Finding My Soulmate

First Morning Wakeup

I am not one of those people who wakes up and jumps out of bed, and since this was Sunday, I was in less of a hurry to wake up. It takes me a while. My first thought was a reminder that I was not alone. Bobby Ray was here last night and we went to sleep together.

I opened my eyes slowly, feeling as though I was coming out of a dream. Turning my head to the left, I saw this gorgeous hunk of male masculinity with eyes closed. He was snoring very lightly. I just stared at him and wondered how I had been so lucky to find him. The thought came to me that after he wakes up, this hunky US Marine might leave for his military base, never to be seen again.

I got out of bed quietly and went to the bathroom to take my morning leak. I was rock hard and it took a few minutes to complete the task at hand.

I was stopped as I was leaving the bathroom by a question in my heard. Should I flush my ass to get it clean, just in case? Who knows what Bobby Ray will want to do once he opens those sexy, penetrating eyes. I climbed in the shower, grabbed the hose with the shower shot attached and shoved it in.

Back in the bedroom I knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed, elbows up on the mattress, head in my hands and eyes absorbing the beauty of this marine sleeping in my bed. Just over six feet of real man, all-over tan, legs covered with dark blond short curls. Legs like tree trunks, trimmed pubes, flat belly, six-pack abs, square pecs built of thick muscle. He had a little stubble on his beautiful, handsome face. Lips made for kissing, eye lids covering a set of blue-gray eyes. His typical marine haircut made him look really hot, so butch, so masculine. It was high and very tight. He wore the cut so well. My eyes scanned the beautiful man up and down, over and over. Standing straight up in the middle of all of this male beauty was a morning salute, about eight inches of manhood as it is sometimes called. Shit, let’s call it what it is. I just see it as a big, hard dick, waiting to be taken from a sleeping hunk of a man.

I slowly climbed up onto the bed like a cat ready to pounce on its prey. I ran my fingers lightly slowly up and down his inner thighs. He moved in his sleep to spread his legs more widely apart. Perfect. I crawled between his legs, leaned down and licked his hardon. I wrapped my warm, wet mouth around the head and swirled my tongue around it, over and over. I slid my head downward, taking Bobby’s cock deep, my nose pressing into his short, trimmed pubes. I massaged his hardon with my throat muscles, making very short strokes up and down.

Bobby Ray moaned a little and his cock got even harder, nothing soft remaining, just hard dick. I continued this for several minutes as he started to move his hips a little; his moaning getting louder. There was no sign that he was awake yet.

I moved my head upward, my teeth grazing the length of his cock, pulling the foreskin over the head and chewing on the abundant loose skin. He started humping my face and made a loud animal-like noise, slapped the back of my head hard with both hands and pushed. I went all the way down and then up and down as fast as my body could move and then he yelled, “Fuck, fuck, fuck. What the fuck are you doing to me, man?” I rammed his cock down my throat, squeezed it and he started unloading his balls down my throat. When I thought he was through I stopped moving but Bobby continued fucking my face. “Stay where you are.” In a couple of minutes, he yelled, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come again.” That he did. Another huge load and I milked him until he couldn’t produce any more of that tasty man juice I liked so much. I licked his dick clean and rolled over onto my back beside him.

After a minute of silence, Bobby said, “I could get used to waking up like that very quickly.”

“Maybe we can arrange something.”

“Chris, that was one of my hottest wakeups ever. When I was asleep, I was dreaming that you were blowing me, but I dreamt that it was a dream and not really happening. A dream within a dream. Weird. Just as I was waking up, I felt like a raging bull out to get his nut.”

“Yeah, you were so dominant at that point and I shot my load without touching myself. That is the only time I have had a no-hands orgasm without getting fucked. It was all so hot and new and it was you.”

Bobby turned to look at me and said, “Babe, I hope one day I can wake up with you every day. And, a few wakeups like today will just add to the pleasure of being with you.”

I threw an arm and a leg across his body, snuggled up to him with my head on his chest and we both drifted off into dreamland.

It was a few minutes past 1:00 PM when I woke up. Bobby Ray was surfing and messaging.

“Hey, sleepy head. And, good morning.”

“Hey, babe. Looking good, stud.”

“Compliments like that will get you anything you want.”

“Anything? You know what I want. Besides, one should never waste a clean man-cunt.”

“Come here, you,” he said as he put his phone on the bedside table.

He pulled me on top of him, grabbed my head and started kissing me with a lot of tongue and saliva. I swallowed everything possible, sucking on his tongue like I had earlier sucked his dick.

I straddled his hips, knees on the bed. Bobby humped his cock up and down my ass-crack, leaving a lot of pre-cum between my butt-cheeks.

I put my hands on his thick pecs and pushed my body up, nearly in a sitting position. I felt his cockhead swiping over and over my hole. Then I sat up straight, lodging his hardness just over my entrance to pleasure. Bobby stopped moving. I pressed my body down, putting pressure on my hole. I continued pressing and suddenly, the sting of him pushing inside me, sent shivers over my entire body. I whimpered a couple of times and rocked up and down, spreading his man-made lube inside the fuck tunnel.

“Fuck! Such a beautiful feeling with my dick wrapped in your warm, moist, velvety pussy.”

“Fuck me Bobby, make us both feel good.”

I was really getting into riding my lover when suddenly he flipped me onto my back, kissed me and continued fucking me like it would be the last time. That thought startled me and with a little fear, I started matching his strokes, our bodies slamming against each other. Moaning, groaning, yesses, nasty talk. I felt Bobby’s cock throb, expand, reaching a new level of hardness and then we both exploded in what was the most intense orgasm yet.

Silence and then he rolled off onto the bed, staring at the ceiling and said, “Chris, that was fantastic, just fucking fantastic. I feel so great.”

“Of course, you feel great, you just got laid,” I chuckled.

No reaction from him, just silence.

“Bobby, I’m sorry for saying that, it probably was a real mood killer for you. But, I was just joking around.”

“No, Chris, it just made me think about what I said, how I felt when I said it and the true reason for thinking about all of that.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. Chris, when we are having sex, I want to use the ‘L’ word but I don’t want to say those three words until I am fucking sure. But, the feelings are there, strong and steady.”

“I am in the same situation. A couple of times I have nearly blurted out those words, but caught myself. I, too, want to be sure before I say that to you.”

“Well, then we are on the same page and are taking the feelings seriously. I’m glad that we discussed this; makes me feel better.”

I turned to Bobby and gave him a loving kiss.

“Dude, I’m starving but I don’t want you to stand in the kitchen making breakfast, so, how about we go to the base and have breakfast at the NCO Club?”

“So, you’re taking me on a breakfast date, huh?”

“Babe. I get the feeling that we have made an express trip through the dating phase. Let’s go replenish the energy and get ready to expel it again.”

To be continued…