I woke up briefly later in the night with some part of Shane touching my back. I didn’t bother moving and drifted back to sleep. Later in the night, I felt him touch me again, this time a hand against my ass. Again, I didn’t move. The hand moved gently a bit on my ass, almost a caress. I remained very still, not even letting myself hope he was awake and that this was intentional; I guess I drifted off again.
Some hours later I felt him leave the bed and heard him taking a piss in the bathroom. I turned onto my back and slowly opened my eyes. It was lighter in the room, and I realized it was morning. I was still drowsy but was relieved not to feel very hungover. I realized that I had a massive morning woody just as Shane walked back in the room. I quickly tried to grab a pillow to hide it, just a reflex. He laughed. He stood at the end of the bed with his penis still semi-erect with morning wood, completely not bashful. He scratched his abs lightly. “Suddenly shy?” he laughed again. “I’ve already seen that big ole dick in action, bro.” It was a little ridiculous, I realized, now fully awake. So I threw the pillow at him.
Shane climbed back on the bed and propped up against some pillows, his dick continuing to harden. I noticed April was gone. He saw me glance over. “April had to go to work a little bit ago. Told me to lock up. She was still raving about that sex, bro.” “Hmmm,” I said. “Definitely hot.” “Yep,” he agreed. “Fucking amazing, actually.” He laughed again. He had begun to stroke his cock a little as he talked. “She had such a hot body,” he said. “Incredible titties and a hot ass. And that twat….”
He was now masturbating with one hand and gripping his balls with the other. Was he really lying here jerking off in front of me? Yes, he was. I watched him for a moment to see if he would continue to jack. He did. I propped myself up on some pillows, as well. “She was definitely hot,” I agreed. I had a few more inhibitions now that I was sober and I couldn’t quite bring myself to grab my dick in front of another guy. But there it was, rigid and pulsing. “I loved it when she sucked both our dicks.” He stroked a little more. “Man, fucking her was fantastic. That pussy was SO tight,” Shane continued as he slowly stroked his monster. “She made me cum quick. I think I jizzed gallons.”
“I know, I felt it in there when it was my turn,” I joked. Where was this leading? I wanted so badly to touch him in some way right then. “Yeah”, he laughed. “Sloppy seconds. Sorry about that.”
“No worries, it was actually hot feeling that in there,” I said, without really thinking about how that might sound. “Really?” He looked over at me. I just smiled, not sure what to say.
“What are you going to do about that woody?” he asked. He was stroking himself a little more firmly now and was now staring at my cock. “You ever fuck a girl with another guy like last night?” he asked, making eye contact. “No, that was new,” I said. “I’ve done two girls at the same time but never with another guy.” “You like it?” he asked. What was he wanting me to say? “Yeah, I liked it,” I said. And I couldn’t help it—I reached down and started stroking my throbbing cock.
“Fuck yeah,” said Shane. “What did you like about it?” Damn he was talkative. But I liked that.
“TBH, watching a friend fuck and get pleasure was very hot,” I ventured. “Maybe that’s weird.”
“No, that’s not weird,” he said. “I get off on that part, too.” He said it like it wasn’t the first time.
“Have you done that before?” I asked, intrigued, still pleasuring myself. My dick was still slightly sticky from the night’s activity.
“Oh, hell yeah.” He was still stroking that beautiful cock. “I had a friend in high school that I used to tag team with all the time. He’s in the Navy now, fucking pussy all over the world. Lucky bastard,” he laughed. “He was a hot guy, a lot like you.” He looked at me again.
“You think I’m hot?” I laughed, teasing him.
“Definitely,” he smiled. “Perfect body—lean, toned, athletic. Great face, good personality.” Was he really listing things he liked about me?
I must have blushed a little. “Um, thanks, I think,” I said, still stroking my pole. The tension was thick enough to smother me but I sure didn’t want to misread things and fuck this all to hell. I mustered the nerve to say, “You’re hot yourself.” Which was true. Damn, it was true.
“Yeah?” he said. “Think of the two of us studs fucking that hot chick. She was totally digging it.” He was stroking his perfect penis in long, strong strokes now. “You should have seen yourself drilling her, Travis. You were a machine. You fucked her so hard she was gasping.” His left hand was now squeezing his nipple.
I was totally getting off on this conversation. I had overcome any embarrassment and was was jerking my cock with abandon. “That fucking hand of yours had her gasping, bro. You were grinding on her clit and she could barely breathe. And you already had her so ready, man. She was so fucking wet after you shot up in her.”
“Yeah, man,” said Shane, breathing harder.
I kept on, following his earlier lead. “When you first stuck that big dick in her I thought she was going to cum right then, bro. You were fucking her like there was no tomorrow. It was amazing.”
“Oh, fuck yeah,” said Shane, squeezing his shaft.
“Yeah, Shane, your ass was so fucking hot as you fucked that pussy.” That just came out. Too far?
“God, Travis, we fucked her into next week,” Shane replied. “I want to do it again, man, I want to see your face as you blow your load in her hot pussy.”
I was incredibly close to just reaching over and grabbing his dick but then he said, “Oh, yeah, buddy I’m gonna cum….FUCK.” And he shot big gobs of thick cum up onto his beautiful abs, a couple of squirts reaching his upper chest. “SHIT yeah” he said as he milked his cock for the last couple of drops.
I was stroking furiously, breathing heavily, helplessly horny as I watched my friend bust his load. “Damn, Shane, that was huge,” I breathed as I kept stroking, bringing myself closer.
“Come on, Travis, bust it,” Shane said rolling on his side to look at me, cum running down his abs and chest. I wanted him to reach over and smear the cum that was on his big hand on me. I almost imagined he was thinking about it, starting to move his hand toward me—that thought brought me to orgasm. “SHIIIT” I said as I shot six or seven big wads of hot cum, one hitting my chin.
“Damn, dude, you’re gonna put your eye out,” Shane teased. I laughed. Then he jumped up to go grab a washcloth and get dressed. “I’m gonna be late for class,” he said.
“Oh, shit,” I said, just now noticing that the bedside clock said 840 and I had a 9AM. We dressed hurriedly and quietly. As we put our last articles of clothing on, he snickered and said, “Now for the walk of shame. Hope no one remembers what we were wearing yesterday. They’ll know we’re sluts.” And he laughed again. He was so damn cute when he laughed. As we walked out, he casually said, “Did it bother you that I was touching you last night?”
That caught me off guard. Was he talking about during sex or later when we were sleeping? “No,” I said quickly. “Just figured you were moving in your sleep.” “Oh,” he said. “I was awake.” And then added quickly before I could respond, “Catch ya later, gotta hustle.” And he walked away, practically at a jog. April’s apartment was just off the end of campus where Shane’s next class was. I hopped in my vehicle and drove to class, replaying the surreal events of the night and wondering where things might go next time. If there was a next time.
–To Be Continued–
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