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Saturday, 28 December 2013

My Son's Best Friend by kewtieboy







My Son's Best Friend
by kewtieboy
MM/drunk/mistaken identity/anal

A chance overnight stay in my son's flat leads to me being mistaken for him by his drunk boyfriend

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It had been a great Festive period. Though my son Ricky hadn't made it for Christmas due to some wild party with friends, he had come home for New Year and, as always it was good to see him. Ricky was at university in York and with us living just outside London he had moved up there and with our help. Susie and I had bought a little flat for him which would hopefully be a good investment for us in the future. It had two bedrooms so Ricky let one out to a friend of his, Brian and that also helped with our mortgage on it.

Ricky was a bright child, attractive, athletic, blonde and well liked. It broke our hearts to lose him to university but in the first few months he had taken to it like a duck to water and seemed to spend a lot of time partying. He met Brian almost instantly on arriving at York and he was a slightly taller, dark haired guy with strong. Almost Mediterranean looks and rather piercing green eyes. Women, including Susie, melted when he spoke to them.

Ricky headed North again straight after New Year with yet another party beckoning. I pointed out that I would actually be in his neck of the woods two days later at a meeting in Leeds, around 20 miles away.

You can stay over if you like Dad,” he said. “Brian and I can bunk up together.”

No need son, it's a one day meeting, up by train in the morning and back at night,” I clarified.

He seemed relieved.

I slightly envied my son's freedom as I had stayed at home until I was 22 and only left to marry Susie. He was an attractive lad and I had no doubts he was sowing his oats. His friend Brian seemed very loyal, almost to the point of always being around. He was even at ours for New Year sharing Ricky's bedroom. They seemed to have lots to talk about as I heard a lot of whispering and giggling during the night.

Any way, first day back at work and I was on my way to the meeting. The train pulled into Leeds Station as a text blipped on my phone. It was from my office telling me the buyer I was to meet at the Queens Hotel, right by the station had had a family bereavement and had left a message on the office answering machine cancelling the meeting. With late opening after New Year, they had just picked it up.

Shit, shit shit,” I thought. “I suppose it's straight back to London.”

I popped into a MacDonalds to have a late breakfast and to gather my thoughts when I little thought crept into my head. I hadn't been away on my own for years. In my late teens I had played the field a little but had most of my excitement from “instant gratification sex.” By that I mean cottaging. Yes, I used to wank men off and vice versa just for the thrill. It was anonymous, gave me a quick fix, let me get my rocks off and didn't compromise my heterosexuality.

I had a quick look on the internet and found a steam room/sauna in town. An afternoon there would be a bit of fun. Usually these places weren't too busy during the day but I only needed one man, or maybe two. It was still only 11.00am so I had a look around town. I wasn't in a suit so didn't look too formal for visiting a sauna. With a bit of luck I would be naked soon enough anyway.
I spent the whole afternoon in the sauna. It wasn't too busy, sadly so most contact was fumbling in the actual cabin and a guy shot his load on my face. This was something I loved as it's one of the things a woman can't do!. I chatted to an older guy who was very complimentary about the way I looked. I agreed with him. At 44 I was slim and still looking pretty good. One child hadn't spoiled MY body shape!!

It was almost 6.00 pm when I left and I popped into the bar for a beer. A sudden thought hit me. I would take Ricky up on his offer of accommodation. Sampling the Uni life would be just like old times. I called him but for some reason his mobile was dead. I had a key for the flat in my wallet anyway so thought I would go regardless. At worst I could have a shower, open a beer and wait for him to come home. It was a silly idea but I was in silly mood.

I phoned Susie, told her the meeting was running late and I was popping over to stay at Ricky's and would take the express back in the morning.

I arrived at Ricky's flat around 8.30pm and it was in darkness. That ruled out my “partying with the lads.” I had bought a few beers and a pack of sandwiches just in case I found myself alone. I let myself in and the smell of teen boy wafted back at me, reminding me of my own Uni days. I put on the light and immediately found a note on the table.

Staying over at Tristan's you'll have to make do without me, Ricky.”

I assumed the note was for Brian. That meant I at least had a bed. I thought I would watch some television and wait for Brian to come in the we could hopefully go for a beer somewhere local. By 11.00pm I realised that wasn't going to happen as I was still alone with a re-run of “Mamma Mia” on television. This idea suddenly didn't seem to be so great.

Eventually I went into Ricky's room and stripped off. I noted the used condom on the floor and picked I up, absent-mindedly sniffing it and recollecting the strong ammonia smell from it's content. My cock sprung up. I hadn't cum during the day for some reason. I discarded it in the bin and opened the side drawer which looked like a sex parlour supply cupboard. There were condoms, lubricant, even a small dildo. Ricky obviously liked to keep his lady's happy. I smiled and looked at the bottle of Paul Smith Men which we had bought him as part of his Christmas. I sprayed a little and smelt of Ricky!

I climbed into bed and dozed for a little while before dropping off into a sound sleep. It must have been around 1.00am when I heard the outside door open noisily and the unmistakable sound of someone drunk entering the flat, bumping into things and cursing. I assumed it was Brian but decided, in his state, to stay put. He went to the toilet and I heard some splashing as though he was trying to waken himself. Then I heard the rustle of clothes being removed in the lounge and the door to his room then opened and a small bedside light send a tiny trickle of borrowed illumination into my room.

I'm fucking horny,” I heard Brian say. “You know what that means Ricky?”

That woke me up!

The door opened and the vague silhouette of Brian appeared in the doorway, the outline of his cock dangling between his legs.

Just give me a little bit, eh Ricky? I'm fucking horned up something awful.”

I lay still not sure what to do but my cock had started to rise and that was going to be a problem if I invoked the stern father routine. I thought he would possibly climb on the bed and pass out. He certainly stood around in silence for a few moments but I could hear the sound of masturbation.

Perhaps he'll wank off and go,” I thought, so continued to breathe steadily.

Quickly and swiftly he stepped forward and slid into bed behind me. I felt his brick hard cock against my naked buttocks. He slid it up and down and nuzzled my neck, kissing it. His hand snaked around me and gripped my erection. I couldn't do anything now except try my best to go with the subterfuge. Thankfully my build wasn't that different to Ricky's and in his drunken state I assumed he would notice the extra pound or two between us. He rolled me over and pulled back the covers, crawling down and taking my hard cock in his mouth. Both Ricky and I were not circumcised and though I had no idea how big Ricky's cock was erect, Brian certainly didn't seem to notice the difference as he slurped and panted. His mouth licked my balls.

He flipped around and his cock was placed against my own mouth. I took it eagerly. His cock was big. I would guess, around 8 inches at least, and he too had foreskin. I sucked it hungrily hoping I wouldn't cum too soon. His grunts were the urgent grunts of a horny drunk who knows his staying power may be limited due to his condition. He hammered his cock home making me baulk.

C'mon you bastard you managed all of it last night. Let's hope your arse is more willing.”

That raised my eyebrows! Being fucked was something I had never thought of. The trouble is, I was in too deep (so to speak).

Brian was getting very hot now, his hands rubbing my thighs. He quickly climbed off and for a moment I thought he had cum until I heard the drawer at the bedside table open. I had the immediate feeling he had done this routine many times in the dark before and I realised he was fucking my son regularly. Whether by luck or practice he deftly opened the condom wrapper and seemed to get it on his cock, I heard more fumbling, a couple of curses and then cold liquid being spread on my hole. His fingers slid into me. I tried to relax. Soon there seemed to be two fingers inside me and he was breathing heavily on my neck. He pulled out. I felt something else cold against my arse. I assumed it was the dildo.

