I opened my eyes and sat up.In the shadows, I saw a figure move.I jumped up and reached for the gun under my pillow.My heart raced as the shadow rushe... at me.*BANG!*The gunshot echoed and the feathers in my pillow flew all over the place.I had been pounced upon and I tangled with my assailant.The gun was knocked out of my hand and flew off the bed.I glanced to the side and realised the point of entry into my room, as the door that leads to the balcony of my bedroom was open. The moonlight shone. It wasn't my fault, but here I lay. Naked.It was morning and I had been this way all night. I was beyond being cramped. I was numb. I was cold. I was lonely. I was hard.Even through this, I still woke up with a morning pee hard-on.The pressure was indeed intolerable. I could not reach the buzzer. I began to think they had done that on purpose. What choice did I have?I released the hold I had placed on my bladder, and at first nothing happened. Eventually, I could feel the passage way opening. If he hasn’t got a problem then there’s no harm done.I grip him tight.“Christ, you’ve got a strong grip.”Nope, can’t do it.“I know,” I say.There’s a long pause.“Oh,” he says.“Do you still want me?”There’s another long pause. His cock pulses in my hand.“More than I’ve ever wanted anything,” he says.I lift my pony tail and slide myself onto him before I realise I haven’t put the condom on. I ought to stop, but the feeling of raw cock inside me is divine. He is broader than the Stable Boy, but not. His legs were like twice the size of mine. He was wearing boxer briefs inside and he had a hard-on, very visible from the briefs.I slowly removed his dick from the briefs but didn’t remove it completely. He was uncut and definitely looked bigger than 7 inches. Both the shaft and the head were dark-skinned, thick like a Pepsi tin can and he had a little hair.I asked him to sit down while I got in between his legs on my knees. I was giving it a handjob slowly, slow because I was still looking at.