denim from his jeans. He pressed his taut abs against mine, with my cock caught in the middle. It rose to the occasion, and soon he was jacking me with his abs. He grinned that trademark wicked grin at me and said “I want that” and stood up long enough to shed his jeans finally.

He climbed back up on the bed, now as naked as I was, and straddled me with his knees on either side of my waist. He rubbed his crotch against my burgeoning erection, and spat in his hand again and jacked my cock a few times to bring it to full prominence. He rose up over me like a centaur, and held my hardening cock up and then slowly sat down on it, gasping as I entered his tight ass and writhing to make it easier for him to slide down my own 7-inch flagpole. He leaned over me with my cock buried up to the hilt in his ass and growled “Fuck me man, fuck me hard and fast, like I just fucked you – I want it man, I want it bad, I want it from you, man.”

I grabbed him by his naked asscheeks and plowed straight up into him, as he leaned over me grinning. He threw his head back and groaned with pleasure as I thrust up into him, banging my balls against his prostate. He began to slowly jack himself as I fucked him, and soon his erect cock was banging back and forth like a pendulum between his abs and mine. I had both feet braced flat on the bed, and had raised up on my shoulders so that my ass was up off the bed, and he knelt above me high enough that I could pull almost all the way out of him before thrusting back, powering deep into his hot, tight ass. I exploded another load into his bowels, every muscle in my body tensed as I delivered my man-juice into his hole. As I shot my load into him, he shot his load all over my face and chest. My ass collapsed onto the bed, and he leaned over to lick his own cum off of my face. He wiped up some of his cum from my chest and I licked it off his fingers, sucking each of them greedily, which got another grin out of him.

He rolled over off of me, and we stretched out together, his leg thrown over mine, and we touched and kissed and cuddled and, eventually, dozed off.

I woke up the next morning under the top sheet in exactly the same position I had been in when I went to bed the night before – and also, alone. There was no evidence of my nocturnal visitor except for some tenderness around my nether regions, and the digital clock was working fine. I had convinced myself that it must have been a dream born of new frustration coupled with old frustrations That’s when I saw on the pillow next to me, a few bits of grass and some oak leaves. Had I been outdoors sleepwalking? I picked up a leaf and kissed it and said “Thank you, Loki.” As I got