God you're tighter than usual tonight Ricky. I need to open you up,” he said.

Being only around 5 inches in length and quite slim the dildo slid moderately easily into me and became actually quite erotic. As the time passed, I began to relax and my cock stood up to attention once again. Brian's left hand found it and squeezed.

That's more like it. Got rid of your brewer's droop at last!” he said.

The dildo seemed to be fully inside me as he worked it in and out.
Now for your favourite little friend. At least I'm bigger than that little poof Tristan. You know you prefer a good fucking!”

I felt the head of his beast against my hole and braced myself hoping I wouldn't squeal and give the game away. I secretly wanted this cock in me. I wanted penetrated by the same guy who was fucking my son. Perverse it may be but at that moment I needed his cock and would do all I could to take it.

Unlike the porn movies, it didn't slide in without any effort. It took time and effort as I pushed back against him and he kept muttering how tight I was tonight. He was desperate to get his rocks off I I was desperate to feel his cock shoot it's load inside me. It was at least ten minutes of pushing and withdrawing before he was holding my hips and fucking me quite royally. All I could think about was this tall dark teenager with a massive cock who serviced my son, also servicing me. I was scared to say anything, or even groan other than the odd grunt when he pushed too hard.

I could feel him build and his stabbing became more urgent until he pushed once more and stopped. His cock stood fully erect on it's own and I could feel it pulse as wave after wave of cum filled the rubber inside me.

Jeesus that was amazing you tight little cunt,” he said as he pulled out.

He flopped back in the double bed and lay quietly. I said nothing. He mumbled a few words about how great it was and fell asleep, condom still on his cock. I quietly slipped the condom off, lay back in the bed and trickled the content on my face as I wanked myself. I have no idea where the cum ended up but the bulk went over the headboard somewhere.

I slid out of bed and went to freshen myself up. I then partly dressed and went to the lounge to sleep in a chair. If Brian woke I could always say I came in later and had no idea where Ricky had gone. Feeble excuse I know, but better than being discovered in bed with him.

I slipped out of the apartment at 6.00am and caught the early train back to London telling my wife I had changed my mind and stayed in a hotel in Leeds. I have no idea what Brian said to Ricky or whether he even discussed the fuck. Being drunk and being students they probably thought it was another pick-up.

I had a memory which flashed back each time I met the handsome Brian and the session rekindled a part of me, long asleep and I returned to my extra curricular fun from time to time in the London saunas.

Ricky came out a year later and though it shocked my wife, I was ready and able to offer him support. He and Brian are still good friends and I am still envious of the pole my son enjoys on demand.





Thursday, 7 November 2013

Getting the Chance by b13edy









Getting the Chance by b13edy
MM /drunk/ straight guy/ seduce / passed out/ oral



I have fantasized about other guys cocks since I was around 13 - 14 years old. When I wank I have to think of a guy to get me off. I have never had the opportunity to fulfill my fantasy until last summer break. I had been to a birthday party at a friend's house when the night came to an end most people went home but myself and a few others who decided to stay the night. This was ok by our host who supplied blankets etc for some of us to use.

It must have been nearly 3am before the lights went out. I was sleeping on the floor and this other guy who is the same age as me and although not what you would call a friend of mine (more the friend of a friend who had left the party with a girl earlier) was also there. One other guy was sleeping in the room on a chair. He was the cousin of our host. I was laying on the floor unable to get to sleep as I like my comforts such as nice warm soft bed. Hard floors are not my thing. Any way I am lying on the floor my hand on my cock as always, not quite wanking but playing with my tool.

The guy sleeping on the couch was out of it I could tell by the snoring noises coming from him. I won't pretend he is some kind of sex god or the most handsome guy I know but neither am I but he was hot enough to get my imagination going. His leg fell from the couch coming to a rest almost beside my waist. I just could not help myself so I reached out and touched his leg with one hand while I stroked my now free cock with the other. He had jeans on but just the heat of his skin through the thick material had me going.Slowly my hand moved up his leg until I was touching his thigh through his jeans and under the duvet covering him.

I had to move closer to the couch as my hand searched for his package to my surprise he was already hard when I found it. Then suddenly he moved pulling his leg back up from the side of the couch and turned on to his back. My heart was racing at first as I thought I had wakened him but he started snoring once more. After a few minutes I once again slipped my hand beneath his duvet on to his still hard package. I then got on my knees beside the couch and undid his belt then the top three buttons on his jeans the heat hit my hand as soon as the jeans were open I was so turned on it was a fantastic feeling. It was scary but at the same time so horny. I gently rubbed his cock through his boxers for a minute or so then I wanted to feel the real thing. I tugged at his jeans as gently as I could pulling them down enough to get my hand up the leg of his boxers I was ecstatic as my fingers found the soft skin of his balls damp with sweat. I had a feel then moved up to get my first touch of his hard 6 inch uncut cock I gently began wanking him for a couple of minutes but I so wanted to taste him so as gently as I could I worked his cock out the leg of his boxers and took the tip of it in my mouth rolling my tongue around the tip then pushing my tongue under his foreskin. Little by little I took more of him sucking like a man possessed. I got so carried away that he must have sensed something was going on as he pushed me away and turned on his side facing away from me and began snoring again.

A little while later I tried once again to touch him but he had refastened his jeans. I gave up and fell asleep.

The following morning when I woke up he was gone I have saw him a few times since and I just know he remembers what happened because of the way he looks at me not smiling but sort of laughing but as far as I know he has not told anyone.Since then I have explored a few other guys but I will leave those stories for another time

Seducing the Firefighter







Seducing the FireFighter by Danny
MM, straight guy, drunk, oral, seduce



I work at a bar I finished late about 12 o'clock anyway I stayed for one drink now I'm not the best drinker so I got a little bit more confident than i would normally

Anyway before I finished work there was this guy, he is a regular and he is a fire fighter. I would'nt say he suits everyone's' liking but he just turns me on. Anyway he got too drunk as usual and he was asked to leave. He must have left about half an hour before me. I've dropped him of before to his house when he was drunk as the bar where I work is in the countryside and it's about an hour's walk away from this guy's house.

So when I was driving home I saw him stumbling down the road so I stopped and offered him a lift and he got in. When he sat down I had to lean over him to close the door and put his seat belt on and when I did this he put his hand on my thigh just in a way to say thanks. So I was driving down the road and in the corner of my eye i saw him rub himself a little he then picked his balls up which were covered by his blue jeans and dropped them. He did this a few times.

He then put his head back and started to snore. I looked at him and got really horny thinking of all the dirty things I wanted him to do to me so I put my hand on his strong arms and rubbed them until I got even more confident and rested my hand on his leg.

When I got to his house I took the seat belt off of him and opend the door but he was too drunk to stand so I helped him up. I put his strong tanned smooth arm over my shoulder and walked him to his door and when we got there I asked him for his key which he said it was in his front pocket. Knowing he was drunk I put my hand down his back pocket grabbing his arse.

He said, "No, no it's in the front pocket, " so i put my hand down his front pocket nudging against his flaccid cock.

I then got the key out of his pocket and opened the door. I asked him where his bedroom was and he told me so I took him to his bed and took his jeans and polo shirt off. His chest was hard but not toned. After I took off his polo I slid my palm down his chest and to the top button of his jeans and took them off followed by his socks so he was left in his underwear.



