I woke up early; Charlie's bedroom let in a lot more light than my own. The other guys were fast asleep. My sleeping bag was still damp in spots from last night's excitement, and the room had that smell that I would eventually associate with cum. It was such a turn-on to be sharing a "bed" with Peter.
I woke up with a hard-on, and the surroundings made it rage even more. I immediately got curious whether Peter might be experiencing a hard-on in his sleep also. I had to take a look. He was on his side, with his back toward me, so I had to sit up and lift the blanket to get a clear view. I was disappointed that he did not. I was still sleepy, so I dozed back asleep, waking up periodically to check out Peter's state of arousal (no pun intended).
Finally I woke up, and couldn't go back to sleep. Peter was on his back, but nothing was happening down below. I wanted to touch him, but I was afraid to. Looking back it seems sort of weird that after having sex the night before, that I was reluctant to touch his body in the morning. Keep in mind that he was a senior, and I was a freshman. In the pecking order of things, he was in charge. He was much bigger than I was, and if he didn't like me touching him, he could hurt me.
I pulled the covers down slowly so that I could at least admire his body. His hairy armpits and furry chest really turned me on. Eventually I got the courage to lightly touch his chest. I began gliding my arm across his chest down to his stomach. He was not moving at all, so I got my courage up and pulled the blanket down to his knees. I leaned over him so that my nose was touching the cloth of his boxers. His boxers were twisted so that even though his fly was still unbuttoned, it was not open exposing anything. I pressed my nose slightly where his soft dick and balls were. I had to get that fly open!
Finally I got the nerve to slowly pull on his fly sideways to open it up. My hand was shaking because I was so nervous, and it was too tightly twisted for me to make much progress, so I was getting very frustrated. I tried nudging him in a way that wasn't very obvious, but he wouldn't budge. So I determined to wait a bit.
At that point I thought of checking out Charlie. He was up in his bed, so I had to get up in order to see him. He was facing up, and through the sheet I could tell that he did have a modest erection. I began slowly pulling on the sheets to uncover him without waking him. Finally I succeeded, and I realized that he had not bothered putting his shorts back on; he was naked. I kneeled by the bed, and leaned over so that my face was right next to his cock. I stuck my tongue out and poked at it. It was very hard, so I began licking the head of his cock to get him more aroused. I managed to get him fully erect without waking him. Charlie was a snorer, so it was easy to tell when he was waking up. I played with his dick for a while with my tongue, but I didn't want to wake him up.
I got sort of cramped from my leaning position, so I got up, and stretched. When I looked down, I discovered that Peter had rolled slightly toward my empty side of the sleeping bag. I quickly returned to my bad, scooting my self down so that my head was level with his waste. His dick was now flopped over so that it pulled his fly apart. It was like an open window for me.His flywas loose enough so that I managed to slide the edge of it around his dick and balls. He was now totally hanging out! I took my own shorts off, pulled myself back up to my normal position, and covered us with the blanket. Peter's leg was bent at the waste so that it protruded into my side, so I was able to stradle his leg with mine so that my hard dick was touching his and his pubic hair. I was slowly rubbing his crotch with my dick by moving my hips.
I felt like I could cum all over him any minute. I wanted to do something with my arms. I got so horny, that I just threw caution to the wind, and I wrapped my arms around him, rolled him onto his back, and just started humping him with my dick moving back and forth from his balls to his mass of pubic hair. He immediately woke up, and he began to try to wrestle his way out from under me. This was even better, and I hung on tighter and punped faster. Eventually he realized what was going on, and his dick got hard. He relaxed and let me have my fun. Eventually we both came, and then we started kissing each other. We didn't make much noise, and Charlie never even woke up.
For some reason, Peter stood up, went over to Charlie's bed, and rubbed Charlie's hand across his chest where it was wet from our cum. I followed him and realized that I had left him uncovered. He still had his hard-on, so I sat down on his bed and began gently stroking his dick. As he got harder, I pumped him faster. Soon, his snoring sputtered and he woke up. He started sqirming as I was jacking him off, and he started licking to cum off of Peter's chest. He eventually began working on Peter's dick with his mouth. Peter was spent, so that wasn't very successful.
It was about this time, that Charlie's Dad walked in on us. It was probably to most horrible moment of my life. I had the worst feeling in the pit of my stomach. His father stood there stunned. Eventually he looked Charlie in the eye and said, "Son, get dressed and come out to my workshop. You other boys had better gather your things and get on home." Then his father closed the door.
Nobody said a word. We all did exactly what his father said. Peter gave me a ride home. Peter was angry and nervous saying, "He better not tell my fucking Dad!" I asked him whether he thought that Charlie's Dad would do that, and Peter just kept repeating, "He better not tell my fucking Dad."
When I got home, I went in prepared for the worst, but it was obvious that they had gotten no phone call. I was worried and depressed for several days, but nothing ever came of it. Charlie was never the same again. He was withdrawn, and he wouldn't have anything to do with us. We cornered him and asked him about what his father was going to do, and he told us that his dad would never tell anybody because he was so ashamed. Charlie got a lot more serious with his girlfriend, and it was clear that we wouldn't be having anymore fun together--at least not anytime soon.