A Midnight Surprise

A deep breath filled his lungs as he slowly came to. He’d been dreaming of making love to his wife and he wanted more than anything to drift back into that dream. He could almost feel her hands on him, and smell the scent of her hair, but something wasn’t right. The dream had slipped away, leaving only the darkness of his closed eyelids in its place. He could swear he still felt her hand tracing his hip as he lay on his side. It made him want to quit his business to be done with these shit hotels every other week.

“You sleep like the dead.” A deep voice purred in his ear.

His eyes snapped open in shock, surprised to find the corner lamp on and the shades drawn. He froze for several seconds before finally, responding, “Tyler?! What the fuck are you doing?”

His body was turned, his back towards Tyler, who was now pressed firmly against him. “What’s it look like?” he asked as his hand moved down from Andrew’s hip, cupping his balls.

He suddenly became very aware that his boxers had been removed somehow, and that his dick was limp and exposed. “No. No. What the fuck are you doing?” Andrew cried, trying to get away, but finding he was unable to move much, as Tyler pressed firmly down on his hip while the other arm locked around his neck.

“Shhhh, calm down Andy. Don’t struggle.”

“What do you want?” he gasped, feeling himself begin to choke, airflow from his throat was restricted by the arm.

He kissed the nape of the smaller man’s neck, ignoring the question. “Mhm, you smell so good.”

“What the fuck? This isn’t… dude that’s enough. This isn’t funny.” His voice trembled slightly as he began to panic.

“Good thing it isn’t a joke.” He said, his voice sounding more serious. He pulled the smaller man closer so that his erection pressed against his back.

“Tyler… why are you doing this? Since when were you a faggot?”

Tyler ignored him. He continued to kiss his neck, and then his shoulder, as his hand began to massage Andrew’s balls, making him gasp.

“Stop. Stop. I’m not fucking gay. Fucking faggot!” He tried to throw an elbow, but Tyler swatted it away easily.

“Faggot this, faggot that. I’m goddamn sick of you pretending.”

“Pretending? I’m not a fag. Why the hell would I pretend?”

Tyler chuckled, his fingers running down the crease between his balls and his ass. “Why wouldn’t you? Married to a beautiful woman, kids, a house… I know better though.”

He began to tremble, his face distorted in terror. “Tyler please… stop. Why are you doing this? Please. Just go. I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”

“I can’t, and I won’t.” He slid his free hand over his chest, pinching a nipple.

“Dude, you’re married!” He cried, reaching for anything that may deter him, “Would you really do this to Mandy?”

“Fuck her.” He bit down on the nape of his neck, not too hard, just enough to make him gasp.

“Please…” He whimpered.

“Shhh.”

He could feel Tyler’s erection between his cheeks and began his struggle anew as he felt a cold gel applied to his ass.

“I don’t want it.” He sobbed.

Tyler ignored him and began sliding his fingers into him. “Just relax.”

He couldn’t believe this was happening, couldn’t believe this was reality. “Stop. Fucking stop!”

“Relax and you won’t be hurt.” He warned, beginning to insert a second finger.

Andrew gasped as he tried to wriggle away. “Tyler! What the fuck are you doing!” He yelled, before feeling a fist come down on his ear.

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Andy.” Tyler snarled.

He couldn’t help it, he was terrified. “No. No. Tyler! I’m not a bursa sınırsız escort fucking faggot. Get off of me!”

“Calm down. Shhhh I promise you’ll change your mind.” He waited until Andy had exhausted himself, before placing the head of his cock on his asshole. “Shhhh, just try to relax.”

“Please…” Andrew begged, “I’m not a fag.”

Tyler didn’t say a word. He just pressed harder, until the head began to slide inside.

“God damn it! I’m not a faggot!” Still held on his side, he leaned forward as far as he could to at least remove himself as much as he was able.

“Oh no. You’re not getting away.” He growled, pulling his hips back, so his dick slammed fully inside of him.

He made a choking cry, paralyzed by the pain, “hnngg, fuuu…” he grunted in pain. He tried to stare at the clock which read 02:21 AM.

Tyler pulled back and thrust, making him groan in pain again, “ohhh fuck…” he gasped.

Tyler chuckled, his breath hot on his neck. “Feels good huh?”

“Fuck you… faggot… I’m going to… kill you…”

“That’s no way to speak to a lover.”

“I’m not a fucking faggot, nor am I your fucking lover, asshole.” He groaned as he tried to pull away, only for his dick to slam into him again.

“Shhh, it’s okay…” he soothed, his arm loosened as he saw Andy give up and accept it, “just relax… You’ll be begging for it soon.” His thrusts were slow, and almost tender as he held him there, letting him get used to it.

