Under the Sheet

I lay naked in bed, my head on a pillow, on my back, with just a sheet covering me. A man sat next to me and I was kind of in a daze. Maybe he put something in a drink to make me feel that way - sleepy and relaxed and not wanting to move.

I had no idea how I got there and I didn't care.

He spoke in a low voice, telling me what a good man I was, what a good boy, what a good person.

He called me a beautiful man as well and kept saying he just wanted to make me feel good and saying I deserved to feel good and he wanted to help me feel good.

As he spoke his hand rested gently on my chest and then he started moving it, lightly caressing my chest and my belly and occasionally the inside of my thighs brushing up and down, side to side.

I don't really know how I got there or who he was, but it felt nice, and he kept asking me, "That feels good, doesn't it?" and then answering his own question. "It does feel good, and you deserve to feel good; you are a good man."

His hand wandered all over my chest, occasionally brushing my nipples, and over my belly and onto my thighs, getting very close to my cock and balls but never quite touching them.

It felt nice, and safe. He was very gentle and he kept speaking in a low voice.

His fingers slowly pushed the sheet down my chest, down, uncovering my belly, down to just above my cock, caressing my bare skin up and down and side to side.

Then his two thumbs found my nipples and he began to circle them again and again with the lightest of touches, and tweaking them side to side and up and down, and circling again and again and again.

I could feel how stiff they became and it felt so good and my cock twitched just a little bit.

It was incredibly erotic yet somehow still just safe and soothing in the dark room.

He just kept speaking in a low voice and asking me if it felt good and telling me I deserved that.

He would leave one thumb teasing my nipple and move his other hand over the rest of my chest, and my belly, then onto my thighs, over the sheet, caressing up and down the inside of each thigh, just brushing up against my cock and my balls but never quite fully touching them.

Then his hand would return to my other nipple and continue exciting the hard nubs with a gentle touch.

It all felt so good and his voice kept reassuring me that he was just making me feel good and I deserved to feel good and he just wanted to make me feel good.

One hand moved down again and its fingers stole under the sheet while his other hand kept pleasuring the skin of my chest and belly and exciting the nerve endings in my sensitive nipples.

His fingertips caressed the skin just above and to the side of my cock and balls and up and down the inside of my thighs, with a feathertip touch, and as he moved he more and more often brushed against my cock and my balls.

I could feel myself starting to swell and in the daze I was in I wanted it to stop. what was he doing? He shouldn't be doing this; I shouldn't let him touch me there, but I didn't want it to stop!

His fingertips began overtly caressing my balls, and then they moved to caress the inside of my thighs, from one to the other and back to my balls and the side of his hand would brush up and down my cock as it began to grow just a little more, all on its own, with no volition on my part.

"This feels good, too doesn't it?" he asked. "It should feel good. Just relax and enjoy it," he told me. "I'm just trying to make you feel good and you deserve to feel good."

"Mmm, yes I deserve this," my brain echoed him. God, it felt so good as his fingertips just grazed my balls, teasing the sensitive sack with one hand as his other continued to gently circle and tweak one nipple and then the other. That felt incredible.

My nipples were as hard as rocks as he pleasured them. It felt so hot and sexy and good and sent jolts down my body that made my cock twitch and stiffen just a little more.

Add to that the incredible sensations he was creating by teasing my balls and I just wanted more. "I deserve more," I thought. "I'm a good man and I deserve to feel good and he's just helping me out and making me feel good because I deserve it."

I didn't think about the fact that I was lying naked in a bed and letting another man touch me where he shouldn't. I had no thoughts of the impropriety here; just the pleasure I was feeling, the sexual need that was growing between my legs, and the reassurances that I deserved this because I was a good man.

I deserved this and he is just helping me and it felt so good as his hand continued to caress my balls and go back and forth teasing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. With each movement he contrived to brush my cock up and down or side to side with the back or the sides of his hand until he was stroking it for real and I knew he could feel it get harder under his touch. Up and down he stroked it indirectly without using his fingers, and god it felt good!

My body twitched involuntarily with the pleasure and that was his signal. His fingers fell directly on my cock and he began teasing it with his fingertips, very gently stroking it up and down and playing with the head.

His touch became firmer as he stroked it and my cock continued to harden under his touch, but he would return to teasing the most sensitive spots with his fingertips and then stroke me firmly again.

In my daze my cock continued to grow in his hand and without warning he lowered his head to my chest and began licking my nipples, first one, then the other, flicking the tip of his tongue across one nipple and then the other or circling it like he had done with his thumbs, or lapping it with his tongue flat.

Omg, omg! The sensations were beyond electric as he pleasured my nipples and stroked my cock without any pretense, and my cock stiffened fully under his assault.

It was hard as a rock now as he pleasured it with expert touch and my legs parted all on their own to give him better access.

My hard cock was my entire world now and it had it's undeniable need. It was his now as well, to do with whatever he wanted and I felt his weight shift on the bed as he crawled, kneeling, between my legs and pulled the sheet off me.

