Date: Wed, 19 Dec 2007 11:02:47 -0500
From: rbrown001@cox.net
Subject: Sleeping Naked with Friends

     I don't know why I agreed to do it. I'd never slept naked with anyone,
much less another boy. But ever since we met at basketball tryouts that
first week of college, one of my teammates had been after me to do it with
him. I said no, of course, but he continued to pressure me until finally,
mostly to shut him up, I said I might.  That made it worse.

     "I'm not gay or anything," Lance kept saying. "But I did it with some
guys last year in high school and discovered a lot about myself. It's just
part of growing up, exploring stuff with guys you can trust. Just think of
it as an experiment."

     Yeah, sure, I'd think to myself as he talked, what you're really
interested in has been obvious since the first time we showered together.
His eyes had immediately dropped to my crotch and lingered over the swollen
fullness he discovered there. From then on, he openly courted my
friendship, constantly talking about the size of my meat, as he called it,
and our sleeping naked together.

     It's true I'm pretty well endowed. Have you ever seen one of those
dicks that always looks heavy and swollen, especially pumped and flushed
just after practice or a game? Well, I've got one, so I'm used to being
gawked at. It doesn't bother me. I'm proud of what I've got.

      Usually showing it off is fun, but not with Lance. The way he looks
at it's just different.  It's like he wants it somehow, more than just to
look. Sometimes it really made me uncomfortable.

     Whether I was naked, in jeans, shorts, or whatever, his eyes were
constantly in my crotch, and lately his hands too. He'd use any excuse he
could to touch it. I'd had to stop wrestling with him. He'd squeeze and
feel around on my groin every chance he got, especially when I was unable
to do anything about it.

     This was becoming a source of frustration, actually for both of us.
Every time we were naked together, about every day during basketball
season, his eyes would linger around my crotch until he'd have to cover his
own with his towel to hide the effect it always had on him.

     I'll admit I teased him when we first met. He'd drool over my amazing
bulge, as he called it, wadded out in my jeans or just hanging loose
between my legs. I'd sometimes let him get away with accidentally feeling
it when we were horsing around, or pressing up against it when the shower
was especially crowded. I'd pretty much ignore it, but the other guys were
also beginning to notice.

     I tried to talk to him about it, but it always came back to my
sleeping naked with him and increasing the pressure for me to do it. Then,
late one evening, his parents out of town, he suggested it was a good time
for me to stay all night with him. We'd been watching television and
drinking beer at his house, and I couldn't go home like that anyway. I
thought about it and reluctantly agreed to do it, but only for that one
time. He agreed with no argument.

     As we sat alone the rest of the evening watching television, all I
could think about was lying naked next to him the rest of the night in the
same bed. I didn't know exactly what he'd want to do, but I suspected some
time during the night, probably when I was asleep, he'd try to feel of my
dick.

     I didn't know if I'd mind that so much if he only felt of it once, but
not over and over all night. Still, both of us being naked and all, I was
giving him a lot of opportunity to do a lot more. I didn't like that. In
fact, the closer the time came to going through with it, and the more I
thought about it, the closer I came to calling the whole thing off.

     Eventually he went on to bed ahead of me. I put it off as long as I
could and, when I did finally get into bed, I kept on my socks and
underwear. I'd decided to back out on the naked part, but as soon as I
stretched out next to him, I felt his body pressing against mine,
apparently nude, as he laid over me to turn out the light I'd intended to
leave on.

     "You aren't naked," he exclaimed, clearly disappointed. "You agreed
we'd both be. Come on, I don't have on anything, but I guess you can tell."

     I didn't respond, but yes, I could feel his dick, conspicuously hard
and swollen, dragging against my stomach as I squirmed, pulling out from
under the weight of his body.

     "Oh, yeah," he exclaimed immediately, "that feels good. Don't stop."

