This is actually my first adult fan fiction. A handful of grammatical mistakes and dry language, I'm sorry; but it was still fun. There needed to be more Heavy adult fan fiction, and there certainly needed to be more (Heavy/Anyone except Medic). So this is my response to that. I hope you enjoy it! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It's been seven years since I first met him, when I first saw him at my local diner gorging down on a breakfast sandwich at six in the morning. Now we're living together, sharing almost everything imaginable. We've remembered each other's patterns and lived within each other's company without any serious problems. We're both happy, but sometimes I get the impression that I'm just not good enough for him, and that he deserves so much better. It was five in the late afternoon, the usual curfew for Heavy unless he tells me otherwise. I was in the bathroom when he had opened and closed the door, you could hear him looking for me. "I am home," Heavy shouted, "where are you?" "I'm in the bathroom," I exclaimed, "trying to fight that burrito I had this afternoon!" "O.K., I will be in our room!" Heavy said while he made off with a chuckle. A rush of excitement ran through my body: he's home! I cleaned myself up, making sure I used soap on ALL areas. Left the bathroom and joined him in our room. Our room was pretty small, you could say it holds a maximum of eight people; there was a bed off to the side with a desk placed opposite of that side. The bed was twin sized, not ideal for two people, especially not ideal for Heavy alone with his stature, but of course we didn't mind--in fact, we thought the less space the better! When I walked through the door of our room, a breeze of his "after-work" musk greeted me. I didn't mind, I adore his natural smell. There he was, sitting slouched on the bed with two pillows behind his back reading a book whilst wearing his reading glasses-- Heavy likes to relax and unwind before hitting the showers after a day's work of killing countless men on the battle field. His vest neatly folded, socks and gloves tossed in a laundry basket, and bandolier hung on the hat rack. Whenever I walked into a room that Heavy was in, he would look at me while he would spark a smile and continue with whatever he was doing until I was the first to look away. As I approached him I lay slouched similar to his position but lay my back on the right side of his chest. He quickly reacts by removing his right hand from his book and entangles me closer to him with his right hand now on my right hip. I ask, as usual: "How was work?" "Da, I killed many little men," he quickly responds, "but team did not know how to defend, we lost." "How come you didn't defend?" I said in a joking manner, "SEE, it's all your fault, Heavy!" "Nyet, team was filled with baby scouts with tiny guns. Then why you not defend the point!?" Heavy said continuing the joking trend. "'Cause I'm just a tiny, baby scout" "Nooo," Heavy said with a giggle, "anyway, what were you doing while I was working?" I paused for a while, turned to face him while his eyes were still glued to the book and said: "...waiting for you..." Heavy's head slowly turned towards me while he glared at me with a concerned look on his face. He then smiled, closed and put away the book with his left hand without breaking eye contact and grabbed me with both hands to kiss me. His lips soft and tender, tongue slimy and passive; kissing me was easily one of Heavy's favorite activities, it could last anywhere from seconds to hours. With my eyes closed I wasn't sure what was going on besides the fact that I was making out with Heavy. The next thing I knew he was on top of me, prolonging the kiss, not wanting to stop. Might sound dangerous with varying body structure, Heavy was completely larger than I was, he CAN crush me. But it wasn't until two months into this relationship with Heavy that I figured out something about him: my safety was always his top priority. My safety was always the majority on his mind whenever we engaged in activities like this, it took precedence over his desire for pleasure as well! He loved me so much that I meant the world to him-- often times this got me thinking that he deserved far better than me. Even though Heavy's a professional killer who's possibly the most lethal person I know, when it comes to safety, Heavy's the person I trust the most-- one of the reasons why I'm crazy about him! The kissing lasted almost 10 minutes, my legs were wrapped around his waist while my arms were around his neck. His left hand was on my head, rubbing my cranium with his fingers, his right hand holding up my left thigh. When we finally disconnected our lips, he stared at me, eyes narrow, slight smile and said in his calmest tone: "I am