I can’t fucking sleep.
It’s this cursed fucking New York City apartment. No goddamn air conditioning, people going by all hours of the night, neighbors up playing Warhammer until 2 in the morning. It’s inhumane.
I roll over and check my clock. It’s 2:45 and I have online class at 8 AM. I shove my pillow over my head and groan into it.
I wish I was with my boyfriend. I spend the whole night thinking about him. He’s in his 40s and is a businessman doing something I haven’t quite figured out yet, but that means he has a nice apartment in a high-rise with AIR CONDITIONING! He’s asleep right now in his nice air conditioned apartment with a huge fridge and the island counters and the view of the Hudson river, and I could be with him if he wasn’t asleep.
Calling him comes to my mind about a hundred times throughout the night, but I don’t want to wake him up. I don’t want to rock that boat too much. We just made it official recently so I don’t want to do anything to fall out of his favor.
I don’t know – that’s probably my sweaty 2 AM brain thinking. He did tell me that I could call him whenever I wanted for whatever reason. He told me he loves me and he’s always available for me. That’s very sweet, but I don’t know if that applies to a middle-of-the-night call because I can’t sleep.
But after one final thump from my neighbor, I grab my phone and dial him up.
“Daddy?”
He speaks through a yawn. I definitely just woke him up. “Puppy?”
“Hi, daddy.”
“Hi, baby. Is everything okay?”
It sounds so stupid now that I’m saying it out loud. There’s no reason I should be waking him up in the middle of the night for this. He did say anything, though, and there is so much care in his voice. “I can’t sleep.”
He chuckles. “Aw, little puppy. Not at all?”
“Mm-mm.”
“It’s so late at night for a little doggy like you to be up.”
“I know. And I have class in the morning.”
“Online?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you come over? We can have a little snack, cuddle a little. Papa’ll get you all cozy and get you to sleep in no time. You can work at my desk in the morning.”
“Is that okay?”
“C’mon. You’re my little puppy. I gotta take care of you.”
I smile. “Okay. See you soon, daddy.”
“I love you, pup.”
“I love you too.”
It’s sort of like I’m going to a sleepover. Instead of being splayed out in my hot apartment in my sweaty boxers, I go put on a cute pair of briefs. I grab my pajama bottoms and hike them up to my knees and put a tank top on. I put my laptop and my headphones in my bag, grab my notebooks for school and my water bottle and my apartment keys.
The night time walk through the city is lovely. I listen to music and step in time with the drum beat. The air is warm but it isn’t thick like my south-facing apartment steaming in the sun all day.
After 14 blocks, I end up at his place. His doorman gives me a smile. “Xavier! Havin’ a good night?”
“Hey, hi.”
So that’s where our relationship is at. His doorman is insinuating things about me. I take the elevator up the 22 floors to his apartment and wait in front of his door with my bag in my hand.
He opens up the door and gives me a big smile. My big doggy daddy. He’s just in an open bathrobe and a pair of white briefs. My brain goes through a rush of thoughts – he’s so sexy, the air conditioning in here feels so good on my fur, he smells so fucking good, and I can’t wait to finally go the fuck to sleep. He envelops me right there in a hug, then closes with me still in my arms. I put my head in the crook of his neck and close my eyes. “Daddy.”
“I’m glad you’re here, baby.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Neither of us pull away for a good long while. I’d spend forever in his arms if I could, but he finally gives it up and steps back. His fur is all scruffy. He has a bit of a hard-on.
“Did I wake you up?” I ask.
“Don’t worry about it one bit, puppy. Are you snacky? There’s some leftover Pad Thai in the fridge if you want it, some chips. Help yourself.”
“Thank you, daddy. It’s okay.”
“You just wanna cuddle?”
“I do.”
“Good boy.”
He leads me back to his bedroom. I take a seat on his side of the bed where the sheets are all ruffled up. The bed is so so warm with his body heat. I yawn right there. Ozzy stands above me, his bulge practically in my face. He scratches my shin. I close my eyes and shift my head up so he can scratch me more.
“Good doggy,” he whispers. “Good good boy.”
I let out another little yawn. I sprawl myself out in bed, waiting for him to get on top of me. He just stands there with his arms crossed.
“Daddy?”
“Why are you wearing all that?”
“It’s cold.”
“It won’t be cold under the covers. Here, I’ll help you get all of that off. Stand up.”
