Date: Sat, 16 Apr 2005 00:43:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: terrance phillips
Subject: Pretending to Sleep - Chapter 2

            The next morning I woke up very groggy and with a raging
hard-on.  Ron was already up playing a game on my computer still in his
briefs.

            "Good morning." I said.

            "Mornin'" he replied.

            "Did you sleep okay?" I asked. "Sometimes it's hard to
get to sleep the first night on a waterbed.

            "I slept awesome dude." He answered.  "You?"

            "Like a rock." I answered.  "It takes quite a bit to wake
me up; you'd have to really shake me to get me up." I lied, I was
actually a pretty light sleeper since his slight movements the night
before had woken me up.

            I figured since he'd be here for the week and he hadn't
said anything about our encounter the previous night, he wanted it to be
a secret.  Since I really enjoyed it I was more than happy to continue
the charade.

            "What do you want to do today?" I asked.

            "Dunno, you?" He answered.

            "Whatever" I said.

            "You gonna get out of bed or what?" He asked.

            "umm. Well . ." I stammered

            "Dude, what's the matter do you have morning wood or
something?" he asked

            "Yeah" I said.

            "Its okay, we're both guys here, get up so we can get
going" he replied.

            "Alright, alright." I answered.

            I got up and noticed he was watching me very intently while
trying not to appear to be.  My hard-on was extremely noticeable through
the tight fabric of my briefs.  It was also bigger than it's ever been
since I hadn't any release the previous night.

            "Nice package John" said Ron deliberately turning to look
at my crotch with a mischievous grin on his face.

            "Very funny Ron." I said.

            "Just kidding, let's go" He answered without erasing the
grin from his face.

            My parents and I had gone to get Ron pretty late the night
before since they had a late flight out so he hadn't gotten much of a
chance to see the rest of the house.  When he arrived we went up to my
room and played video games until bed betting on who would win the most
games.

            "This house is huge!" Ron exclaimed as we made our way down
to the kitchen.  Although we'd been friends since he had moved here
during our Junior year he'd never been to my house before because I
lived so far away from school.  My dad brought me to school each morning
forty-five minutes away.

            "Yeah, my Mom and Dad own a computer company based right out
of the house.  My dad has a pretty big computer lab here in the house."
I told him.

            "Can we go see it?" he asked excitedly.

            "Nope.  It's locked up." I answered.

            "You don't know where the key is?" he asked.

            "It's a biometric lock" I told him not knowing if he knew
what it meant.

            "Cool.  When he gets back do you think he would mind showing
me?" he asked

            I have to admit I was pretty surprised he was interested in
seeing the lab; usually guys that looked like him didn't really care too
much about computers.  With a computer company right in your house, it
was tough not to have an interest besides I thought of myself as a
computer geek like my Dad.

            "I'm sure he'd love to," I chuckled "Funny, you don't
look like a computer geek to me."

            "Yeah, well neither do you." He said with a straight face.

            "Ron, I'd give my left nut to look like you." I said.

            "Why? You're pretty good looking." He answered

            I have to admit to being shocked.  Here was a guy whose looks
made every other guy in the school jealous and nearly all of the girls
giddy when he walked by telling me I was good looking.

            "That's not funny Ron." I said. "I'm not under any
misconceptions that I'm anything more than average looking."

            "What are you talking about?" he said seriously. "You're
a good looking guy, trust me."

            I just shrugged.

            After breakfast I told Ron to go on up and use the shower in
the bathroom connected to my room and I'd use the one in my parents
bathroom.  We headed upstairs where I got my clothes and headed to the
shower.  When I finished I came back to my room to find Ron waiting. He
as dressed in a pair of form fitting jeans and a white shirt with his
hair carefully combed and gelled.

            "So what do you want to do today?" I asked.

            "Whatever you want." He said.

            We decided to go play some basketball for awhile.  Ron
decided to "make it interesting" by betting on who would win.

            "It's not a fair bet" I said, "You're like a half a foot
taller than me"

            "I'm actually not that good at basketball." He answered.
"Why do you think I'm not on the school team, everyone assumes that
when you're a little taller than most people you're good at
basketball.  Besides, you have to be pretty good since you have a hoop
and all."

            "Okay fine.  What's the bet?" I asked.

            "Same as last night, loser gives a massage to the winner"

            "You're on!" I exclaimed.

            He was right, he sucked at basketball, at first I thought he
might have lost intentionally, but he had really been trying and played
so poorly it couldn't have been fake.  He just wasn't good at
basketball at all.