     "Shut up, you jerk," I replied, forcing a laugh. "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, which was fine with me. Then, just as I
was about to doze off, I sensed his hand on my lower stomach, his fingers
creeping slowly over the sizeable bulge in my Jockey shorts, gathering its
heavy fullness up inside his hand, squeezing it repeatedly through the thin
cotton material.

     Immediately my body stiffened from the strange, new sensation. My
first impulse was to push his hand away but, expecting something like this
to happen, I decided to pretend to sleep, forcing myself to put up with it,
thinking it wouldn't take long for him to satisfy his curiosity and then
we'd both go to sleep. But I was fooling myself.

     Lying there in the darkness, allowing him to continue to fondle my
meat through my underwear, I listened to the sound of his breathing become
more and more labored as he caressed and fondled my dick and balls more and
more openly, my fingers digging into the mattress beneath me as I tried not
to move or pull away from the mounting sensations of his feeling my aroused
meat as no one ever had before.

     After several moments of this, he paused.  I thought he was giving
up. But then I felt his hand sliding inside the leg of my shorts and,
grasping the swollen head of my dick, squeeze its sensitive mushroom
several times and then start to pull it out the leg of my underwear.

     "Hey. What are you doing?" I blurted out, pushing him away as his hand
closed tightly around my swollen dick, holding it firmly. "No, cut that
out. We're not wrestling now." Laughing nervously, Lance paused, loosening
his grip on my dick.

     "But this is part of what we planned," he replied. "I just want to
feel of it a little. There's no harm in that, is there?"

     "Yeah, well, and now you have," I shot back, "so that's enough. You're
just getting it all hard and swollen."

      "But that's what I want. I just want to see how big and hard it can
get.  Come on," he urged, pulling the front of my underwear over my meat,
"Just once. Okay?"

     Maybe, I thought, if I let him feel actually feel directly, he'd be
satisfied with that, and this would end of it for the night. But I was
wrong again. The longer he fondled my then flaccid dick and heavy balls,
rolling the loose scrotum around my cock and stroking both inside his hand,
the more audibly excited he became, openly confessing what a handful it was
and how good it was to actually feel it, at last.

     I was amazed, speechless. I remember thinking he might say he's not
gay, but he sure is acting like it. No, this I couldn't take any longer.
He'd just about had my underwear off and openly enjoying playing with my
dick and my balls as if they were his own. This had to stop. Forcing his
hands gently but firmly off my groin, I turned away from him, managing to
pull my stretched shorts up over my then quite swollen meat.

     Shaken and upset, my whole groin alive and tingling with sensation
from being handled like he was, I leaned against my elbow on the edge of
the bed, trying to decide what 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 didn't feel all bad. I admit that, but different, that's for
sure. I might have even liked it under other conditions. I don't know.
Maybe. I just wasn't used to anyone actually handling me like that.

     I remembered once during a sports physical, one doctor did actually
hold my dick out of the way as he felt up under my balls for a hernia.
While he was doing that, I felt his hand move slowly over the length of my
dick, eventually making it swell. I looked at the ceiling as it did it, but
did look down as he motioned me to move on to the next station. He looked
at my dick as it slid slowly from his grasp, squeezing its thickness as it
did. I remember thinking how good that had felt, not at first, but after
I'd gotten used to.

     "What's wrong?" Lance asked, an excited eagerness in his voice. "Why'd
you make me stop? I thought you liked it. You were acting like you did."

     I remained silent, not knowing what to say. Unsure how I felt about
all this, I closed my eyes, exhaling loudly, 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
do it. Letting him feel of me like that was weird, at least at first. I
needed to think, but his persistence made that impossible.

     "Man, your meat is really big," he said slowly. "Your dick's a
handful. It feels even thicker and heavier than it looks. And your balls
. . . oh, man, they're huge, but so firm and smooth.  I couldn't get both
of them in my hand at the same time."

     Uncomfortable hearing him talk like that, I tried to get up, the dead
weight of his body holding me immobile on my back. If he'd just shut up and
satisfy his curiosity, I thought to myself, it wouldn't be so bad, but why
does he have to talk about it.

