Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2001 14:58:37 EDT
From: Steward1967@aol.com
Subject: John and Me II
The next several weeks after my experience with John went by without
any excitement. I was too nervous to be overtly sexual with him when we
were together and (as far as I know) he made no more advances toward me
while I slept. The memory of that morning, feeling him suck my cock while
he thought I was asleep, however, stayed with me for a long time. I'll
have to admit that I was a little confused by his actions. In no way,
during our time together did he give any impression that he was in the
least bit interested in me sexually. I began to wonder if he was himself
half unconscious while he sucked me that morning. Nevertheless, I
continued to think about that morning and wanted to have it happen again.
About two months after it happened I was really getting frustrated. I
was afraid to even masturbate anymore, hoping that I might get hard and
tempt John again with my exposed rigid cock in the morning. One night,
while he was out with some friends I was about at my breaking point. I had
assumed that he would be out for a while that night and planned on jacking
off in the time when he was away. I was so horny I made quite a production
out of the whole affair. I took a shower that night and came back to the
room and locked the door. I was wearing my robe and stood in front of the
mirror and let the robe open so I could see my naked body. My cock was
already half hard and in no time at all it was pointing straight at my own
reflection. I softly rubbed my hand across my balls and let it slide
across my cock. It had been so long since I had masturbated that pre- cum
was already oozing from my hole. I rubbed the pre-cum on my index finger
and spread my legs apart. I placed my slick index finger on my asshole and
let it glide gently around it. I was beginning to feel confined by my robe
and let it fall to the floor. I knew that even if John returned I would
have plenty of time to pick up the robe and put it back on while I heard
him unlocking the door since our lock was a little tricky. I relaxed and
let my finger slide about an inch up my hole. Another drop of pre-cum fell
onto my wrist as I fingered myself. I scooped it up with my other index
finger and placed it on my tongue. I loved the taste of my own pre-cum -
so smooth and musky. I let the juice lay on my tongue and then I
swallowed.
I regarded myself in the mirror and was pleased. My cock was as hard
as it had ever been. I could have cum just doing what I was doing now if I
had wanted to but I needed this so badly that I wanted to make it last. I
removed my finger from my hole and began stroking my cock slowly, watching
myself in the mirror getting turned on by seeing John's bed in the
background. I wanted to lay on his bed and jack off watching myself in the
mirror but I was too nervous. My mind was racing with the dirtiest
thoughts. I went over to his dresser and opened the top drawer. I had
never been so bold before but I knew that that was the drawer where he kept
his underwear. The white briefs were neatly folded in short stacks. I let
my finger run across the fly front of one of the briefs then, without
thinking, picked the pair up and held it in front of my hard cock. I
closed the drawer and returned to the mirror. I hadn't worn briefs in
years. I had always preferred boxers and when I was old enough to buy my
own underwear they were all I ever bought. I remembered how they felt,
though, and wanted to feel John's clean white briefs against my cock. I
listened outside the hallway, a victim of my own paranoia, and then slipped
the briefs around my waist.
My hard cock pressed against the fabric. The cotton massaged my cock
gently and my aching balls rested comfortably underneath. I rubbed my cock
through the fabric and imagined John's cock being inside the briefs where
my cock now pulsed with excitement. My pre-cum had already soaked through
the fabric and I played with it for a moment. The excitement was getting
to me, however, and I knew that I wasn't going to be able to wait any
longer. I jumped up on my bed and once again rubbed my cock through the
fabric. I lifted the waistband and let my cock head poke out from
underneath as I layed the elastic band against the underside of my cock.
The pressure was exciting. I rubbed the waist band against the underside
of my cock. I knew that at any second my cock would erupt with cum and I
wanted to shoot my load so badly that I closed my eyes in anticipation of
the great release. The instant before I came I heard John fidgeting with
the lock.
I abandoned my robe on the floor, knowing that I would not have enough
time to put it on before he got into the room. I could be messy at times
so he wouldn't think anything of it. I opted to pull the sheets of my bed
over my half-naked body and waited for John to enter. I arranged my sheets
so that my hard cock was not obvious underneath them. As John entered the
room I thought I was going to lose my mind. I had gotten so close to
cumming that I was half tempted to shoot my load right then and just not
let him know. It wouldn't have taken much -- just a few quick strokes of
my finger. As he passed through the doorway, however, my nervousness made
my cock begin to get soft.
"You sleeping with the lights on?" John asked, entering the room and
seeing that my eyes were still open.
"No, just getting ready to." I managed through my frustration and
guilt.
"I'm exhausted," he said, unbuttoning his pants in preparation for
going to bed.
"I'm surprised you're home so early," I said, trying not to sound like
he had interrupted anything.
"Oh, I just couldn't do any more," he said. "I need some sleep."
"I know the feeling," I said.
Just then someone down in the courtyard outside our window started
yelling up to one of the rooms. We were on the fourth floor of our dorm
and without fail every night someone would be making noise down in the
courtyard. Both John and I were nosy by nature. Any time there was even
the slightest noise one of us would poke his head between the drapes and
check out the scene. Tonight it was John's turn since he was already up.