sorry for keeping you, I tried to come home early." I could also tell what Heavy wanted by looking right into his eyes-- this time, I knew exactly what he wanted. He slowly removed my shirt and worked his way down, making sure not to leave any aspect of my torso untouched. Up until he reached the area of my crotch. I wore a thin layer of shorts, making it obvious that I was ready for this. He removed my shorts and observed my throbbing cock, grabbed it with three fingers and massaged it before he started. Heavy constantly enjoyed my reactions to his sexual behavior, always looking at me to make sure what he was doing was something that I enjoyed. (Actually, he didn't know that I enjoyed all things sexual that he did to me) When he put his mouth on my cock, a sudden shake went through my entire body, the feeling was so pleasurable that I could ejaculate at any moment-- that was just him putting my cock in his mouth. When he started sucking, in and out of his giant mouth, his tongue entwining with my cock, I squirmed to prevent myself from ejaculating too early. Honestly, sex with Heavy was a competition to see who could go the longest without ejaculating-- it was extremely difficult for me. I let out moans like a fire alarm. If it hadn't stopped him, if I hadn't given any sign to discontinue, Heavy would've sucked my cock for hours. But this time was different, he stopped until it was wet enough. At that moment I realized he still had his clothes on, I told him: "Heavy! Take your clothes off, it's getting toasty in here! While I was still laying on the bed, he stood up to remove his attire; first his shirt, then revealed his extremely muscular and stout build-- if someone were to see him now, fat would be the last thing they describe him with, sexy would be first. The sweat on his body made his entire upper body glisten under the room light. Then, when he unbuttoned his pants, his erect, Russian sausage came shooting out, desperate for exposure. Heavy and I both giggled and he joined me on the bed soon after. Instead of continuing what he was doing before he removed his clothes, he rubbed my cock to see if it was slippery enough, then he got into a position in which both of his knees were on the bed, with my waist in between and my penis head at the door of his anus. Heavy didn't look away, our eyes were locked on to each other. He lowered his body, and with each inch of my penis entering his anus, he gave a moan that further contributed to my pleasure. As soon I was all the way in, I grabbed onto Heavy's arms while he was holding me down to prevent from an early ejaculation. The sensation of my cock transferring from a cold environment to an extremely hot, clenching hole rose my pleasure levels indefinitely. I looked at Heavy while he was huffing for air, he always wanted to make sure that I was ALL the way in, so he applied more downward force. By then, I was squirming like a squid, I tried my best to keep myself from ejaculating; Heavy noticed and tilted forward to kiss me. I darted up to grab him with a tight grip on his back, almost to the point where I was scratching him. We held that position for two minutes until I wasn't at the peak of ejaculating. When I stopped to lay back down, Heavy asks: "Better?" As he smirks and continues to hold me down, one hand on my chest. He starts to add motion, he starts slow, moving his body up and then down. He grunts and groans when my cock gets further in, but moans when my cock gets further out. I remember telling myself once that I was surprised to find out that this big man had a really tight anus. The friction of his anal walls rubbing against my cock only assures me a few seconds before I ejaculate. "Wait, Heavy, stop," I tell him, "I don't want you doing all the work, you should just relax, get on your back." "Ha!" Heavy laughed, "you just want control." "Yes, and you were going to make me cum at any moment; quit being too sexy, Heavy!" "Sadly, I cannot; it is in my nature." We both giggle while he obeys my commands; he's on his back with his legs up in the air while I hold them. He keeps this expression on his face that resembles a cute school girl while his hands were behind his head. I inserted my cock into his anus without using hands and observed the look on his face while doing so: his face pinched to the center between his eyes while he bites his lip. Usually when people experience this kind of moment they close their eyes, but Heavy doesn't; his eyes are always on me. I'd always assume when someone's closing their eyes during a moment like this they are thinking of someone else. Gives me the impression that Heavy's always concentrated on me, pleasure levels: boosted. We proceed for another 20 seconds of me constantly thrusting at a normal rate, my balls colliding with his