Date: Fri, 11 Nov 2016 06:49:44 +0000 From: Sam R. Subject: Asleep in Your Arms part 1 This story is a work of fiction. This story may contain scenes of underage boy and adult males, which may not be legal in your area. If you are under 18 or material of this nature is illegal in your present area. By continuing, you are confirming that it is legal for you to view the material in this story. In addition, you are agreeing that the author, editor, and this site will not be held responsible for any consequences of you viewing or downloading the story. This is my publication on this site, and feedback are always welcome. Also, know that English is not my first language, so if you find any errors, let me know at storytoshare@hotmail.com . -------------------- Asleep in your Arms - One Shot (The story take place in Canada) God was I tired. I was sweaty, and hungry, and most of all I was tired. At 21, I was in my last year of college, and in the last week, I had to finish two papers that I hadn't even started, and study for the hardest exam I had come across. I barely slept 15 hours in the last five days, and only got out of my room to go take the exam. Thank god it was now Christmas break. I was still living with my father to save money since school wasn't far away, and I was hoping to get a whole day of sleeping in (this evening and all afternoon tomorrow) before all the relatives came over. Unfortunately, my dad had to use the car today (I didn't have my own since I could walk to school and I my dad wasn't using his often), so I had to walk to and from school in my super tired state. I barely got through the exam on caffeine and energy drinks, so I wanted to get home fast and sleep. Weather wasn't on my side thought, because as soon as I got in the school, it started snowing, hard. When I finished the exam, I had to walk home. It was normally a 15 minute walk but with the two foot of snow, it took me around 40 minutes. When I got home, I was cold and sweaty, and even more sore and tired. I got into the house, removed my coat and almost threw it on the ground but I knew my dad would give me shit about it. But as soon as I got in my room, I threw my bag on the ground, and said to hell with all the rest, and I fell on my bed face down. I don't know how long it took but I started feeling the sands of time having their effect on me and then I felt a hand on my back. I almost said nothing thinking it was a dream, but knew better. There was only my dad in the house, but I didn't see him when I got home. "Dad? What you doing?" I said, my dad wasn't the type to come in my room, he preferred shouting through my door. "Dad? Yeah like your dad would bother to wake you up to make you take a shower." Said a familiar voice that I was too tired to register. I rolled around and saw who was talking. It was my boyfriend, Jake. Oh, my name's Cole by the way. "Hey there." I was confused. I was happy to see him but he wasn't supposed to be here. His school had finish a week before mine and he went back to his mom's in another city for winter's break. "What you doing here?" I mumbled. "Cmon, get up, you're gonna take a shower, you smell like crazy, you're not gonna sleep well in those clothes and you may get sick too." Jake said, completely ignoring my question. "Nooooo. I'm tired, let me sleep please." I whined. It sounded like a little kid who didn't want to go to bed, but the truth was that a shower would be really awesome. "When was the last time you showered man?" He said, sounding a bit concerned. "Euhh, a day or two? I've been busy..." I was still whining a little. "Alright, get up. I promise you won't have to do anything other than to stand up." Jake said. Well, his offer was getting way interesting. It had been two weeks since I last saw the little stud. We didn't see each other during his exam week, and after that he went to his mom's. Why he was back I didn't know, but I was slowly realizing how much I had missed him. He got me on my feet and dragged me to the bathroom, then went back to my room to get me clean underwear. He got back and stared at me for a few seconds, and said "Do I got to undress you as well?" He said it with a grin, he was so cute when he was grinning. "Well, you said I just had to stand." In truth I could have undressed myself, I was waking up a little, but I still felt sore because of the fatigue, and I kind of wanted him to undress me. "Alright, arms up." I did and he removed my shirt without any ceremony. He unbuckled my belt and made me drop my pants, so I was only in my boxer brief now. "Boxers now." We've been together for more than six months now, and had seen each other naked plenty of times, but I was feeling a bit underdressed compared to him. "Sure, but what about you, you're planning on showering with you clothes on, are you?" I said. "Guess not you smart ass." He got down to his pretty filled briefs quickly too and I was reminded of how sexy a young man he was. We were both in our underwear, me, at 6'1" around 190 pounds, some muscles all around, but I wasn't a gym fanatic, only going once a week and playing some sports from times to times. I had blond hair cut pretty short but not buzzed, and green eyes. I was fairly hairy on my chest and stomach but not too much. I found myself to be pretty average in the body department, but people tended to tell me that I had a beautiful face. Jake, on the other hand, had a really nice body. He was 16 years old, 17 in two months (how we got together is another story entirely), a bit on the smaller side, he was 5'6", but he still had a good frame at around 150 pounds. He had dark brown hair in a modern classic haircut, buzzed on the sides and a bit longer on top. Add to it amber eyes, a button nose and great smile on a round face and you got the cutest boy face in the world. He barely started