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Consider it an investment. http://donate.nifty.org/ Sleeping on the Floor, pt. 2 "Ha, I knew it!" I exclaimed. "Okay okay, you got me," he said, but he was smiling as I scooted over to make room and he climbed into bed with me and settled in. "Can I ask you something else?" he asked. "Sure. Pretty sure I told you everything though." "I'm just curious how it started." "Well," I thought for a moment. "It started with... here, turn on your side facing that way." He rolled over so his back was to me. "Like this?" he asked over his shoulder. "Yeah. So I was asleep like that, and then I felt..." I moved my hand to his hip. "But we actually fell asleep on top of the blankets, so it was more like this-" I threw the covers back and pushed them to the foot of the bed, so we were laying on the bedsheet in just our shirts and underwear. I took a moment to enjoy his back and his butt before putting my hand back on his hip. "And you were kind of pulling on me, like you were trying to roll me over and at first I thought something was wrong, so I rolled over onto my back." He kind of flopped over as if he was sleepy, and he kept his eyes closed, trying to play the role, but his smile gave him away. He winked one eye open. "And then what?" "And then, you know..." I was nervous about doing anything more for some reason. "No. How would I know? I wasn't awake, remember?" "Well, you kissed me. And it happened pretty fast so I didn't have time to react." "Oh. And you said... I was a good kisser?" "Yes. Very good." "So you liked it." "Yeah, obviously." "Wow. I wish I could remember." "Well I can show you if you want!" I said, laughing to make it a joke. "Okay." "Okay?" "Sure." "Okay." Not wanting to waste time and let my nerves get the better of me, I leaned in and kissed him. It was just a gentle kiss, and his lips were pressed together in a smooch, which was cute but not very conducive to heavy kissing. I held it for a moment, and then he snorted. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to laugh." "Seriously?" "Sorry, really, I'm sorry, I won't laugh again I promise. Can you try again?" "Okay." I leaned in again, and our lips met and this time it felt a little more natural, and I opened my eyes to take a peek and saw that his eyes were open as well, and it looked funny and I started giggling, and then he started giggling, but I kept our lips in contact as we grinned, and then I closed my eyes and kissed him for real. His giggles melted into a satisfied moan as I kissed him deeper, and I put my hands on either side of his face as I got my tongue into his mouth. I tried to be assertive, the way he had, but I couldn't get out of my own head. I don't know how to explain it, but it was like I could see myself attempting to kiss him and it made me feel self conscious. My confidence felt forced. Even worse, my hard-on had gone away, which a moment ago I would have said was impossible under these circumstances. "I'm sorry," I said, sitting up. "I just can't do it the way you did." "Don't be sorry," he said. He still had his eyes closed, and actually seemed breathless. Wow, had I done that? "So, what did I do after that?" he asked, opening his eyes and propping himself up on his elbows, smirking at me. "Let's see... then you kissed me like this..." I said as I kissed the side of his neck under his ear. "And like this, mwah! and like this..." "Oh-ho-ho, I'm getting chills!" he said as his shoulders hunched up defensively. I pushed my face into his neck and kissed him and breathed heavily. I also couldn't help wiggling my fingers into his waist. "Stop i-h-hit! That tickles!" he cried laughing, wiggling his legs and trying to push me away. "Shhhh!" I warned. "Sorry! It tickled!" he giggled. "Hmmm, let's see..." I said as I traced my finger down his collar bone. "And then you started doing this..." and I kissed down his breastbone. "Oh, wait, you were also doing... this!" I stuffed my hand between his legs before he could react, and yup, he was hard as heck. You should have seen the way his mouth opened in surprise and his eyes widened, more than I thought was possible, even for him. It was adorable. He clamped his legs shut reflexively, but my hand was already there, and I gave him a good, evil fondle before he managed to grab my arm and yank it away. "What? You said you wanted to know!" I exclaimed laughing. "Jeez! I didn't think you were going to just grab me like that!" he said in a harsh whisper as he sat up, and he looked at the bedroom door, a reminder that we needed to keep quiet. "Okay, okay, sorry. I couldn't help it." He laid back down but