Then in his drunken slumber he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me onto him and as I tried to get up he called me so I sat next to him and he put his arm around me. I put my arm around him and with my other hand I rubbed his chest and he laid back and asked me to go to bed with him so I took all of my clothes off and lay on top of him and kissed his chest and nipples then tongued him as I kissed my way down to his cock and began to suck him. Later we had sex although I did most of the work.

I got up early that morning before he did and left him.

I'm looking forward to working late again

Stone Cold Drunk by Woody 110








Stone Cold Drunk by Woody 110


It was a moment I'll cherish forever, standing in that dingy fucking bathroom, holding Nick's massive rubbery cock in my hand while he pissed. The thick tool sprouted from his buttoned-down fly, lay heavily across my sweaty palm and passed between my obliging thumb and index finger with a couple more inches to spare. His helmet drooped over the edge of my hand like the head of a docile snake. I could feel his piss humming along inside his meat and its sharp tang assaulted my nostrils as it shot into the toilet bowl, creating a liquid cacophony. As I watched it, transfixed, my mind backtracked over the events that brought us both here.

I manage a large conference facility-come-hotel on the outskirts of town. Okay, I deputy-manage. Okay, I'm one of four deputy managers, but it's quite a responsible position looking after up to 250 guests and 12 conference suites on a sprawling estate. We deputies all live on-site in various apartments and buildings, working earlies and late shifts, three days on, three off. You know the routine.

I was on one of my precious evenings off when the phone rang, literally as I laid my hand on the bottle of wine I'd been looking forward to. It was my colleague Samantha, the current duty manager, and the bitch had lost her cool. One of the maintenance crew had rocked up in the bar some time ago, already halfway to shit-faced and hassling the bar staff for drinks. Samantha had had him ejected before he upset the guests and she'd thought that was that. Now she'd heard the guy had helped himself to several bottles of Jack Daniels from the store room and was holed up on the grounds.

"Well he's got taste," I commented in a bored tone.

"David!" Samantha admonished me. "He's going to make a scene and you know who'll get it in the neck. Me! I assumed you'd be more concerned."

"Never assume, Sam. It makes an ass out of you."

"'...and me,'" she finished.

"Yes, I said you."

"DAVID!" she screeched. "Please go and sort him out for me. He's in The Cottage."

The Cottage. The Shit Hole, more like. If only it was as interesting as a public toilet. What it was was a dingy bungalow hidden away on the edge of the property. It was too small and ugly for commercial use, too tacky for any of us staff to make it a home, and too irrelevant to bother demolishing.

The maintenance guy in question was Nick, the young buck of our maintenance team. Ah, Nick... This was the one factor that made me at all interested in the whole sorry drama. What can I tell you about Nick? That he's twenty seven? That his strong, capable body fills out his paint-splattered polo shirts in a way nothing short of divine? That the dusky tan of his skin conjures images of sultry nights on a tropical shore? Or that he's hung like a fucking donkey? Such is my belief anyway. Something can often be seen flopping around in his tracksuit bottoms or causing a scene beneath the zipper of his jeans. One time, when he was down on his knees looking at an oven, I saw something extra large running down the leg of his shorts. And there's just something in his demeanour too, a kind of easy self-certainty which comes, I think, from having the undercarriage of Mr Ed.

So off I went to find him. It was almost Christmas and fucking freezing outside. Dark too. I hustled away from the main buildings and through the trees to The Cottage. It didn't take long to get there, and I found the place lit up like a cruise ship. It seemed every light was on.

The front door was unlocked. I let myself in and tried not to look too closely at the rancid '70s décor, all pine and patterns and clashing colours. Somewhere a radio was playing a soft rock love song.

Nick was in the lounge. He was sprawled on the sofa, one hand cradling a bottle of JD, the other out-flung and clutching his battered phone. Unaware he was no longer alone, he was mumbling along with the song and gently sobbing. Pissed as a fart and broken hearted by the look. God forgive me but I took a second to appraise his package, hulking nicely against his left leg and stretching the worn denim of his work jeans.

"Umm, Nick?" I chanced.

He jumped like a 14-year-old caught masturbating, bless him, but then broke down into a damp, shaking mess. I sat down beside him and put a hand on his shoulder, and after a few moments he revealed to me that he'd just been dumped. His girlfriend had kicked him out this very afternoon and was now ignoring his calls. Nick, of course, had done the only appropriate thing and got hammered.

"Please, Dave," he implored me with the gravity only the pissed can muster. "Talk her round."

So I found his girlfriend's number on his phone and dialled it on mine, hoping she wouldn't ignore an unknown number. Sure enough, I was answered but Mrs Nick, or Kelly as she is commonly known, was playing hard ball. She stubbornly refused all my ploys to get her and Nick chatting. Worse still, she somehow persuaded me to go over and pick up his things!

"It'll all be on the street if you don't!" she snarled.

After hanging up, I related this as tactfully as I could to Nick, only to have him throw back his head and howl. God only knew how far that carried! I pictured Samantha sitting at her desk, arse clenching, and so I pacified Nick as best I could. Placing my hand on his knee (okay, thigh!) I told him I'd go meet Kelly and appeal to her better nature. I was sure she must have one. Nick quietened and looked up at me hopefully. That was when Kelly phoned back to change plans. She wasn't convinced I'd turn up at their house without Nick in tow, and so she wanted to meet somewhere neutral, where she wouldn't be embarrassed in front of the neighbours should things get out of hand. She gave me the rendezvous details then hung up. My only contribution to the exchange had been 'hello?'.

Great, all I'd wanted was to ogle Nick and I got lumbered with a late night road trip The things I do for my job. After updating Samantha, I got in my car and went to meet Kelly.

Kelly. What can I tell you about her? Tits and attitude on legs about sums it up. I met her once before when we'd had a weekend emergency and called Nick in on a Sunday. They'd both roared up on flashy motorbikes, him easy going, her with a stick up her arse. We hadn't acknowledged each other.

I arrived at the roadside services a full 20 minutes before Kelly turned up. I spotted her, caught her attention then watched agape as she dragged a bundle of Nick's crap out of her boot and tottered towards me. With little preamble, she dumped the stuff in my car and made to leave. The bitch put my back up, but nevertheless I bit my tongue and did the right thing. I persuaded her to have a cup of tea with me and talk for a bit.

We went into the services and sat at a table in the restaurant. She didn't want a drink so we just talked. It took a while to thaw her but eventually she gave me the story. Apparently Nick had been cheating on her. She'd had no idea until that very afternoon. Someone behind laughed at this and we both turned, poised to strike, but it was just a cute lad sitting alone, amused at himself. He noticed us looking and waved us away. Cute but weird.

I asked Kelly if she was sure she was doing the right thing. She scoffed and painted me a picture then, and Nick didn't come off well. In fact, he sounded quite the pig, inconsiderate, chauvinistic and really quite vain. It was clear she'd loved him enough to see past all that, but she wasn't about to overlook his philandering. That was a kick in the crutch too far, especially after finding out in the worst possible way in that the other woman had confronted Kelly at her workplace and threatened her with violence if she didn't let Nick go.

"How do you know she's telling the truth?" I asked. "Maybe she's just a deluded stalker."

Kelly laughed humourlessly. "Oh I know. He has been screwing that slag. She proved that."

"But how?" I pressed, actually interested now. I guessed where this might be going. My spidey senses were tingling.

"Because she knows all about his fucking b-"

The rest of her sentence was lost in a loud clatter. I span around. That twat behind us had jumped up and knocked over his chair. Cute and annoying! I tutted loudly and turned back to Kelly. "Come again?"

She'd regained some dignity in that brief respite and merely said, "Let's just say Nick has certain... attributes that you'd only know about if you slept with him."

