My ex and I bought a house in Vancouver, Washington back in 1991 and about a month or two after we moved in his brother came to visit. He is an ironworker and is in real good shape. He came with intentions of finding work and after a while he did. I wasn't working at the time and usually he would get up and go to the union office before I ever got up.
One Monday morning after a good weekend's partying he slept in, and was still asleep on the couch when I got up. I went in to make some coffee and on my way through the living room I saw that he was still at home. I made the coffee and went out to get the newspaper, trying to be quiet as to not wake him. I came back in, got some coffee and sat down in my favorite chair in the living room. He was asleep and I just started reading the paper. Every once in a while I would look up at him.
He stirred on the couch and kicked the blankets off a little. I noticed that he was sleeping in the nude, I could see most of his pubic hair. I started to get a little twitch between my legs and wondered what he looked like under the blanket, you know how big his cock was. I was only wearing my bathrobe and I squeezed my legs together, feeling the warmth between my legs. I went back to my paper but before long I noticed him move again. This time he kicked the blanket off enough for me to see all of his manhood.
He was about the same as my hubby, soft. I just couldn't help myself; I kept starring at his cock. I had already had visions of making it with him and the longer I sat there the hotter I got. After about ten minutes of watching and wondering I noticed that he was starting to grow. I just couldn't help myself any longer; I put down the paper and went over to the couch. I knelt down beside him and got a close look at his cock. It looked wonderful, I love to suck cock, and his just looked delicious.