kept his hands over his crotch warily. "But that was pretty funny." "For you." "Yeah, but you owed me one! More than one, actually!" "Yeah." I seemed to have deflated the mood. "You know, I said thoughtfully, rubbing my chin, "I just realized that you've seen mine, but I haven't seen yours." "Yeah but I was asleep!" "Still. And you woke up, and you said you saw that my underwear was down so you must have seen it." "Only for a second!" "Still, fair is fair," I said as I slid down on the bed toward his protected crotch. "Come on, I already felt it." I prodded at his hands. "Fine," he said, and allowed me to push them away. His underwear was strongly tented, and my own dick got over it's nervousness and hardened in record time. I reached down and massaged it, thrilled at the contact, and we both stared at it. "I'm gonna need a better look," I said. He didn't say anything, so I hooked a finger under the elastic and pulled it down, exposing his erection. He had about as much pubic hair as I did, which is to say not much, and seeing his dick excited me more than anything had so far, but I couldn't pull them down much farther. "Here, he said, reaching down and pulling them down to his knees. And there he was, the boy I wanted more than anything, his underwear around his knees, his dick hard as a rock, and he was looking at me with that sweet, solemn face of his. I couldn't believe this was happening. His dick and balls and hips and all that bare skin... it didn't perfectly match my imagination, but that only made it better. I grabbed his dick, and I was surprised at just how hot it felt. Was mine that hot? I looked at him, but he was looking at what I was doing to him as if hypnotized, and that turned me on even more. I rubbed him slowly a few times, but I had no patience and quickly leaned down to put it in my mouth. I felt its heat on my face before I even got there, and then I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out a little and slid it inside, and it was hot and dry and soft and hard, and he had a warm smell that reminded me of fresh biscuits. It felt much larger in my mouth, and I started to feel my nerves acting up again, but I moved my tongue and it brushed the little slit at the tip of his dick and I gently explored it with the tip of my tongue, and I think honestly I would have been happy just doing that until I died. I pulled it out and rubbed it with my hand and looked up at Anthony, and he was still just staring down at himself, propped up on his elbows, his face slack. "How is that?" I asked. He nodded dumbly. "Good," he finally said in his raspy voice. Fuck yeah, that was all I needed. I went down with renewed vigor, licking around his dick, getting his balls into my mouth, kissing and tasting the smooth creases where his legs met his groin. I kissed up the length of his dick, then up his lower belly. I saw the reddish line where the elastic band of his underwear had been, and I kissed it, and somehow the texture that the fabric had imprinted on his skin seemed so hot, so... naked, for some reason, and I rubbed my cheek against it. When I was done with it I looked down at his dick again, bare and hard and pointed right at my face as if telling me what it wanted, and I sank down on it again, moaning as it slid into my mouth as if it belonged there, and I tongued that delicious little slit some more. But I was getting hot. Very hot. My skin was burning and my heart was fluttering like a hummingbird, and I had to push myself up and plop onto the bed. "Phew!" I quietly exclaimed, resting my hand on my forehead. "You're telling me," he said next to me. "Yeah." I realized I was panting. "Looks like you're having a good time, at least," he said, and I looked over to see that he was looking at my dick, which was straining against my underwear. "Can I touch it?" he asked. God I loved that raspy voice. "Yeah. Of course." I sat up a little to watch as he reached down and took hold of it and massaged it through the fabric, and I took the moment to admire him, bare from his waist to his knees, his beautiful dick (which had just been in my mouth!) wet and hard and inviting. I wanted more of it, but then I was distracted when he reached into my underwear and grabbed me bare and continued working me as we both watched. I turned to look at his face, which was solemn with concentration, and he noticed me looking and turned, and I kissed him again. It wasn't at all like kissing him when he was having his sleeping fit or whatever, it was slow and tender. I reached up and felt the side of his face, ran my hand through his soft, thick hair, the back of his neck, his shoulder. I