I wasn't going to give up that easily. "Ah," I said in a knowing tone. "Birthmark."

She rolled her eyes and sighed. "He's got a big dick, David. Huge! It's probably like twice yours."

Bitch! I raised an eyebrow, “So do a lot of blokes.”

She smirked. "You wish. Like it fucking matters anyway. All it does is cause shit for everyone."

There was little else to say. Kelly didn't want to discuss changing her mind. She told me she would drop the rest of Nick's stuff off at the conference centre over the next few days. We left the restaurant together.

Before parting, she turned to me. "Don't worry if he's embarrassing himself at the centre tonight. Let him! He'll never remember it, he never does when he's pissed."

And then she left. Kelly, I'd always liked her.

I returned to work and drove round to The Cottage. Nick would probably be living there for a while so I retrieved his things from my back seat, clothes clean and dirty, footwear, wash kit... all the things he could scrape by with, hurriedly thrown together. I wanted to feel sorry for him for the mess he was in but he really had brought it on himself. So instead I felt sorry for him just because he's hot.

I went inside and to my horror I found Nick sprawled on the floor in the hall. Dead! my mind screamed at me, but he was far from it.

"Need a piss," he drawled when I knelt at his side. "Fell over." He was considerably more drunk than when I'd left.

I managed to get him to his feet and together we staggered to the bathroom, which by good fortune was located downstairs. Every two steps forward was countered by a stagger to one side or the other. Nick was heavy and difficult to manoeuvre, but it was a kick having his firm body pressed tightly against mine.

As we lumbered towards the toilet, Nick groaned loudly. "Quick! I'm gonna piss myself!" I positioned him in front of the bowl and held him steady with one arm around his waist.

No time to leave him to do his business then. Oh well!

He fumbled with the buttons of his fly but couldn't muster the dexterity required to open them. Suddenly he became still and turned his mortified face towards me. "Dave, mate, help me!"

I looked down and saw the front of his jeans begin to darken, but I didn't miss a beat. I grasped his denims and yanked, deftly popping the buttons and revealing his white boxers. I grabbed the waistband, pulled it out and down, and a thick coil of cock flopped forwards, spritzing piss as it deployed. My heart swelled at its size. It was truly prodigious even in this sorry state.

Nick seemed to have lapsed further into his drunken stupor. He leaned more fully on me, his arms hung limply and his head knocked painfully against mine. His unmanned dick was disgorging piss all over the rim of the toilet bowl, making even more of a mess of his jeans, and Nick had relinquished all responsibility for it.

And you know what happened next. Think what you will about my motives, but right then I didn't really have much choice. Taking Nick's weight fully in my left arm, I reached out my right hand, took hold of his meat and aimed it. Yeah, yeah, I guess a finger under the helmet would have sufficed, but I'd never touched a straight guy's dick before, that ultimate forbidden fruit, and here I was with carte blanché. So I didn't hold back. I let the full length of his manhood fill my palm and I enjoyed every last second of it.

I turned my head to see how well Nick was processing the turn of events. His eyes seemed to swim in and out of focus, his mouth hung agape idiotically. He appeared on the very edge of consciousness and it took all my strength to keep him upright.

I returned my attention to his dick. It was such a beauty, cut, with a fat head and a silky smooth shaft. I'd never seen something that huge outside of a porn film. It seemed such a pity that Nick only used it for evil deeds rather than the betterment of mankind.

At last his piss tapered. I shook him off and relinquished his cock. Letting go of it would have been a hardship had I not just made up my mind about something.

With Kelly's parting words echoing in my mind, I turned Nick's face to mine. "Come on buddy. Let's get you into bed.

My Sleeping Cuddle Bunny by Tanner55555







My Sleeping Cuddle Buddy by Tanner55555
MM/straight guys/ sleep/oral/first-time
It was the first month I was in college , and I was hanging out with a group of people in the RA's room. It was a 'pajama' party, and we were going to watch a Die Hard marathon as late into the night as possible. It was a Friday night, so everyone had the weekend to sleep it off. We were piled on the floor, the RA in his bed. It was kind of crowded, with the pizza, soda, and freshmen guys all spread across the floor...it was kind of awkward, all the guys crammed together. My RA offered to share the bed with one of us to help with the crowded-ness. No one volunteered, so he looked at each of us and asked.
When he came to me, he gave me a weird smile and said, "Tanner, I know you wanna be my cuddle buddy."
"Not really, dude."
"C'mon. You're like a giant teddy bear anyway. Girls are gonna wanna cuddle with you. This'll give you good practice."
Maybe it's just the fact that I'm very shy and awkward and that's why he pushed the issue, but eventually the other guys were encouraging me. It was embarrassing, but I got up and climb into his bed.
"Well, hello there, cuddle buddy." He smiled that weird smile again.
I was kind of nervous, but I turned toward the T.V. screen. He put his arm between my left armpit (I was laying on my left side) and wrapped his right arm around my belly, squeezing me tight. He put his left cheek (face, people) on my right one (so he could see the T.V., too). Some of the guys awwwed.
I know I was blushing, but the RA responded, saying "You guys are jealous. I'm a great big spoon. Don't you feel secure, Tanner?"
I mumbled something and went back to the movie.
Sometime during the night, I must have fallen asleep. I woke up, unsure what time it was, but a lamp was on somewhere, giving me some light. I discovered I was still the RA's little spoon, but I was facing away from the T.V., with my head on my RA's bare chest...which was weird, since he was wearing a white T-shirt and grey sweatpants as his 'pajamas'. I looked down, and saw he was in a small pair of black shorts (running shorts, maybe?). I sat up and looked around the room, realizing none of the guys were anywhere. I wondered why they hadn't woken me up. I looked back at my RA. His glasses were on the nightstand. I was still wearing my contacts, but my eyes weren't hurting. Anyway, I sat there, watching him sleep, trying to figure out what happened. He must have changed when everyone left and, instead of waking me, decided to continue the cuddle buddy experience. I wasn't sure what to do.
I looked at my RA, since this was an unique opportunity. My RA had dark, curly hair over top a long face, with dark lips and long eyelashes (it's weird things you remember). He was clean shaven (no stubble), and his chest/belly were equally hairless. His gangly arms and legs were covered in dark curly hairs. His thighs were long, which made the already short shorts look even shorter. The thigh hair thinned out as it moved up his leg toward his crotch...which, for such small shorts, lacked a major bulge. I watched his undefined chest and stomach (not fat, but not defined...just kind of squishy) rise up and down as he breathed. I touched his shoulder and tried to wake him (I probably could have just left, but...I don't know, I didn't want to be rude...), but his breathing stayed the same. I wasn't sure what to do, but then I got curious...about how we compared...below the belt. Yes, it's weird, but I was just curious.
Gingerly, I put my hand on his crotch, gently feeling for his cock. I instantly felt it...it was soft, but I could tell it was a whole lot bigger than mine. I lifted up his left short leg and was immediately greeted with the site of his purple head. The size of his soft cock was enormous (I'm guessing about 7.5). I remember he told us about his girlfriend letting him have sex with her for the first time...he had said she cried when he finally slipped himself inside. We had thought it was just guys bullshittng about themselves...apparently, I was wrong. I decided to be ambitious and grabbed the elastic waistband of the shorts. I gently pulled them down, exposing everything. His crotch was shaved except for a small ring of curly black hairs around the base of his cock. His balls were kind of small, or maybe they were normal compared to the ferret living in his pants. I admired for a while. His breathing was the same. I noticed I was also hard, so I pulled my cock out. My little 5 inch dick looked like nothing compared to this guy soft. It was embarrassing. I began wanking my RA off, and he got stiffer, not bigger. With every stroke, however, I realized I was unleashing a beast. It got noticeably thicker at first, and then the inches started to show themselves. Finally, it was standing straight up from his body. I could barely get my hand around it. I got out of bed and grabbed a ruler from his desk. It was a little over a foot. Damn.
I put the ruler back and started slowly wanking him again, when I noticed his breathing went from very shallow to deeper, heavier breaths. His eyes never opened. I remembered he had said his girlfriend couldn't fit it in her mouth, and I was curious. I opened my mouth wide and gently put his head in my mouth. I rolled my tongue gently around it (not really sure what to do), while I stroked the rest of the length. The breathing got heavier, but there were no signs of him waking. I started going down further, trying to get as far as possible. His cock fitted in my mouth (I beat his girlfriend at something...haha). I squeezed my lips around his shaft and bobbed my head up and down slowly. The breathing still got heavier. I had no idea if I was doing anything right, so I just focused on the head for a little bit. I gently rubbed his testicles, gently massaging each ball. The breathing suddenly got shorter. I was terrified he would wake. He began to say his girlfriend's name in his sleep, so I stopped.
He muttered "finish me off", so I put my lips back on his purple head and slowly pumped his cock with my hand. His whole body started to tense up. His balls were pulled close to his body. I kept sucking until I felt his cock spasm. Cum shot into my mouth in three major spurts.
"Oh, fuck!" he murmured in his sleep.
His breathing went back to heaviness. I got out of bed and spit his cum into the trash, then covered it with tissues. I should have left then, but I climbed back into bed. His cock was still very hard, but it was starting to return to normal. I tucked it back into his shorts. I took my contacts out, layed them on the night table, and played the little spoon again, returning my head to his chest and his arm around my shoulder. I gently rubbed his chest and belly with my left hand, and ended up resting my hand with my thumb on his nipple. I closed my eyes, and eventually fell asleep.
I started waking up sometime the next morning. I was still semi-unconscious, but I felt a world of pleasure, a warm wet kind of pleasure. I barely opened my eyes, but I saw a curly head going up and down on my dick. I closed my eyes and just let him do his thing (if it was really happening). He let my small penis slip out of his mouth and I felt a hand on my balls. It was a slow pumping at first, then got faster and faster. I eventually came with an unknown ferocity. My cum shot on my stomach, which was exposed for some reason. A hand rubbed my belly, smearing the semen. He put my shirt down and I heard him sigh. I pretended to turn over in my sleep and wrapped my arms around him, making him the small spoon for a change. Eventually, we both woke up sometime that afternoon. I was still the big sppon. He turned and faced me.
"Morning, cuddle buddy. Sleep well?"
"Yep. I was out cold."
"Me too." He climbed over me and got out of bed, stretching. "I feel so damn good this morning. We should do this more often."
"I don't think your girlfriend would approve of you having a male cuddle buddy."
"She also wouldn't approve of the blow jobs."
'The what?"
"You know, the really rough but still fantastic blow job you gave me, and the one I gave you this morning as a thank you."
"That didn't happen. You must be dreaming. I'm not gay."
"Neither am I, but I appreciate a good blow when I can get it and, knowing my size, it's hard to find anyone whose mouth is wide enough."
He walked over to me and put a hand on my face. "You have such a nice mouth, no homo." We both laughed. "I'm getting a shower now. You probably should too." He started gathering his stuff, so I got up to leave.
"Tanner?"
"Yeah?"
"We seriously need to do this again. Even the cuddling was nice. You're a good cuddle buddy. You'll make a girl very happy." The weird smile had returned.

