I whispered in his ear, ‘I wanna fuck you so bad…’
His body breathed deep, whispering back,‘…so, then fuck me.’

It was 3:30am. The party had finally come to a close a little under 2 hours ago with James, Ross, Catie, Charles and I left in the semi-cleaned apartment. James was sleeping roughly 3 feet from us on the futon; Catie cuddled with Charles in his room 6 feet to the other side of the comfy chair that Ross and I occupied, and I had just awoke from a 2 hour semi-nap. Two hours ago, Ross had previously been laying on the ottoman with his head uncomfortably hanging over the edge and his white Colts baseball cap with the beer cap remover addition covering his face. I nudged him and told him he shouldn’t sleep like that; it was bad for his neck. He stubbornly stirred from his sleep as I said, ‘You can sleep on the chair with me.’ He willingly relocated afterward.

Jump back to 3:30am. I awoke due to the edge of the chair uncomfortably digging into my hip. Already having stripped down to my unnecessarily bright orange boxer-briefs and black undershirt, I leaned over Ross’s seemingly sleeping form to grab the sweat-shorts I had left at Charlie’s apartment earlier that week. I positioned it at the edge of the chair and, laying back down, was surprised when Ross cuddled into me and placed a warm hand on my stomach and his free arm around my waist. I moved my right hand onto his arm across my waist and stroked it gently. Eventually, his hand moved my shirt up slightly, massaging my stomach a little more, alternating between my stomach and my sternum. I followed suit, positioning my hand beneath his shirt and rubbing gently, slowly until I grazed his belt buckle and moved upward. He breathed a little deeper and moved past the elastic band on my waist and gently, but assertively, massaged my solid cock through my boxer briefs. My body said what words needn’t say; ‘…that feels good.’

James stirred gently, catching our attention, but his snores that followed calmed any alarm. I removed his belt single-handedly, undoing his jeans until my hand came in contact with a stiff cock, eager for attention. I alternated between gently (yet assertively) stroking him, rubbing his smooth stomach and massaging his erect left nipple. His body heaved a bit more, allowing his legs to part a bit slightly. I moved my hand down to gently massage what we both knew was the point of no return, and he let a slightly audible moan escape his lips. I looked at his eyes in the dark and, as they met, we leaned into each other and we embraced one another’s lips like bandits. He was such a sensual kisser, and his continued moaning didn’t stop me from complimenting him with my own. I moved into his neck, nibbling, licking and sucking as quietly as I could, being rewarded with yet more gentle moans…and that’s when it happened.

I whispered in his ear,‘…I wanna fuck you so bad…’
His body breathed deep, whispering back,‘…so, then fuck me.’

My own body swelled at the anticipation, and I went back to his lips for another brief taste. I finally stopped, quietly getting up (with a gentle rub on the small of my back by Ross) and heading toward Charles’ room for the last item needed. His floors creaked with the anticipation to reveal our secret escapades, but I moved quickly into the room, past Catie and Charles’ sleeping forms to grab his half-used bottle of ID Glide lube. Quickly, but gently, I crept back to the chair where Ross waited, poised in a feaux-sleeping posture until I got close, where he looked up and pulled back the covers so I could join him. I grabbed a condom from my shorts pocket and slid it on, adding a bit of lube. I put a bit on him as well, once again greeted with approving moans and gentle hip thrusts upward. He moved into my fingers, and gently gripped my cock, and I took the signal without hesitation.

I moved the covers slightly, and positioned myself in between his legs, my knees on the floor with nothing but a blanket covering my backside. I moved his boxers down to the floor and spread his legs, bringing him closer to the edge of the chair. Placing the tip where it needed to be, I gently rotated it around in a small circle, moving a bit closer into him. His eyes closed, breathing deep, he moaned gently and I entered him. If he had lied and told me that he was a virgin, I would never have doubted him. I entered slowly, leaning into him and once again kissing him sensually. After a minute, I fully resided within him, confirmed by a sigh of ecstasy from both he and myself, and I removed myself slightly, entering him again. The chair creaked slightly, my right arm on the left side silencing it just enough to not cause alarm.

We continued for what seemed like hours until his tightness was feeling far too good for me to continue. I could hear birds chirping, and the sky was washed with a tinge of light. I leaned into his neck, kissing it gently and I whispered, ‘I’m getting close…’ He affirmed his permission for me to finished, and I soon picked up pace, the slight creaking of the chair growing just a bit. ‘Shh…’ he smiled at me. I chuckled, ‘I’m trying…’ and within a minute, I thrusted deep into him; with both of our bodies contracting with awesome ecstasy, I came, both of us gasping into eachother’s mouth, my hand around his neck, and his around mine.

We laid there, kissing each other gently, stroking the backs of each other’s necks with James sleeping within hitting distance, Catie and Charlie cuddled in the other room, and the sun rising behind us.

I pulled out, whispering that I was running to the restroom. He nodded, one more kiss before I quietly stood up, grabbed my boxer briefs, and walked creakingly to the bathroom. After cleaning up, I walked back to Ross seemingly sleeping again and joined him on the chair, once again greeted by him cuddling into me once I settled in, and we slept.