getting facial hair but kept his face clean because he didn't want fuzz. He had a nice hairless growing chest, a small six pack with a light sexy treasure trail south of his outie belly button. He played hockey during winter and baseball during summer, so he was pretty fit. He had strong leg too, and an ass that no girl could beat (in my eyes at least) with the perfect mix of muscle and fat. "You gonna hop in the shower or you'll continue staring at me?" Jake said smiling. "You get sexier every time I look at you and I just realized I hadn't told you hi yet." He got a bit confused at that, and I close the distance and kissed him gently on the lips. He got into it and started kissing me back. I put one arm around his back and pressed him right against me, and grabbed his butt with my other hand. I moaned a little and he broke the kiss and pushed me a little. "Weren't you too tired to even get up a minute ago?" "Yeah, but surprise-seeing you like that gave me a boost of energy. But I still kinda want to sleep after this shower. I don't think I have it in me to properly 'have fun' with you right now. I'm probably sure that's not what you had in mind by coming here, sorry." I said feeling a bit sad that I couldn't take better advantage of our time together. "It's ok, let's just wash each other and we'll go sleep after that. The trip here took more out of me than I expected." We both dropped our undies and got in the shower. Just seeing him naked always had the same effect on me, my dick started to swell a little. He was a "shower" and had a nice 5 inch uncut flaccid dick that got to 6 inches hard, and he had a small patch of hair above it. He had everything proportioned perfectly, and wasn't ashamed of what he had, not that he had anything to be ashamed. On my side of things I had a 3 inches flaccid dick that got to 6.5 inches hard with a nice mushroom head. I kept my blonde pubes trimmed but not too short because Jake liked it. We got the water running and got into our little shower ritual. We often took showers together and had our own rhythm. He would wash me, than we switched places. And we both did our own hair, because a few times one of us would always end up with shampoo in our eyes at some point. Today was a bit different thought. Since it had been two weeks since we last saw each other, we paid special attention to each other. We barely touched each other's dicks but we were hard all the time. It was like we were rediscovering each other's body. When he washed me, his hands were firm, making sure the soap was bubbling. Yet at the same time, it was like being covered in a warm blanket so soft were his hands. He always used his two hands in the same region, making sure all my feeling was concentred at the same place. He spent a lot of time on my shoulders, rubbing them and trying to remove some of my stress from the exams, and I really like him for always knowing where I needed the most attention. It was hard sometime for me to believe he was only 16 and yet somehow could make me feel so good, not just physically but emotionally too. Then, it was my turn to wash him and I took my time. His body was soft on the surface and yet so firm once you dug your fingers into him a little bit. You could feel all the ridges on his stomachs, the tenderness of his sides, the solidity of his back, the strength of his thighs and the meatiness of his ass. I must have washed him three times to make sure he was squeaky clean. Just touching him like that was so erotic I was about to burst, and I was pretty sure he was too. We finally stop when we heard a knock on the door and heard my father yell. "You boys better leave me some hot water, at this rate the whole neighborhood won't have any for the week." My dad had a habit for exaggeration, but he was right, it was time to get out of the shower. While drying each other, Jake started talking to me. "You know your dad pretty cool for a parent right." "I guess?" I don't think many teenagers or even adults find their parents cool when living with them, but I knew my dad was pretty relax. "He gave an early Christmas gift you know." He said with a big smile on his face. I was getting pretty curious, knowing my dad wasn't the best giver of present, not out of lack of will, but he never knew what to get people. I asked Jake what he gave him. "A pack of twenty condoms. It came with a 'make sure you lock the door and try not to wake me' speech." I blushed a deep red, which meant that he probably heard us one time. "You know, my dad would freak if he knew we were having sex. He still thinks we only kiss and cuddle. Yeah, like he doesn't remember what it's like to be sixteen." He said with a bit of a sour note. "Don't be harsh on him, you're still his little boy in his eyes, and he's still pretty cool to accept me as your boyfriend even if I'm five years older than you." I said while taking my time drying his hair. "I guess... Still your dad's so cool to let us have sex here." "Like he once told me, he prefers for me to do whatever here where it's safe instead of an old bathroom in a park." Jake laughed at that, his laugh was so full of joy. "Yeah, like that would happen!" Once we were clean and dry and had put on a pair of clean underwear, we got out. I told him to go first. "You only want to walk behind me to look at my ass." He said. "Well, that's because it's so nice to look at! Whoever said that briefs were for little boys hasn't met you!" I said. It was true that he got picked on sometime in the locker room for not wearing boxers, but he always put the bullies back in their place. "Yeah well they're comfy and don't let my junk jump everywhere! And they're sexy cuz they're low cut you know, not all briefs are like that." He said while walking to the room. "I'm sure you could wear a garbage bag and still be sexy!" He