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Johnny and I have been together now, for months. It seems longer, but it isn’t. I have never met anyone quite like my Johnny. He is so handsome, so angelic when he sleeps, that I always fall asleep with a hard-on, wake up with one too.

He’s such a charmer, and we fit together like a glove. There is nothing I won’t do for him, or him me. Least that’s how it seems, and to be honest, I love cuddling next to him at night, waking up that way. Our young bodies just seem to naturally fit together, which is maybe why our mornings are always so special.

Like any guys our age, we dream, are passionate with each other, and just can’t get enough sex. I mean it just seems we are always horny. But for Johnny, and me, the mornings are super special.

I fall asleep dreaming of him, of things we’ve done, but he is Johnny, and his dreams are more out there, than mine. Just looking at his face, at his firm but lithe body, you know he has a mischievous side to him. It was that which attracted me to him, at some after grad party. The way he looked, teased the girls there, and the guys.

You’d have to have been there, but he played everyone attending the party, except me. It kind of made me feel left out, but later, well he told me it was because he wanted me. So he didn’t want to start off by being a super tease, like he had been with Jason, the school’s King Jock.

We don’t do a lot of talking, when Johnny wakes up. He may stretch, yawn a bit, then flip over to look into my eyes. Christ, that alone gets me dripping, which only makes him smile even more.  It also makes him playful, which is why I love the mornings.

Like who wouldn’t enjoy waking up to a hottie like Johnny, and having him want to play with you? Course, he is still sort of in that limbo state, from being asleep to being awake. He can say things, that make no sense, or at other times he can make perfect sense, until the end of his talking.

Was very odd the first few mornings, let me tell you. But I’ve not just gotten used to it, but sometimes, I wake up waiting for it to happen. It is magical, because Johnny will use me, as if I am the guy in his dreams.  He’ll treat me, just like he would if I really were that guy.  And you should hear who he dreams about. Guys that are hot and whose name we don’t know, or the latest heartthrob on television or the movies.

Like when High School Musical came out, both of us were drawn to Zac Efron, the star. I mean he isn’t gay, but hey, in our dreams he was. Which is why it was so great when they made two sequels to that movie. Johnny would dream I was Zac.

Before Johnny, I slept in the nude, but now I sleep with my shorts on, as does he. It isn’t because we are prudes, but when Johnny is in that semi awake state, it is way too much fun, having him grope me through the undies. And I get to grope back, kiss and caress his beautiful body, while he does it back to me.

Wearing the undies, just enhances our morning sex. And when he’s thinking of someone unobtainable, like Zac Efron or those hot brothers who star in Supernatural, well the sex starts off sizzling, and only gets hotter.

He’ll grope my package, then grab my hair and lock lips, hard. His tongue will force through my clenched mouth, to dive deep into my warm mouth. He’ll lick me and pull back, kissing the underside of my chin, before we roll around, and he’s kissing and licking at my stomach. All the time his hand is pushing at my contained package, pushing the hard dick around, stretching the shorts up, to help push my dick.

I am usually out of breath by this time, when I manage to take charge. My undies are pushed down a bit, but I ignore them, to grab his dick, pull it out from his tented shorts, and before he can say a word, I wrap my hand around the base, then start to suck on it.

There is always some precum on the tip of his erection, which is in my mouth before he can even open his eyes. I love the taste of it, as it falls down my throat. My hand grips his dick harder, as I start to suck on that big pole of his. I can hear a soft moan come from his pursed lips, and if I tilt my head right, I can him lick the bottom lip.

Nothing turns me on more, than seeing Johnny licking his lips, his eyes shut, because I know he is still dreaming about that guy. I can feel his body quiver, as my hand strokes his dick, coating it with my saliva. He groans a lot then, which only makes me hornier than fuck.

I don’t know why, but his sounds, his looks, just do something no other guy has ever come close to making me feel. I love how his perfect golden body shimmers, as I caress his belly, or suck on his dick, my nose buried deep into his pubic hairs.

The scent too, of dried cum, of his sweat mixing with it, drives me nuts, makes me suck faster, and even reach my hand to play with his balls. I love to feel their fullness, as I work on his stiff pecker. I’ll slobber all over his balls, and dick, until he reaches up and grabs my hair, pulling me down onto his dick.

He can be so forceful at times, but I know he is still thinking of that unobtainable guy. His eyes are half open, but they look like they are off on some distant planet. His nostrils will flare too, as he guides my head up and down on his cock. I love it, the feel of it ramming in and out of my mouth. His hips will rise up, while his hand pushes my head down. It almost always makes me gag, but only for a second or two.

