1. Lonely Night


    Date: 12/13/2014, Categories: Gay Male, Author: AnnonymousStories2, Rating: 0, Source: LushStories

    Pulling off my socks I lay back, the last bit of responsibility for the day was taking off my clothes. Pulling the covers over my body, I could tell it was too cold, goosebumps on my body were almost screaming at me to turn up the temperature. There'd been an empty space on the bed, always had been, so naturally I had to make myself warm or get up and turn on the heating. But I'd forget - I always did and I'd be charged extortionate money - so instead I wrap my arms around myself, one of my arms covered by the duvet and the other out so I don't wake up in the middle of the night from being too warm. Even then, my body temperature wouldn't help and I could feel shivers starting to kick in with chattering teeth soon to follow. In the cold I can't get to sleep, in the warm I can't get to sleep, it was just some kind of phenomenon that there was no perfect medium. I tried everything, breathing into my hands, but it wouldn't warm up my whole body. Then I remembered what people do in life or death situations - it was far from it but I didn't have the money to throw away in the first place - but I had no one to be spoon with, not even my dog who'd decided to stay in the living room. Instead I let my mind wander, let it think of stuff I'd not let myself think of in a while. My body started to become to life again, running through my veins and cock was warm blood. After getting a grip of it I let myself relax and just think about the good old days, gym class. Bulging cocks here, ...
    plump asses there and handsome people to be seen, P.E teachers or P.E students, they were all game to look at. I just remember one teacher, although he was fairly short, he was equal height to me and I found his beard fucking sexy. Rubbing harder and slower let moans escape from my mouth, imagining he was here with me. Using that beard for heating my face up as he'd moan in my ear every time he'd thrust into my bubble butt. Nails clawing at the back of his naked, muscly back as his abs would push forward and rub against my body, as he held my legs up above his arms, just slowly fucking me. Not even just to get me used to it, but to tease me, tease my body. Sweat would pour from his body and we'd exchange kisses, allowing each other to drip sweat on each other. Because this, what he would be doing to me, it wouldn't be fake. I'd seen the way he looked at asses, and not just any asses, but my ass and other boys' butts. And I'd let myself moan, I'd let it hurt because he'd know it would be ecstasy for me, just cheering me on to cross the finish line. He'd begin teasing again, speeding up only to thrust in hard and quick, returning to his same slow pace again. A few sloppery kisses would cross, but they'd not be disgusting they'd be the best kisses I'd have in a lifetime. The bed would smell like sex but who'd give a damn? We'd likely fuck in it again just to get a good use out of the sheets. He'd have my throat wet from salivating, because with every taste of his tongue or sweat ...
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