Back from the shower after fucking me…

with a whoop, Marek jumped into bed, over my prone body, and onto his side of the bed. As he vaulted, my hand reached up and grazed his torso. He was damp from the shower. He’d fucked me into submission just 10 minutes before, on my side, belly, knees, and up against the wall.

In bed, he wrapped himself in his comforter and rolled over toward me.

“Dobra noč!” Good night! he chirped.

I turned over to hug him and kiss him good night, but he resisted, and twisted out of my arms.

“Ne mam chut’!” he said. I’m not in the mood.

Playing the game, I turned from him as well.

“No, no, no! Come, come!”

He grabbed me and pulled me back into him. Spooned me and wrapped his arm around my chest, started playing with my dick through my underwear.

“Sleep, sleeeeeep,” he murmured, rubbing some more, pulling on my chest hair and doing every subtle and unsubtle thing he could to keep me from sleeping.

His dick was hard in a dozen seconds, of course, and he pulled my undies down past my butt and began grinding his dick into my crack.

“Chseš?” You want?

I answered, “Yes, fuck me.”

“No, no. Sleeeeeep,” he teased.

Finally, after some more rubbing and light stroking, he turned me around to face him and threw his legs over my hips.

“Rick, go suck. Please. I fuck you zitra.”

So I did as he asked, as I usually do.

He’s gotten so that he likes me, not to finger his hole, but to rub the heel of my palm, hard, into his crack, while I’m sucking and jackin’ him off. It gets him hard in about five seconds, if he’s not already. He starts thrashing around on the bed, saying, “Jo, jo, purrrfect!”

He still won’t let me rim him — not when he’s sober and straight anyway — but he’s slowly, in his way, handing over his asshole to me. As I’ve told friends: It’s just a matter of time. I will have this thug-boy’s butt.