Playing the Game

The morning seems to come instantly, or at least in my mind, it was right after I collapsed on top of Barney’s impossibly fit abs, that were covered in, well,  us.  I keep my eyes closed as my body assess my surroundings.  Laying on clouds, gentle sea breeze tossing my bed head hair around.  The temperature around me just a few degrees warmer than the air. 

I stretch out fully under the covers of the bed, twisting from side to side and flexing my feet and toes.  I feel totally rested, like I have been asleep for just the right amount of time.  I spread my arms out to my sides and feel empty mattress under cool sheets.  Barney must not be one to wake up with their conquests in the morning.  That’s sort of my MO as well so I’m not disappointed that he isn’t here, keeping part of my bed warm, enticing me into a morning romp. 

I sigh and sit up, slowly opening my eyes, blinking a few times to gain better focus of my surroundings.  I am in my room, or the room I was assigned to.  The window shoji are opened on either side of the bed, drapes pulled closed to keep the sun from invading my sleep but fluttering in the breeze letting slivers of sunlight cut through the room and across the futon. 

I let my head fall forward and stretch my neck and back when I notice that my chest is bare but clean.  I run my hands over my skin and find it not only clean but soft and moisturized.  I tilt my head to the side, thinking back to the events of the evening with Barney, in the bath, and out of the bath, and….. Oh gods, I think, sitting straight up and then shrug.  I have heard it’s a good moisturizer. 

My mind begins to travel to its fantasy section where Barney is lovingly spreading our expended fluids over my chest and stomach. Gently playing with my nipples while moving in closer to lap up what’s pooled in my navel.  The image suddenly stops where there is a gentle rapping on the door.  I shake my head, trying to come back to the here and now when I notice one of my hands is down my sleeping pants while the other is gently tugging on a nipple. 

I freeze my movements, considering how quickly I could finish myself off when that damn rapping starts again.  “Just a minute.” I call out, much more loudly than necessary, still debating on how quickly I could finish as my hands have already started back up on there own.

“Could you come back later, I’m a bit, uh, indisposed at the moment.” I call out again and have to bite my lip to stifle a groan that is crawling up my throat.

“It’s Barney, Sobata.” I hear coming from behind the doors.  “Do you require assistance?”  He says very formally but I can hear the taunting in his voice.  “Sobata, if you don’t answer, I will have to assume that’s a yes for me to come in.”  Barney chuckles, he frickin’ chuckles as the door handles slowly start to move.

I don’t answer.  Barney already knows what I’m doing behind the doors, and he knows that his ‘assistance’ isn’t required, it’s desired.  I keep my eyes on the doors as they slowly open.  My hands still working, one concealed under the sheets and in my pants while the other has now moved to rest behind my head, giving me the appearance of casually jerking off.

The doors open slowly, revealing Barney in full dress.  Dark suit, expertly tailored as if just for me to admire his reenforced frame.  His muscular arms straining the seams of his suit jacket, slacks outlining his muscular thighs and not even being able to hide the monster rising from his groin. 

I stare into his eyes, lazily stroking myself so it’s quite obvious as the comforter moves up and down, his eyes tracking the movement.  He raises is gaze to meet mine again.  He inhales deeply through his nose, shouldering rising and falling before he steps fully into the room, closing the doors behind him.  He takes half a step back and flips the lock causing a loud clacking noise to echo through the room.

He starts to undress himself, jacket first, slowly flipping it open, flapping the collar back and letting it slide off his shoulders and down his arms, landing in a heap on the floor.  He leaves it behind like last years fashion, kicking off his shoes next while unbuttoning the cuffs of his crisp white dress shirt.

Barney eyes the comforter that is still moving rhythmically to my quickening strokes.  He stops at the end of the futon and leans down, placing both hands on the mattress.  I think he is going to crawl onto the bed like the stalking panther that he is but no, he suddenly grabs the comforter and rips it away from the bed in a flourish, sending it flying towards the doors.

While I’m surprised by the sudden and almost violent motion, I continue to stroke myself and look up at Barney, smiling and tilting my head sideways.  “I suppose you want to watch, hmm?” My voice is low and raspy, still trying to wake up from a restful nights sleep.