said nothing, and got into bed. I followed him a bit surprised. "You're not even trying to get a bit of fun out of me before sleeping!? That's rare coming from my 'I'm always ready to go' boyfriend." "Yeah well I saw how tired you were before. When I got in the room, I dropped my stuff and called your name two times, and the only thing that woke you up was me stroking you back for like five minutes." What, really? I didn't realized I was that far asleep before. "Well, I'm up for some light making out before sleeping if you can stand it. I really missed you." I said sheepishly while getting under the covers. He got closer to me and started kissing me. "I'm always up for a making out session." He got on top of me and went to town on my lips and my neck. He was always the gentlest kisser. I only kissed two other guys in my life and they were always so forceful, like they had to dominate me. Jake was something else. His kisses were full of tenderness, yearning and comfort. They were like a warm fire in winter, the heat going deep in your bones. His lips were always caressing you, telling you that he loved you, that you were so precious he didn't want to hurt you, but at the same time had a need to always come back to you, to make sure you were still there to receive them. Than his hands came into action and stroke every part of your body available to them. I was soon in sensory overload. "Ok stop, I know I said 'if you can stand it' but I think I'm the one who won't be able to stop if this continue." I looked at him at saw that he was rock hard too, and he had this impish look on his face, a mixture of lust and cuteness. I knew that look. "You little fucker! You went all out with your kissing to make sure I would not go to sleep without some action!" I said a bit more loudly than I had planned. There was no real anger in my voice and he knew that, I was just surprised that I caught his trick. In fact, it wasn't the first time he had used that tactic to make me have sex with him when I hadn't planned to. "Hehe. What can I say, I've missed you a lot and that shower really got me going. I wanted to let you sleep, but you smelled so good, and were so soft, and your hands are like magic." He was mostly babbling then, I knew his little head was doing most of the talking. "Yeah, but the shower was your idea! Anyway, I promise that when we wake up it'll make it up to you." I said while we went back side to side under the cover and simply hold hands. "You better!" He said with his childish voice. There was a big silence while we simply enjoyed each other warmth. With him simply being at my side, I realized how much I had been lonely without him there. I hadn't seen it before because I was focused on my end of semester. "I still can't believe I landed on the most handsome and affectionate lover there is. I love you, you know?" I really meant it. Jake was my third boyfriend on paper, but the other two were real jerks, and he was the only one I had told 'I love you' too. It was only the second time I told him, because for me those work meant a lot. I was waiting for a response from him, but I was okay with just his nonverbal answer of him squeezing my hand. "I love you too, Connor. And more than just having sex with you, you know? Those two weeks were hard on me... That why I begged my mom to let me spend Christmas with you. She was really against it, she wanted me to stay with her for the full two weeks I had with her." His voice was low and shaking a bit. I had no intention of making this so intense, but I guess we didn't really talk about that kind of stuff often, and the last time we talked about it was cut short by circumstance and we hadn't had a chance to talk about it in private. "How did you convince her to let you come, she only mostly sees you on holiday." This was a big deal for Jake's mom. She loved her son and she sacrificed his custody to let him stay with his dad in the same city as his school and his friends. "Promise you won't make fun of me?" Man, if Jake asked me that, it meant it was something big. He was the most self-assured, confidant teen I knew and had an 'I don't care what other thinks' attitude that made him seem invulnerable. "Promise." I said, holding his hand tight. "She didn't want to, especially since the drive is almost 3 hours when you do it both ways, but I started crying out of nowhere. I hadn't planned to, it just happened." He was almost whispering now. "Well, your mom really as a heart of gold, I ought to meet her and say thank you." I said, trying to break some of the heavy tension. We were lying next to each other, holding hands. I almost fell asleep when I heard my little lover say something. "Can I sleep on your chest tonight?" "Sure baby." He put his head on my chest, and I put both my arms around him. We somehow got the covers on top of us. We fell asleep like that, me stroking his back and smelling his shampoo mixed with his teenage smell. He was intoxicating. I really had landed the perfect guy. I didn't really care that he was younger than me, and he didn't care that I was older, despite what many other thought of our age gap. What was the problem if we both were okay with it? The boy was so outgoing, funny and witty on the outside, while being so affectionate and sweet and had a big heart on the inside. To boot he was a sexy young man too! Sometimes I worried that I wasn't enough for him, but he seemed happy, and the fact that he finally told me he loved me made me overwhelmed with joy. I was afraid that I scarred him a month ago when I had told him those words and he hadn't answer with those words too. Well, you could say that I was pretty sure I slept the whole time with a hardon. And it was the best sleep of my life. ---------- I hope you liked it. If you want more, let me know at storytoshare@hotmail.com .