I Have Played With My Friend's Cock While Asleep by Lushian






I Have Played With My Friend's Cock While Asleep by Lushian
MM/sleep/fondle
In recent years, I've figured out that straight men, after a couple of drinks, somehow subconsciously, are willing to let a gay friend pleasure them. This has happened to a couple of my straight friends, however, usually they'll never do it again nor speak about it at all. Which is fine by me as our friendship remains the same. (my first naked encounter was "Drunk Buddy" that I had previously posted).

One incident remains as my personal favorite though. It was a long weekend and I had decided to visit my parents who live in a different country from me. A friend of mine, Bob, decided that he wanted to get away for the long weekend too, and had asked if he could come along to visit my hometown. My parents love visitors, so I said sure. Since I moved away from home years ago, my parents had moved to a smaller house, so I told Bob that he would have to share my bed - which was never a problem since we had travelled together many times before and sharing room / bed.

We had great fun that weekend, visiting, shopping and trying out different food. We spent one evening drinking, sitting in the patio as my parents shared with Bob all my embarrassing stories as a child. After hours and hours of laughing, chatting and drinking, it was time to turn in as we were leaving early next day. I was getting a bit too tipsy and got in bed first while Bob hit the shower. Soon after, Bob came into the room with just a towel around his waist and was giggling away. He was of course, as drunk as i was. He sat on the edge of the bed and was teasing me about one of my stories my parents had told him.
"Oh please let it go Bob! And turn off the light and get into bed. We have to wake up early tomorrow," and I turned to my side, facing away from him, trying to sleep.

Next moment, I heard a "click" and the light was off and I felt Bob climbing into bed. What I didn't expect was him putting his arms around me. "Good night," he murmured,

I replied, "Night drunkard."

We were both pretty drunk and fell asleep almost immediately. At some point, i was woken up by his snoring as he was still hugging me and it was loud being so close to my ears. So i turned to push him away when I brushed against him and realized that he was naked under the covers. Bob turned, slept on his back and was still snoring away. I sat up, all too surprised to know what's beneath the cover - "maybe I'm too drunk and was mistaken... or maybe he is too drunk to put on clothes." After a couple of seconds, I decided to lift up the blanket, very slowly and just high enough to peep. Although the room was really dark, I could make out that he was truly naked.

I looked at him and he was still snoring although much softer. In my drunken state, I thought, "what the hell. I'm going to have a little fun." So I rolled out of bed and stripped down to nothing. I am a visual person and i really wanted to see everything, so I turned on the side table lamp - risking waking him up. I then slowly peeled the cover back revealing his soft limp cock with furry blonde pubes trailing up to his navel. I held his soft cock in my hand, giving it a little pressure now and then, and started licking and gently sucking his balls. Soon, his dick had grown into a full hard-on and i moved on to give him a blow job. Before long, i could taste his pre-cum on my tongue.
That was when I felt his hand on my head and heard him saying, "Ok, that's enough."
I was a little surprised and looked up and saw him smiling. I sat up and asked, "How long have you been awake?"
"Long enough to enjoy your little show." he teased and rolled over to turn the lamp off.
"You sure you want me to stop?"
"Yes, that's enough. you've seen and touched everything." he said firmly.

I got under the covers and he hugged me again from behind and pressed his hard-on in-between my butt cheeks.
"So who is bigger, me or Dennis?" (Dennis was a guy I was dating at that time)
I was like "What the.....I'm not telling."
"Why not?"
"Because it doesn't matter and why do you want to know?"
"Just curious," He said and he slid his hand down and squeezed my hard on for a second and let go.
I giggled and asked, "So did you enjoy that?"
"Yup. you got to teach Jasmine (his girlfriend) a few of those tricks."

