Early To Rise

The rain was gushing down in torrents when I awoke to a loud clap of thunder. Ken was fast asleep beside me, snoring quietly. I had a lot to do that coming morning, and this was a bad night to wake in the middle of, not to mention the fact that I’d been having an especially good dream. In it, male models were waiting on me hand and foot, massaging me, feeding me delectable things, and then they had started taking turns sucking me off. So of course, not only did I now have insomnia, I also had a cock that was begging for attention.

I couldn’t wake Ken up – he had his own long list to accomplish the next day. So I spit into my palm and got to work, reaching down and grasping my cock in my hand. I’d always prefered a rougher touch…some might say I liked being “man-handled (perhaps a little too much of a double entendre). I’d had to teach lovers of the past just how to touch me, how tight to hold on, what speed to stroke at. But Ken had shown me a thing or two about jacking off that I’d never even imagined possible. Which was why it was so lame that I was stuck getting myself off. Yeah, sure, it felt good and all, ˜cause when doesn’t it feel good to jack off? But having my gorgeous guy there next to me, a little bit of drool on the pillow next to his lips, well, it was just a little bit of a disappointment.


I twisted onto my side, still stroking myself and then and there I decided that dammit, I needed some help. He’d forgive me if I started on the right note, wouldn’t he? So I slid across to where he lay and let go of my dick, gripping his instead.

“Huh? Orion? Tha’ you? he mumbled, his eyes opening a few centimeters.

“Yep, it’s me. I woke up really fucking horny. And then I let my hand speak for me, squeezing him tightly just the way he liked, with just the slightest bit of movement, slowly, so slowly. My guy liked to be teased, something I certainly understood, and luckily, I enjoyed teasing him. Oh, did I ever.

“I suppose, Ken said, smiling, “You’ll want me to return the favor? He pushed up onto his elbow, a soft, shuddery sigh coming from him as I tightened my grip.

“Only if you want to. Maybe, only if I get you to come hard enough. And we know there’s only one way to accomplish that for sure.

“Someone wants an ass-fucking, is that it? Before I could answer, he had already grabbed a condom from his bedside table, rolling it on in practically the blink of an eye. The lube was on my side, so I poured a generous amount into my palm and set to slicking him up. This was always my favorite part, the portion of time between getting him lubed up and the moment he entered me. I flipped over, and he did just what I liked, what he knew by now to be something I not only liked but loved…treasured…needed. He teased my ass with the tip of his cock, rubbing my opening so very gently, teasing me as well, since I never knew for certain when that second would come, the one in which he’d begin to spread me wide, sliding himself in always so slowly, almost painfully so.

And then he was in me, and the perfect moment was over. Not that the rest was bad at all, as having my ass full of cock was never something even less than amazing, but it was those few seconds before that turned me on the most.

Ken fucked me slowly, sleepily, and he whispered dirty things in my ear, things he knew would turn me on, things that would make this all the better. I used the lube that was still in my hand to jack off while he fucked me, and only moments after I came, he got off too, stiffening in every way possible, like he always did.

He kissed me on the back of the neck as the sky was starting to clear. I could hear the birds starting their morning songs, and I tilted my head back towards Jeremy. “I’ll make some coffee…we might as well get up.

“Oh, I already got up, thanks to you. He swatted my ass and hopped out of bed. “Thanks!

I lay back in bed for a few more minutes. In your dreams, male models may be good at massages, blowjobs, as well as looking hot as fuck, but they can’t hold a candle to the real thing. Instead of going back to sleep and hoping to dream of them once more, I got out of bed and put on my robe, shuffling into the kitchen to make some pancakes for the man I love.


Maggie Morton

Maggie Morton's first novel, Dreaming of Her, is published by Bold Strokes Books - it's an erotic, lesbian, fantasy novel, and has a fair share of romance as well. Her gay, fantasy novella A Fairy's Embrace is published by Xcite Books, and her writing appears in various anthologies, including Eve's Big Bang, Kinky Girls, and Dark Desires. She lives in Northern California with her partner and their Japanese Bobtail.

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