"What's going on?" I asked.
John continued to peek between the drapes. "You gotta see this," he
said.
"What is it?" I asked, not wanted to get out from under my sheets.
"Come here," he said.
I didn't want to ignore him, thinking that he might be more suspicious
if I didn't come over. I just hoped he didn't look over until after I got
my robe on. I jumped out of bed an adjusted my cock in his briefs. As I
bent over to retrieve my robe he turned around. "It's Tom and Vic," he
said. "Mooning some girls."
I wrapped my robe around me and walked toward the window. I stood
behind John and peeked through the window with him. My chest rested
against his shoulder and the heat from his body made my cock begin to get
hard again. I tried to distract myself but I was loving the feeling of his
body close to mine. And the fact that I was wearing his underwear made it
even more exciting. I looked through the window at Tom and Vic pulling
their pants down and showing their naked asses to some girls down in the
courtyard. More naked men. That wasn't going to help bring my erection
down. Tom and Vic were both hot enough when they had clothes on. Seeing
their asses and the occasional glimpse of their soft cocks got me turned on
all over again.
"What a couple of assholes," I said, my breath on John's neck.
John laughed at my unintentional joke and he pulled his body back
closer toward me. I pulled back in response. He let the drapes close and
we both walked away from the window.
"I can't believe they did that," he said, walking toward his dresser.
"Me neither," I said.
He opened his top dresser drawer and ran his hands through his briefs.
He closed the drawer. "They really are idiots," he said.
"I know," I managed nervously. What was he doing in that drawer? Did
he see me wearing his briefs? If he did, he never let on. Maybe he was
just checking to see if he had anything clean for tomorrow. I doubted
that. There were at least a dozen pairs in there.
He finished taking his pants off and I stood there afraid to remove my
robe. Unconsciously, I watched him as he undressed. When he got down to
his briefs I got embarrassed and looked away. When I looked again he had
already changed into his jersey gym shorts he always slept in. I loved the
way those shorts looked on him. The way they layed against his cock,
allowing the outline of his head to just show through. I just had to look.
I was so horny by now that I started to get more daring. My cock was
stiff under my robe and I wanted so badly to take it off. John layed down
on his bed and I stood in front of him, took my robe off and got into my
bed not making eye contact with him. I couldn't tell if he was looking but
if he was he got an eyeful.
We continued to talk about nothing for another half an hour and then
we eventually got silent. My cock had been hard the whole time as I
continued to stroke it as we talked in the dark. I imagined him doing the
same thing with his cock. I was hopeful if nothing else. After ten
minutes of silence there was another noise from the courtyard. I took the
opportunity to once again show off in front of John and went to the window.
I was so horny I felt like I had lost all common sense.
I opened the drapes, allowing the light from the courtyard to
silhouette my body against the window. As far as I could tell there was
nothing going on down there but I lingered in front of the window for a few
moments.
"What's going on?" John asked. I knew he had to know.
"Nothing," I said turning to the side allowing him to see the bulge in
his briefs. I couldn't imagine what was making me so brazen.
I stood there for a moment more and let the drapes close behind me.
Reluctantly, I got back into bed. After a few more moments of silence John
got out of bed. "I'm so damn thirsty," he said walking toward our small
refrigerator.
He got down on his knees and opened the refrigerator door. The light
from the refrigerator was bright. He pulled a bottle of water out and
stood up leaving the door open. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched him
as he drank. The bulge in his shorts was noticeably larger and I could see
spots of pre-cum on them. He rubbed his cock through his shorts with one
hand while he drank. It was the most overtly sexual gesture he had ever
made in front of me but I was beginning to think that I was just reading
something into it since I was so horny. He returned the bottle of water
and closed the refrigerator door. He walked toward the window and peeked
out the drapes.
"Anything going on?" I asked.
"Not really," he said. "I just can't sleep."
"Me neither," I said. "It's too early."
I turned on the light next to my bed so I could see his body. His
cock was definitely harder than it had been but I couldn't tell if he was
really hard. I got out of bed and walked over to the chair where I had
thrown my robe.
"Since when do you wear underwear to bed?" he asked innocently.
"I'm sorry," I managed, nervously, "They're yours. I had to borrow
some." I lied. "I was just going to return them when I washed them. I'm
sorry."
"Shit, I don't care," he said. I just didn't think you liked briefs.
"I don't normally," I said.
By now my robe was safely wrapped around my body and I felt a little
more secure. John sat back down on his bed facing me. He sat cross-legged
and the gap in his shorts between his crotch and his leg offered me a peek
at his cock. I sat down on my own bed so I could get a better view. I
still couldn't tell if he was hard.
"I need the support," he said. I don't know how you can wear boxers.
"I like the freedom," I said, still looking at his cock but trying not
to.
"I guess," he said.
"These aren't bad though," I said, opening my robe a little. "They
have a lot of give up front."
"That's cuz I've stretched them out," he laughed.
"I don't know," I said. "I think we're about the same size."