bottom, the sound of skin banging on each other. My intention was to go as long as possible, but I reached a point of no return. I quickly let go of Heavy's legs and threw myself to a kiss, my arms wrapped around his neck, penis all the way in. Then came the ejaculation which lasted six seconds, during the duration I had smashed my lips onto Heavy's as we kiss while we both breathe with intensity through our noses. I lose all control and feel drained, my mouth still in contact with Heavy's but not kissing, we breathe heavily through each other's mouths as we lie there for several seconds. When I regained control, Heavy and I stared at each other with eyes slant and a tired expression, still not moving from the position. Heavy then gives me a look that tells me "that was great." I smile back and slowly lifted myself off of Heavy, then I slowly exited my still erect cock from his anus and watched my semen gush out. He gets a finger full of my semen from his anus and licks it. "Mmmmm, you were fantastic," Heavy says as he sucks every last drop of my semen that he gathered with his finger. He tries to get up but I placed my hand on his chest to stop his movement, he looks at me with concern until I say: "We're far from done, Heavy." We both look at his cock, which is erect, throbbing, and rock-hard. In fact, I remember it being an inch smaller when we started. We both looked back at each other and I gave him an expression that said "it's your turn." I massage his cock, knowing that it may nearly be four times bigger than my own penis. I didn't hesitate, to me, teasing was a waste of time, so I sucked on it the moment I finished stroking his cock. His penis, with a generous amount of pre-cum leaking from his tip, tasted savory-- I was a sucker for anything that taste savory, so sucking Heavy's cock was more than enjoyable to me. His penis, of course, was too big for my mouth, but I tried to fit in as much as possible. I could hear Heavy moaning with pleasure as I continue to suck his thick meat. As soon as I started to gag on his penis, the sensation was too much for him, I could tell he was about to cum by the noises he gave out. I kept my mouth on his cock as he ejaculated, he moaned like an animal while he gasped for air, when he finished I looked up at him and swallowed a whole mouth full of his semen. "Woo," I said with a quick breath, "that was delicious; but we're still not done, I want more." Of course Heavy still had more, that couldn't possibly be it. So I climbed onto his large body, similar to the way he put my cock inside his anus, except my knees barely touched the bed. I still managed the position though, I suspected the left over semen from me blowing him would serve as a lubricant, I guided his still throbbing cock next to my anus. Whenever It was my turn to be bottom, Heavy would be more than worried and would always have a concerned look on his face when we go at it. He knew it was too big for me and that it would be excruciating pain, but I loved it. He grabbed my hand before I started, as it went in, each centimeter into my anus I would squeeze his hand tighter. As soon as his cock was all the way in my anus, I cried out a large groan. Heavy quickly reacted and asked in complete worry: "Are you O.K.? We should stop!" "NO!" I yelled, "I love it; please, allow me to keep going!" Heavy quickly stood up, placed me in his arms, and moved to a position in which he was sitting up on the edge of the bed, with me sitting on his lap and his cock still in my anus. This was my favorite position, as he cradled me in his arms, it was a feeling of warmth from both the outside and inside. My head against his beefy chest, my rock hard cock against his tummy, my arms gripping his back, this was when I felt the most safe. As Heavy waits for me to catch my breath, he keeps this position without movement for several moments. When I looked up at him, I gave him the signal to continue; he placed his hands on my bottom and slowly engages in an up and down motion. The pain was nothing but pleasurable to me, I could feel the veins on his thick meat sliding up and down the walls of my anus. Heavy maintained this slow motion, making sure he didn't accelerate because he knows what I enjoy the most. I made the most noise, but occasionally I would hear him moaning and the sound of squishing-- all of which made me feel more excited. He was at his limit, he quickly turned my head to kiss me while he was all the way in my anus, but once he began ejaculating he wasn't able to continue kissing me. He looked up roaring at the ceiling two seconds after he began to ejaculate. I could feel my anus flooding with fluid, to the point where some of his semen blasted out of my anus while his cock was still inside of me. Several seconds later he was done, he