The Cock Fantasy

It had been an incredible night. Steve was unbelievable; he knew how to make love with an animal passion that took my breath away. Our lips were locked before we were even inside the door of his apartment, our tongues caressing each other, and I was running my hands under his denim jacket all over his luscious body: narrow waist that ran up to wide lats and thick heavy pecs, broad shoulders, and muscular arms that were pressing my body tight against his; tight spherical ass-cheeks that felt so good cupped in my hands and long strong legs that wrapped around mine.

I could feel the swelling in his crotch, a thick bone-hard cock pressed against mine, and before long we had shucked our clothes and cast our bodies onto his bed, rolling in pleasure, and I was deep inside his tight ass, our hot bodies pressed together, kissing hard and loving every second, and the red-hot intensity of that moment was such that I knew I never wanted to lose that passion. When we came I felt like I was going to pass out; and after we cleaned up I curled up in his arms and we fell asleep together.

When I woke up I was disoriented at first, but then I remembered Steve and felt the warmth of his body against mine and relaxed. I felt myself get turned on at the thought of our wonderful sex and straightened out to press against him, luxuriating at the feel of his body. Then it seemed he hugged me, anyway it felt kind of like a hug, except it felt like he was wrapped all around me. I woke up a little more and looked around.

I was lying on top of the sleeping form of Steve, but he was huge: I was lying across his six-pack abs, not quite reaching the great mounds of muscle further north; beyond I could see his gorgeous face, his toussled hair splayed across a pillow. And one of his enormous hands was resting across my body. I tied to move, but I couldn't do more than shift around a little. Blood was pounding in my head and I couldn't make much sense of anything other than that his hand across my body felt really, really good.

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He shifted a little under me and seemed to moan happily; then the hand wrapped around me and I felt a thrill run through my entire body. The thrill made me stretch out more, and unexpectedly I started to stand, and as I looked down I saw that somehow my body was one with his, that I was standing rigidly from his groin, that I was awash with lust and hormones that were his as well as mine; and as he gripped me and began to stroke my thick hard cock-body I felt the greatest thrill, the biggest rush, I have ever known.

I was so turned on that as he began to stroke me faster and harder it didn't take long for me to lose control, and I cannot describe the all-surpassing sense of total engulfment that took place when I had the first orgasm of my life that not just ran through a portion of my anatomy, but coursed white-hot through my entire body, twice, then once again, until I was spent and dazed and hungry to feel it again.

Steve was breathing hard, his pecs rising and falling, and he was looking down at me with a big smile.

"Damn, Boner-man, you feel good today!" he said, and his voice sounded deeper and sexier than it had before. I leaned back against his abs in total agreement.

He pulled an old towel from beside the bed and carefully cleaned me and mopped up quite a lot of cum from his abs; I saw some had spurted up onto his left pec and was running down the slope to the ravine between them, and he missed that at first, until he felt the trickle.

"Damn," he whispered, and looked at me and smiled again.

Then all of a sudden he jumped out of bed and walked to the bathroom. I flopped now between his legs, only just now starting to wonder about what had happened and the ramifications. He stood over the toilet bowl and I felt liquid trickle through me and away; I shuddered slightly, but he shook me, which I didn't mind.

Then he got into the shower, and as the steam flowed around me and I splayed across his heavy balls I felt really good, and as he soaped first his luscious torso, then me, I suddenly started to feel really turned on, and I felt myself getting bigger and stiffer, until very rapidly I was standing proud, huge and hard, straight up in the steamy air.

Steve laughed but didn't fight it, and wrapped his soapy hand around me, and I felt the new thrill of lubrication. I was in ecstasy. This time he took his time, caressing me, stroking me along the length of my body, then swirling around the head, until finally I felt the electric thrill surge through me and I shot onto the walls of the shower.

When he had recovered his breath Steve finished the shower quickly and hurried into his clothes; I curled up, nestled in clean white Jockeys, and fell asleep.

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