PART III / CH. 03 - BECOMING HIS
How could I sleep when all of my thoughts, surrounded his muscular figure embracing me. The movements of his chest as he breathed, constantly moving against my face and the scent of his manliness was something I couldn't get enough of. I kept going over the passionate fuck we had as my body ached with soreness. I had lost all connection to the outside world and in the short amount of time since our eyes met, I was his.
Waking up, I didn't remember the feeling of him leaving but I awoke in the comfort of his sheets. I couldn't help but think if I had gone through all that had taken place between us. Did we really lock eyes on the train, for us to follow each other along and end up at his place where he would fuck me into his mattress and then against the shower wall. I could admit that after all of that I miss the feeling of his muscular stature as my mind awakened to being in his bed.
Where did he go?
Should I get my things and leave?
I wondered what move I should make. The sudden soberness from my actions had me considering all options. He was still a stranger, but we had gone passed that. Jason was his name, but he was manly and strong and muscular that I couldn't escape what he felt like outside of our name exchange.
I finally decided to get out of his bed, as a fumbled around, looking for my clothes. I didn't know where anything was and outside of my recollection of the sex, I wasn't really familiar with Jason's apartment.
Pacing back and forth, I glossed over the situation; I was naked, alone, he was a stranger but more than that. Where did he go? Should I have left the confines of his bedroom, without him around. I should have but did I want to?
He found me just as I decided to leave the room. His muscular stature towered over me in the doorway and my eyes trailed down from his face to his chest in my face, down to his abdominal muscles to his dick. His body distracted me from my original plan of gathering my things to get ready to leave. He held a mug which smelled of coffee, but his presence drew me back in.
A hand around my waist, him leaning down planting his lips on mine and the words 'morning,' being spoken in an inviting, masculine tone. Was this my life now? He moved the mug he carried, to my lips letting me taste his coffee and the feeling of wanting to taste him grew, wishing the sips of coffee was of him.
"I didn't want to wake you, glad you finally decided to get up,"
I would gladly let him wake me how ever he saw fit.
"Thanks. I was too... I guess, satisfied. Last night. Like your body, your muscles... that." My eyes trailed down to his dick. I couldn't keep my eyes off of it and him standing in front of me naked was leaving me excited for more. It was like a feeling of thirst needing to be quenched. My throat ached to be filled. My body longing for the feeling of him inside of me. "You could've woken me up with it. Putting that right in my face."
He seemed delighted by the words, intrigued that I had said the words, that I was even daring enough to say those words. His dick jumped as he smiled. He sat the mug down and his hands found themselves on my waist as he moved me back towards the bed.
"Get on your knees," he commanded.
I did what I was told without question. The second I was down on my knees he had pushed his crotch into my face. It was just as I wanted but he already knew that. I was inhaling him like my life depended on it. Letting his throbbing cock brush over my face, my lips, as I took in his manly scent.
"Suck it,"
My lips parted and welcomed him inside, where he belonged, where he been before. I was ready for it, but I wasn't ready for him to grab hold of my head to thrust inside my fully. The quick motion forced me to gag as he pulled back.
"Take it... just like you want it,"
He did it again, thrusting inside my open mouth forcefully, letting his dick hit the back of my throat before pulling out again. I didn't object to him handling me this way, I enjoyed it. It made me want it more.
He lightly slapped my face before he grabbed my cheeks. He began slapping his dick on my face as I moaned and panted for it.
Fuck.
This felt so good. It was only a moment before he was back sliding his dick inside of my mouth, pushing deeper and deeper into my throat. I was becoming accustomed to it that even with his forceful thrust, I was no longer gagging but accepting what I wanted.