Andy could feel the flop of his soft cock with every thrust, his balls smacking against the back of his thighs. “Fuck you… I’m not a fucking faggot and I will not beg. Just hurry up and finish, and get out.”

“I don’t think so.” He whispered as if they were lovers, “Not until you beg for it.”

“I’m not a fucking faggot.” He hissed, trying to ignore the fact that the pain had ebbed, and was being replaced by a slowly building pleasure. A new fear began to worm it’s way into his mind.

“You will be by the time I’m through with you.” He growled, speeding up slightly as he pulled his body close to his own.

He could feel his dick beginning to stir and grow hard as he was filled over and over. Within several thrusts he’d gone stubbornly silent, refusing to acknowledge the pleasure which was still mounting.

Tyler began to nibble his ear and suck at his neck. “Just relax.” He’d say every time Andy would pull away.

The pleasure had begun to mount to an unbearable level, making his dick throb and ache. His lips were pressed in a thin line as he began to struggle to stay silent. There was no way he could give this asshole the satisfaction of knowing he was enjoying this.

“Andy… ohhh fuck Andy…” Tyler moaned, his voice dripping with pleasure, “it’s so good… you’re so good…”

“Shut up…” he growled stiffly, propped on one elbow and staring at the clock in concentration.

He laughed softly, kissing the back of his neck, and nuzzling his cheek, “You love it, just let go.” As he slowed again, making slow, smooth strokes in and out.

“I fucking hate you.” He said tensely, all too aware of how his body was betraying him.

“Oh, Andy…” He said, his voice still teasing as his hands ran down his sides, and back up his chest. “Let go…”

“Just stop. Fuck you. This is wrong.” His voice shook with tension. He felt like he was about to unravel.

“It’s not.” He whispered, kissing his neck.

“Get the fuck off of me.” He shuddered.

Instead of responding, he bottomed out inside of him, before pulling him bursa merkez escort closer.

“God damn it.” He whimpered. He could feel him throbbing inside of him, the head pressing against his prostate.

“Beg for it…” Tyler growled as he pulled back before doing it again.

“I will not.”

“Oh yes, you will.” He moaned, before biting his neck hard.

“Jesus fuck.” He whimpered, his resolve beginning to break, “fuck… Tyler, please. Stop!” He could feel him moving faster, his own dick now hard and bouncing with every stroke. Holy shit it felt so good! “Get… off… faggot…” he grunted.

Tyler ignored him, his hips slapping against his ass as he began to speed up. “That’s it. O,h Andy…”

He was losing control, the pleasure was overtaking him. “ahhnnnngg… ohhhh…” he broke, and when he did it was like the crack of a damn. He fell back against Tyler’s muscular chest, cupping his cheek and pulling him down into a deep kiss. “Don’t… stop… don’t ever stop.”

“Oh god, Andy.” He gasped, his tongue sliding over the smaller man’s teeth.

“Fuuuu… Tyler… ngggn… Ohhh…” he couldn’t think, he couldn’t focus, all he could do was feel.

“Yes Andy, that’s it.” He said, his voice dripping with desire as Andy began to rock his hips in time, spreading his legs to allow him deeper.

“You… ohhhh fuck…” he gasped, “you’re so hard. Oh fuck me… harder!”

Tyler obliged, his hands moving down his body, before taking hold of his hips. “Oh Andy, you got the perfect ass.” He groaned, pulling him against him as he rammed into him.

“Ugh… fuck yes…” he grunted, his ass clenching around his thick dick. “Fuck me. Oh fuck me!” He panted, pulling him in for another kiss as he reveled in the scrape of stubble on his lips.

“Fuck Andy.” He gasped, breaking the kiss. He moaned, “You feel so fucking good.” He pulled out, sitting against the headboard, and pulling Andy to him, his legs straddling his as they kissed again.

Andy moaned into his mouth as he ground down on his thick cock, the head rubbing between his ass cheeks. “You… fuck…” He gasped as he reached behind him and lined it up. “Fuck… Tyler…” He sank down on him slowly, his body shaking with pleasure. “God…” He couldn’t even speak as the head hit his prostate again, his ass squeezing him in pleasure. “Oh holy… fuck!”

“Andy… god yes…” he gasped, his arms wrapping around him as his hands grabbed his plump round ass, lifting and lowering him. “Oh fuck… tell me you’re a faggot.”

“I’m a faggot!” Andy gasped, his knees pressing into his hips. “I’m a fucking faggot! Fucking fuck me Tyler!”

He didn’t have to fuck him, because Andy was doing all the work. Their tongues danced, and their bodies ground against each other as they fucked, their eyes locked.

