SLEEPING NAKED WITH FRIENDS
THE EVENT
I don't know why I agreed to do it. I'd never slept naked with anyone, much less another boy. But ever since showering next to him at basketball tryouts my first week of college, one of my teammates had been after me to do it with him. I said no, of course, and tried to make a joke out of it, but he continued to pressure me until finally, mostly just to shut him up, I said I might. That only made things worse.
"Don't worry," Lance kept saying, I'm not gay or anything like that. Most guys our age mess around with each other at least until they get regular girlfriends. Everyone knows it, but it's part of the code not to talk about it. I did it a lot in high school, just for the experience."
Yeah, sure, I'd think to myself as he talked. I know what you want to experience, if that's what you want to call it. That'd been obvious since we first met. As soon as I came out of my shorts, and then my jock, his eyes dropped to my groin, lingering there even after I'd covered myself with my hand from embarrassment. From then on, all he ever talked about was the size of my meat, as he called it, and our sleeping together naked.
Reactions like his were nothing new to me. Even as a kid, my dick and balls always looked swollen and aroused, creating a huge bulge which showed in almost anything I had on. Known as the guy with the big dick, I took a lot of teasing in those days, but as I became a teenager, it gave me a certain status I enjoyed. Guys were always eyeing it, swaying out heavily from between my thighs in the locker room or wadded out in the badly stretched old jocks I made it a habit of wearing.
I admit I enjoyed showing off my huge endowment. I'd even had coaches check it out, as well as guys on the street or in public restrooms. Teasing some of these guys could be fun, but most of them wanted more than just to look. That could become a problem if I let it go too far. I was pretty sure Lance fell in that group. The way he'd look at it reminded me of the look in their eyes.
I'd had to stop wrestling with him. Everything a little too available in those uniforms, he couldn't keep his hands from between my legs. He was always squeezing and feeling around on my groin. He'd say it was an accident, but I didn't believe him.
Mostly I ignored it, but he was becoming too obvious. Every time we were naked together, about every day during basketball season, He'd eventually have to cover himself with his towel to hide the effect it always had on him. In a way I was sort of amused by it, but others were beginning to notice too.
I tried to talk to him about it, but it always came back to our sleeping naked together as a solution. He claimed he had some kind of overwhelming curiosity he couldn't handle, insisting we at least give that a try.
I didn't know what to say. I just kept putting him off until one Friday night, his parents out of town for the weekend, I went over to his house to watch a game on their big screen television. That proved to be a mistake.
We stayed up late, long after the game ended, drinking beer and even sharing part of a joint he had. I guess I'd kept dozing off because at one point, he suggested I call my folks and tell them I was going to spend the night at his place. His argument was that if I went home in that condition, it would only cause a row.
"No, I'm all right," I managed to say, sitting up on the sofa. "I'm just a little tired." But as I tried to stand, I fell back on the sofa. Lance laughed.
"Sure, you're all right," he pointed out, handing me the cell phone. "Go ahead and call before it gets too late. You know you can't go home like that. Besides, this is a perfect time to do it." I looked up at him, his face seeming to sway before my eyes.
I knew what he meant. What else did he talk about wanting all the time? Still, he was right. I couldn't go home like I was then. I knew I could not handle my parents, but I thought I could handle him. I had so far.
Hesitating at first, I finally took the phone from him and, calling my parents, told them I was going to sleep over with Lance. Then turning off the cell phone, I leaned back against the sofa and looked at him, suddenly feeling uneasy about what I was about to do.
"Look," I exclaimed defensively. "I know what you're thinking. Yes, I'm going to spend the night with you, but don't expect too much. It's not exactly going to be the way you want it. I'm just warning you. That's all I'm going to say." Lance looked up at me, obviously suppressing a smile.
"Sure. I know. I know," he replied. "Don't worry. It's up to you."
Later, as we sat together, watching the late show, all I could think about was lying next to this guy in the same bed, maybe naked and mostly asleep. I didn't know exactly what he'd try to do, but I was pretty sure he'd want to feel my dick, and probably my balls too. It'd be easy enough for him to do whatever he wanted while I was asleep.
