Subject: SLEEPING OVER (gay)
From: an1662@anon.penet.fi
Date: 6 Mar 93 09:50:56 GMT

			      "Sleeping Over"
				by 976-SMUT

I had stayed overnight at Dave's old house, but since his room was small,
I had to sleep in the guest room. His parents would go to bed early and
we would also, because it was a school night. Now that summer was here,
we could stay up late. Dave's new room was off of the basement, far away
from everyone. The stairs were even on the far side of the house. He had
his own TV and phone too! As I think back on it, he had it made for a kid
at the time.

After dinner, I helped him unload his boxes. Each one had his name on it
and were piled in the hall and the rec room. We got pretty far along 
putting stuff away when we decided to go to bed. I was really tired and
although the idea of staying up late was fun, I just wanted to get to bed.

I went into the bathroom first and brushed my teeth. I got into my pajamas
and put on a clean t-shirt. I was pretty embarrassed in my youth and tried
not to be seen naked often. Dave was more outgoing. When I came out from
his turn in the bathroom, he was in his underwear. I was already in bed
and he slipped in next to me and turned off the light.

We talked about his new house, school and some of the things that we were
planning to do that summer. I guess that I dozed off, because I am not
quite sure what woke me up. I laid there, listening, but the only sound I
heard was Dave's breathing. I felt a little funny, but it was hard to
figure out why. As I lay there, I began to understand what had woken me.

As I was starting to doze off again, I noticed that Dave had turned over,
mumbling something incoherently. As he turned over, his arm came down
lightly over my stomach. I was about to turn over onto my back to force
his arm to fall elsewhere, when he started mumbling and started to
move again. I guessed that he would be uncomfortable and just move his
arm back, but found that his hand was now near my crotch. I was beginning
to wake up more now. I was starting to get a little hard was feeling
somewhat uncomfortable. His hand was slowly moving closer to my crotch and
I wasn't quite sure what to do. I was beginning to feel really neat. I had
goose bumps all over as his hand touched my dick. He let his hand stay there
for a few seconds. I wasn't sure if he was awake or not, but wouldn't know
what to say if I had to speak. I also could have turned over, but was in
such a strange condition, I didn't. I liked the feeling and guess I wanted
it to continue.

After a few more seconds, Dave's fingers slowly started lightly rubbing
up and down across bulge in my pajamas. I knew by now that he was probably
awake and was wondering what he was up to. I had never masterbated before and
had never known that rubbing myself could feel quite this way. Especially
when someone else was doing it for me.

My dick would occasionally get stuck in the folds of the pj's but
would then move a little more and it would free itself. Finally, the head
was starting to stick out from the fly of the pajamas. Dave was still lightly
running his fingers over my dick. His hand was brushing over the top
of my dick now and it felt so good, that I was getting really aroused.

I had started to breathe heavier to make it sound like I too was asleep.
Dave stopped touching me and turned towards me. After waiting a few seconds
to see if I was still asleep, he slowly pulled my dick out from the fly
in front of my pajamas. It was now as hard as it was going to get and
I felt like I was in heaven. I tried not to breathe too heavily and give
myself away.

Dave started to lightly run his fingers along the shaft of my dick, just
barely touching it. It jerked as he he did that. Up and down, up and
down went his fingers. I couldn't move. It just felt too good to do
anything to make him stop. His fingers were slowly closing in on my
dick and finally, his fingers were slowly pulling the skin up and down 
as they rubbed me.

His pace was increasing and I felt pretty strange. As the skin went up and
down, I had this feeling that I would have to go to the bathroom. I was
afraid that I would pee all over us. I tried my best to hold that feeling
back. He was now jerking me off pretty fast and that feeling I had was
changing. I don't know how to describe it, but it felt really great.

My eyes were closed, but I could see things. I know that I wasn't dreaming
but could see Dave. He was standing near the lake with his clothes off. Mine
were off too. We must have been skinny-dipping as we were going towards the
water. I kept looking to see what his dick looked like, but couldn't see
it. 

Dave's fingers were gripped around my dick and were moving at lightning speed.
My 'dream' kinda disappeared as I noticed a feeling of something moving
up inside of my dick. I could feel this tingling in my balls and this
feeling of wanting to shoot whatever was in my dick, out. I was breating
pretty heavily now myself and could feel an explosion at the tip of my
dick. It was spurting out all over Dave's hand, my t-shirt and everything.
The feeling lasted for a what seemed an eternity. dave just kept fingering
my dick and this stuff just kept coming out. I was in another dimension!
Colors and images flashed past my closed eyes and I felt wonderful.

Before I knew it, Dave had slipped my dick back into my pajamas. I didn't
even feel it go in. He was pushing my arm and trying to wake me up. I
opened my eyes, wondering why he didn't just let me sleep, as I didn't know
what to say to him. "Wake up! You are having a nightmare!" he was saying.
I looked down at me and saw this milky-white sticky fluid all over my
t-shirt. Dave said, "Looks like you had a wet dream!". "What do you mean?",
I asked him. He explained that as I got older, sometimes my dick would explode
like that, as I was dreaming about people I liked. 

I guess that he was trying to make me think that I had a dream and this
had happened, but I knew better. He touched the sperm and rubbed his
fingers in it. "God, what a mess you made!". Guess you had better get
cleaned up. He went into the bathroom and got a towel for me. I began to
run it on my shirt and pj's when he took the towel from me and lifted my
shirt up and started rubbing my stomach to clean me off.

Dave pulled my pj's down and rubbed the towel over my dick. "You sure are
a mess and, I'm getting that way too." "Let's get the shower going."

Well, he was starting to head to the bathroom and I followed. He started
the shower and adjusted the water temperature as I slipped out of my
clothes. I jumped into the stall and closed the door. In a few seconds,
the door open and Dave came in. Goosebumps again went up my back. I
turned away from him and tried to get done so I could get out. I was
embarassed, confused and wanted to go home. "Look at this" he said. As I 
turned my head, I noticed his hand on his own dick. It was hard and he
was rubbing it, just like he did to mine. I couldn't take my eyes off of
him as he did that. I didn't know what to say.

"You know that you can rub it hard like this and it will shoot like you
did in the bed". "Come on, try it, it feels really super!". I watched him
for another second or two, not knowing quite what to do. When I didn't
touch myself, he reached down and took my hand and placed it on my own
dick. He moved my hand up and down and told me that he didn't want to
be the only one jerking off. I was getting to feel strange again, watching
him beat both of us off. As he removed his hand, I found that mine was
continuing to move. I couldn't stop as I watched him. that feeling was
coming back again and I didn't want to stop. He started shooting sperm
all over the shower.

I was amazed at what the sperm looked like. It shot out of him like 
water out of a firehose. I came again, but only a few drops came out.
The feeling was there though, like my head was exploding. We just stood
pulling on ourselves and watched each other playing with ourselves.

We had been friends at school for a while, but I never knew that he was
like this. We joked around alot but never really talked about sex. We just
told the sexy jokes that everyone told. I didn't know that you could
pull on yourself like that and feel so good afterwards. We didn't talk
about the 'feeling' anymore that night or the next morning. We started
putting the rest of the things away on his shelves and didn't talk
much at all, in fact. I was still uncertain what I could say about what
had happened. It all seemed like a dream anyway.

When my ride came and I was getting into the car, Dave said to me, "Want
to stay over again soon, I can ask." I thought about it for a second
or two and said "Sure, maybe this weekend." I am not quite sure why I
was so ready to try it again, but I guess that there were still some things 
that Dave could teach me!