He only smiles as he drops onto the futon on his knees and then falling forward, landing on his elbows with his face cradled in his massive, strong hands.  “Oh sweetheart, I get jealous if I don’t get to participate.  Besides, you’ve been at that for a while and still haven’t finished.  I think you have been waiting for me to come and wreck you again.” 

I can only smile as I reach my free hand forward and wiggle my fingers to entice him to come to me.  It doesn’t take but a second before he grabs the bottom of my pant legs and removes my sleeping pants in one motion.  It’s suddenly very obvious to me that I was commando under my sleeping pants and the man responsible for my now exposed self was cheekily smirking at me while swinging my pants above his head in victory.

I instantly let go of myself, internally throwing a temper tantrum, and cross my arms over my chest.  “Well, now what are you going to do?”  I nod to my flushed erection gently throbbing against my stomach.  “You planned all of this, didn’t you?  You figured out that our little pool play was going to linger into the morning and I would be wanting more of you.” I raise an eyebrow and blow out a breath, trying to be an intimidating dragon.

Barney stands up again and moves to the wall next the windows and taps on a screen imbedded in the wall.  The shoji close with a quiet hiss.  I continue to look at him while trying to put on the most annoyed face I can muster but my damn body keeps getting more and more excited which is evident by the little dribble of pre-cum that has been released and is now trying to run down my shaft.

He sees this, his face changing in an instant to one of lust and desire.  I grin openly and cover the object of his desire with my hands.  His face visibly drops and I swear he is going to cry as his eyes begin to water.  He moves slowly towards the bed, unbuttoning his shirt before it too is forgotten on the floor.  His belt is next, the buckle clanking loudly as he practically throws it to the floor.  By the time he is next to the futon, towering over me, he is completely naked. 

I can only stare at his well toned body once again, drooling when my eyes meet his overly excited and weeping dick.  It’s huge but more long than thick, the head flushed and already leaking in anticipation.  He continues to stand to the side of the bed as I debate wether I want to touch it or suck it.  Truth be told, I want to do both. 

I lick my lips and begin to slide to the side of the bed, keeping my eyes on the glorious flesh bobbing before me.  Barney doesn’t move and it seems he has stopped breathing when I glance up to check if he has passed away on his feet.  Our eyes meet, he smiles gently and nods his head, moving his gaze to his own magnificent meat, slowly wrapping one hand around the base, stroking slowly from base to tip, milking out stringy beads of wetness as if to show he was ready for me.

I place my open palms on his sides, slowly dragging them down the dark trail of hair to rest them over his one massive hand.  He releases his grasp on himself allowing my own hands to take over, once again stroking from base to tip, running my thumbs over the tip to spread his wetness back down his shaft.  Moans begin to escape his lips with out restraint as he runs a hand through my hair, gently tugging me forward, letting me know what he really wants to feel.

I let him guide me forward while keeping the rhythm of my hands slow and steady.  Closing my eyes slowly I stick out my tongue to sample Barney’s offerings and am pleasantly surprised by his taste.  Circling my tongue around the head slowly, allowing the drool that has been pooling in my mouth since he started undressing before me, to coat the head and run down the shaft allowing my hands to slide more easily over his hot tight skin.

I can hear Barney’s breathing getting sharper as I envelope the head in my hot wet mouth.  His girth is a perfect fit, it’s the length that may be a problem.  I take a strong hold of his hip with one of my hands so I can control his thrusts that will surely get out of control as this teasing play continues. Feeling more in control, I close my mouth around his shaft and gently begin sucking, allowing him to push himself further into my mouth while keeping a firm hold on his hip.

I realize that this could become quite uncomfortable as Barney’s cock hits the back of my throat and, although I am skilled at this particular type of play, I can’t relax enough to allow any more of him to fill that space.  I gently squeeze his hip while pushing back slightly hoping he will understand what I’m asking and to my relief, he pulls back slightly and lessens his grip on my hair.

I hum in appreciation which was the wrong thing to do.  He moans lowly and growls out, “Fuck Fuck Fuck.” Just before he holds my head steady and rams his throbbing cock down my throat again.  He pulls back and snaps forward a few more times before he gives me no choice but to let my teeth graze his sensitive roaming rod. 