I stand up and press myself into his stomach. He raises my arms and slips my tank top right off, then hooks his paws under the waistband of my pajamas. My erection presses right into his. His hot breath warms my face. He slips that off too and gives me a kiss on the forehead.
“There we go, puppy. Isn’t that better?”
“Can we cuddle, papa?”
“We can cuddle, baby. Here.”
He picks me up like I weigh nothing and drops me onto his warm side of the bed, then pulls the sheets up nice and high. He climbs over me and gets in on the other side. He wraps his arms around my chest and pulls me right into him. He tucks his tail between my legs. If I thought I was being enveloped by him before, I really knew nothing. He’s bigger enough that my head is tucked under his and his paws are past mine. He lets out a big yawn in my ear and puts his paw on my chest, then one leg over mine. He basically pins me into the bed. I don’t mind in the slightest, especially with the feeling of his cock pressed right up against my butt, two thin layers of fabric in between.
“There you go. Are you feeling sleepy?”
I nod.
“Good boy. You’re a sleepy little puppy, aren’t you? So sleepy.” He yawns again. His spell might be working more on himself than on me. “What a good little doggy.”
He adjusts himself one final time, presses his erection into me, and I think falls asleep right there. His breath deepens within seconds right in my ear, making me shiver a little.
Of course I can’t sleep with his erection pressing into my butt and my cock pressed into the bed. Even though he’s so warm and so soft, it might actually be harder to fall asleep here than to fall asleep back home. I try to clear my brain and think about something sleepy, but there’s nothing sleepier than cuddling in my bed with my sleeping boyfriend.
I whimper a little just to see if he’s awake. He gives nothing. I shake my tail a little, then a little more.
“Daddy?” I finally ask.
“Mmmm,” he grumbles into my ear. “Baby?”
“I still can’t sleep.”
He chuckles. “Puppy, Daddy has work in the morning. You have school.”
“I know.” I bite my lip. “I just can’t…”
He rubs my belly a little. “Okay, baby.”
He rolls over onto me, pinning me completely down into the bed. I can breathe just fine but with all of his weight on me, there’s no way I could get out if I tried. It’s not even like he’s pinning my arms or legs down, it’s just his weight completely distributed on mine. His dick presses right against my asshole. I let out a big whimper at that, close my eyes, and breathe.
Ozzy moves his upper body off of me but keeps his paw on my shoulder, pressing me down into the bed and assuring me he’s still there. I can’t see what he grabs off his bedside table, but he quickly lowers my briefs and rubs lube against my bare butthole. It’s only a second later I feel the thick tip of his penis pressed right against it, this time with nothing in between.
“This’ll get you sleepy, puppy,” he whispers in my ear as he pushes himself into me.
He is so so thick but he’s also trained me well. With basically no preparation, he pushes his cock as far as he can into me and it feels amazing. A tiny bit of pressure at first that quickly gives way to pure pleasure. I let out a nice moan into his pillow and he holds my paw.
“You’re taking it like a champ, puppy,” he says so groggily he’s probably only half awake right now. I wouldn’t be surprised if he told me tomorrow morning he had a really detailed sex dream right after we fell asleep. “Good boy.”
He slowly slides his cock in and out of me. It isn’t much more than a slow rock of his hips that makes me crazy. I grip the pillowcase and focus on breathing as he buries himself deep inside of me. “Daddy…” I moan. “Daddy…”
“Good puppy,” he whispers. And it’s the last thing he says before he’s out. “I love you, baby.”
I think he’s just really trying to lay it on thick, really trying to make me go insane. I yelp and whine and moan and beg for him to cum inside of me before I realize that he actually fell asleep right on top of me, his dick still stuffed right inside of me. The sexy thoughts I was having before about not being able to escape him quickly become reality. I try wiggling out but there’s no use — I’m pinned to him by his dick anyway. I could wake him up but that would be so mean after all of this. I want my daddy to sleep well.
One of the risks of having an older boyfriend, I suppose.
I feel his dick soften inside of me and eventually pop out, slipping down to my balls. Lube drips out of me. He snores right on me.
Sleepiness comes easy like this. He’s like a weighted blanket, so warm and so nice. He softly breathes onto my neck. When there’s nothing else I can do, no more struggle I can put up, it makes it easier. Nothing to do but sleep.
Sleep finds me quickly. My last thoughts before I nod off are about Ozzy. “I love you so much,” I find myself thinking. “I love you, daddy.”