    "Come on," he taunted me softly, "you know you liked it too. Your dick
was swelling the whole time I felt it. Come on. Let me get it up really
big. It's not fair to let me go just get it started and then make me back
off. You don't have to cum or anything like that, but if you want to, you
could cum in my hand. I'd like that."

     "Yeah, I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" I snapped back out of
sheer frustration. "Well, forget it. It's not going to happen."

      "Aw, come on," he persisted. "I was only kidding."

     "Look," I replied sharply, "I've already let you do what you've been
wanting to ever since you first met me. That's enough. Be satisfied with
that, and keep it to yourself.  Now, go to sleep and forget it happened."

     Neither of us spoke after that.

     I think we did sleep, at least for a while, but he never stopped
trying to get something started again. Several times I woke up with him
feeling me again through my shorts. I'd squirm away from him, but he'd keep
going back again and again to the irresistibly tempting bulge in my shorts.
     A few times, I think because I was half asleep, I allowed him to hold
the fullness of my crotch inside his hand, not pushing it away unless he
got too excited. Then, at one point during the night, I felt my underwear
sliding under my hips and surprised myself by actually lifting my lower
body.

     Allowing him to slide them down over my legs and leave me at last
completely naked, as he'd wanted, I lay motionless, feeling the cool top
sheet fall slowly, cradling against our naked bodies.

     Lying next to him, totally naked, I suddenly felt very exposed and
vulnerable, my groin open and available to him. Leaning away from the
warmth of his body, I covered my bulging and conspicuous meat as much as
possible with my hand. I lingered on the verge of sleep for I don't know
how long, waiting.

     Lance too remained still but, unable to control himself, slowly coaxed
my hand from my dick as he slid his own down over it, cautiously feeling
its warm, smooth surface which responded rapidly to his touch. His
breathing becoming more labored, Lance was obviously loving it, but so did
my dick, swelling rapidly inside his hand.

     I knew I should make him stop, and I intended to. But allowing him to
take it up inside his warm, moist hand and fondle it, this time gently and
without force, I actually let him stroke it slowly up to an enormous size.

     Eyes closed tightly, my head pressing against the pillow, my body
slowly gave into the sensation and soon I felt strangely content with the
sensation. Except for the mounting sensations in my hugely swelling dick,
the only other thing I felt was his face twisting inside my neck and
against my shoulder, apparently from the sheer pleasure he took from at
last handling my dick with no restraint.

     "Oh, man, I've wanted to do this for so long," he murmured in a low,
throaty voice, "since that day in the locker room when I watched you
pulling 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 in the flesh, I
couldn't believe it.

     Watching that huge dick swell out over the top of the strap as it
inched slowly down over it, I held my breath as it fell heavily over the
sides of your hand, twisting and turning in its freedom as you pulled the
sock strap down over your thighs. Then, as it thickened before my eyes,
inching closer to the floor, 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.

     I could almost smell its warm, sweaty pungency wafting up into my
nostrils, painfully baiting my desire until I knew I had to have it, at
least once."

     Stunned by his words, foolishly trying to pretend I didn't hear them,
but not knowing what else to do, I remained silent, shaking my head, unable
to believe the things he'd been saying and doing.

     "Come on," he said softly. "Will you let me have it now, really have
it, just this once?"

     My dick by then had swollen so much I couldn't cover all of it,
although I tried, trying to take control of it.  He could tell I was close
to cuming and was taking advantage of that, rubbing his fingers over the
sensitive head and squeezing it in his hand, encouraging traces of precum
to ooze from its slit, which he smoothed around over the tender surface,
pulling on it firmly as it jerked involuntarily inside his grasp.

     It did feel good, too good. Gradually closing my eyes, my head sinking
into the pillow, I allowed him to go further and further with his hands
until he was not only in control of my cock, but fondling my balls as well,
smoothing his fingers up under the heavy sack and lightly touching my ass
hole which, to my amazement was incredibly sensitive..