"I'm going to make you feel even better," he told me, "and you deserve it."

His hand never relinquished my cock as he moved between my legs, pushing them even further apart, and he stroked its length up and down as he lowered his head and I felt his tongue lapping at my balls.

Oh, my god, the sensations were pure, liquid pleasure as he explored my sack with his tongue and stroked my rock hard cock with his hand, but they somehow became ten times more intense as his tongue ran up the shaft of my cock and he lapped at the hotspot on the underside of the shaft just below the head. Then he began circling and licking the head which now seemed ready to burst with need.

One hand began caressing my balls as his other hand grasped my cock at the base and held it so his tongue could continue working its magic.

"I know this is making you feel good," he told me, "and I'm glad to do that for you. That's all I'm doing. Making you feel good." And with that I felt his wet lips slide over the head of my cock and down the shaft, his tongue lashing from side to side as his lips slid up and down.

I hadn't thought there was more pure physical pleasure in the world before, but now I learned that there was.

There was heat and liquid and electricity and need all mixed together as his lips slid up and down the shaft of my cock and his tongue fired the sensitive nerves again and again.

He moved slowly as his head bobbed up and down, my cock in his mouth - not like in the porno movies where the intent was purely to cause that cock to cum, but like in some erotic dream where pure pleasure was the goal.

He slid his lips all the way down my shaft so I could feel my cock head in his throat, and lapped at my balls with his tongue. He drew all the way back up so only the head of my cock was in his mouth and he lapped at it and circled it with his tongue or moved a bit further down so that instrument of pleasure in his mouth could attack the ultimately most sensitive hot spot.

I could hear my own breathing quicken as he worked that spot over and over with his tongue. That was me making those panting noises!

My stomach muscles clenched and my fists curled on the sheet below me in the intensity of the pleasure i felt. He raised his head, releasing my hard cock from his mouth, and took my hands and made me circle and tease my own nipples.

Making sure I kept that up he dove back down to take my cock in his mouth again and suck and lick it. The simultaneous firing of nerves in my chest, my cock and my balls was so incredibly intense!

I thrust my pelvis up into his mouth or rocked it up and down as he sucked my cock.

I moaned and writhed on the bed as the pleasure became almost too much to bear and then he would find a new way to fire the nerve endings in my cock and I would moan and writhe some more.

I felt myself dancing towards the edge and somehow he sensed it. "Not yet," he said as he sat up for a moment and squeezed the base of my cock, pulling it so it stood straight in the air, and I could feel the air cooling the saliva that coated it.

My eyes shut tight as I relaxed and breathed deeply for a moment and then I felt his mouth descend on my manhood once again.

And once again the incredible sensations of pleasure began as he merely kissed up and down my cock, all over it, and began to lick it again like it was some deliriously delicious piece of candy.

The moaning erupted from my throat again as his tongue worked the most sensitive parts of my cock, and then he began alternating between licking it and sucking it, making my body buck under his ministrations like a puppet whose strings were roughly handled.

Then, unbelievably, he added a fourth erogenous zone to the orchestra that was playing my body. He raised his head off my cock long enough to make sure I could see him wet one finger heavily with his spit and when he returned that hand between my legs I felt him push it between my cheeks and he found my manhole, circling and teasing it with his finger, once in a while pressing it against the tight ring of muscles but not penetrating, then circling and teasing again as his mouth and his other hand returned to my quivering cock and my balls.

He pulled his mouth off my cock and blew on it, then licked it and sucked it some more. He stroked me slowly with one hand, up and down the full length of my shaft while he licked the head. He bobbed his head rapidly up and down on my cock and then slowed to a crawl as his lips descended down the shaft and back up again, his tongue working its way back and forth. He sucked hard on it for a moment or two and then opened his mouth, just grazing it with with his lips.

He worshipped my hard cock, there's no other way to describe it, and I lay there or moaned and writhed, my consciousness somehow seeming to float above me, beside me, inside me, needing to cum so badly but never wanting it to stop.

He finally worked his way into a steady rhythm, his fingers, lips, and tongue moving in concert and I felt myself falling again, crawling again, running blindly again towards the edge of that cliff. He sensed it and he circled the head of my cock with his lips, just barely touching it, as the tip of his tongue flicked and danced on my hotspot.

My pelvis shot off the bed, up and into his mouth in my need but he backed off and kept up the finale of his performance, tongue just flicking on the most sensitive area of my cock, my head whipping back and forth and guttural sounds coming from my throat as i finally came, pulse after pulse of cum erupting from my cock, jetting between his lips, cumming so hard it almost hurt as I felt my balls drain and I gave to him what he had wanted all along.

When he had swallowed everything I had to give him he kept his lips wrapped around my cock and sucked gently on it until I became so utrasensitive that I had to push his head away. He gave a little laugh and covered me with the sheet as I lay panting.

"There," he said, "go to sleep now. You're a good man and you deserved that"...