The Man in the Tux Part II

After the hottest first fuck anyone could have imagined, I cuddled up, warm and snug, in the arms of my God Todd, and drifted off to sleep. The embers of the dying fire made weird shadows dance on the walls, and one shadow in particular…

Towards dawn I was dreaming that I was making real, genuine love with the most beautiful man in the world, who truly loved me, although I couldn’t see my lover’s face. As I luxuriated in this perfect dream, suddenly I was completely and fully awake. As the beautiful dream fell away, I almost cried out with disappointment, until I realized that Todd still had his strong arms around me, and his sweet cherry lips were nuzzling the back of my neck, and his beautiful young body was pressed up against my back, and his hot dick was gently pushing at the gates of my no-longer-virgin asshole.

I twisted my head around to kiss his cheek, and he breathed into my ear “You are so hot, and so sweet, and I wanted you so much I just couldn’t hold back. Sorry to wake you.”

“That’s all right – I was dreaming of you anyway.”

He gave me his sweet, gentle, loving smile again – I had never seen him look that way at anyone before, not even Marcia the cheerleader.

Todd slid down me a little, and grabbed both of my nipples with both of his hands, at the same time easing his dick into my joy box. I was already groaning with pleasure, and he entered me quickly, straight in, with one push. He gave me some time to adjust, and then began fucking me from behind. This was a totally different feeling from when he had been on top of me, and I loved it. He took his hands off my nipples and grabbed my shoulders as his thrusts became more forceful, and my own hard cock was thumping up and down against my abs in rhythm with his thrusts.

He shot another huge load into my ass, and rolled over, and I wound up on top of him, now face-to-face with this beautiful man. He grinned at me and I kissed his sweet lips, a quick peck at first, and then a longer, deeper, more lingering kiss as I sprawled on top of him. Our arms were spread, fingers intertwined, like a version of the Vitruvian Man of Leonardo. My raging hard-on was pressing against his box just as he had been pressing against mine, and he spread his legs and murmured, “Come inside me man, I want you so much, I want you in me again.” One push from me and that was accomplished, but I couldn’t be slow and gentle as he was at the beginning. I gave him a few hard, full thrusts, and then decorated the inside of his bowel with a load as big as the one that was still oozing out of my clenched ass cheeks.

I rolled off of him and we lay there, side by side, and drifted off again…

When I woke up again Todd was standing by the bed, wrapped only in a heavy terrycloth robe, and holding another one out for me. There was a delicious smell of fresh-brewed coffee, and he said, laughing, his black eyes dancing, “Wake up, sleepyhead, breakfast is served!”

I stumbled out