“Oh god! It’s so big!” I moaned, as I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life.
“You love my prick in you, don’t you?” His deep voice sounded strained from the effort he was putting in. That same sexy, cheeky smirk lit up his face when he spoke.
That cheeky prick! I thought. He knows how much I love him in me. Feeling his nine inch monster deep inside me. Feeling dominated and slutty as he used my body for his sexual desires. Your fucking right I loved it!
“Fuck me hard baby!” I ordered. “I love you deep inside me!”
The smirk played upon his lips again. I lunged my head forwards and mashed my lips onto his, kissing the smirk off his mouth. Our tongues reunited like lost lovers, embracing and writhing together. I ran my hand down his cheek as we kissed, feeling his stubble bristle under my fingers.
“Mmm, you taste so good babe,” I smiled, as I stared into his magnificent blue eyes.
He kissed me again lightly on the lips, his hands clutching and squeezing my arse. He opened his mouth to speak.
“Alex! Wake up!” His voice was oddly feminine. He sounds just like my girlfriend.
“ALEX!!!” He screamed...
I woke to find my girlfriend shaking me. Her long black hair draped around her shoulders, her cute face a mixture of amusement and concern.
“Somebody was having a nice dream,” she smiled cheekily, as she motioned towards the bulge that was emerging from my crotch.
“Oh shit,” I said, as I sat up and moved my hands down to try and hide my erection.
“Tenting in a tent you naughty boy,” she giggled, as she leant forwards and kissed me on the lips. I kissed her back, enjoying her full lips, my hand instinctively reaching to cup her breast. She softly grabbed my wrist.
“Now, now Mr Morning Wood,” she giggled again. “We’ve got a lot to do today, you promised to take me shopping remember!”
“Yeah, I remember babe,” I said, trying not to sound disappointed. She kissed me again on the lips.
“If you behave yourself Mister, then I might let you have some muffin later on tonight.” She smirked and winked at me as she exited the tent, her plump, juicy arse swaying in my face.
I smiled to myself, before getting dressed and following her out of the tent. My mind wondered back to my dream. It had been two weeks since my encounter with my driving instructor. After the sex we had lain on the backseat for what seemed like ages, him holding me from behind. His hard body pressing into my back as I felt his wet cock rubbing against my arse. He had said that I had passed my test, but all I could think about was how good it felt to have another man deep inside me. To have him fuck me hard and make me scream and beg for it. I felt like a slut when I was with him.
I stared at myself in the reflection in the window of the bus, after me and my girlfriend had boarded and sat down. I had always thought that I was nothing special in the looks department. My brown hair was still messy from the sleep; it was like a tangled mop going down past my ears. My girlfriend had said that I had a good honest face, that she liked my stubbly chiselled jaw and my cute pointed nose.
“Almost there babe,” her voice sang out. “Don’t go to sleep on me now.” She kissed me on the cheek.
After we had left the bus we began walking round the high street, me following her like a lost duckling as she wandered into shop after shop. My mind wandered constantly. I had never thought about anyone else, but my girlfriend since we got together. Why was he having this effect on me? The sex was amazing, but for me to capitulate like that and practically beg for it in the end. I didn’t want to think about what Jennie would do if she found out...
The day had slipped by on fast forward as we had been shopping, the sun had glided across the sky and had started to dim. We had begun to walk back to our campsite when I saw the local pub nearby.
“I fancy a pint babe,” I blurted out. I needed it to take the guilty thoughts away.
“Hmm, don’t stay out too late Mister,” she said, as she pecked me on the cheek. “Don’t come back too drunk.”
I promised her I wouldn’t, before entering the pub. The locals were arrayed around the establishment in various states of inebriation. I hardly garnered any curious glances as I ambled up to the bar, hailing the barkeep as I leant onto the bar itself.
“A pint please mate,” I asked producing a ten pound note from my pocket.
“Here alone mate?” He quizzed, as he pulled me a pint.
“I am yeah, just been shopping with the missus.” I put my money on the bar top and wrapped my fingers around the drink I had ordered.
“Women eh?” He sighed at me rolling his eyes as he placed my cash into the register and gave me back my change.
I didn’t favour him with a reply; I was too distracted to engage in any lengthy small talk. I raised the glass to my lips and let the cool, amber liquid slide down my throat. After another few swallows I began to feel the soporific effect of the alcohol. I felt a buzz as I reclined against the bar, draining the last few dregs from the glass. Then I heard him.
“Fancy meeting you here, Mr Robinson.” His deep husky voice made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
He sat down next to me, placing his own pint on the counter. I gazed at all 6’2 of him; he was wearing a tight t-shirt similar to our previous encounter. The muscles of his chest stood out as the material clung to him. My eyes moved up his body to his face, a smirk played upon his mouth, his full kissable lips taunting me.
“I do hope you enjoyed our last encounter, it was a very hard lesson.” He chuckled to himself.
“I-I don’t k-know...” I managed to stammer out, sounding like a love struck teenager.
“I’m not making you nervous am I?” he asked, as he placed a hand on my leg. “Would you rather leave this place so we can talk in private? My house isn’t very far from here.”
I don’t know what came over me, both the feeling of his strong hand grabbing my leg and the buzz of the alcohol messed with my mind. I wanted him.
“O-okay,” I agreed, the thought of the amazing shag we had last time filling my mind.
We both stood up and left the pub, beginning the short walk back to his place. I stole glances at him while we walked; his trousers also looked tight and showed off his strong leg muscles. My tongue played on my lips in anticipation; any thought of my girlfriend was completely gone.
We arrived at a new looking two storey house, walking up the driveway I noticed his car parked there. The same car he had fucked me in. He noticed where my gaze was directed.
“I remember when we were in the back of there.” He chuckled. “I solved the problem with your gear stick didn’t I?”
He produced his keys from his pocket and unlocked the front door. I walked past him into his house, before he closed the door behind me. What now?
He led me into the living room and sat me down on his spacious couch. He wondered off and emerged again a few minutes later holding two opened bottles of beer. Handing me one he sat down beside me, taking a swig from his bottle. I shuffled nervously on the couch as he moved closer to me; I took a quick drink from my beer as he put his arm round me.
“You seem a little nervous, Mr Robinson,” he said, as he placed his hand on my leg. “It’s not like we haven’t done this before.”
“I-I’m just not sure,” I stuttered. “I want to, but...”
He moved his hand slowly up my leg, making me shudder as he leant closer to my ear.