A hard morning

You were immersed in warmth as you oozed into consciousness. Dozing contentedly, you basked in the sensations surrounding you. Your back rested on a strong, warm surface, and a weight was snuggled against your waist. A robin's morning song wafted into the room to caress your ears, companied by soft, steady breathing.

Still too groggy to form a full thought, you shifted slightly, trying to sink further into the embrace of your surroundings, when you felt a sudden stiffness fondle your butt. It squished your glutes as it pressed against you, the pleasant **** forming a bead of tension deep in your lower abdomen.

Still languorous, you put up no resistance to your desires as you let your eager hips lean into the object. You savored the feeling of the hard mass spreading your cheeks and nestling between them, applying a satisfying pressure to your butt. It was long and warm, and it seemed like it was made to fit perfectly between the soft globes of your ass, which parted tenderly for the hard rod. Your hole flexed as it ached for more, and the bead of tension in your midriff grew in size to a quivering excitement that sent ripples of pleasure throughout your body.

As if it understood your desires, the rigid mass began moving, rubbing up and down the groove of your ass. Your stomach swirled in anticipation. Everything else seemed to fade away as you focused on the heavenly feeling consuming your butt as your cheeks were massaged by this delectably stiff entity.

Being so focused on your enjoyment, you couldn't stop the whimper that escaped your lips. The unexpected sound of your own voice pulled you out of your enjoyment. Your eyelids lifted as realization struck you.

Lucas. You'd fallen asleep held in his arms. And you were still there now. His lean arm wrapped around you and his toned chest supporting your back. And . . . oh god. That heavenly hardness that you'd let grind against you so delightedly was his stiff morning wood, framed by your too tight swim trunks from yesterday.

Trying to calm your racing thoughts, you wriggled out of his arms and leapt from the bed. Lucas curled up in the bed where you'd been, but it seemed he hadn't woken up. Your heart still hammered away in your chest. Thank god Lucas was a heavy sleeper.

You trudged over to the bathroom, and turned on the shower. Eyes closed, you stripped down naked as you contemplated what had just happened. Why had you done that? I mean, it was obvious why you'd done it. It had felt unbelievably good. But why? You weren't gay. You weren't supposed to get off on hard cocks rubbing against your ass.

You sighed as you stepped into the shower. You were just thankful you'd woken up before Lucas. Who knows how he'd react to him waking up holding you like you were his favorite pillow.

As the warm water cascaded down your body, a problem became apparent. Glancing down confirmed it. Your own penis was incredibly hard. You'd like to think it was just normal morning wood, not caused by what had just happened, but you knew that probably wasn't the case. A small drop of that mind-consuming anticipation endured in your midriff.

You reached down and grabbed your shaft. If you left it alone, you'd go soft eventually. But did you want to let that happen? You were obviously still worked up from before. It might be better to take care of this now, especially since you'd have to go to school — with Lucas no less — in a short while. But damn, you were really feeling hot right now.