     I kept telling myself I'd just let him go a little further. I'd make
him stop soon. That was my plan, but I think I was fooling myself.

     For a while, I was really comfortable with what he was doing. He
calmed down a lot, at least at first, and while his increasingly erotic
fondling of my genitals was causing my body to twist and jerk from the
extraordinary sensations, I was accepting it. Still, there was something in
his manner that bothered me.

     The strange and disquieting urgency with which he was beginning to
squeeze and grope my meat was hard to accept. Some strong emotions were
mounting inside him, intensifying the more my cock thickened and grew
inside his hand. But what bothered me more was the low humming sound in his
throat which grew louder, betraying the peculiar depth of pleasure he was
deriving just from handling these intimate areas of my body.

     I tried to cope with it, but it was becoming impossible. Every time he
stroked my cock full length, squeezing and milking the hugely swollen head,
my lower body would shake visibly, twisting against his in a kind of
wonderful agony.

     I knew I had to make him stop, and soon. At any moment, I could shoot
cum all over the place and, although I didn't want to do that, I didn't
want him to stop either, at least not completely.

     Pressing my hands flat against the mattress, my fingers literally
digging into the sheet, I allowed him to do things to me no one had ever
done before until my cock swelled hugely out from my body, tingling
incredibly. It took all the will power I could muster not to pull away. I
wondered how much longer I could take this, but I knew he had no intention
of stopping.

     He was clearly loving it. Sensing my distress seemed to only excite
him more. Moaning audibly, making no effort to hide the deep pleasure he
was taking, he stroked the velvet fullness of my cock and balls against his
neck and cheeks with a kind of reverent passion, as though they were
precious treasures. Suddenly the head of my cock began to ache, bursting to
cum.

     "Wait!" I panicked, pulling away from him. "That's enough. You'd
better stop. That's enough."

     After that, neither of us spoke. Closing my eyes, I tried to relax
against the mattress, pressing my hands tightly against my genitals,
allowing the urge to cum to subside. Then I heard Lance's voice in the
darkness. It seemed warm and flushed with emotion.

     "Your balls are huge and swollen with cum. Mine are too. We both need
to cum. Let's get each other off.  What do you say?"

     I didn't respond but, squirming around in an attempt to sit 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 it throbbing 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 and moved both our hands slowly up and down the shaft as it swelled
against the sensation.

     At first I held it lightly but, as he moved his hand away, I felt mine
close more tightly around the thickened shaft, actually squeezing its
firmness against my palm and, in time, stroking its length against my
fingers. It was a strange feeling, I thought, but curiously exciting. I'd
never touched anyone else's dick before, hard or soft, and was surprised
how different it felt than holding my own.

     Lance remained silent, but breathing very heavily. He clearly liked
what I was doing. I wasn't sure yet how I felt about holding his dick but,
moving its velvet smoothness against my fingers, I was amazed how much
bigger it felt than it had looked in the locker room. It felt much smaller
than mine, of course, but getting thicker all the time. The way it swelled
against my fingers and responded to their pressure was actually kind of
neat.

     "This is nice, isn't it," he said, softly, slowly stroking my cock as
his warm body cradled against mine. "I could do this all night and still
not get enough of it. How about you?"

     I didn't respond but, yes, it did feel good. I just didn't want to
think about it, and I sure didn't want to talk about it. Doing it was
enough. I could feel his badly swollen dick throb against my hand. Leaking
heavily, his dick slid easily against my palm as he spoke in a throaty,
strangely emotional voice.

     "So many nights alone I've done this to myself, pretending it was the
soft fullness of your dick in my hand. Lately, I've even begun to dream I
could feel the swollen weight of your huge dick expanding against my lips
as I pressed my face you're your groin, inhaling its sweaty warmth until
I'd almost feel your hot cum oozing from your body onto my tongue."

     Stunned by his words, my body stiffened, and I felt a strange wetness
and firm pressure grip the tip of the head of my dick.
     Suddenly I realized his lips were closed almost imperceptibly over the
tip of my cock, his tongue dabbing the sticky slit, teasing the oozing
emission onto the tip of his tongue. I froze for a second.

