Date: Wed, 20 Apr 2005 20:55:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: terrance phillips
Subject: Pretending to Sleep - Part 4

            My name is Ron and I'm 17 about 6'1" tall.  Since I was
about 14 years old, people have been telling me that I'm extremely good
looking.  I work with my dad on the weekends clearing building lots and
between all of the lifting, and my mother's obsession with healthy
eating, I've gotten a pretty good physique.  I'm not overly muscle
bound or anything but I've got pretty broad shoulders, a washboard
stomach that tapers into a 29" waist and yes those cool lines that
separate my legs from my torso.

More than one girl has told me that she cries herself to sleep over me.
What a line!  Unfortunately for them, I'm gay.  No one knows I'm gay,
I've never been with another guy or anything (not that I haven't been
tempted especially with one guy in particular) but I just have the
feelings other guys do for girls for guys.

My family and I moved here about a year ago but I still don't have many
friends.  I think the other guys are jealous of me because of the way I
look.  Pretty much my only friend is John.  He is also 17 about 5'8"
tall and is really cute, even though he doesn't think so.  I've heard
more then a few girls comment about how cute they thought he was and it
was all I could do not to tell them to stay away from him.

John called me the other day and told me his parents were going away for
a week and said they were going to let him have a friend stay over while
they were gone.  He wanted to know if I'd like to stay.  At first my
parents were hesitant to let me go since John's parents weren't going
to be home, but John's dad called my dad and somehow convinced him it
would be okay.

Since John's parent were catching a late flight out, they picked me up
pretty late on the day they left, so I didn't get to John's house until
after 9:00pm or so.  Even though it was dark, I could tell the house was
huge.  John and I went up to his room, which was about half the size of
my parents' house, and played video games until we got tired enough to
go to bed.  I bet him that that whoever lost the most games would have to
give the winner a full body massage.  I was eager to have him give me a
massage and trounced him.

"I can't believe I lost the bet" said John.

"A bet's a bet John" I answered.

"Isn't this, well a little gay?" he asked.

I was a little annoyed at this point and asked "No, and if you thought
so, why'd you bet in the first place, are you a chicken or something?"

"I don't know," he answered "I guess I didn't figure I'd loose."

"Well you lost so get to it!" I told him.

"Oh alright." He answered.

I started to undress while John just stood there with a dumb look on his
face staring at me.

            "Hey, you don't get to keep your clothes on you know." I
told him.

            "Oh, yeah right." He said coming out of it.

I'd only seen other guys in their underwear briefly in Gym class mostly
wearing boxers or in clothing catalogs, so I was doing my best to control
my tool as I got undressed.

When John took off his pants, I noticed he was also wearing Hanes
briefs.  I almost lost control at that point.  I loved seeing guys in
white briefs.  They have to be the kind with the standard fly though.  I
don't like those man panties a lot of guys call briefs.

"Hey, you wear briefs too?" I asked. "I thought I was the only guy
that still wore them."

"Uh, yeah.  I don't like the way it feels when everything swings
around." He answered.

After that remark, the stirring in my crotch made me decide to change the
subject quickly.

"I've never slept in a waterbed before." I told him as I got into bed
lying down on my stomach to hide my growing tool.

"I've had it for awhile.  It's great in the winter when it gets
cold." He answered.

John straddled me and sat on my butt and began rubbing my shoulders
slowly working his way down to my legs not even touching my butt.  His
fingers did rub up against my nuts a couple of times though, as he rubbed
my inner thighs.

"Okay, all done." He said.

"No, you're only half done." I told him pretending to be sleepy. "You
still have to do the front" I said as I flipped over.

"Where am I supposed to sit?" he asked.

"Same as the back" I answered.

"I'm not sitting on your dick!" he exclaimed a little too quickly.

"You don't have to sit on my dick." I said. "Just straddle me."

My tool was about three quarters hard at this point and I noticed John
checking it out while trying not to seem like he was.

He quickly worked his way down the front of my body.

