Sunday morning had come. I was in my element. At last Marty kept his promise to join me for a weekend of bliss.
Marty? Well to cut a long story short I met him on the Utopia page online. We got chatting how you do about lots of things - but mainly our homosexuality and how that had been for each of us since we realised we were in this mainly heterosexual world.
Now Marty, after the third time of planning, had kept the date and I was happy. No,. I was much more than that, my dream of being with a real live guy had materialised and there was I, early in the morning, laying on my side in a king sized bed with a full blooded Scot behind me, sound asleep but feeling so good - his well pampered cock fitting snugly between my buttocks, feeling the warmth of it there tantalising my whole being even though it was half mast.
But not for long because just a little wiggle and a little squeeze remedied that and I was treated to the most wonderful feel of growing cock, even though Marty was still sound.
I was intent in partaking of one of my favourite sexual longings, to suck him - and this was special because if I adjusted myself very carefully I could enjoy him while he still slept.
For so long I had fantasised just how it would be with a real live guy. Looking back now it seemed so weird the things I did to try and accomplish that. My imagination coaxed me to do wild things like making an effigy of a guy in all his gear with - and this sounds absolutely crazy now as I think about it - with a good sized carrot and two potatoes placed in his jeans. With my imagination carrying me into those fantasies I was there, unzipping and finding the carrot-cum cock and it is amazing just how one's imagination can work wonders when those sexual longings demand some sort of action other than just a good stiff wank.
I was there, closing my eyes and pretending it was a real live hard cock inside my mouth, bending to the most exquisite suck I could muster - my fingers feeling his balls.
The same carrot had been inside my ass just moments before. I'd sculptured one like to look like the head of a cock, p-hole cut in place and there was I running my tongue around the rim and prodding the p-hole like it was the real thing.
I guess, weird or not, it served a purpose and I spent many really soothing times laying in the floor with a well placed mirror fucking myself with a carrot - sometimes a cucumber, sometime s broom handle fixed for manoeuvrability. It all served a purpose but eventually the need for reality kicked in and I started to wander the streets in an endeavour to find a guy with whom I could really share my dreams, and it had to be a guy after my own heart, I didn't want a quick bash in a toilet, been there, done that In my search for gratification, it was ugly, uncouth and I would never lower myself again.
Now I had discovered Marty and all my most secret ambitions were being fulfilled.- that carrot could never be so nice and wonderful, as real live cock, no flexibility and warmth combined with the scent and taste of cock ,made it an experience to remember and repeat again and again as I was now endeavouring to do, wondering how would it be sucking cock while Marty slept.
He was still in his soiled black and red rimmed boxers from last night - his deep fucking last night was so wonderful and good, the fullness of his wonderful length throbbing deep up inside was simply a thrill beyond any description and, as I moved my head to his crotch I felt I could still feel it inside, he'd fucked me so deep and so wonderfully
To take in the scent of our sex together the night before was enduring enough but the thought of sucking him asleep was another dimension, I wanted to reward him, if that's the right word, for making it feel so lovely for me. I had never taken it half mast so this was different but nevertheless still thrilling, I wanted to actually feel it growing in my mouth and suck him deep and good, and the feel of his balls were so much better than a couple of potatoes. I laugh at that now thinking how sad that was, I told Marty and he responded: " Well you have real tackle now to experiment with" and experiment I did. We were both having glorious times in the privacy of my bedroom those weekends he was able to come - and I knew by the time he left to go I would be well and truly satisfied, well fucked and everything, my body would be numb after his explorations and I would smell and taste of him, not wanting to wash until I had to, lamenting the everything of him afterward like he was still there, ravishing my asshole and squeezing my cock and balls the way he longed to do during our oral exploits, even the occasions he felt in the mood to have me leaning across his lap spanking me, stinging me like hell but all that being made worth while with what followed, that so wonderful spoiling with cream and touch - and the sensation of simply being wanted - that warmth and need - his head lodged tight between my crotch as he urged me to crouch over him and smother him. I cannot possibly explain just how good that felt but his deep French kiss immediately afterward proved to me how he appreciated that and it was an intimacy we shared again and again and vice-versa and I can tell, you, it is something very special and it has become like a drug to me, the taste and feel of his cock inside my all.
Now I felt him grow, The bulge was in my mouth as I was in my own little world enjoying that certain aroma and nectar of Marty's stiff throbbing cock as I then heard the familiar moans from Marty.
He was awake sure enough and I had accomplished what I wanted, he complimenting me on the most wonderful awakening ever and how he would repay me with a good deep ass fucking.
But I was still mouth full of cock. Running my finger his along his balls - time passed and I didn't want to stop,