His chest will heave, and you can see beads of sweat forming, as he starts to wake up more. Johnny is such a tiger, when he finally does open those beautiful eyes of his.

He’ll stare at me for a moment, realizing that he is being sucked by me, not by some movie actor, then those eyes just start to shine and glitter. His mouth opens, and I’ll usually find myself flipped over onto my back, as he tears into my own hard cock.

Somehow our undies have been discarded. I never could remember how or when it happens, but we are totally naked on the bed, and the room can be at freezing, but we are roasting. I mean the sweat literally begins to pour out of our pores, while Johnny works on my cock. I am usually so aroused, my hands are slamming the bed on either side of my body.

Johnny knows how to suck a cock, and I am always amazed at how good it feels, how natural it is. Then he’ll be ready, a glazed look comes into his eyes, and his face grows a bit taut, because he wants more than just sucking my dick. He wants me, all of me, and he goes into a sort of trance, almost as if he’s gone back to that semi awake state.

Usually, if the guy he had been dreaming about is super hot, like Zac, I get the ride of my life. He’ll flip me over, and work my ass with his fingers, until I am squirming on them. I love how his fingers move around inside my tight ass. It always makes me moan, groan, and even grunt. I am such a slut then, he could stuff anything up there, if he wanted to.

Sometimes he has too, like a big huge dildo we have, but most mornings he just uses his fingers, till I am begging him to fuck me. He loves hearing me beg him for his cock, it really turns him on.

Johnny likes to pound me hard, from the first penetration of my ass, to when he’s ready to blow his load. He loves to flip me onto my stomach, to ram his big boner into me. He’ll usually jack hammer my ass, which only drives me totally nuts. I grunt, groan, until my voice is hoarse. After all, he does ask me how I like it, which always has me saying I love it, telling him I want it harder.

That’s when he’ll flip me over, onto my side, lifting up my leg, and really pounding my ass. Gawd, how good it feels to have that dick ramming me so hard, so fast, is indescribable. There aren’t words to say how great it feels. I mean, once you have been fucked by Johnny, when he is in that mood, you could live off the memory for a lifetime.

I am so fucking lucky, ‘cuz I get to relive that moment, every single morning. How he will flip me, drive his dick into me, grunting and moaning his own pleasure. It is worth everything I have, to experience that.

Sometimes he’ll flip me back onto my stomach, while he just jack hammers my ass. It is unbelievable how hard he can ram that dick in, how it pushes me deeper into the bed, than the time before. Good thing we don’t have neighbours below us, as they’d think the ceiling was about to crash down on them. Sort of how I feel, when Johnny is drilling me.

I really love how he ends our morning fuck too. It isn’t like wham, he rolls off and shoots his load.  Okay, sort of but it is how he does it. Like he’ll be pounding my ass, until I am nearly in tears from the pleasure he’s giving me, when suddenly he’ll shudder. His pile driving slows to a few really long hard thrusts, then his body will roll off me.  I can hear his gasps, his puffing, and usually I manage to turn over, prop myself up to see him tossing the condom off his dick, his hand grasping at the base of it.

Then wham, his whole body shakes, and his eyes are shut tight, as a stream of his spunk flies out of his dick. I can see it spray out, splattering across his heaving stomach. If I hold my breath, which is damn hard given my own state, I can almost hear the cum hit his belly. It is like a sizzling sound, almost as if his body is so hot, that the liquid is turning to steam instantly.

After a couple of those, his eyes will open, and he’ll turn his head a bit to me, his hand will reach out to touch me, and before I know it, my own hand is pumping my dick, and I am towering over his still quivering body.

That usually sends me into a frenzy, and it doesn’t take more than two or three hard strokes, before my hips push out, my dick over his body, and my cum is gushing out to fall onto his drying spunk.

At that point, I don’t think I can handle anything, but usually Johnny will yank me down, so my stomach crushes into his, and I feel our cum beneath, like glue. It is like we are binding ourselves, with our jizz. It is such a rush, that I think I want to start all over again.

Course, can’t do that, as even guys our age need a few moments to recover. Then too, once we are done, well there is the chore of cleaning up, which means Shower Time.  One more instance, where our morning ritual just shows, what horn dogs we both are.

All I know, is that waking up with Johnny, has made me feel like a newborn. Every morning it is like this, and you know, I hope we’ll never get old. Somehow, I think Johnny will always wake up, wanting to fuck. I know I will, as long as he’s next to me.

 

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Waking Up With Johnny

Part (-)

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

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