing him.
I pulled my head back, keeping my lips wrapped tightly around his throbbing head, running my tongue around it. My other hand was stroking his shaft hard and fast while he moaned and groaned loudly. I knew he was close.
"Mmm you really do want my cum, don't you? You love this. Fuck your gonna make me cum..."
I felt his cock throbbing, on the edge. I picked up my speed stroking, looked up at him and said "please give me your cum... I want it so bad...", and as soon as I wrapped my lips around his cock I heard him groan loudly as he was about to cum. I relaxed as much as I could, and lowered my head back down on his cock, pushing my lips down his shaft until I could feel his cock in my throat. Pulsing, throbbing, and spewing cum into me, I could only hold myself there for a few seconds before pulling my head back, tilting it back and letting his next couple shots land on my face, my mouth wide open. He grabbed his dick from me and strokedhimself hard, squeezing out as much cum into my mouth and on my face as he could.
Standing up, cum dropping from my lips and face, I smiled feeling pleased with myself. I cleaned myself up and we finished showering, got out, and dried off. I was almost a little let down that I had to get on with the day, so Steve got dressed and got himself together. As he was about to leave, he walked by me and said "That was so much fun. We're definitely not done yet. Talk soon."
And just like that, he walked out. I sat in silence for a moment. I felt a little used, I felt a little sore, I loved it. I couldn't wait for more.
....
A few days had passed and it had been pretty quiet, but it was just life as normal for the time being. In reality though, I was so incredibly horny constantly I couldn't stop thinking about wanting more. I decided I had to at least message Steve and see how things were. Thankfully, he replied right away and everything seemed normal. We were messaging for a little bit, then I figured I'd throw out a suggestion or 2 and see where it goes, but really I already knew exactly where I wanted it to go.
"So any plans for this weekend?" I asked.
"Yeah, have got a party to go to on Saturday. Low key, bon fire, good people. You should come."
I'm glad I was only texting so I could hide my excitement, "Yeah? Sounds good, I'm in. Might be a little late, but I'll make it." Truth be told, I couldn't wait.
Saturday night FINALLY rolls around, but I was busy until early evening and was racing to get to the party. By the time I got home and showered, cleaned myself up and was heading there, it was already almost 11. Thankfully it was actually pretty close to home and didn't take me long to get there. I drove up, found a place to park, and messaged Steve I was finally there. I was parked back on the street, it was a huge property on a dark farm road with no lights but I could see him walking-ish up the road to come meet me, he was definitely already into the drinks.