The next thing i knew was i heard a loud banging on my door with my Dad yelling "Boys get up. you gonna be late!"
I woke up with a splitting headache and in a daze, not knowing what was the banging and yelling about. A second later, I saw the clock and it hit me that I was in my parents' house. As I sat up, I also realized that Bob was cuddled up beside me naked. Then it all came back to me what had happened the night before...
"Morning," he greeted as he slowly stretch his whole naked body for me to have a good look.
He then tilted his head towards the banging door, "Time to go."

Bob has visited my parents with me a couple of times since. It has always been a good getaway but the incident never took place again. And Bob has since, slept fully clothed with me.

Wednesday, 6 November 2013

Uncle by Seth


 Uncle   by Seth




When I was just turned 18 my mom's brother moved in with us. He was a really attractive 37 year old guy. There was some resentment towards the situation with him living with us but I worked through it.

Anyway, I was really curious about men but had no real outlet for my curiosity and my frustration. My uncle was sleeping on our couch for literally about a year and he was a heavy sleeper. His snoring sounded like a chainsaw. One night while he was sleeping I got up in the middle of the night for a glass of water. He was wearing boxers an the blanket was pulled off of him a little. I was just genuinely curious so I crouched down at his side and touched his leg. No response. I felt his thigh. Still nothing. I decided to be ballsy so I grabbed his crotch through his boxers and felt his soft cock. I very slowly pulled up the side of his boxers and even more slowly put my hand up into his boxers. I felt the soft, warm skin of his cock. I slowly pulled it out, revealing my uncle's dick. He was soft, his dick seemed moderate in size but he had fucking huge balls. I played around with his dick and balls until he got semi-hard and then I lost my nerve, jerked off and went to bed. I felt incredibly guilty for touching my uncle without his consent, but I was still immensely turned on by everything.

A few months later we took a family vacation to Florida to stay with my grandparents in their small house. No one knew I was gay and my uncle and I shared a blow up air mattress in the kitchen. Earlier in the night I saw that my uncle and my parents were doing whiskey shots. I knew this was going to be my opportunity. My parents went to bed on a pull out bed in the living room while my uncle and I went to bed on the blow up mattress in the kitchen. I waited for my opportunity. My uncle passed out cold and his snoring was louder than usual. I honestly just cut right to the chase. As opposed to giving him the typical tests of feeling his leg, I just went right for grabbing his crotch. He was so passed out he didn't respond. I pulled his boxers down and whipped his cock and balls out. This was my honest to god second sexual experience, my first one being the one I posted about a paragraph before.

I took his soft penis in my mouth and I gave my first blow job ever. He still wasn't getting hard and his snoring was louder than ever but I didn't give up. I massaged the head of his circumcised dick with my tongue. I was steadily jerking myself off next to him but thankfully my family in the next room was drunk so no one was the wiser to what I was doing to my uncle.

My uncle's balls were sweaty and the smell was like ecstasy. I licked his balls and al around under his balls while still attempting to get him hard with a hand job. I took a finger and went around behind my uncle's balls and lightly grazed his ass. I didn't want to make it too obvious that I'd messed with him (such as if he woke up with a sore and sticky ass) so I more or less used spit as a lubricant instead of something like Vaseline. I managed to get a finger up my uncle's ass. I loved every moment of this and even now, eleven years later, this is one of my hottest memories.

He remained in his dead sleep but I guess something about me fingering him got him semi excited. I continued sucking him and I was eventually dealing with a moderately hard erection. Since this was still my first time with a guy, I was relatively inexperienced so I was more or less experimenting. I knew that my cock head was a point of sensation for myself so I began concentrating on tonguing the head of his penis while jerking off the shaft of his cock. I always thought I had a big urethra opening but I noticed my uncle had the same. To this day, no guy I've been with has had as big of one as me and my uncle. I kept sucking him off and jerking him and he continuously got harder. He snored away but I did notice that the snoring lessened slightly as if he knew in his drunken coma that he was being sexually pleasured and liked it.

I took advantage of my uncle for about four hours. I constantly sucked him off and jerked him while grabbing his hand and using it to jerk myself off. I came twice on his arm just from jerking off to what was going on but I was so overwhelmed that I maintained a steady erection and continued to take advantage of my uncle being passed out in the same bed as me.

In the end, the closest I got to my uncle cumming was a hint of pre-cum that I settled for and I eventually jerked off a third time and called it a night since sunrise was going to be soon. I put his dick away and tried to not make it overly obvious that I'd been touching him. The next morning, he was so concerned with his hangover he didn't notice that he had my dried cum on his arm or that his dick was sensitive from being sucked off for hours the night before.


When we got home from Florida, I continued my activities with my uncle. Lucky for me he was such an alcoholic and a stoner that I could get away with this for so long. One day, he was passed out and I did my usual thing, taking advantage of his nocturnal erections. He got EXTREMELY hard and I had gotten very good at giving head. I got his dick wildly hard and continued to pleasure it to the point of climax and I swallowed his load. At this EXACT moment, he woke up, grunted, turned over really quickly, and seemingly passed out right away, snoring almost instantly. I'm near positive he happened to be sober at this occasion so I stopped touching him completely after that. I wasn't sure if he knew that I had molested him or if was coincidence but I couldn't chance it either way so I stopped fondling my uncle while unconscious completely.

Eleven years later, I still think about how much I played with my uncle and it turns me on to know that I had such a successful sexual relationship with him without his knowledge or consent, at least before the last story I mentioned.

On a side note, I have done similar things with friends, cousins, and my brothers, all of which I'll save for later stories. Specifically, you'll love hearing about what I did to my brothers

Experiences by Werr


 
 
 
Experiences by Werr

MM/voyeur/exhibitionism/sleep/nc


So I have been pining after this one guy on and off for about the last four or five years, and he's not the best looking guy, down right repulsive at the best of times, but he just really gets me going, despite the off-putting amount of body hair.

From the day I heard about him getting naked in front of other people, it was my fantasy to see his dick, which I was told was pretty big. He is one of my best friends, and all of my other friends had seen it at one time or another, because even at sleepovers and stuff, he was prone to just let it hang out, and he wasn't afraid to get it out in public and yet, I still hadn't seen it when it seemed like the rest of the world had.