brought his head back down to lay it over my shoulder. He was beyond exhausted. I turned my head where his ear was right next to my mouth. "You were fantastic," I whispered into his ear. "Are you O.K.?" Heavy said while he gasped for air. "Never felt better, but I think we should skip dinner, hit the showers, and get to bed; I'm pretty exhausted." "Da, I agree." Heavy adds while laughing to the point of being out of breath too soon, "hold on to me." He then stands up, with his cock still in my anus, holds my bottom with one hand while I wrap my hand around his neck. He carries me to the bathroom where we both take a shower, cleaning each other's bodies. We then head back into our room where we clean up to get ready for bed: wash the floor, replace the bed sheets, etc.. As I'm the first one on the bed, already under the blanket, I comment: "We should do this tomorrow! Aha!" "Heh heh," Heavy chuckled, "but next time let me finish chapter, first." "Well, you were the one that started it! I just simply said I missed you and awaited your return!" I said in a funny tone. "This is true, you remind me how much I want you inside me." Heavy said while he joins me under the blanket slouched on his back, puts on his reading glasses, and flips to where he left off on his book. We're both still naked, but I place myself on top of Heavy, my head on his chest, my legs entangled with his, and my arms trying to meet each other behind his lower back. Heavy places his right hand on my back while he holds the book with his left. "Good night, Heavy; I love you," I say after I get comfortable, "don't sleep too late." "I will sleep, soon," Heavy responds while he rubs my back, "I love you, too." With a dim reading light still on, I slept for about 30 minutes, but awoke to Heavy closing his book and preparing to sleep. I react by turning over and placing myself right next to him, facing the opposite direction where my back was to him. When he turned off his reading light, he lie next to me, but he placed his hand on my chest and pulled me towards him. His somewhat hard penis in between the cheeks of my rump, his left hand holding my stomach, his chest pressed against my back, and his head was an inch away from mine. He kissed me on the cheek and slept. Cradled in Heavy's arms, I felt warm and safe. How was it that the most lethal man would also be the most romantic and passionate? I was overcome by the exhaustion, I slept with ease.
Good job, mate! Could use some more spacing, it looks a bit dense, but the writing is fantastic!
I'm glad you enjoyed it, Anonymous 2! The lack of spacing startled me, too; don't worry, won't be a problem to add it in. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It's been seven years since I first met him, when I first saw him at my local diner gorging down on a breakfast sandwich at six in the morning. Now we're living together, sharing almost everything imaginable. We've remembered each other's patterns and lived within each other's company without any serious problems. We're both happy, but sometimes I get the impression that I'm just not good enough for him, and that he deserves so much better. It was five in the late afternoon, the usual curfew for Heavy unless he tells me otherwise. I was in the bathroom when he had opened and closed the door, you could hear him looking for me. "I am home," Heavy shouted, "where are you?" "I'm in the bathroom," I exclaimed, "trying to fight that burrito I had this afternoon!" "O.K., I will be in our room!" Heavy said while he made off with a chuckle. A rush of excitement ran through my body: he's home! I cleaned myself up, making sure I used soap on ALL areas. Left the bathroom and joined him in our room. Our room was pretty small, you could say it holds a maximum of eight people; there was a bed off to the side with a desk placed opposite of that side. The bed was twin sized, not ideal for two people, especially not ideal for Heavy alone with his stature, but of course we didn't mind--in fact, we thought the less space the better! When I walked through the door of our room, a breeze of his "after-work" musk greeted me. I didn't mind, I adore his natural smell. There he was, sitting slouched on the bed with two pillows behind his back reading a book whilst wearing his reading glasses-- Heavy likes to relax and unwind before hitting the showers after a day's work of killing countless men on the battle field. His vest neatly folded, socks and gloves tossed in a laundry basket, and bandolier hung on the hat rack. Whenever I walked into a room that Heavy was in, he would look at me while he would spark a smile and continue with whatever he was doing until I was the first to look away. As I approached him I lay slouched similar to his position but lay my back on the right side of