Alone In Bed Masturbating

He woke up early in the morning, much, much earlier than he usually does. His body is sunken in the large king size mattress and covered in the dark blue satin sheets. His head rests on two extra large down pillows with pillow cases that match the sheets.

It is still an usual feeling for Joey Walker to wake up in a bed, let alone a bed with satin sheets. After years of making beds out of cardboard boxes, Joey often thinks he is in a dream state when he wakes up on the satin sheets.

Joey stretches and can feel that his dick is hard. He looks at the clock it is 3 a.m., much earlier than he has to get up. He rolls to his stomach and reaches for his lover, but the other side of the bed is empty. It is then that Joey realizes that he is alone for the weekend, his boyfriend, David Bradshaw, is camping with some high school friends. Joey instantly misses David, even though he only left the prior afternoon. Sorrow at being alone is another odd feeling for David, he spent many years alone and used to say how much he enjoyed it. Now after just a few short months of being with David, he hates being alone, especially alone in bed.

Joey had been with many men before he was with David. He was with men for different reasons, sometimes for money, sometimes just for companionship on a cold night on the street. With David, from the very beginning, it was different. When he first decided to sleep with David he told himself it was out of gratitude for how David had helped him, but right away he realized that wasn't true. He had feelings for David that first time and soon it had become love, though he hadn't admitted that to either himself or David for some time after that. Joey realized that the day he had decided to stay with David forever was the really the first day of his life. Everything before that just didn't matter. At 20 he was glad he had the rest of his life to look forward. Those many years on the streets first as a child, then as a teenager and then as young man simply didn't matter anymore.

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As Joey lay there in the big bed all alone, he thought back to the first time he sucked David's cock, the first time they had sex and the first time they kissed. His rock hard 8 1/2 inch cock was at full hardness as Joey's hands traveled under the sheet and wrapped around it. He loved the feeling of rubbing his cock on the satin sheets.

He began to stroke his cock with one hand as the other one played with his balls and massaged that tender spot between his balls and his asshole.

His stroking got harder and more fervent as he thought about making love to David, his cock burying deep in his lover's asshole. That warm, sweet hole embracing his big dick.

Joey started to moan as he pumped his cock harder and faster. His hand furiously traveling up and down. He felt his balls start to churn and could feel the cum starting to travel from his testicles to his pecker.

His legs straightened and he arched his hips as he stroked his member recalling the wonderful sex he shares everyday with the man he loves.

"OHHH," escaped his lips over and over and over.

He longed for the release of an ejaculation while also wanting it not to happen, wanting to make it last as long as he could. Joey loves the feeling of an orgasm, his cum climbing up his hard cock and waiting to be released.

Finally he came, his jizz coating his hand and the sheets. His legs relaxed and he sunk back into the soft bed. The sheets fell back down around him and he could feel the wetness from his cum. David would chastise him for cumming on the sheets, but Joey would placate him by sucking his cock and then making love to his ass.

Joey fell back asleep as he embraced David's pillow, pretending it was David himself he was touching.

Feedback and comments are welcome. To read David and Joey's story read "Out of the Gutter" in Gay male- beginnings.

Joey. David is gone. Wakes with morning wood. Uncut, 8.5 inches.

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