So many times I have seen him bulging out of his boxer shorts, quite often in the changing room. He always wears tighter boxers, which hug his package, so I could tell it was pretty big. I had only ever had two really judgemental looks at it in determining erect size, once when I stayed over at his and we slept next to each other, and in the morning, he must of had morning wood (something which he denies he ever gets) and he was leaning on his front, but I could see a clear dick-shaped bulge running down his leg. The other time also came when standing at his house, and it was pretty brief. He got up and was standing there in a tight pair of red boxer shorts, clearly with morning wood which was tucked up and to the side. I'm not sure if he noticed me looking, but he had his pyjama bottoms on over his boxers pretty quick
My first glimpse came about a year and a half ago, his mother and her boyfriend own part of a time share, and he invited myself and another one of our friends up on the long weekend he was staying there. At the time share, there are lots of facilities, including a swimming pool and sauna, and little was I to know I'd be wanking over that weekend for a long time to follow. On the first day there, we went swimming, the pool was small, but we were the only ones in, so we decided to all to a length of the pool naked. We all did it, and it was risky too seeing as just as I had finished my lap, we noticed two other people had joined us in the pool, so I quickly pulled my shorts on when I finished. Seeing as our nakedness was masked by the water the whole time, I didn't really see anything, but not for lack of trying.
Afterwards, we came out and sat in the sauna for a bit, still with our shorts on and then went to get changed. The changing rooms were communal, except for a few curtained off bits, and I was determined I should see his penis, but alas, the opportunity never revealed itself as he dove into one of the cubicles to change.
Back at the house, we were playing Fifa on his PS2, in the room where we were spending the night, and as luck would have it, we were playing to see who would get to use the two beds, and which one of us would be sleeping on the floor. I don't remember if we got bored, or how it came about, but the guy whose dick I wanted to see said that whoever didn't come for a naked run was to sleep on the floor. I was pretty shocked, and thought he must have been joking, but he started taking layers off. Me and my other friend started following suit, and with genitals in hand, he opened the window, wearing nothing but his shoes and jumped out. My other friend was next to follow, and I remember my boxers dropping to the floor, then climbing up on the window sill. It wasn't too far down, but I needed both hands for balance, and so launched myself, dick flying everywhere, to meet them on the ground, and I quickly covered my area. We walked for a bit, I kept trying to look at their shlongs, but it was too dark, and they were mainly covered. We ran for a bit, and let go of covering our packages, but I was behind, so I couldn't see anything, but to be honest, it was probably the greatest thing I'd ever felt. We reached a tree, had a team piss, still nothing in view, and then we decided last one back to the house had to sleep on the floor, so we all bolted. It was pretty far, and it is a pretty open place, loads of houses round about, but it was late enough that nobody would see us. We reached the house again, unseen, but realised how high up the window was, and we began to panic a little. One of us found a chair, and so we used it, though wobbly to get back in. I managed to end up the last in, but this worked to my advantage. Though I needed my other friends to help me back in, my dick fully on show, I saw it. He was in the process of pulling up his boxers, but there it was. It was majestic. There are no other words, other than it was the greatest thing I'd ever seen. It wasn't erect or anything, quite soft really, but it was there, and I'd seen it, and this was a triumph. The other two probably had a good stare at my package, which thankfully wasn't hard, probably due to the cold temperatures outside (it was February). I pulled on my boxers, and me and the guy I'm hot for (I'll call him Tom to save time) Me and Tom went to the kitchen, wearing only boxers and a T-Shirt and got some food. I began to get hard, not totally, but there was evidently a bit of a tent going on, which I think Tom saw, and I think he laughed a little. I just want to say now, before going any further, that I think Tom is a little hot for me. I've seen him stare at my package a few times, but I'll get to that in a bit. He wasn't hard at this point which I knew by looking at his boxers
Anyway, I wanked twice over the one glimpse I had, and could barely sleep knowing he was just there, it was so hot.
The next day, We went swimming again, no naked swimming, but still we had to get changed and stuff, though I saw nothing then either. The real excitement came when we went back in the sauna. This time, we went in only our towels, after casually discarding our swimming shorts in the changing room. Tom saw my dick, but I missed seeing his in the change to towels. The three of us (I'll just call the other guy Dan to save time) Me Tom and Dan sat in the sauna, only in towels, and they were pretty loose, at least mine and Dan's were. Anyone passing would probably have seen our dicks through the glass, as we were sitting higher up. Tom then suggested we do it without towels, and I was really hard by this point, so got a little worried. We took our towels off, careful to cover our respective dicks, I needed two hands to keep down my raging boner. I glanced to my left to see if I could see anything, and saw that Dan had an ungodly amount of pubic hair. Tom, I knew, had little hands, so I thought I could use this to my advantage in seeing his thing again, but I was out of luck. We decided to put our towels back, a tricky operation during which my dick went on show for a brief moment. At one point, Tom really needed to piss, Dan and suggested him doing it on the hot coals, which he almost did, but he decided to go and do it in the adjacent communal showers. He whipped of his towel, dick in hands, and went out for a piss. I almost joined him, but stopped myself lest Dan would suspect. He returned, and put his towel back on. Eventually, we agreed we'd been in the sauna long enough, my boner had gone down a bit, by this point. Upon getting out, Tom suggested we shower, to "ex-foliate" and before I knew it, he had flung off his towel and gone into the showers. Dan and quickly followed, I could feel my boner rising again. There were three shower heads, Tom took the middle hot one, the one on its left was taken by Dan, another hot one, but the one on the right of Tom was cold, and I was stuck with it. We washed, dicks covered awkwardly be hands, but then Tom's hands dropped to get some soap out, and there it hung. It was much bigger than the night before, as though he had a semi-hard-on. I stopped and stared, my dick positively throbbing in my hands, and I let them drop too, my erection on full show. Dan had let go too, his dick was long, not too thick, but still not bad looking as he greased it up. My eyes caught his and we laughed awkwardly. Tom was soaping up, but it was hard to make out much more. We got out of the showers, my dick fully erect, but now covered by my hands. There was an awkward reaching for towels, I got mine last and we each pulled them on. When I was wrapping mine round, we were in the open area of the changing room, and Tom already had his on. I had to let my penis go to get the towel on, and I saw Tom looking right at it! I took a little longer to cover it up than I would of, then passed him a comment saying not to stare or something like that, and we got changed.

I went home later that day, and didn't see his dick again for another year, on our return to the time share, but a lot happened that year. That year was the year Tom lost his virginity, a year he and I saw a lot of each other. There were a few occasions I can think of note to our sexual relationship (though there isn't actually one, [that he knows of]) One being him staying at my house. We were watching Good Luck Chuck, waiting for the sex scene montage, but he fell asleep. I watched it, a little turned on. I woke him and suggested a naked run. He wasn't going for it and we just went up to my room. After five minutes, the lights were out, and I tried one more time to convince him into going on a naked run. He wasn't keen, but I told him I was going, and so I went back downstairs stripped off, and went out the big window in my lounge, and went out through my garden and into the road. It was three in the morning, so I made it quite far before I decided to turn back as it was too risky in case people saw me. I came back in, still fully naked, and came upstairs, carrying my clothes. It was dark, and he was asleep, or so I thought until he murmured something asking if I was naked. I confirmed, and got into the bed, he was sleeping on the mattress on the floor. The next morning, I saw him with morning wood in his boxers, but said nothing.