"I mean when I'm hard," he said, almost blushing.
"Oh," I laughed and just as I looked down at his shorts the head of
his cock began to poke through the leg hole. I tried to pretend not to
notice but I wanted to see it. I adjusted myself on my bed and let my robe
open a little more. My hard cock was poking against the front of John's
briefs and now he could see it though I pretended nothing was happening.
"Getting hard in boxers can be embarrassing," I said, looking at his cock.
"Briefs make it less obvious," he said, absent mindedly brushing his
hand against his exposed cock. "Except for you," he said, laughing
nervously and looking away.
"I'm sorry," I said half-heartedly pulling my robe over myself. "I
was jacking off when you came back."
"I'm sorry, dude," he said. "That sucks."
"It's alright," I said. "It's been a while though."
"For me too," he said.
"I can see," I said nodding toward his crotch.
He looked down at himself and pulled the leg of his shorts down a
little. "Shit! Sorry."
"Oh, please," I offered. "Look at me." I pulled my cock out of the
briefs and it sprang up, pointing toward the ceiling.
"Shit," he said. "Have you been boned this whole time?"
"Yes," I said, placing my cock back into the briefs.
"That's ok," he said. "I came home early cuz I couldn't get past
second with this girl from the bar. I was hoping you were out so I could
do it."
"Well, to be honest," I said, "There is no way that I'm going to get
to sleep tonight without doing it. It's either wait for you to go to sleep
or do it in the bathroom. Either way, it's got to happen."
"I know the feeling," John said. "We should just do it and get it
over with. I don't care if you don't. I'll just look the other way."
"You sure?" I asked. "I really have to."
John layed back on his bed and pulled his shorts down around his legs.
His cock sprang up and he started pulling on it. It was thick and hard,
about 8" long. I sat and watched him for a moment then realized I wasn't
supposed to look. I stood up, took off my robe and pulled off John's
briefs. I laid back on my bed and started stroking my own cock.
Occasionally I looked over and watched John as he stroked. A couple of
times I caught him looking at me and we would both look away quickly. I
slowly rubbed my pre-cum onto my cock, stroking slowly not wanting this
experience to end. I stroked with my right hand and let my left hand
explore my balls. Out of the corner of my eye I watched as John also moved
his left hand onto his balls. I lifted my knees and trailed my fingers
between my ass cheeks. I could see John mirror me once again and turned to
regard him. He was stroking his cock with the same rhythm that I was,
looking toward the ceiling but occasionally casting his glance my way.
I was loving the game we were playing. I stopped stroking my cock and
took my right index finger and retrieved a drop of pre-cum from my cock
head. I placed my finger on my tongue and tasted the juice like I had
earlier that evening. I turned and watched as John savored his own
pre-cum. He closed his eyes and swallowed. I turned on my bed to face
him, sitting up. He turned as well and we jacked our cocks in unison
watching each other and waiting for my next gesture.
"Are you close?" I asked.
"Yes," he said.
"Me too," I said. "I've never seen your cock hard before."
"I've seen yours," he said, staring at it.
"I know," I admitted. "Do you want it again?"
"Yes," he said opening his mouth and licking his lips.
I walked toward him, my cock pointing toward his warm wet mouth. As I
approached, he moved toward the edge of his bed. He opened his mouth and I
placed my cock on his tongue. I was straddling his thighs and I could feel
him jacking his cock faster and faster. His mouth felt wonderful on my
cock. With his left hand he began to explore between my thighs and up to
my ball sack. "You like my cock, don't you?" I asked.
He took my cock to the back of his throat and moaned. I could feel my
cock being pulled down his throat and echoed his moan with a guttural
grunt. He continued to play with my balls while his thumb explored my
asshole. His thumb was wet with the pre- cum from his own cock and it made
me even more aroused. "You want to taste my cum?" I asked.
He let my cock fall out of his mouth and he looked up at me. "Yes,"
he said, licking at my head. "Are you close?"
"Very," I said and he once again engulfed my cock. I reached down and
took his cock in my hand. It was wet with pre-cum and rock hard. From
this awkward position I did my best to run my hand up and down the shaft of
his cock while my roommate serviced my own dick. Before long I could feel
my balls release their load and John gulped hungrily at the spurting cum.
He swallowed every drop, not letting my cock leave his warm mouth until I
was almost in pain with the pleasure.
"I was awake that time you sucked me off," I admitted, watching John
jack off on his bed.
He looked at my cock as it slowly became less hard and licked his
lips. "I've done it at least twenty times," he said not taking his eyes
off my crotch. "And you've sucked me a couple times yourself."
I didn't know what to say. I looked at his cock and tried in vain to
remember.
"It's ok," he said. "Just look at my cock and imagine."
Before I knew it I was on my knees before John trying to spark my
memory with the feel of his cock on my tongue. A full twenty minutes went
by before I remembered even a little of what he had done to me in my sleep.
As his cum shot against the back of my throat I remembered completely.
Those dreams I had been having weren't dreams at all and I was happy to
know that I wouldn't have to wait for this again.