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The world's best alarm clock and another new beginning
Josh burrowed deep into the softness of the bed with his body attempting to wake up; but his brain fighting against that desire so the dream he was having could continue. His subconscious won the battle over the physical and he faded back into enjoying the impassioned lips that were working his hard tool in his carnal hallucination. The fuzziness of the illusion didn't let him see the face attached to the mouth, but Josh was definitely relishing the mental blow job so much that he felt as if it was real. The intensity of the cerebral-created attention being given his cock, caused him to moan deeply enough in his semi-conscious state that he half woke himself again.
"What time is your first class Joshie?" suddenly filled his ears at the same time the sucking on his rod stopped.
His eyes snapped open and as he finally focused thru the sleep crusted lids to the guy now licking his balls, he happily cried out "Kyle!" He tacked on a huge smile as realized the dream hadn't been a dream, but was Kyle fellating him while he was still asleep...and realizing that he had spent the night with his special request customer.
Grinning back at Josh from between his legs, Kyle kissed the wet tip of his morning wood one more time. "I didn't want you to be late and just thought this was better than a noisy alarm clock for you," was the seductive tease Kyle gave him as he moved up the bed and kissed Josh softly on the lips. A strong hand encircled his manhood again and Kyle purred in his ear "It's only 6:30...my neuroanatomy class isn't until 8...you have time for a little pre-breakfast fun? Make you my special pancakes afterwards if you do."
Josh answered by snatching a handful of dark hair; pulling Kyle's face back to his; and slipped his tongue between the full lips of his dream guy. In between nibbling on Kyle's upper lip and soft whimpers of pleasure, Josh managed to get out, "PolySci at 8, too." As their hands started exploring each other and their bodies began grinding against each other, Josh quipped, "We've got time if you can loan me a clean shirt and pair of socks."
He felt Kyle's fingertips start tickling his balls, and his mouth kissing his way across Josh's chest and down his stomach. "Help yourself to whatever you need from my closet baby," was the final comment as Josh watched his cock disappear again into Kyle's mouth.
Josh once again allowed Kyle to be in complete control and closed his eyes as he was being pleasured. As his sunrise wood kept slipping slowly in and out of Kyle's hungry lips, the neurons in his finally fully awake cerebrum bounced from the eroticism of his first ever morning blow job and recalling the little details of the previous night. In between twisting his fingers in Kyle's dark locks, moaning softly, and lightly grinding his hips upwards every so often; Josh flashed back to how they had sat cuddled up in the corner of the leather couch for the longest time after their massive orgasms.
Kyle had snuggled into his arms and Josh held him as they talked about so many things until well into the wee hours of the morning. He listened as attentively to Kyle tell him about growing up in upstate New York, as Kyle listened with equal interest to him talking about coming from a rural area of Florida. He was teased about being a wuss for playing soccer in high school, and Josh kidded him back about being a hockey jock solely to try to impress the airhead chicks. He found out Kyle was the oldest with two sisters, and he explained what being the youngest with two older brothers was like. Josh confessed that until just a few months ago, he had been a total virgin to sex...gay or straight. Kyle recanted how he not only had come out at 16, but also had an intense and serious relationship his last two years of high school...one that ended very badly when his boyfriend announced to him during his first visit home from college, that he was getting married because 'I can't BE gay Kyle.' Josh had questioned him about the coming out to the family process; wanting to be able to do the same, but scared. Kyle told him in detail how he had gone thru it and discovering just how deep his family's love for him was...especially his father, who had always been his hero and best friend. Josh was moved almost to tears when Kyle painted a picture of his Dad and him sitting alone together at their lakefront fishing camp the weekend he confessed to his family, and how he had cried out at one point, that he wanted to be fixed. His Dad immediately wrapped his arm around him and simply said, 'Kyle...you aren't broken. Be who you are because nothing...nothing at all...will ever change my love for you,' and hugged him tight.
Josh was really smiling at that last memory when Kyle's oral talents suddenly snapped him back to the present, and he shifted sideways on the king sized bed so that Kyle could stretch out too. He then spun himself and began licking and kissing his way up the inside of the lightly furry thighs. Kyle shuddered and swallowed him totally as Josh flicked his tongue across the taut balls between his legs. He teased his way up Kyle's bone and sampled the morning precum that was seeping from his slit before taking him in his mouth. As their knees pinched against each other's ears and they completed the 69 entanglement, Kyle increased the tempo of his head bobbing and Josh knew he wouldn't last much longer. Wanting to cum together for the first time, Josh intensified his own motions and Kyle followed suit.
A barely understandable, "I am so close Joshie," managed to slip from Kyle's full mouth as he began to hump with his hips.
A mumbled, "Me too, Kyle. Me tooooo!" spurted from Josh's equally packed lips as he felt the rumbling of his balls begin.
Kyle glommed two handfuls of ass cheek and pulled Josh into him hard.
Josh moaned loudly and jammed his face down Kyle's cum hydrant until his nose felt thick pubes and his tonsils felt the throbbing head.