I didn't think I'd mind so much if he felt them maybe once, but not over and over all night. Then I wondered what I'd do if my dick got hard while he was feeling it. That I would not like. It excited him enough just looking at it soft. He'd freak out over it hard, and no telling what he'd do. The closer the time came for bed, the closer I came to calling the whole thing off.
Getting tired of hinting we get in bed, Lance went ahead of me. I put it off going as long as I could, but when I did, I kept on my socks and underwear. Still, as soon as I stretched out next to him, I felt his body, clearly naked, pressing up against mine as he leaned across me to turn out the bed lamp I intended to leave on.
"Come on," he exclaimed, his hand going straight for my groin. "Take off that underwear. We both have to be naked. I am, but I guess you can tell."
I didn't respond, but yes, I could feel his smooth, warm body and swollen dick dragging against my thigh as I squirmed, pulling out from under the weight of his body. He was clearly turned on by the skin on skin sensation.
"Oh yeah," he exclaimed in a low, almost creepy voice. "That feels good, but if you want to get the most out of rubbing naked bodies, you'll have to get naked too."
"Look, I don't want anything," I replied, "except for you to shut up and go to sleep."
We lay silent next to each other for quite awhile after that. I'd begun to think he'd gone to sleep. Then I sensed the weight of his hand against my lower stomach, his fingers moving over the bulge in my Jockey shorts, gathering its fullness up inside his hand, squeezing it repeatedly through the thin cotton.
Immediately my body stiffened from the strange, new sensation of being fondled in the dark by another guy. In a way it felt kind of exciting, certainly different. Although I'd expected something like this to happen, my first reaction was to push his hand away, but I decided to pretend to sleep, thinking if I let him satisfy his curiosity, we'd both just go to sleep. I was fooling myself.
Lying there in the darkness, allowing him to grope and feel my genitals through my underwear, I listened to the sound of his breathing become more and more labored as he repeatedly caressed the hugely swelling bulge through my shorts. Forcing myself to take it, trying not to move, I dug my fingers into the mattress beneath me, trying to cope with the sensation of his messing with stuff no one but me ever had before.
After several moments of this, he paused. I thought perhaps he'd had enough. But then I felt his hand sliding inside my shorts, lightly grasping the velvet soft head of my dick, squeezing its sensitive mushroom repeatedly as he tried to work it out of my underwear. That I couldn't allow.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?" I blurted out, pushing against him, his hand closing tightly around my dick. "No, that's going too far. We're not wrestling now, and that's no accident." Laughing nervously, Lance paused, easing his grip.
"Accident? Why no. This is what we're supposed to do," he replied. "We both have to feel each other's body in the dark to get started. That gets pretty exciting. You'll see."
"Yeah, well, you've felt that part of my body long enough," I shot back, trying to get my dick free. "Come on. That's enough. Let go. All you're doing now's just making it get hard, and that's too much."
"Yeah, I know, but that's what I want . . . to see how big it'll get," he exclaimed openly, pulling the elastic waistband down under my heavy ball sack, lifting my whole endowment in order to make it more available. "What's wrong with that?"
I laid back, amazed at his boldness and wondering what I should do. It did feel pretty good. My dick was almost hard. I thought maybe if I let him get it hard, that'd be the end of it. But the longer I let him try, the bigger it got and the more excited he became, groaning with excitement and becoming very emotional.
"Oh, man," he cried out, "What a handful you are! Jeez! I've never felt anything like this before. You got the biggest dick I've ever had my hands on. Oh, man! You don't know how good this feels . . . at last. I've wanted this for so long."
I was amazed, speechless. I remember thinking this guy might say he's not gay, but he sure acts like it, not only playing with my balls and dick like some kind of pervert, but even bragging about how much he's enjoying doing it. My whole body cringed, but by that time he almost had my underwear off and my dick hugely swollen and hard.
"Okay, Okay, that's enough. Stop it!" I exclaimed, shoving him off me in the attempt to get a deep breath. "Look, I told you not to expect too much. Remember? Well, this is too much. From now on, keep your hands to yourself or I'm out of here."
Turning away from him, pulling my stretched underwear up over my dick, I held it against my stomach. Then shaken and upset, my whole groin tingling and alive with sensation from being handled like that, I leaned against my elbow on the edge of the bed, trying to decide what was the best thing to do.