stopped and lifted the hem of his shirt, and he let go of my dick and reached down to help and we pulled his t-shirt up over his head and dropped it next to him, then I reached for his underwear and we got those off. He got up on his knees and we did the same ritual with me and I stared at his amazing dick as he helped me pull my shirt off, then I laid back and bent my knees and he pulled my underwear off. I got up on my knees as well and we kissed again, quietly and gently, and he scooted closer until our dicks were poking each other's bellies. He reached down and bent them up between us and we leaned into each other, our chins resting on each other's shoulders. We were completely naked, and it took me to heights of deliciousness I never thought possible as I felt his warm, smooth back, down to the tight swelling of his bare butt. Oh my God, he was naked. We were both completely naked. It was like I couldn't wrap my head around the thought and I had to constantly touch him everywhere to prove it to myself. I turned us gently and lowered us to the bed so we were laying on our sides, and I grabbed his dick again and began jacking him, looking at that beautiful, serious face and those wide eyes. He started doing the same to me, and we looked at each other, and occasionally one of us would lean forward and we'd kiss briefly, just sort of relishing the idea that we could, that we had permission, and then we'd look at each other some more as we stimulated one another. He lifted his leg and rested it on mine, and I was getting dangerously close, and I thought he was, too, but I didn't want to cum like this. I started to reposition myself and he followed my lead, until I was laying on top of him with his legs spread under me, my weight pressing on his warm, completely naked body, which I still couldn't get over. I put my face over his shoulder into the pillow and pushed my hips against his, feeling that incredible dick-to-dick contact I'd first felt that night, but this time we were both completely bare, and it was somehow even better than before. He was moaning and gasping into my neck, his hands on my back, holding tight. I was right on the edge, and I kissed his neck and then lifted my head and looked at his sweet face and he was looking at me, and he had his eyebrows raised and his mouth was open and he looked desperate for release, and I was desperate to give it to him, and I kissed his lower lip but he was so caught up he didn't even respond, he just kept moaning softly with our rhythm, and I loved that. I pushed my face into the thick, rich hair on his head and I smelled his shampoo and I squeezed my eyes shut as I started to cum. I slowed almost to a stop as my dick throbbed against his stomach with my release, and I could feel our skin getting slippery with my cum, and he humped up against me even faster, chasing his own climax, and I pushed against him more to help him along, and he squeezed me even tighter until he froze, and I felt the most amazing thing I'd ever felt, his dick was spasming with orgasm between us, right alongside mine, adding to the small pool, and I could feel every moment of it, and I slid slowly up and down, the slipperiness between us wringing even more orgasmic throbbing from both of us, until we were too sensitive to do any more. My muscles relaxed and I turned my face away from his damp hair, and we were both gasping, and he relaxed his tense squeeze into a loose hug around my lower back. We laid like that for a minute until we felt we were thoroughly spent, and I rolled off of him. "Phew!" I said, not for the first time as we both looked at the ceiling, trying to catch our breath. "I think we made a bit of a mess. Here," I tossed him my t-shirt. "Are you sure?" "Yeah it's fine, it'll come out." "So," he said as he dried himself off and I looked for something to do the same. "Was it like that, then?" "Not exactly," I admitted, laughing. Once we finished and I'd stashed them somewhere they could dry discreetly, I climbed on top of him again and looked at his face. God I loved those wide big eyes. "I have a confession," he said. "Okay." "You know how I said I didn't remember what I was dreaming about when I was... doing my sleep thing?" "Yeah?" "Well, I wasn't being entirely honest. I was actually dreaming about you." "Seriously?" "Yeah." He actually looked a little ashamed. So cute. I smiled and gave him a quick, soft kiss, thoroughly amazed that I was free to do so. I woke up. We had been asleep for a while, it must have been two or three in the morning, and I was on my side with my back to Anthony and he had one arm draped over my shoulder. We had our