The brightness of the sun coming through the window woke me up. I opened my eyes, and immediately looked at the bedside clock. It said 8:30 am. I turned my head to the right, and he was still deep in his sleep. I smiled as I heard the soft snore coming from him.
I gently slid myself out of bed, and then I turned around to look at this hunk of a man still peacefully asleep. Ever since he walked into my life 3 years ago, he has turned me inside out. He was the sexiest, handsomest man I had ever come across, and three years later, he still was. For the first 2 years, I kept my hands to myself, and we became very good friends. “You’re just like a brother I never had, Brad!” he used to say to me.
Unfortunately, I didn’t want to be “just like a brother”. I wanted to be his lover, to be the one he slept with each night. I lusted after him every minute during my waking hours.
Then, barely a year ago, it happened. We were both slightly drunk after watching a football game on TV at his house. It was late, and he asked me to spend the night at his place. I readily agreed. It was then that he suggested we watch some pay-per-view porno movies on TV. I wasn’t sure where he was going with that, but I didn’t object. We were several minutes into the one he selected when it turned out that it was a bisexual movie, and the two men in the scene were getting on with each other as well.
He didn’t appear to be turned off by it. In fact, by the size of the lump in his jeans, he was getting quite aroused by the scene. “You ever thought of doing it with another guy, Brad?” he asked, his eyes still fixed on the TV.
I gulped, unsure of what to say. Then, throwing caution to the wind, I replied “All the time, Joe.”
He stopped watching the TV and turned his face to watch me. I could see his eyes looking at me with questions. There was no denying what I had said and how it was to be interpreted, so I was prepared for the worse.
Instead, he smiled at me, and I saw his hand moved down towards the obscene bulge in his jeans. With his eyes still on me, his fingers started to massage the huge lump that was already leaving wet spots.
We had sex for the first time that evening, and it was better than I imagined. I must have shot my load 3 times, while he dumped his seed twice in my mouth and twice in my hungry ass. I left his house the next morning still with an ass full of his cum and barely any sleep.
We’ve sneaked around everyone ever since then. The sex got even better over the next few months, and everyone was commenting on how well we were getting along with each other. If only they knew. And that brought me back to that morning. I stood there, watching this sexy, hairy man lying there, his tanned body looked even more magnificent against the crisp, white linen. His peaceful look was in sharp contrast from the sexual beast that mercilessly pounded my butt to the ground last night as he went for his climax. Instinctively, my hand rubbed against my battered ass that was on the receiving end of his hard fucks, and I could still feel the slight tingling sensation. He must have dumped 3 huge loads from how full I felt that morning.
I leaned over and grabbed my phone off the beside stand. I wanted to snap a photo of him one more time to preserve this moment. This could be the very last time we will ever be together, the very final moment of our short affair that was destined to end from the moment it started. I wanted a photo of him the morning after our last ever lovemaking. To see him sleeping peacefully, after being drained of his cum the night before, was precious to me.
I looked again at the clock, and we have barely a couple of hours before we have to be out of the house. I have to make sure he would not be late for his wedding to my sister.