his chest. He quickly reacts by removing his right hand from his book and entangles me closer to him with his right hand now on my right hip. I ask, as usual: "How was work?" "Da, I killed many little men," he quickly responds, "but team did not know how to defend, we lost." "How come you didn't defend?" I said in a joking manner, "SEE, it's all your fault, Heavy!" "Nyet, team was filled with baby scouts with tiny guns. Then why you not defend the point!?" Heavy said continuing the joking trend. "'Cause I'm just a tiny, baby scout" "Nooo," Heavy said with a giggle, "anyway, what were you doing while I was working?" I paused for a while, turned to face him while his eyes were still glued to the book and said: "...waiting for you..." Heavy's head slowly turned towards me while he glared at me with a concerned look on his face. He then smiled, closed and put away the book with his left hand without breaking eye contact and grabbed me with both hands to kiss me. His lips soft and tender, tongue slimy and passive; kissing me was easily one of Heavy's favorite activities, it could last anywhere from seconds to hours. With my eyes closed I wasn't sure what was going on besides the fact that I was making out with Heavy. The next thing I knew he was on top of me, prolonging the kiss, not wanting to stop. Might sound dangerous with varying body structure, Heavy was completely larger than I was, he CAN crush me. But it wasn't until two months into this relationship with Heavy that I figured out something about him: my safety was always his top priority. My safety was always the majority on his mind whenever we engaged in activities like this, it took precedence over his desire for pleasure as well! He loved me so much that I meant the world to him-- often times this got me thinking that he deserved far better than me. Even though Heavy's a professional killer who's possibly the most lethal person I know, when it comes to safety, Heavy's the person I trust the most-- one of the reasons why I'm crazy about him! The kissing lasted almost 10 minutes, my legs were wrapped around his waist while my arms were around his neck. His left hand was on my head, rubbing my cranium with his fingers, his right hand holding up my left thigh. When we finally disconnected our lips, he stared at me, eyes narrow, slight smile and said in his calmest tone: "I am sorry for keeping you, I tried to come home early." I could also tell what Heavy wanted by looking right into his eyes-- this time, I knew exactly what he wanted. He slowly removed my shirt and worked his way down, making sure not to leave any aspect of my torso untouched. Up until he reached the area of my crotch. I wore a thin layer of shorts, making it obvious that I was ready for this. He removed my shorts and observed my throbbing cock, grabbed it with three fingers and massaged it before he started. Heavy constantly enjoyed my reactions to his sexual behavior, always looking at me to make sure what he was doing was something that I enjoyed. (Actually, he didn't know that I enjoyed all things sexual that he did to me) When he put his mouth on my cock, a sudden shake went through my entire body, the feeling was so pleasurable that I could ejaculate at any moment-- that was just him putting my cock in his mouth. When he started sucking, in and out of his giant mouth, his tongue entwining with my cock, I squirmed to prevent myself from ejaculating too early. Honestly, sex with Heavy was a competition to see who could go the longest without ejaculating-- it was extremely difficult for me. I let out moans like a fire alarm. If it hadn't stopped him, if I hadn't given any sign to discontinue, Heavy would've sucked my cock for hours. But this time was different, he stopped until it was wet enough. At that moment I realized he still had his clothes on, I told him: "Heavy! Take your clothes off, it's getting toasty in here! While I was still laying on the bed, he stood up to remove his attire; first his shirt, then revealed his extremely muscular, stout build-- if someone were to see him now, fat would be the last thing they describe him with, sexy would be first. The sweat on his body made his entire upper body glisten under the room light. Then, when he unbuttoned his pants, his erect, Russian sausage came shooting out, desperate for exposure. Heavy and I both giggled and he joined me on the bed soon after. Instead of continuing what he was doing before he removed his clothes, he rubbed my cock to see if it was slippery enough, then he got into a position in which both of his knees were on the bed, with my waist in between and my penis head at the door of his anus. Heavy didn't look away, our eyes were locked on to each other. He lowered his body, and with each inch of my penis entering his anus, he gave