Shelter from the Storm Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Shelter from the Storm Pt. 02

... shoulders and his torso rippled. Then he glanced back at me, saw that I was awake, and grinned.

"Morning little boy," he said softly. "Did you sleep well?"

Being called a little boy brought that giddy feeling surging up again. I smiled at him sheepishly. He looked so good, standing there casually naked, his whole lean, muscly body on show.

I couldn't help but look at his cock, hanging slack between his legs, but still so thick, so heavy-looking ...

Last night -- and I felt the memory viscerally in my body as my asshole ached -- that cock had been inside me, huge and rough and pounding me like I had no say and no choice in the matter. It had hurt a lot ... and yet the sight of that cock now made me feel like something inside me was melting. My resistance was wilting pathetically. Just the sight of it alone made me want to be in his power again.

"Are you leaving?" I whispered.

Sam nodded. "I've got watch duty this morning," he told me. "I need to be up on the walls, patrolling. So I'll be taking a shower, and leaving you to James."

I pouted. Half a second later, I caught myself, and wondered what in the world I thought I was doing. Was I seriously pouting -- acting like a little girl -- because a man was leaving the bed he had just shared with me?

But Sam was raising an eyebrow and grinning wider, seeing the look on my face. "Going to miss me, cutie?" he asked in a teasing tone.

I blushed scarlet and buried my face in the sheets. But as I did so, I ...

... felt the yearning sweep through me again. I didn't want him to go. I wanted him to use me for his pleasure before he left to do his duties. I wanted to be the toy that he played with before he left to start his day. God, what was happening to me?

On an impulse, I shuffled over in the bed until my head was at the edge nearest him, facing him as I lay on my stomach, my head poking out from under the duvet at the level of his crotch. I looked up at him, wide-eyed. I felt somehow extremely small and vulnerable, and yet at the same time reckless, adventurous, hungry.

Some instinct made me speak, before there was time for my conscious mind to register what I was saying.

"Won't you let me give you a goodbye blowjob before you leave?" I whispered.

Hearing the longing, pleading tone in my own voice, I felt my insides shrivel with embarrassment. Had I lost all my dignity? Was this really who I was?

But Sam's cock was twitching, hardening right in front of my eyes, and as I looked up at him I saw a hard, hungry look appear in his gaze. My stomach churned, and all the feelings of shame and degradation inside me were overridden by a fresh wave of desire. I just wanted to feel the incredible fullness of my mouth and throat with that huge, hot length of cock in them again. I felt like I was going mad. I was practicallybegging a man to slide his cock into my mouth ... what was happening to me?

But I couldn't stop myself. "Please let me suck for you," I heard myself say in the ...