Christian was having one of those horny days. Sometimes he had a hungry day, where no matter what he ate, he was hungry again five minutes later. Sometimes he had a sleepy day, when even sitting down for a cuppa in the caf risked nodding off. Sometimes he had a bouncy day, when he couldn't sit still for a moment, when no amount of running or pumping iron seemed to wear him out and he would spend the evening bouncing restlessly round the flat, until an exasperated Syed ordered him to go out with Roxy and dance it off.
But today he'd woken before the alarm clock, lying on his back with a rock-hard hard-on and fading impressions of nubile limbs and massage oil in his sleep-fogged head. He closed his eyes and tried to recapture the dream, but it slipped away. In an attempt to get back to sleep, he rolled over onto his left side and admired the curved back and golden skin of his fiancee softly slumbering beside him. He shuffled over until their warm bodies were spooned closely together, draped his right arm over Syed's waist and intertwined their fingers. Christian closed his eyes and started to count sheep, but his proximity to Syed was not helping quell his desire. In fact, the gentle pressure of Syed's soft skin against his aching hard on was maddeningly distracting. After a while he realised that, for each sheep he counted, he had unconsciously been making gentle thrusts with his groin, rubbing his inflamed cock slowly against Syed's arse and increasing, rather than reducing, his need.
As Christian became aware of what he'd been doing, two things happened. Firstly, he realised he'd better get up and go for a shower - there was no way he was going to get back to sleep and to stay in bed would only mean disturbing Syed, who'd had a long day the day before and needed a good rest. Secondly, Syed moaned. A sleep-filled, lust-filled moan of contentment which sent a hot bolt of sexual desire through Christian's already tingling nerves and straight to his groin. All thoughts of getting out of bed were banished in an instant.
Instead, Christian pressed his body even tighter into Syed's and continued the slow, gentle thrusts, creating more friction as his hard cock snuggled deeper between Syed's buttocks. Although Syed still looked as if he was asleep, his body relaxed and his eyes closed, Christian could feel his heart beat faster and his breathing quicken. Christian released Syed's hand and moved his fingers down to Syed's crotch. As he suspected, he wasn't the only one with a hard-on. He gently cupped Syed's balls and massaged them slowly, in time with his gentle but insistent thrusts. Murmurs of contentment escaped Syed's lips and Christian pressed a soft, lingering kiss against his neck.
After several minutes of fondling and rubbing, Christian's desire was so heightened his cock was becoming painful and his need to be inside Syed almost desperate. Just as he was wondering how to move things on without breaking the mood, Syed showed that they were in sync, as usual, by gently lifting his right leg, granting access to his sensitive entrance. Christian gratefully maneuvered himself into position and began to push his cock slowly into Syed, using his right arm to help support Syed's leg and maintaining the same gentle thrusts as before, each time inching a little bit further in, encouraged by Syed's soft moans.
Once Christian's whole length was inside Syed's welcoming body, he paused to place another sensuous kiss on his hot neck. Then he began his slow thrusting again, rocking rhythmically in and out, luxuriating in the sensations created by the friction of their two bodies, pleasuring Syed's own cock with slow strokes of his hand, thrusting and stroking slowly enough to keep their desire building but at bay, in an almost hypnotic state of eroticism, the two of them as one, locked together, gently moving and moaning, eyes closed, lost in pleasure.
How long they lasted, Christian couldn't be sure, but eventually he felt his body begin to tingle, the heat begin to rise and his climax begin to build. He struggled to maintain the slowness of his thrusts and strokes as an almighty orgasm crashed through his whole body in a wave of heat and power that started in the tips of his toes and travelled all the way to his scalp, taking his breath away and blocking all coherent thoughts. He was vaguely aware of giving out a loud groan of pleasure as he came, and hearing the same from Syed, as his hand continued to pump and his groin continued to thrust until both their heart beats slowed and their breathing was almost back to normal.
Christian reluctantly withdrew from Syed and as he did so, Syed rolled over to face him and pulled Christian into a long, wet, sensuous kiss, their tongues circling as their hands roamed all over each other's sensitised bodies. Afterwards they lay with their foreheads touching, gazing into each other's eyes, hands entwined, no need for words. And then the alarm clock went off.
'Noooooo', cried Syed with a plaintive tone, as Christian sat up and reached over to silence the irritating beeping. 'Any chance we can ignore it?', although he already knew the answer.
''Fraid not, beautiful. Got a client in half an hour. And so have you."
Syed made a pouty face and Christian laughed. For a moment they held each other's gaze with smiling eyes, before Christian declared, 'Right, I'm going to shower. Don't you dare go back to sleep!' He jumped up from the bed, grabbed his towel and tried to replace his erotic thoughts with his client's training program. It didn't help that, coming out of the bathroom, he was greeted by the sight of Syed in his loose, cotton, almost transparent pyjama bottoms holding out a cup of coffee. Christian took the coffee, and Syed began to talk, but Christian was transfixed by Syed's groin, so familiar with Syed's body that he could picture in intimate detail what was hanging beneath the thin fabric, nestling against his leg, and how, if Christian only pulled the loose end of the cord around the waist, the trousers would fall easily to the floor and the hidden treasure would grow and harden, inviting Christian to touch it...
'Christian! You're not even listening. It's considered polite to look at people's faces when they're talking to you, not...down there!'
'I can't help it babe.' He put his neglected coffee down and encircled Syed's waist with his arms, rubbing their crotches together. 'I'm having one of those horny days.'
Syed's lips formed a seductive smile. 'Well, I'm certainly not complaining about this morning, but you're going to have to keep him', he gestured down with his eyes, 'in check until this evening. We've both got clients all day, and I don't want you looking at them like you're looking at me right now.'
'We could call in sick.'
'If we called in sick every time you were feeling horny, we'd be bankrupt within a month.' He gave Christian a peck on the lips and pulled out of their embrace. 'Now, drink your coffee, put some clothes on and get to work. I'll see you tonight.'