            "Great game John, I wouldn't have thought a short guy like
you would play that well." He laughed out of breath. "Guess you get the
massage tonight."

            We had a quick lunch and then jumped into my Mitsubishi
Eclipse to go to the mall.

            "Nice car." said Ron.

            "Yeah, my dad calls it my "sneaker" since it reminds him
of a black high-top." I told him.

            "Your dads a funny guy" he laughed.  "It does sort of look
like a sneaker."

            We wandered around the mall for a while then took in a
movie.  After the movie I asked Ron if he wanted to go to Micky D's for
dinner.

            "Sure." He answered.  "I don't have too much money
though."

            "Don't worry about it; my dad left me enough money for the
two of us to have a pretty good time this week.  Don't feel bad about my
paying for stuff.  I think it was my dad's way of making sure I would
feel too guilty to have a party." I answered.

            "With how nice your house is, I don't blame him for being
worried." He said.

            "Do you want to go back for a swim?" I asked.

            "Yeah, that would be great; it's a pretty warm day."

            We got back to my house and headed up to my room to change.
Ron grabbed his trunks and went into my bathroom.  I got undressed while
he was in the bathroom and was pulling on my swim trunks as he walked out
of the bathroom ready to go.

            "Oh! Sorry dude." He said.

            I noticed he gone a little pale and there was a pained look
on his face.

            "No problem." I said. "Are you alright?"

            "Yeah, I'm fine." He said, still a little pale.

            "You sure?" I asked.

            "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine" he said with a smile and some of
the coloring coming back into his face.

            It was about 7:00pm by the time we got into the pool.  We
stayed in a couple of hours fooling around.  As we were swimming it
struck me again just how good looking Ron was.  He had what I consider to
be the perfect male form.  He was tall, had broad shoulders with a great
V shaped torso.  He had an extremely well defined six pack and those
awesome definition lines going down from his hips into his shorts.  His
legs were muscular but not too much so.  I also noticed he didn't have
very much body hair.

            I was also surprised at myself, I'd lever looked at another
guy this way and it was a little scary.  I'd never gotten as aroused as
I had been the previous night when I had his dick in my hand.

            "Do you work out a lot?" I asked him.

            "Not really." He answered.

            "Uhh, I hate you!" I said smiling.

            "Why?" he asked.

            "Come on, look at you.  How can you be built like that
without working out?"

            "Luck I guess." He said. "Besides, my dad makes me do a
lot of chores around the house and my mom's sort of a health food nut.
Not a vegetarian or anything, but we don't get much junk food or red
meat and stuff."

            "Oh.  I don't get too much junk food either" I replied.

            "It shows." He answered.  "You're too hard on yourself.
You're pretty well built too.  People don't notice it because you
don't dress like you're proud of your body."

            That gave me pause for thought, I'd always considered myself
average looking so I dressed and carried myself that way.  Ron was always
dressed pretty well and walked around like he owned the planet.

            "I'm tired dude." Ron said.

            "Okay, I said. "Why don't we hit the showers and get ready
for bed."

            "Great." He said.

            We headed back up to my room.  I grabbed my tightest pair of
tightie whities and went to my parent's bathroom.  Once again when I got
back to my room, Ron was sitting at the computer in his briefs waiting
for me.

            "You shower awfully quickly." I said.

            "My dad makes me, he complains about the cost of hot
water."

            "Don't worry about it here.  Take as long as you'd like."
I answered

            "You ready for your massage?" he asked.

            I could feel my heart beating faster. "Yeah, I guess so." I
said nervously.

            "Okay, lay down on the bed." He said.  He sounded nervous
too.

            I lay down on the bed and Ron got on and straddled me sitting
on my butt and started giving rubbing my shoulders.  I couldn't believe
how good it felt.

            "You're muscles are wicked tight." He said.

            "That feels really good." I said.

            "Hasn't anyone ever rubbed your muscles for you?" he
asked.

            "Nope." I said.

            "Have you ever had a girlfriend?" he asked.

            "Nope." I said again self consciously. "At least not a
steady one."

            "Well don't feel bad, I haven't either." He said.

            "What?  How is that possible?" I asked incredulously.

            "Well, I just didn't want to go out with a girl who wanted
to go out with me just because of my looks.  Whoever I go out with I want
to like me for me, not for the way I look." He answered.

            I was really surprised by that answer.  After all, most guys
didn't care why a girl wanted to go out with them, just as long as they
did.

            "I guess I can understand that." I said.

            He had worked his way down to my lower back.  I was really
enjoying what he was doing.  After he finished my lower back he slid down
the bed sitting on my calves and started to rub the backs of my legs.

