Rhodes - Winner

F or once in my life, one of those searing hot erotic dreams turned out to be true. While I slowly drifted into consciousness, I realized I was rock hard. It wasnt only my usual morning wood. It was more than that. I assumed it was a dream. I have some unimaginably hot ones.

Reaching across my sweat-slicked abs, I started to push the sheet down off my body to let the air in my apartment cool me. I often woke in a sweat from my midnight fantasies. It was familiar territory until my hand ran into the silky hair Id raked my fingers through the night before.

I opened my eyes wide. Holy fuck, hes real. The night before came rushing back into my memory. I never drank enough to forget. There was too much pleasure in sex to waste the memories with alcohol.

I played in bed with a great guy for hours the night before until we collapsed, both exhausted, and I drifted off to sleep. Id rarely had the opportunity to fuck an ass like that. The cheeks were perfectly round globes, and he had muscle. When he tensed to clench my cockdamn.

He was athletic, and he was like a decathlete in bed. He knew how to do everything, and he was an expert at most skills. Most surprisingly, he stuck around.

I was used to waking up with an empty spot beside me in my king-sized bed. Morning was usually a lonely time, but for once Id lucked out. My playmate stayed for the entire night.

Tangling my fingers into that wavy, dark hair, I added a little bit of encouragement helping his head bob up and down and slowly pick up speed. It was like having a hand on the throttle, slowly shifting him into a higher gear. The sheet slipped further down exposing his entire back and teasing me with a view of a tiny bit of his ass crack.

I grunted, Aw, man, thats it. Thats the way to wake up a stud.

With my free hand, I teased the nub of my right nipple until it was fully hard. At the same time, he dug his fingers into my hips, holding tight like he didnt want to ever let me get away.

That slurping sound as he devoured me grew louder. Pushing my head back hard into my pillow, I knew that I couldnt hold out much longer. My breathing quickened. I was close. He was a fucking expert. Lovers like him were maybe one in a hundred. He was at the top of his class.

My hips arched as he brought me closer to the edge. Clinging to the cliff with white knuckles, I didnt want to let go just yet. My fingers grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled him upward until my cock slipped out from between his lips.

Fuck, man, youre so damn awesome. You get an A+. Not quite yet, though. I want it to last a little longer. Slow it down. Well howl at the morning star together.

He spoke in that deep, raspy voice that made my cock rage in the bar the night before. I would have brought him home just to listen to him talk. Youre gonna cum, and soon. Im hungry. I need my breakfast. I dont like to wait.

In the wake of those words, he pulled free of my grip, wrapped one fist around the shaft of my cock and took the head back into his mouth. Fuckin hell, I loved the initiative. He was aggressive and knew what he wanted, and he wasnt going to let me stop him from getting it.

With a tight grip on my shaft, he began to stroke while his head bobbed up and down. I was losing my hold. He was prying my fingertips from the cliff. There was not a fucking thing I could do but enjoy the ride. I was going to fly. It never mattered if Id had five thousand orgasms in my life; the next one was always the best.

With the fingers of one hand tangled into his hair and the other gripping his shoulder, my mouth fell open, and my nostrils flared as I gasped for ragged breaths. The cum boiled in my balls.

The stud knew how to blow a guy. That much was true, and the night before hed plowed me hard. He ran the show. I was so used to being asked to top when I snagged a hot guy, but in one night I taught this hot fucker how to top me with style. He was a keeper if only I knew how to hold on.

I squirmed with the need to erupt. Beads of sweat broke out across my chest. It was inevitable. There was no going back. I was past that point. I yelped, Aww, fuck man, just a little faster. Therethereoh

My entire body tensed for that one incredible moment, and then I shot hard into his throat. The roar of a beast erupted from somewhere inside me, and I arched against the bed shooting a second and a third time.

Finally, he pulled his sweet lips off my cock and fell back onto the bed at my side. The only sounds filling the air in my loft bedroom were gasps and panting for breath.

As the thumping of my heart slowed, I turned my head. He was gorgeous. Id estimate that he was about six foot three inches, and he had a head full of wavy, black hair. A wispy treasure trail led down the center of his abs to all sorts of fun below. He told me that hed been a contestant on one of those survival reality shows, and he had the firm, fit muscle to show for it.

I broke the silence between us. Damn, man, thank you. I didnt fucking expect it, but yeah, thats the way to wake up in the morning.

I thrilled to that raspy voice again when he spoke. Youre a pretty damn hot one. Its always great to get my morning feed, particularly with such a good-looking stud. Unfortunately, I cant stick around. Theyre interviewing me for a news broadcast. The local TV stations think Im a celebrity or some shit like that. Whod have thought it would happen to me?

Oh, yeah, I understand. How about dinner later? Id love to hear about the TV shoot. I bet youve got some incredible stories to tell. We were a little busy with other things last night so didnt get to talk much.

Much? He rolled over onto his side facing me and reached out to rub my chest. Sorry, dinners a negative. Youre cute and all, but no. We did all our talking in the bar last night before you brought me home. Im solo for now, and so are you. Thats the way it is.

As he climbed out of bed, I tried to take my words back. That was just the bar talk. Honestly, I like you. I pounded a fist against my chest. That comes from my heart.

He tugged his jeans up to his hips. Whats my name, Jamie?

Damn, the fucker played hardball. He knew how to make his point. I immediately began to scour my memory to try and come up with a name. I had nothing, so I settled on a response that sounded good but was purely a guess. Luke, thats it. It was a little noisy in the bar and hard to hear, but you said Luke, right?

My answer didnt merit a response. He tugged a t-shirt over his head, and thirty seconds later, he was gone without another word.

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The shine wore off the morning blow job when I saw that it made me late for work. Running a few minutes behind wasnt unusual for me, but I hated adding any flecks of tarnish to my otherwise stellar reputation.

Star One Advertising occupied the first three floors of a downtown Dallas office building. As a junior copywriter, I had a desk in a cubicle in the massive room that filled the second floor.