3.09.2005
- I woke up out of a dream to hear the alarm screeching a few inches from my head.
Never a pleasant awakening
Somehow, the little shit had managed to fall onto the bed and slid between the pillows and end up right next to my head, leaving him sleeping soundly a few feet away. How rude. This just begs for revenge. Or whatever it is called when you take out your bad luck on an innocent bystander.
I slid over to his side of the bed, and under his blanket. He was as hot as a furnace, as usual. He only shifted slightly and mumbled "mmm-hmmm" when I ran my hand down his stomach and thigh, and back up to cup his balls. Mmmmm, indeed. Yummy balls, all loose and warm. I can never resist a good set of balls, especially his. Something just fascinates me about them, I can play with them forever, pulling, rolling, pinching, feeling them tighten up and become loose again. After taking a few minutes to indulge myself, I set to work with my revenge. Warm hands, warm semi-hard cock quickly becomes warm hands around a hot, hard cock.
"Gettoff, I gotta pee"
I ignore him, and continue stroking up and down his dick, pausing to cup his balls at the bottom of each stroke. He obviously forgets his bladder and falls back asleep, because it's a good 5 minutes before he pushes my hands away and rolls out of bed.
10 minutes later he grumbles his way back to the bedroom, slams the door, slams the closet door, slams the dresser drawer, and slams the bedroom door again. I giggle.
Sweet revenge.