Neither of us spoke for a while. I was too rattled. No one had ever done anything like that to me before, and I was in no way prepared for it. It wasn't that it felt so bad, just different. I might have liked it under other circumstances. I don't know. I just hadn't expected him to act quite like this and be so open about it.
"What's wrong?" Lance asked, an excited frustration in his voice. "Why'd you make me stop? You seemed to be really liking it. I know your dick was. Did you see how big it was getting . . . huge and so hard the skin was stretched to the max."
I remained silent, not knowing what to say. Unsure how I felt about this, I closed my eyes, only the sound of our breathing filling the darkness. I wanted to think about it before I said or did anything I might regret. I knew what he wanted to do. I just didn't know if I wanted to let him. I needed to think, but his persistence made that impossible.
"Man, your dick's really big," he exclaimed, over and over, rapidly becoming more agitated to get his hands on it again. "It feels even thicker and heavier than it looks. And your balls . . . they're huge, but so firm and smooth. I love how they feel in my hand, especially both of them at the same time. I'd like to suck them both in my mouth at the same time, but I don't think there'd be much chance of that."
My body cringed at the thought of him sucking on my balls. Uncomfortable hearing him talk like that, I tried to get up, but the dead weight of his body held me immobile on the bed. I wished he'd shut up. I could probably have handled what he was doing, but not while he kept talking about it!
"You know you liked it," he taunted, his hand probing under mine, trying to get once more over my still swollen dick. "Come on. It's not fair to let me have it just long enough to get all excited and then take it away. You don't really have to cum . . . but if you wanted to, I guess you could cum in my hand. I'd like that."
"Oh, shut up!" I snapped back. "Yeah, I bet you'd like that. Well, you can forget it. That's not going to happen. You've done all you're going to do."
"Aw," he persisted as I tried to get out of the bed. "I was only kidding, at least about the cuming part. I know this is all new to you. Look, let's just take it one thing at a time. We'll go slow and stop anytime you want to. Wouldn't that be okay?"
"Look," I replied sharply, "I've already let you do what you've been wanting to ever since you first met me. You've had your hands all over me down there. That's more than enough. Be satisfied with that, and if you know what's good for you, you'll keep it to yourself. I don't want any of this going around up at school."
"Sure, sure," he quickly replied. "I know that. When two friends sleep naked with each other, they've more or less taken an oath never to tell anyone else. I told you that before."
"Good. That's fine. Now, get off me," I replied. "I'll sleep on the sofa, and we'll forget anything ever happened. This'll be the end of it. Agreed?" Lance was silent a moment.
"Sure," he said, finally. "I guess we could do that, if that's what you want, but you realize that oath doesn't apply to tonight . . . at least so far. We haven't really slept naked together, have we? I mean, you're not entirely naked, and, well, nothing we've done so far has really been completed. Now has it? You keep making me stop."
I waited in silence, stunned, wondering if he meant what I thought he was saying.
"Look. Let's just stay here and relax for awhile. We've got the rest of the night," he suggested. "We'll see what happens before morning. I promise not to take advantage of you, but . . . well, it's really up to you whether all this stays just between us or not."
Neither of us spoke after that. He moved to his side of the bed, and I think we both did actually sleep for a while. Nevertheless, Lance never gave up. Over and over I woke up with him feeling me through my underwear. I'd either squirm away from him or turn over onto my stomach, but he'd keep trying.
Eventually I allowed him to hold my genitals loosely through my underwear, but pushed him away when he got too excited. Finally he gave up, or maybe I just went to sleep. Then, at some point, I woke up enough to feel him trying to slide my underwear off under my hips. I was groggy, but remember lifting my hips up, allowing him to slide them down over my legs. I don't know why I did that, but I soon realized it left me completely naked and available, just as he'd wanted.
Lying next to him, motionless and naked, I felt the cool top sheet fall slowly, cradling my exposed genitals, and suddenly feeling helplessly vulnerable. Leaning away from the warmth of his body, I tried to shield as much of my swollen meat as I could with my hand.