     "Now," he whispered, "I can taste it."

     Then near panic as I felt his lips close firmly around the head of my
cock, my body began to shake as he sucked it tightly inside the warmth of
his mouth. The sensation spread throughout my dick like nothing I'd ever
felt before, from the head and down through the shaft and out into my
groin. It was wonderful, incredible, yet more than I could take.

      Pressing my hips against the mattress, I forced his sucking mouth
slowly off the extremely sensitive head of my dick, by then swollen to an
enormous size.

     "No, don't do that," I moaned weakly, trying to prevent his eager
mouth from once again sliding over my still tingling dick. "No, that's
enough."

     "Wait, wait," he argued, his heavy body leaning against mine, holding
me on my back. "It's okay. It's okay," he pleaded, once more stroking my
dick with his hand. "Go ahead and cum. You know you want to."

     My body doubled up from the sharp, almost painful sensation of his
slick and relentless fingers relentlessly moving around the tender, slick
head of my cock. Lance laughed nervously, stroking my dick with obvious
pleasure.

    "Yeah," he said softly, "You like this. You like this lot . . . you're
really leaking heavily into my hand."

     Wanting badly to release my load, I held his hand steady on my
impossibly sensitive and swollen dick, forcing him to stop stroking it as I
tried desperately not to cum, but I think he knew he was about to get his
way.

     "I knew you liked this," he whispered, almost inaudibly in my
ear. Then, his body quivering with anticipation, a low humming sound rising
from deep from within his throat, he moved his lips nervously against my
dick.

     "I want so bad to suck this thing. Please let me."

      Not waiting for a response, Lance pulled my groin up into his face,
his mouth sliding over the tip of my cock, gathering the beads of precum
spilled over the head. Closing my eyes, I felt a relentless pressure
sucking the head t deeper and deeper inside his warm mouth, his tongue
swirling around its tender flesh.

     Electrified by the incredible sensations, I pulled my lower body back
from the sensation of his mouth, almost frightened by its energy. But
unwilling to give up what he was so close to having, Lance held my dick
firmly between his lips, moving his tongue hungrily around its girth as I
felt my dick being drawn irresistibly deeper and deeper inside the
wonderful sensation of his relentless sucking.

     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. I remember thinking
I'd never felt anything as wonderful this. Within seconds, I'd forgotten
everything else but this as things started to happen very fast.

     Taking as much of my cock as he could in his mouth, Lance sucked it
slowly and with incredible pressure, moaning audibly with steadily mounting
exhilaration as he felt my cock thicken and flare against the sides of his
mouth. Then suddenly, too soon and without warning, I felt the slit in the
head of my cock sting slightly and, a split second later, I felt a huge
load of thick, warm sperm issue forcefully in long spurts into the
unyielding suction of his mouth.

     Responding audibly myself, my body jerking against his each time a
lesser amount of thick cum spurt from my groin, I tried to stifle my
reaction, Lance's hands gripping the cheeks of my ass tightly as more
emissions seemed to issue in continued slow, almost choking him at times.

     In his excitement, Lance thrust his mouth so far down my shaft I felt
it push against the back of his throat and slightly beyond. His lips
contracting tightly against my thick shaft, I thought at first he was
gagging, but he was actually swallowing the amazing amount of cum I
ejaculated.

     Trying to cope with these new and wonderful sensations, my fingers dug
deeply into his shoulders, but he continued assaulting my dick.
     "Easy, easy," I managed to blurt out.  "That's enough."

     Choking slightly, Lance gagged, allowing me to take my exhausted dick
into my hand. I said nothing, lying back on the bed as he got up and went
into the bathroom. I couldn't believe what we'd done, certainly more than
I'd ever expected to.  But I was holding the evidence of it in my hand.

     After that night . . .  Well, that's another story.


			    Robert Brown, 2007
			    rbrown001us@cox.net