Fuddling

I felt his warm naked body next to mine, his leg hair touching mine, coarse and scratchy in some places, mostly soft and almost tickling. I rubbed my own muscular leg along his, feeling the strength of him even in sleep. I could smell his scent, warmer and thicker due a night long sleep in a closed room. It amazed me how much I loved that smell and how much it turned me on. Gently lifting the light duvet a waft of more of his sweet body odor swept over my body to my nose. His cock was resting across his thigh, the head just peeking out from the foreskin. I admired the bush of pubic hair that grew abundantly around his penis. I could and had lost myself just looking at that forest.

He was snoring gently, barely audible. I didn't want to wake him. Without thinking I positioned myself closer to his crotch so I could smell his musk. This man's body odor drove me crazy. Getting closer, I stuck out my tongue to lick his cock head. It tasted as good as he smelled. Without moving too much, I got closer to lick his shaft and put my nose a bit closer into the bush and get a good whiff of him. So amazingly masculine but also sweet, like ripe fruit.

I licked his cock head again, then held it on my lips in more than kiss. It felt soft and satiny, but I knew it had many personalities. I licked around the head again, gently savoring the slow journey around its circumference. It seemed so grand and large yet fit in my lips. I took more of it in.

Opening my mouth, I very slowly and gently sucked more of his cock in, not wanting to wake him up. I wanted to see how far I could play with his dick without disturbing him. He was a deep sleeper anyway. I kept my weight off his body, maneuvering to comfortably keep his cock in my mouth all the while I marveled at the muscles around his crotch. The thick, rope-like quads on the top of his thighs, the taught skin of his lower abdomen, his defined glutes disappearing under him. I took it all in, letting myself enjoy the site, without making him self-conscious.

Sucking him in a little more I continued to enjoy his cock in my mouth. I let my tongue explore it more, trying to gently dip under the foreskin. I knew his cock in ways I didn’t or couldn’t know my own. I loved this slow time of holding it gently in my mouth, no explanation or expectation, just savoring his cock, its taste and feel. It was still limp, but wouldn't be for long. I tried to see if it would all fit into my mouth. I’d done this before, but even limp, it was a mouthful. I did like fitting his balls in my mouth, imagining swirling them around as if they were dice. It felt good for both of us.

His cock was waking up even if he wasn’t. 

It slowly grew in my mouth. I let it do its own thing, adjusting my position to accommodate it, moving my tongue along its expanding landscape. We were both about the same size erect, both rather wide as well. 

I wanted it to grow to its full erect size. I wanted my man’s manhood on display for me in all his naked glory. Taking my mouth off his dick for a moment, I quietly removed the rest of the covers to expose the generous forest of hair covering his legs, his muscular calves, and his sinewy, broad feet. My cock was already hard taking it all in.

A sleeping man is one of my most favorite erotic sights. On his back with his cock exposed, better even erect, he seems so vulnerable and yet strong.  On his stomach, his muscular butt like a proud mountain, his sphincter laying in wait, seems to be calling you in.  A man, even waiting for sex, even taking another man’s cock up his ass, does not project weakness to me, quite the opposite. There’s a strength to a naked man even when getting fucked that draws me in, arouses me further. Looking into a man’s eyes in the moment of penetration, your naked bodies just coming together, it seems like, feels like two forces of nature uniting. There’s an unseen explosion.

I took another eternal moment to take him all in, head to toe. Beautiful sculpted neck, broad and hairy chest, his almost defined, muscular torso to his strong feet. He seemed the size of a continent, so much to explore. A mans’ feet are a source of strength and power. Whether at the base of him, naked on the ground, splayed out, bearing his weight, or like this, in repose, heels down, toes up, the arch and strength on full view in potentia. I love those times when I’m fucking a man, my dick deep in his ass while he’s on his back. He has lifted his legs to let my naked body get as close to him as possible, opening up his ass so I can enter him. In the heat of pleasure there are those times when his toes curl. It doesn’t always happen, but I know for sure that he’s lost in the ecstasy of our sex when it does. It spurns me on as if I needed any more encouragement.

Returning to his cock, now semi-erect, I put it back in my mouth. Getting it wetter with my saliva, coating it with my tongue and desire. I knew what I wanted.

Still without waking him, his cock grew to its full erection in my mouth. I would have loved to see if I could get him to ejaculate down my throat without him waking, but that erotic experiment would have to be for another time. I was on a different mission. 