            "You've got pretty muscular legs" he said.

            "Thanks." I said.

            As he was rubbing my legs, I noticed that his fingers would
lightly brush up against my balls every so often and that he was spending
quite a bit more time on that area of my body than he had anywhere else.

            After a while he moved down to my calves.  I used the
opportunity to concentrate on making my erection go down since I knew he
was going to have me turn over.

            "Okay," he said. "Flip over."

            I turned over slowly noticing that as I did his eyes were
locked on my crotch.  He slid back up my body and sat down so his butt
was just inches above my dick.  I could see the obvious erection he had
as I glanced at his crotch.

He continued the massage working slowly down my body starting with my
shoulders, working down to my chest and then my abdomen.  Every so often
as he rubbed my abdomen his fingers would slip under my underwear
waistband as if he wanted to go further but was stopping himself.  He
then worked his way down my legs.  Through my almost completely closed
eyes I noticed he never took his eyes off my crotch.

"All done." He said finally.

"Thanks." I responded.

I got out of bed and turned off the lights using the glowing green light
of my alarm clock to make my way back over to the bed and got in.

"'Night Ron." I said.

"'Night John." He answered sleepily.

I lay on my left side facing Ron, who was also lying on his left side
facing away from me, concentrating on making my breathing sound as if I
were sleeping and wondering if Ron was going to try anything tonight.

About a half hour after I turned out the lights, I was on the edge of
really falling asleep when I felt Ron slowly backing up toward me.  This
must have been how he had gotten so close to me the night before.  He
moved very slowly trying to reduce the amount of water movement and
making it seem like he was just moving in his sleep.

After about ten minutes he was right up against me.  It was then that he
slowly reached behind himself, gently grabbed my hand and very carefully
pulled it over himself.  My hand ended up just brushing his already very
hard dick.  I waited about a minute and then closed my hand around it.

I can still remember to this day how intense this felt.  I could feel his
heartbeat throbbing through his dick and also felt in resonating through
his back onto my chest.  His breath was coming in fast, nervous gasps.  I
was mesmerized by how alive he felt, how soft the skin on his back felt
against my chest, how hard his abdominal muscles felt under the soft skin
covering them, and by how hard his curved dick was.

My raging hard-on came instantly back.  It felt even harder then it had
that morning.  After a few minutes of grasping his dick, I felt Ron start
turning to lie on his back.  Since he was lying right against me, he was
forcing me onto my back in the process; I lost the grip on his cock
during the turn.   I had told him I was a heavy sleeper that morning, but
he was still moving slowly in an effort to keep me from waking up.

After about five minutes of lying side by side like this, I felt him grab
my left arm and gently place it back on his cloth covered dick.  Once
again I waited a short time and closed my hand around it.  After a couple
of minutes, Ron slowly reached over and started rubbing my dick up and
down through my underwear and every so often gently caressed my balls.

Suddenly he stopped and put his hand back on his own chest.

"John," he whispered. "You awake?"

I lay there quietly trying to keep my heartbeat normal and my breathing
even.  Even if I had been awake I certainly wouldn't have said anything
if I'd woken up to find my hand wrapped around his very hard dick.  I
would've thought I had put it there myself!

Satisfied that I was still asleep, he gently lowered his underwear to
just below his balls.  Since he had done it slowly and evenly, my hand
stayed on his cock, but as his underwear pulled loose it ended up wrapped
directly around it.

I knew that holding someone else's cock was going to feel different from
holding my own, but actually doing it is incredible.  I'm still amazed
to this day at how something can be so hard and soft at the same time.
With his underwear covering it, I hadn't gotten a full appreciation of
how it felt to hold another guy's dick since I wasn't able to reach
completely around it.  His dick, like mine was a pretty good thickness;
it had to be about five and a half inches around.  It seemed to be a bit
longer than mine, but that was hard to tell because of the curve.

Holding him was once again igniting things inside me I had never felt
before.  I wanted to turn over on top of him and kiss him.

"Where did that come from?" I thought.  "Am I gay?"

It was then I decided I didn't care if I was or not, holding Ron's hard
dick was the most electrifying thing I had ever felt.

I held his cock like this for a few minutes before Ron started taking
things to the next step.  I heard him reach behind and turn the alarm
clock to that the weak light of the LEDs fell across my face.  I realized
that this would be more than enough light to see by for someone whose
eyes had adjusted to the darkness of my bedroom.