As he starts to pull himself out of my straining mouth, I let my teeth barely ride along his shaft.  His motion stops dead allowing me to sigh and slap at his hand still holding my hair.  More ‘Fuck’ declarations fall from his mouth as he drops to his knees and cups my face, searching my eyes for any pain he may have caused.  I gag slightly as more drool and his salty offerings dribble down my chin. 

My jaw is already wrecked from just a few minutes of trying to take the beast orally.  Do I regret it, not really.  Will I do it again?  Probably but not today.  I roll my eyes at Barney’s over the top concern and work my jaw in circles before patting his hands and sitting back on the mattress.  Barney’s concerned eyes are still on my face as I lean forward, leaving a gentle kiss on his forehead.

“I’m fine, Barney.” I sigh as the mood begins to drift away from the both of us.  “Let’s just get cleaned up and dressed.  You looked like there was something important going on.”  I stand and make my way to the ensuite, pausing at the doorway to look back at Barney who is still kneeling beside the bed. 

“Hey.” I try get his attention but it only seems to make him feel worse as his shoulders sag and he falls forward coming to rest his upper body on the futon while his perfectly toned ass is pointed directly at me.  I step forward taking in the gorgeous round and tight buns that are just waiting for me to show them some appreciation.  I come to kneel behind him, placing my hands on his lower back, fighting the urge to run them over his ass cheeks to give them a good squeeze.

“I’m sorry.” Barney blurts out but because his face is buried in the mattress, I can barely hear it.  I lean forward, sliding my hands over his hips and up his incredibly muscled back, trying to keep my own pesky dick from coming to attention and reaching out to touch his ass.

“Barney, it’s okay.  I’m okay.  We just need to set some boundaries, maybe.  And I should have said something before I started to tease you like that.”  I move my hand to stroke his head and end up playing with his soft black strands before I run my nails over his scalp and down to his neck.  He hums in appreciation, relaxing a bit against the mattress.  I tug on his hair to get his attention and turn his head so I can at least hear him better.

He sighs, adjusting his position so he can see my face.  “You can punish me.  It’s only fair since I lost control and hurt you like that.”  His face is so serious that I suppress an indignant laugh.

“Well, I don’t consider myself that small but I doubt you would choke on it.  And besides, it should be enjoyable, for both of us, don’t you agree?” I lean down an place a light kiss on his shoulder before straightening and pushing myself up to my feet.  I turn and walk away without further discussion.

I’m perplexed about my behavior around Barney.  I’m used to one night stands or weekend sex-a-thons with people I hook up with regularly but Barney has me acting like some loving boyfriend in just one night and we didn’t really have hard core sex.  I know I need to distance myself from him.  Maybe hook up with one of the other guards or group members or even a maid or two.  At least that behavior would let Barney know that I’m not boyfriend material.

As I’m lost in my own thoughts, debating weather I should just let this thing with Barney run its course, I have already started the shower.  I stand with the shower door open, steam billowing out, fogging up the room, when I feel those big warm hands on my shoulders and hot breath on my neck.  I almost give in and let Barney guide me down the road of pleasure I’m sure he is wanting to take, but I shake my head and pull away.

His hands stay on my shoulders for a second before slowly pulling away.  I turn around and smile sweetly.  “Barney, I really need to shower and eat and I’m sure you should be somewhere other than in my shower right now.  It’s not that I don’t want to get lost finding all those sensitive spots with you, I just think the timing isn’t as good now as it was last night.”  I drop my head and pat his chest as I turn and step into the shower, sliding the door closed behind me.

I don’t turn around and start my shower routine.  I only realize that Barney has left the room when I hear the shoji click shut.  I sigh and drop my head again, trying to let the hot steam clear my mind while concentrating on the water running down my back, over my ass and between my legs, gently caressing my balls…. “Oh My Fucking…… Just Stop!” I shout out to myself, cringing when the loud echo bounces around the room.

I have had my horny spells in the past.  Where just the fabric of my boxers rubbing rhythmically as I did my morning run would cause the most painful boners of my existence.  It was like some sort of animalistic rut that would last several days until I could hook up with a few partners and just get it out of my system.