Lance also remained still, but only for a few minutes. Then moving his hand slowly over my lower body, he eventually coaxed it under my own, gradually isolating my dick from my balls as he slowly slid what foreskin there was back and forth over the head, causing it to thicken hugely.
I knew I should make him stop, and I intended to. But remembering what he'd said earlier, I realized I had to let him do something, or else risk having the guys at school find out about this. Then too, for some reason, allowing his warm, moist hand to fondle my dick head, stroking it gently and without force, seemed easier to take than before. In fact, I thought maybe I might even let him jack me off, if he pressed for it.
Eyes closed tightly, my head pressing against the pillow, my body slowly gave in to the sensation and soon I felt strangely content with what was happening. Except for the mounting pressure in my dick, the only other thing I felt was his face twisting inside my neck and sucking it hard, apparently deeply moved by the heavy seepage lubricating the head of my dick which had swollen hugely inside his hand.
"Oh, man," he murmured in a low, throaty voice, "I've wanted to do this ever since that first day in the locker room when I watched you pull off your jock for the first time. I knew I was going to see some huge meat. I'd imagined what it'd be like all that morning as I watched you at tryouts, your thin shorts bulging from the huge wad in your jock as you moved over the court. But then, when I actually saw it exposed and hanging free down from your groin, I gotta tell you. I felt weak.
Watching this thing swell and crawl out over the top of your jockstrap as it inched slowly toward freedom, I held my breath, fascinated how it fell heavily over the sides of your hand, twisting and turning as you pulled the straps down over your thighs. I thought I'd cum just watching.
I remember you stroked it out from your body and then let it fall back against those huge balls of yours as they swayed back and forth. Leaning closer, I could almost catch the scent of their warm, sweaty pungency. I thought it was the most beautiful sight I'd ever seen, and fancied you were displaying it just for me."
Stunned by his words, foolishly trying to pretend I didn't hear them, I remained silent, unable to believe the things he'd been saying and doing. By then my dick had begun to really tingle and ache, the head hugely swollen and incredibly sensitive. I knew I should make him stop, but couldn't. I had no choice but to let him do what he wanted, even make me cum, if that was what he decided. He knew that too.
Calmly continuing to squeeze and rub his fingers over the sensitive head, he encouraged beads of precum to ooze from its slit which he used methodically to lubricate his hand, stroking the painfully sensitive shaft firmly inside his grasp. Pressing my hands flat against the mattress, my fingers literally twisting the sheet, it took all the will power I could muster not to pull away, although he showed no signs of stopping until I'd cum inside his hand.
I could tell he clearly loved this. Sensing my distress only excited him more. Moaning audibly, making no effort to hide the deep pleasure he was taking, he stroked the velvet fullness of my genitals with a kind of reverent passion, kissing them as though they were precious treasures. Then suddenly the head of my dick began to thicken against his hand, aching painfully and about to burst with cum.
Neither of us spoke until I heard him suggest we get each other off. I didn't respond but, squirming around in a feeble attempt to get up, I suddenly felt him move my hand onto what I immediately realized was his own swollen dick, hard and even more slick with precum than mine.
Feeling its fat girth throb against the palm of my hand, my first impulse was to pull my hand away but, as I tried, he squeezed it tightly against his dick, moving both our hands slowly down the shaft and then up over the large, velvet soft head as it swelled against the sensation.
It was a strange feeling, I thought. I'd never felt another guy's dick before, or even touched one. It was bigger than it'd looked in the locker room, not as big as mine, of course, but it felt very different than feeling my own in my hand. Lance clearly liked my hand on his dick. He remained silent, but breathing very heavily.
"Ah, this is nice, isn't it," he said, softly, slowly stroking my dick as I stroked his. Just think, we could have been doing this all this time, if you hadn't put me off so long. But, after tonight, you'll be wanting this all the time. We can make up for this lost time."
I didn't respond but couldn't deny I did like the way this mutual masturbation was feeling. I just didn't want to talk about it. Doing it was enough. But he continued to talk, his strangely emotional voice penetrating the darkness.
"So many times I've imagined how the thick firmness of your dick would feel in my hand. If I tried hard enough, at times I could almost feel its swollen girth expanding against my lips as, my face pressed against your meat, I'd imagine inhaling its sweaty warmth until I could almost taste your warm cum leaking onto my tongue."