shirts and underwear back on and were under the covers. I noticed I was extremely hard, but that often happened when I was sleeping. "Unnn hnnnmm," Anthony said behind me and his arm moved a little, and I smiled and snuggled into him some more to calm him down. It seemed to work. I started to drift off again, but he started moving again. His hand went to my waist, and his hips pushed against me from behind, and I noticed he was hard too. Well well well, hello there my little night visitor. He stopped again, but that brief feeling of his dick against my ass was all it took to get my engine going, and I smiled again as I slowly, gently moved my hips, grinding my ass against his hardness. His hand tightened on my waist and he started moving as well. He clicked his teeth together and then he started breathing heavily onto my neck and the back of my ear, and made a quiet raspy noise in the back of his throat, giving me chills. I reached down and as gently as I could, while keeping time with his rhythm, I pulled my underwear down over my butt and adjusted a little so his dick lined up perfectly with my now bare ass. Oh that felt good. And doing it quietly and gently so as not to wake him just added this extra dimension of hotness. His gyrations were getting a little stronger and his hand had moved down to my exposed hip. I reached down and played with myself for a minute and quickly got close to cumming again. "Mmmnnh. Hanmmum, um," he mumbled behind me. Sounds good to me, I thought. I reached back and worked on his underwear. It was tricky because I didn't want to interrupt his movements, but after some doing I got them down enough, and then I was feeling his bare, hard dick thrusting against my butt, into the crack, and it was driving me wild. I played with myself some more until I was getting deleriously horny, then I got an idea and I wet my finger tips with some saliva and tried to get my hand down to his dick. I accidentally touched my hip the first time and had to wet my fingers again, but the second time I was successful and I got hold of it and wiped a good amount on. He slowed a bit as I did it, and for a moment I thought I'd woken him up and wasn't sure how he'd feel about this, but I lined him back up and soon he was moving again but now the wetness I'd applied made it feel ten times better and I didn't care if he was awake or not. It seemed to be better for him too. He was really going for it now, and his dick would fall out of alignment occasionally but I'd get it back in place, and I loved the feeling of the blunt tip pushing against my hole. His forehead touched the back of my head and he humped my ass a little more vigorously, and he was making the most amazing sounds and I held a hand on his hip, urging him on, and I played with myself with my other hand until I thought I was going to die from pleasure. He didn't give me any heads up, he just slowed down a bit and then I felt it, a tiny squirt of cum right against the sensitive skin of my hole, and then I felt the warm pulsing of his cock as more cum was released, I couldn't tell if any was going inside me but I really hoped it was, and I squeezed my muscles around it, both to feel it better and to further stimulate him. I felt him take and release a deep, satisfied breath against the back of my neck as his body relaxed, and I rolled my eyes in ecstasy and I couldn't stop if my life was at stake. I at least had the presence of mind to use the palm of my other hand to catch my cum as I shot a fast, hot, desperate load. Jesus Christ that was hot. Unfortunately I now had a slimy dick wedged in my ass, a handful of my own cum, and a sleepy boy I didn't want to disturb. I reached past the edge of the bed and just sort of dumped as much of my cum as I could onto the floor, but this being my second orgasm of the night there wasn't enough to really pour, so I wiped the rest on the side of the mattress. I mean what else could I do? As for my ass, well, not much I could do about that. I extricated myself as slowly as I could, pulled up my underwear (not before taking a moment to wipe some of his cum out of my crack and suck it off my finger like sneaking a taste of frosting from a cake, of course), then slowly, carefully, turned myself over so I was facing him and managed to get his underwear up decently enough. I admired his sweet, sleeping face for a moment, still kinda turned on by the slipperiness between my butt cheeks. Oh, what am I gonna do with you, you cute little devil? Are we gonna have sweet, loving sex when we're awake, and then I let you have your way with me when you're asleep? Hmm. Sounded like a good plan to me.