"Okay, all done." He said, in about half the time it took to do my
back.  He got up, turned out the lights and nearly jumped back into bed.
It was at that point I noticed that his alarm clock threw off enough
light to see by.

John quickly fell asleep on his left side facing me.  As I stared at him
peacefully sleeping I could feel a burning in my eyes.  A wave of despair
fell over me as I realized that he would probably never know how much I
loved him.  I was too afraid to tell him how I felt about him because I
knew it would be the end of our friendship.  He had never given me any
definitive indication that he was gay.

After about a half hour of watching John sleep, he turned onto his back.
It was at that point that I wondered if it would be possible to touch his
tool without him being aware I was doing it.  Suddenly the little head
started doing the thinking for the bigger one and I found myself ever so
slowly moving my hand toward him.

It took about two minutes for my hand to make the journey toward him,
this way if he woke up I could just claim I had been sleeping.  My heart
sped up when my hand hit his hip.  Ever so slowly I moved my hand up
across his hip and toward his cotton sheathed crotch.  This journey took
far less time.  His tool was rock hard and felt to be about the same size
as mine.

I got quite the fright when John rolled back over onto his side facing me
but had the presence of mind to quickly move my hand away from him.
After my heart started beating again, I decided to see how heavily he
actually slept.  I turned over onto my left side facing away from him and
moved back until he was spooning me.  After a couple of minutes like
this, he put his hand around me and rested it on my stomach.

"Perfect!" I thought.  This would make it a whole lot easier.  I pushed
out my stomach which moved his hand out and then quickly pulled my
stomach back in.  His hand slipped a little further down my stomach until
it was resting on my underwear waistband.  I moved up a little turning
slightly so his hand would continue its journey toward my crotch.  After
a bit of maneuvering his hand was resting lightly on my very hard tool.
I nearly yelled in shock as his hand closed around it.  His hand must
have closed involuntarily he probably thought it was his own tool he was
grabbing.

            After about 5 minutes like this I convinced myself if I moved
slowly enough, I could put my hand in his underwear and touch his tool
without anything between it and my hand.  If I was really careful, and
lucky, I might even get a chance to feel how big his nuts were.  They
looked way bigger than mine based on the bulge in his briefs.  The
thought of being able to pull this off sped up my pulse and my breathing.

            Ever so slowly I began to turn onto my back forcing him
(since he was so close to me) onto his back.  When he was finally lying
on his back, I reached over and slowly slid my hand into his briefs and
encountered nothing.  I was a little surprised.  His tool should have
been there!  I moved my hand slightly to the right and finally struck
gold.  I used my index finger to slowly measure the size of his tool
being careful not to wake him up.  He, like me, was cut, and seemed to be
about the same length as me, around six or six and a half inches, except
it was perfectly straight.

My tool has a pretty sharp bend to the left about 3/4 of the way down the
shaft.  I always figured this was the way everyone was and it had to do
with the path it took inside a girl.  I slowly moved my hand back down
his shaft until I came to his nuts.  I was right but still surprised.
Each one had to be about three inches long and about two inches wide,
almost twice as big as mine.  I have pretty big hands and I could barely
fit them both in one hand at the same time.

I moved my hand back up to his shaft and closed my hand around it.  It
was about the same width as mine so that put it around five and a half
inches or so around.  Ironically both of us were about average in size,
except for maybe his nuts.  After about 5 minutes of feeling his tool
pulsing in my hand, I decided I had better jerk off before John woke up
and found us holding each other's tools.

I slowly pulled my hand out of John's briefs, made sure he was still
sleeping and got up and went to the bathroom.  It only took a few quick
tugs thinking about how I probably could have gone further and maybe even
tried to blow him, for me to shoot my load.  I cleaned myself up and went
back to bed.  It didn't take too long for me to fall asleep this time.



As you can see, I decided to write this and the next chapter or two from
Ron's perspective.  We have long since gone over what happened so I know
exactly what he was thinking about during our first few times together.