a moan that further contributed to my pleasure. As soon I was all the way in, I grabbed onto Heavy's arms while he was holding me down to prevent from an early ejaculation. The sensation of my cock transferring from a cold environment to an extremely hot, clenching hole rose my pleasure levels indefinitely. I looked at Heavy while he was huffing for air, he always wanted to make sure that I was ALL the way in, so he applied more downward force. By then, I was squirming like a squid, I tried my best to keep myself from ejaculating; Heavy noticed and tilted forward to kiss me. I darted up to grab him with a tight grip on his back, almost to the point where I was scratching him. We held that position for two minutes until I wasn't at the peak of ejaculating. When I stopped to lay back down, Heavy asks: "Better?" As he smirks and continues to hold me down, one hand on my chest. He starts to add motion, he starts slow, moving his body up and then down. He grunts and groans when my cock gets further in, but moans when my cock gets further out. I remember telling myself once that I was surprised to find out that this big man had a really tight anus. The friction of his anal walls rubbing against my cock only assures me a few seconds before I ejaculate. "Wait, Heavy, stop," I tell him, "I don't want you doing all the work, you should just relax, get on your back." "Ha!" Heavy laughed, "you just want control." "Yes, and you were going to make me cum at any moment; quit being too sexy, Heavy!" "Sadly, I cannot; it is in my nature." We both giggle while he obeys my commands; he's on his back with his legs up in the air while I hold them. He keeps this expression on his face that resembles a cute school girl while his hands were behind his head. I inserted my cock into his anus without using hands and observed the look on his face while doing so: his face pinched to the center between his eyes while he bites his lip. Usually when people experience this kind of moment they close their eyes, but Heavy doesn't; his eyes are always on me. I'd always assume when someone's closing their eyes during a moment like this they are thinking of someone else. Gives me the impression that Heavy's always concentrated on me, pleasure levels: boosted. We proceed for another 20 seconds of me constantly thrusting at a normal rate, my balls colliding with his bottom, the sound of skin banging on each other. My intention was to go as long as possible, but I reached a point of no return. I quickly let go of Heavy's legs and threw myself to a kiss, my arms wrapped around his neck, penis all the way in. Then came the ejaculation which lasted six seconds, during the duration I had smashed my lips onto Heavy's as we kiss while we both breathe with intensity through our noses. I lose all control and feel drained, my mouth still in contact with Heavy's but not kissing, we breathe heavily through each other's mouths as we lie there for several seconds. When I regained control, Heavy and I stared at each other with eyes slant and a tired expression, still not moving from the position. Heavy then gives me a look that tells me "that was great." I smile back and slowly lift myself off of Heavy, then I slowly exited my still erect cock from his anus and watched my semen gush out. He gets a finger full of my semen from his anus and licks it. "Mmmmm, you were fantastic," Heavy says as he sucks every last drop of my semen that he gathered with his finger. He tries to get up but I placed my hand on his chest to stop his movement, he looks at me with concern until I say: "We're far from done, Heavy." We both look at his cock, which is erect, throbbing, and rock-hard. In fact, I remember it being an inch smaller when we started. We both looked back at each other and I gave him an expression that said "it's your turn." I massage his cock, knowing that it may nearly be four times bigger than my own penis. I didn't hesitate, to me, teasing was a waste of time, so I sucked on it the moment I finished stroking his cock. His penis, with a generous amount of pre-cum leaking from his tip, tasted savory-- I was a sucker for anything that taste savory, so sucking Heavy's cock was more than enjoyable to me. His penis, of course, was too big for my mouth, but I tried to fit in as much as possible. I could hear Heavy moaning with pleasure as I continue to suck his thick meat. As soon as I started to gag on his penis, the sensation was too much for him, I could tell he was about to cum by the noises he gave out. I kept my mouth on his cock as he ejaculated, he moaned like an animal while he gasped for air, when he finished I looked up at him and swallowed a whole mouth full of his semen. "Woo," I said with a quick breath, "that was delicious; but we're still not done, I want more." Of course