“Oh god Tyler…” Andy moaned, breaking the kiss. His ass bounced, and his legs worked as he fucked himself, his hard dick slapping Tyler’s stomach.

“You like being fucked?” He groaned, his head resting on his shoulder.

“Oh god yes!” He panted, “You’re so fucking big… Fuck I love your dick.” He moaned like bitch as he ground his hips.

“Better than your wife?” He asked, his teeth nipping at his neck.

“God… dammit yes!”

Tyler’s dick was hitting his prostate with every movement, making him squirm in ecstasy. His head fell back, his eyes closed as he lost himself in the sensation, pulling Tyler’s mouth to his nipple.

“Better than any woman?” He growled before sucking the nipple.

“So much better.” bursa escort bayan He gasped. He was getting close. He could feel the tingle growing. He couldn’t remember ever wanting someone like this, especially a man. He didn’t care anymore, didn’t care that he was moaning more than his wife had ever done, didn’t care that he was calling his best friend’s name as if it was a prayer. It was the most pleasurable thing he’d ever experienced, and it was all he cared about. “Fuck me Tyler! Deeper baby! I… I wanna…” he gasped.

“What do you want?” Tyler panted, his hands squeezing his ass.

“I want to see! Oh I wanna see your dick in me!”

“Oh fuck.” Tyler moaned, and Andy was flipped on his back. He grabbed his legs, pushing them up until his knees were against his chest, and spread wide. “Later… but first…” he kissed him as he felt Andy stoke him several times before putting his head to his love hole. He pushed forward slowly, sliding in easily until he was balls deep in his ass.

“Ohhh!” Andy groaned, the head hitting deeper than ever, “Tyler… God… yes!”

“Andy…” he moaned, his hand going down to stroke him.

“Oh! Fuck me. Yes. That’s it.” He was so close. “Ohhhh,” he wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

Tyler began to moan, and grunt, his hips pounding, his dick slamming into him. “I’m… Andy, I’m gonna come…”

“Do it! Oh please!”

“Where do you want it?” He panted, his body going tense.

“Anywhere… I don’t care… Just please come!”

“You’re such a good little faggot.” He grunted, his dick pounding him.

“Oh god! Don’t stop. Fuck! I’m gonna cum. Ohhh… yes…” Andy moaned, his dick throbbing.

Tyler pulled his mouth up to his, kissing him passionately as he pounded him, his balls slapping against his ass loudly in the quiet room.

“Oh fuck! Fuuuuuck!” Andy cried, his dick throbbing as it pulsed and shot his load. His ass clenched around Tyler’s thick shaft, making him grunt.

“Ahh fuck. I’m coming!” He groaned, his body going tense with a final thrust.

Andy moaned loudly as he felt the dick inside of him swell, and begin to throb, his seed filling his bowels.

“Oh god!” He gasped, his balls emptying, shooting spurt after spurt.

Andy groaned, his hand wrapping around the base of his softening cock. “So… hot…” he gasped, his eyes closed in bliss.

Tyler moaned, collapsing on top of him, his softening shaft still inside him.

“Mmmmmm,” Andy groaned, his hand cupping his cheek.

Tyler kissed him deeply, his tongue slipping into his mouth, before finally, they broke the kiss. “Still hate me?”

“Yeah, I do. You’re an asshole.” He kissed him again.

“Good. Then we can do it again.”

“Oh god. Please. I don’t even wanna sleep tonight!”

“Mmmmm, calm down there dude. We do have a meeting in… four hours.”

“Then let’s make the most of those four hours.”

Tyler kissed him again, their tongues dancing together. “We have five days.”

“Tyler…” Andy moaned, his hand stroking the man’s soft cock. “What about after that?”

“We’ll worry about that later.” He said, kissing him again, and grinding his hips. “But first…” he broke the kiss, moving his lips to his ear, his voice a deep rumble, “tell me again, how much you love my cock.”

“More than-“

The sudden sound of a fist pounded on the wall.

“Some of us are trying to sleep.” Came a gruff, annoyed voice.

Tyler smiled, and winked at Andy, “sorry.” He mouthed, before kissing him again. “Let’s get some sleep. Maybe we can duck out early in the morning.”

“Alright. But I’m gonna have your balls drained by the end of the week.”

Tyler chuckled, and kissed him, his tongue tracing the tip of his teeth. “You bet your sweet ass you are.”

“Night…” Andy murmured.

“Night, lover.”

“Fuck you.”

“In the morning.”

“Fuck…” Andy groaned, his eyes rolling back. “I’m never gonna get to sleep.”