Ever so slowly he got up onto his right shoulder and elbow reached over
and gently started lowering the sheet.  I could feel the gentle caress as
it slowly made its way down my body.  I chanced a slit-eyed glance in his
direction and could vaguely see his eyes riveted to a space just above
the sheet as it slid down my torso.  He stopped for just a moment as the
sheet exposed my waistband his breath coming in even faster gasps.  He
seemed to get control of himself and resumed lowering the sheet until it
was a few inches below my balls.

I could feel his rapid heartbeat racing through his cock and could see
that he was shaking.  I got the impression he was trying to get control
of his breathing before he went further.

"John, you awake?" he whispered again in a quivering voice.

Once again I remained completely quiet and waited.  He relaxed slightly
and through my mostly closed eyes, I watched as he slowly moved his left
hand toward me; it was shaking pretty badly.  I felt more than saw his
hand make its way into the left leg opening of my briefs and come to a
stop as he wrapped his fingers tightly around the shaft of my dick.  He
was breathing so rapidly I was afraid he was going to faint.   While
firmly holding my dick, I felt his face slowly coming toward mine.  I
quickly closed my eyes fully as he got closer to me to maintain the
fiction of sleep as his lips gently met mine and ever so slowly moved
away.

He had kissed me!  The best looking male senior in my High School had
just kissed me!  Okay so it wasn't one of those open mouthed animal like
kisses everyone talks about, but I think the slow gentle shy one he gave
me showed more passion than anything else I'd ever felt while being
kissed by any of the few girls I had kissed.

He then started working his way slowly down my body giving me small light
kisses in a line as he made his way down.  He stopped suddenly, got up,
and straddled me my hand pulling away from its new home on his dick as he
moved.  It was all I could do to maintain my slow even breathing as he
began slowly lowering my underwear.  I chanced another peek at him, since
he was straddling me around my knees he was just a dark shape toward the
end of the bed.  I could, however, very clearly see my own body
illuminated by the alarm clock.  I assumed he was watching as my dick and
balls were slowly revealed as my underwear came down.

He stopped lowering them when my balls were completely revealed and just
sat there staring at me.  After a minute or so of looking, he reached
down and pulled my dick away from my body and started slowly moving his
hand up and down it.

No one had ever touched my erect dick before let alone played with it so
I was completely unprepared for the waves of pleasure I felt.  I almost
blew my load right then, but I wanted this to last and to see how far
he'd go so I concentrated on holding back.

After a few minutes he stopped moving his hand and began to lower his
face toward my dick.  I nearly jumped as I felt his tongue touch the
underside of my dick at the point it met my balls.  He slowly licked his
way up the shaft stopping briefly at the notch between the shaft and
head.  When he reached the tip, I felt his lips wrap tightly around the
head.  Very slowly he sucked more of me into his mouth, I could feel the
slight pop as the head of my dick made it past his lips and he lowered
himself down the shaft.

I knew he hadn't had much practice at this since I could feel the slight
scrape of his teeth on my dick (not enough to really hurt me) and he
could only get a couple of my roughly six inches into his mouth.  But
since I was receiving my first blow job and it was from my Best Friend, I
wasn't going to complain!

It only took a couple of minutes before I felt the familiar feeling of an
incipient orgasm.  My hips involuntarily started thrusting into the hot
recesses of his mouth, I thought for sure he was going to pull his mouth
off, but as he felt the insistence of my body he more firmly clamped his
lips over the shaft and started moving his tongue frantically around my
dickhead.

That was more than I could take my entire body went rigid, my toes curled
and the whole world seemed to stop as my dick erupted in his mouth
coating his tongue with spurt after spurt of my cum as he worked it
around the head.  I could hear him frantically swallowing my load taking
everything I shot out at him.  He sucked every last drop out of me giving
me that nearly unbearable genital tickle you get after Cumming.

He finally released my dick from his mouth sat up and started frantically
jerking himself off.  He also went rigid and I felt hot ropes of cum hit
my softening dick.  After a minute or so of heavy breathing he slowly
pulled my underwear up over my cum covered dick and laid back down beside
me gave me another gentle kiss, rolled over and went to sleep.

After a few minutes, I quietly reached into my underwear got a bit of his
cum on my fingers and brought it to my mouth.  A lot of people say cum
tastes like bleach, not his, it actually tasted pretty good -- a little
salty maybe.  I decided I'd have to find a way to do to him what he had
done to me without appearing to be awake.  With that in mind, I feel
asleep more satisfied than I had ever been before.


For those of you wondering this story is based on a real experience.  The
names have been changed and some of the circumstances embellished but it
did really happen.  I'm sure everyone is wondering whether Ron knew or
figured out that I was awake during these encounters.  If I'm still
holding your interest, let me know.