Heavy still had more, that couldn't possibly be it. So I climbed onto his large body, similar to the way he put my cock inside his anus, except my knees barely touched the bed. I still managed the position though, I suspected the left over semen from me blowing him would serve as a lubricant, I guided his still throbbing cock next to my anus. Whenever It was my turn to be bottom, Heavy would be more than worried and would always have a concerned look on his face when go at it. He knew it was too big for me and that it would be excruciating pain, but I loved it. He grabbed my hand before I started, as It went in, each centimeter into my anus I would squeeze his hand tighter. As soon as his cock was all the way in my anus, I cried out a large groan. Heavy quickly reacted and asked in complete worry: "Are you O.K.? We should stop!" "NO!" I yelled, "I love it; please, allow me to keep going!" Heavy quickly stood up, placed me in his arms, and moved to a position in which we was sitting up on the edge of the bed, with me sitting on his lap with his cock still in my anus. This was my favorite position, as he cradled me in his arms, I was feeling warmth from both the outside and inside. My head against his beefy chest, my rock hard cock against his tummy, my arms gripping his back, this was when I felt the most safe. As Heavy waits for me to catch my breath, he keeps this position without movement for several moments. When I looked up at him, I gave him the signal to continue; he placed his hands on my bottom and slowly engages in an up and down motion. The pain was nothing but pleasurable to me, I could feel the veins on his thick meat sliding up and down the walls of my anus. Heavy maintained this slow motion, making sure he didn't accelerate because he knows what I enjoy the most. I made the most noise, but occasionally I would hear him moaning and the sound of squishing-- all of which made me feel more excited. He was at his limit, he quickly turned my head to kiss me while he was all the way in my anus, but once he began ejaculating he wasn't able to continue kissing me. He looked up roaring at the ceiling two seconds after he began to ejaculate. I could feel my anus flooding with fluid, to the point where some of his semen blasted out of my anus while his cock was still inside of me. Several seconds later he was done, he brought his head back down to lay it over my shoulder. He was beyond exhausted. I turned my head where his ear was right next to my mouth. "You were fantastic," I whispered into his ear. "Are you O.K.?" Heavy said while he gasped for air. "Never felt better, but I think we should skip dinner, hit the showers, and get to bed; I'm pretty exhausted." "Da, I agree." Heavy adds while laughing to the point of being out of breath too soon, "hold on to me." He then stands up, with his cock still in my anus, holds my bottom with one hand while I wrap my hand around his neck. He carries me to the bathroom where we both take a shower, cleaning each other's bodies. We then head back into our room where we clean up to get ready for bed: wash the floor, replace the bed sheets, etc.. As I'm the first one on the bed, already under the blanket, I comment: "We should do this tomorrow! Aha!" "Heh heh," Heavy chuckled, "but next time let me finish chapter, first." "Well, you were the one that started it! I just simply said I missed you and awaited your return!" I said in a with a funny tone. "This is true, you remind me how much I want you inside me." Heavy said while he joins me under the blanket slouched on his back, puts on his reading glasses, and flips to where he left off on his book. We're both still naked, but I place myself on top of Heavy, my head on his chest, my legs entangled with his, and my arms trying to meet each other behind his lower back. Heavy places his right hand on my back while he holds the book with his left. "Good night, Heavy; I love you," I say after I get comfortable, "don't sleep too late." "I will sleep, soon," Heavy responds while he rubs my back, "I love you, too." With a dim reading light still on, I slept for about 30 minutes, but awoke to Heavy closing his book and preparing to sleep. I react by turning over and placing myself right next to him, facing the opposite direction where my back was to him. When he turned off his reading light, he lie next to me, but he placed his hand on my chest and pulled me towards him. His somewhat hard penis in between the cheeks of my rump, his left hand holding my stomach, his chest pressed against my back, and his head was an inch away from mine. He kissed me on the cheek and slept. Cradled in Heavy's arms, I felt warm and safe. How was it that the most lethal man would also be the most romantic and passionate? I was overcome by the exhaustion, I slept with ease.