Stunned by his words, I felt the sensation of a moist pressure on the head of my dick, immediately realizing his lips were sliding almost imperceptibly over the tip of my dick, his tongue dabbing the sticky slit, teasing the warm emission onto the tip of his tongue.
I froze for a second but, near panic, suddenly felt the pressure of his full lips slide over the head of my dick, my body shaking uncontrollably as he sucked it deeper inside the moist warmth of his mouth slowly enveloping it.
Oh, man, I couldn't believe how good it felt. A sensation like nothing I'd ever felt before spread throughout my dick and into my groin. It was wonderful, incredible, yet more than I could take.
"No," I moaned weakly, pressing my hips back down into the mattress, trying with both hands to work his mouth off the painfully sensitive head of my dick. "No. Come on, stop," I exclaimed. "I'll cum, but not in your mouth . . . not that way."
He ignored me. Moving the moist warmth of his mouth even further down over my dick, sucking it firmly and with relentless pressure, over and over and over again as he moaned loudly, his tongue swirling around its thick girth, his body quivering with anticipation as he tasted his goal coming nearer and nearer.
Electrified by the incredible sensations, unable to control my body, I pulled my groin back from the sensation of his mouth, almost frightened by its energy. But Lance was relentless. Crying out in my confusion but making no sense, I pushed my head back into the pillow, twisting it from side to side as I tried to cope with the incredible rush of sensations which took over my body.
Within seconds, I'd forgotten everything else but this, as things started to happen very fast, the head of my dick flaring against the pressure of his mouth. Then suddenly, without warning, the slit in the head of my dick stung slightly and a long stream of thick sperm issued violently in long spurts from my groin into his hungry mouth.
Both of us responding audibly, my body jerking against his each time, I tried to stifle my own, but only excited him more, his hands desperately squeezing the cheeks of my ass as the following emissions of cum almost choked him, trying as he did to savor each one and take them down into his throat. His lips contracting so tightly against my thick, hard shaft, I thought at first he was gagging, but he was actually just overwhelmed by the sheer volume of cum which had flowed from my dick.
"Easy, easy," I blurted out, almost out of control. "Stop! That's enough, that's enough. The head of my dick's too sensitive for this."
Trying just to cope with these new and wonderful sensations, I dug my fingers deeply into his shoulder muscles, but he continued to sucking my dick, even as he was apparently shooting off himself. I guess into his hand.
Choking, his teeth painfully grazing my dick as he tried to suppress his coughing, Lance immediately pulled off my dick and quickly got out of bed, making his way to the bathroom.
Taking my hugely sensitive dick into my hand, I held it tightly against my stomach, listening to him coughing and gagging on my load. I couldn't believe what I'd let him do to me but, rolling over on my side, I wiped some evidence of it from my hand and saw even more on the sheet. Our cum was everywhere, and my exhausted dick, still hugely swollen, painfully tingling with incredible sensation.
Still in a fetal position when he came out, leaning against the foot of the bed, I stood up and, going into the bathroom, emptied my bladder into the commode. As I did, I felt him standing behind me, moving his hands around my stomach, one of them sliding down over my corpulent dick, still flushed and slick with his saliva and traces of my cum. Holding it silently as it continued to empty a steady yellow stream into the bowl, he fondled it gently, almost apologetically.
"Ah, man . . . that was great . . . wonderful. Sorry I messed up at the end," he exclaimed, breathlessly and in a low voice, his mouth pressed against my neck, nuzzling it almost nervously.
Turning away, the movement of my body slowly sliding my fat, but unresponsive dick from his grasp, I went over to the basin, washing my groin with soapy water as he watched.
"Man, you can sure cum a lot," I heard him say, gloating over his accomplishment. "But those huge balls are still hanging pretty low. We'll relax a while, and then I'll try for more. You'd like that. Wouldn't you? I think I've introduced you to something you're going to be wanting a lot more as time goes on."
I dried off in silence, a kind of sick feeling growing in the pit of my stomach. Eventually hearing him get back into bed, I took my clothes into the living room and, after dressing, laid on the sofa until it was light enough to go home. After that night . . . well, that's another story.
to be continued . . .
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