Our next three encounters happened involving a shower. The first time, I was at his house, and a big group of us were going camping for his birthday, along the coast. Before we went, me him and Dan were at his for his birthday barbecue, and Tom said he needed a shower, and asked if I wanted to come and have one with him. Naturally, I jumped at the chance,thinking one of my fantasies was about to come true. we went up to the shower, and stripped down to our boxers, and then he said we should wash our hair, and we took it in turns to wash each others hair. I couldn't take my eyes of his bulge, though it wasn't overly bulging, and felt my self get a bit hard. Neither of us got full nude, and the experience was over pretty quickly
The next time time, we were at a New Years party, and we both stayed over. in the morning, Tom went for a shower, but he couldn't work it, and asked me for some help. At this point, there was a lot of people I barely know around, the kind who would spread rumours without second thought, so I said no. I kind of regret that now, but it was probably for the best. After, we went back to our houses, but he was locked out, so we both headed down to mine, my parents were out at the time. He sat downstairs and watched trashy TV, whilst I had a shower, leaving the bathroom door unlocked. I put my pyjamas on, and came back down. We watched TV for a bit, until he got a text from his mum saying they would be home in five minutes. As he went to leave, I told him he should stay and we could have a naked day, but he declined. I told him I was anyway, and I gave him the keys to get out. I stripped down to by boxers there and then, and as he opened the door I got starkers. My dick was hard and fully out and he turned, saw it and laughed. I called after him, but he didn't come back, but I think he enjoyed the sight.
The next time I remember was the same sort of situation with him being locked out, and we came back to mine. We were in my room, and I said I was going for a shower, taking off my clothes in the room, whilst he stared at the computer screen. I came back from my shower, only in a towel, closed the door because my parents were in and he turned around. I stayed in my towel for a bit, brushing my teeth, then announced that I was getting changed, so he wouldn't turn around. At the point when I dropped my towel, he turned, and saw my dick, blaming me for him seeing it, but in his turning around, I knew he wanted to see it.
Nothing happened for a while after that, but then one night, just as I was drifting off, my phone was off, me not realizing it was on loud. It was Tom, saying he was locked out, and wondered if he could come in and stay the night. The mattress on the floor was covered in junk, so we got into my bed together. I told him I had been sleeping naked before he came (A lie) and that his turning up wasn't going to change that. I pulled my clothes off, covered by my duvet, and we tried to get to sleep. I was too excited to sleep, and naturally had a massive boner. He looked asleep, and at one point went to the toilet, fully exposed, and I think he saw. He was asleep (or so it seemed) when I returned, and so I slept, or at least tried to sleep, with my cock fully exposed for him to see. During the night I kept edging a little closer, pretending it was sleep movement, and I'm pretty sure he was awake, because he sort of mentioned it the next morning. I must have slept at one point, and got a bit cold during, because I woke up with my covers on me. He was still asleep, and I contemplated putting my boxer shorts back on. I had a hard on, but I wasn't so adventurous in the morning as I had been the night before, which I so regret now. I wish he could have seen my dick in daylight. He woke not long after me, and suddenly remembered I had been naked, and asked if I still was. I said yes, and then he decided to get up. We had a really bizarre moment just then, because in getting up, he sort of straddled me over my covers, and awkwardly laughed about him having seen my erection during the night, calling me six inches, saying it was a compliment. He sat there for a good minute or two. This was the closest our erect cocks had ever come to each other, I knew he was erect because when he got off me, he had clear morning wood, and stood with it eye level to my lying down. He watched me stare at it, smiling triumphantly, like he had confirmed his dick was bigger than mine. He pulled on his jeans which were just at the side of the bed, so I took the opportunity to find my boxers. I pulled the covers off me, revealing my erection, which he looked at. I sat up, hunched a little as if to hide it, though I wasn't. I reached to where I knew my boxers were, and stood up, pulling them on. I went to the toilet, erection evident through my boxers, and still there when I returned, but I pulled on some trousers to try and mask it.
The next encounter, I actually saw his dick. Well, sort of. We were back at the time share, and after a swim and sauna in our towels, we were about to go into the showers. Tom, Dan and I stood there a little awkward, not wanting to be the first one to get naked, but I decided to take the plunge, flinging off my towel, dick uncovered, and into the shower, facing the wall. Dan took the one next to me, Tom next to him, both of them covered there dicks. I turned to face forward and closed my eyes, enjoying the moment. I saw them both looking, but I didn't mind because I only had a semi, if that. I turned around again and soaped up my dick, as did the other two. I inadvertently saw Dan's, and it was definitely thicker than the last time. I then tried to see Tom's, but all I saw was him whacking it up and down, like you do when your trying to get a quick boner, and it was so fast, I couldn't really make anything out from it other than t was pretty long. I have been wanking over this for months. We went out of the shower, without me seeing anything more, but I stood naked and hard, with a towel in my hand. Dan was already in a cubicle, and Tom had just wrapped his towel around him. I tried to whip him, "trying" to cover my dick, hoping that he would drop his towel, or whip me back. Neither happened, but I tried again, when we were in the cubicles, and this time he did whip back. I tried to grab the towel, so he would have to let me see his cock if he wanted it back. but I missed it. In the cubicle, I was really really hard, and so wanked off, producing an unholy amount of spunk, into my wet pair of swimming shorts, which was pretty hard to hide from the others seeing that they were full of cum. I succeeded and went home that day.
And then came the Empty. My parents were away for the weekend, and I was staying at home for one night before going to see my brother. I would have gone through to my brothers the same day as they had left, but my friend's Dad was having a Blues night, which I was keen to go to. Naturally, having an empty house, I invited the three (including Dan) back to mine for beers and fun. Later on, Tom and some others came down, must have been around midnight, and we had a bit of a wild night. For some reason, the eight of us (minus the guy who passed out on the landing) slept in my room. Four of us in my bed, three on the floor and one on my sofa. I was in the bed, but it is not big enough for four, and so we spooned. We had to negotiate who would be spooning how, and by some miracle, I ended up against the wall, spooning Tom. He was pretty wrecked, and had fallen asleep pretty fast. I had a boner at thought of sleeping in this way with him, and I positioned myself so as that it was poking into his covered ass. Then I had a thought. He was wearing a thin cotton pair of pyjama bottoms a t-shirt and nothing else. Carefully, I crept my hand onto his waist, as "innocent sleep movement". My hand progressed from his waist to his thigh, and finally up to his crotch. I couldn't believe what I was doing! For so long, I had wanted to touch him, wank him, suck him and fuck him, and I was getting my shot. I started rubbing his soft cock through the pyjamas, my other hand on my own dick. It soon transpired that he was too deep in sleep to notice, and then I just went for it. With one hand, I lifted the waistband of his pyjamas, and slipped my other into the warmth of his crotch. I started with his balls, which were surprisingly quite small in comparison to mine. His sack was pretty much radiating heat, and it felt so good to touch, I couldn't even feel any hair on it! Then my hand moved to his dick. It was soft, and bigger than mine was when flaccid. I started rubbing it a little, hoping it would soon get hard, but the results were minimal, it only growing about an inch or so. Then i tried to pull back the foreskin over the head (I have a tight foreskin and so it is rarely able to do so) The head was easily the most amazing thing I have ever touched. It was so fleshy, and soft, and felt like a dry tongue, my hands not running over it smoothly. I kept my hand on his dick, fondling him for about ten minutes, with pretty minimal results in growth. And then he gave little jolt. I almost panicked, but decided to keep my hand, rested on his dick. He stirred a little, moving a little more onto his side, away from me, and quickly I slipped my hand out. I waited a few minutes before I could tell he was asleep again, and slipped my hand back under his pyjamas. It was hard. It was big, hard, and the most beautiful thing I've ever touched. It felt so good in my hand, and I could tell it was far bigger than my 5-and-a-half-inches, I would say at least 8". I slipped the foreskin down again, and felt the head in my hand. I wanted him, I wanted him so bad. began to wank him off, with as little as movement as possible, so as not to disturb the others. It proved difficult, so I placed one hand, fondling his balls, trying to work my way to his ass-hole, with the other, I rubbed the tip with my thumb, a technique I have used many time to make myself cum. His cock got harder, but my attempt to find his anus was flawed by the awkwardness of the angle, so I went back to fondling his balls. It was the best moment of my life, his dick was almost pulsating, he was about to cum! And then he woke up with a start. I got my hands out of there quick enough for him not to notice, but I knew I couldn't try it again. He mumbled something, and got out of the bed, and left the room. A minute later, I got up, and went downstairs to get a drink. I saw the downstairs bathroom light was on, and I knew it was Tom in there. I got my water, and went through to my lounge, and lay on my sofa with the lights on, and the door ajar, hoping that on his return upstairs, he would look in. I almost got my dick out and had a wank, so that he would walk in, and I so wish that I had, but sadly, I chickened out. He did come in, my dick was hard, but covered, and he still had a semi. He laughed, then went away, and I regretted not being naked, who knows, he might have joined me for a wank if I'd put some porn on. The only thing of note the next morning, was my seeing his flaccid package through his pyjamas, poking out a little, because it is so big.


And so, that was that, and they are all the encounters I can remember. Sorry it was so long, I just really go into writing it.