I ran my hands gently on his abs to his chest. His erection still in my mouth as I sucked him more earnestly. It was obvious his cock was ready for action. 

We had fucked the night before, which also explained his deep sleep. We both slept better after getting off, or better, making love. The lube I had spread on my erection and used on my finger in his ass while we passionately made out last night was still out next to the bed. Good kissing is always a must for me to get started. I need it. 

I love the sound men make when they are really kissing, the slurping and smacking of lips and tongues as they suck in their lover's essence through mouth and tongue, the heavy breathing when we come up for air, and the moans of pleasure we release unawares. I’ve been known to whimper even.

Real men kiss. They make out. They roughly and sensually explore their stubble and beard. They take in their necks and chins and love on their ears. But it's the fierce dance of the tongues that let you know that they want more of each other. The only downside, if there is one, of my need for and love of passionate kissing is that it's hard to stop there if it's not the time or place for more.

This was one of the rare times there was no kissing, I wanted too how far I could go with him asleep.  Lubing his erection I prepared my ass. Straddling him, careful not to wake him, I guided his rigged cock, into my tight sphincter. Slowly, for my own sake, and not to wake him, even with a muffled burst of pain, I lowered onto him.

The first moments, like always, sent quick pains through my anus. But quickly that subsided into the pleasure of having his full erection filling me, throbbing inside me as he slept.

Waiting briefly, to still the moment, makeing it last, I begin to fuck myself on his cock. This wouldn’t be the last time I’d do this with him. We both loved a morning fuck. 

Once, later than this story, I woke up with his morning wood poking my butt. I was in the same condition so decided to take advantage of it. This time I fucked myself until I came, orgasming on his abs while he slept. I spread the cum about on him and me to dry it up. Then fell back asleep naked next to him.

Another time I woke up in the early hours of the morning to find him, this big beautiful man, deftly fucking himself on my erect cock. I caressed his thighs while he rose  in rhythm and loud moans on my dick, looking into my eyes with intensity the whole time. Without breaking the gaze we fucked, his formidable ass fitting into the openness of my crotch, the indented curves between my thigh muscles from which my cock rose into him. He shot his load over my chest and our bed, soon I was coming inside him. Breeding is one of our favorite pastimes.

This time however, was different I was fucking myself on his cock, slowly, enjoying the feel of him inside me. I had no other objective in mind. I love the various phases and movements of intimacy and draw satisfaction from them without having to always end in orgasm. I sometimes call gay sex “man’s work” like its a holy duty men need to perform for each other, a job that a man sacrifices himself for willingly to please, attend to, heal, or serve another man. He puts his back into it, quite actually,  his muscular butt rising and falling as he thrusts into the man he’s serving. The”king” under his care is in repose, actively enjoying the ministrations of this man  and the hard work he’s doing.

I was well into the ecstasy of my pleasure, lost in the physical and emotional feeling of fucking myself on his erection, I didn’t notice that he hadwoken up. He was watching me with a smile, but also enjoying the moment. I smiled back and soon what had started as a fairly one-sided rhythm, turned into a mutual dance as his crotch rose up to chase my ass. I didn’t last much  longer.  My orgasm welling up inside me caused my sphincter to squeeze his cock. He knew I was close and doubled his efforts. 

Without thinking, without missing a beat or removing his cock from well inside me. We spun around leaving me on my back. Soon I was convulsing in pleasure, my cum covering my abs and running down my waist. It felt good to be sloppy. He leaned into me lifting my legs up and burying his dick further in. I wrapped my arms around him, smelling my pits and feeling our mingling sweat. Continuing to adjust to feel his cock slipping in and out, I focused on gripping him to give him and me maximum pleasure as I embraced him within and without.

He too was soon wracked by convulsions as his load filled me up. We lay there for a while, wet with sweat, smelling of our sex, a combination of body odor flavored by exertion and cum. His beautiful cock slipped out of me, but we stayed there in our embrace, softly kissing the parts of each other's bodies we could reach with minimal movement, basking in the afterglow.  

We rarely clean up after sex unless we made a real mess. We like the musky smell of our bedroom for a while, and frequently fall asleep covered in each other’s  cum and sweat. The most we did this time was get up a long while later to brush our teeth and pee. Since it was Sunday and we purposefully had no plans other than each other, we settled into what we call fuddling time. Fuddling is a long lazy time in bed stark naked on a day we've kept commitment free for ourselves. We like being naked. We talk a little, maybe over the course of the hours even read, but spend most of the time cuddling and fucking. We get up when we both feel like it.