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Warm Arizona Nights By decal (decal02@hotmail.com) Ever since Mark and I fucked that drunken chick together, I've been hung up on wanting to fool around with him. He was so hot driving, his tool into her cunt, his ass muscles clinching and relaxing as he thrust himself in and out. He kept teasing her by pulling his cock out of her and waiting for her to loudly beg for him to put it back. He was so focused on her that he didn't notice how I stared at his throbbing dick, slick with her juices, poised inches away from plunging back into her sex. Oh, God, how I wanted to reach out and wrap my hand around his cock. When it was my turn to fuck her, I got off on knowing that my dick was plowing where his had just plowed and that his load of cum was there inside her. While I was busy with her, I caught Mark looking at me, and for a moment I thought he wanted me, too. But I quickly dismissed that that idea, Mark into sex with a guy? No way ... not him! That was just my fevered imagination at work. Anyway, I got to see him naked, aroused and crying out as he came. I figured I'd have to be happy with that much. Well, Mark and I are not only best friends, we're also roommates. We have our own room right across from each other. The nights here in Arizona are usually very warm. We keep our doors and windows open to catch any breeze may pass through. We both like to hang around in our underpants. It is much cooler that way. Mark likes those full-cut, white Jockeys. Me, I alternate between CK boxers and the Jockey bikinis that come in those plastic tubes. One time I gave him a bad time about wearing old-fashioned whites, and told him he should get into something with a little style and color. I convinced him to try wearing one of my bikinis and gave him this red pair with blue stripes. God, he looked hot when he emerged from his shower the next morning. Later that afternoon after classes, he wandered into my room, back to wearing his Jockeys, and tossed the wadded up bikini into my dirty clothes corner. He complained about them being uncomfortable and said he'd stick with his ockeys. When he left, I retrieved and examined the bikini. The pouch was really stretched out and I found what looked like dried cum. My excitement at that moment was nothing compared to later when I changed into that red bikini before going to bed. As I imagined Jeff's dick getting hard and releasing his juices into my bikinis that very day, I rubbed myself through the stretched cotton to full erection, finally unloading with my own powerful orgasm. Hot, man! I can see right into Mark’s room from my bed. The head of his bed is against the wall next to the door. When he's lying there, I can see all but his head and shoulders. Before the night with the chick, I really didn't think much about his lying there so I could look at him without his knowing. But since that night, I look, a lot. This one night I got up to piss. I was about to head back into my room when I stopped and looked into Mark's. He was lying on his back, the covers pushed back, wearing nothing but his Jockeys. I could see him real good, because the streetlight outside his window cast light into his room. I stood there in his doorway for a few minutes. God, he was gorgeous. My dick began to stir in my boxer briefs. He was sleeping very soundly. I decided to risk getting a closer look. I stepped into his room and knelt down beside his bed, less than an arm's length from his mid-section. I let my eyes wander up and down his almost naked body, focusing mainly on the ample, unaroused bulge in his shorts. I could clearly see the outline of his dick, pointing toward me under the white cotton. Unable to help myself I reached out and touched the waistband with the tip of my index finger, lightly tracing along the elastic. I was now fully erect but resisted reaching between my legs. I chanced letting my finger brush up against his penis. He didn't move and his breathing remained steady. I touched his dick again, this time lightly rubbing around the head. With my other hand, I started stroking the boner pushing out in my briefs. At first I wasn't sure, but then it became obvious, very obvious that Jeff's cock was starting to grow. I began to freak out that he might wake up and find me fooling around with his pecker. I couldn't tear my finger away as the bulge thickened and lengthened under my touch. It wasn't long before he was fully erect and the head of his cock was pushing up against the Jockey waistband. I placed the palm of my hand over the length of his shaft and felt the heat of his arousal. I had just lifted my hand when he moaned and moved. I recoiled in a panic, certain that I was about to be discovered. My heart pounding in my chest, I silently dropped to the floor on my back. If he didn't fully awaken, there was still a chance I could crawl out of his room without him knowing. But what if he got up to piss? It was a platform bed, so I couldn't squeeze underneath to hide. My once raging hard-on was totally deflated. Frozen to the spot, I waited for the inevitable, certain I was about to be totally, thoroughly humiliated. What the fuck would I tell him when he demanded to know what I was doing there? My mind raced for some plausible response, but none came. I had seen him lose his temper once and it wasn't pretty. Friend or not, I just knew he'd beat the shit out me. I heard him shift about. This is it, I thought. But he didn't climb out of bed. Instead I saw his hand reach over to grab a lotion bottle from the bed stand. I heard him squeezing the plastic bottle. Then I heard the sound of his hand jacking his cock. After a few minutes of steadily increasing movement, he began moaning. Then I heard him start to whisper. "Give it to me ... slam it in ... ohhhhh ... don't stop ... don't stop, dude ." I couldn't believe my ears. Good God, was he fantasizing about being fucked? Who's this "dude"? These thoughts were interrupted by his louder moans. Over the edge of the bed above me, I saw him lift his ass and arch his back. His Jockeys were down at mid thigh and he was jerking himself fast now. He was so fucking close. I stared up in amazement at the show my best friend was unknowingly giving me. Then he suddenly froze. A moment, then another. Then shot after shot of cum rocketed out of his cock. I counted six before he collapsed back down onto the bed with a low, pleasurable moan. Then all was quiet. To say the least, my cock was now raging once again, but I didn't dare touch myself. I waited and waited . Jeff's breathing became deep and regular again. I finally decided that he was sound asleep again and that it was safe for me to move. I rose up onto my knees and looked at him. On his back, his arm across his face, his briefs were still down, his spent penis lying there across his hip. I could see the remains of his orgasm all over his belly and chest. Not wanting to take any further chances, I quickly rose up and retreated to my own room. I pulled my erection out the fly of my boxer briefs and began my own masturbation. I fantasized that I was Jeff's "dude" plunging my long, thick pole deep into his upturned, tight ass. But it's when I thought of kissing him that I went over the edge and sent my own juices all over my stomach, briefs and fist. Beginning the very next night and almost every night after that, after we'd both turned out our lights for the night, Mark would masturbate with his door open. Before this, he'd always shut his door for awhile after he went to bed. Sometimes I heard him open it again a little later; other times I found it open when I got up to piss in the middle of the night. I sort of knew what he was doing, and that's when I did it, too. Since his door was closed, I never bothered to close mine. I also think part of me was excited by the remote possibility that Mark might suddenly open his door and catch me whacking away. So, it was a surprise when he started keeping his door open. A pleasant surprise, to say the least, given my secret bedside experience with him. But then I began wondering was it really a secret? Did he know I was there that night? Was he letting me know that I am this "dude" guy? More and more I began to think that the timing of his new "open door" policy was directly related to my nocturnal visit to his bedside. He was letting me know that he was interested in fooling around ... wasn't he? And what about those times when he made such a big deal about me looking like a mix of Brad Pitt and Jean Claude Van Dam? Was he really telling me that he was hot for me? Fuck, maybe he's just scared of ME beating the shit out of HIM. I know I don't look or act like some faggot, and he knows I'm hot for any good looking chick who comes my way. Maybe that's it. We're just two good-looking, basically straight dudes who can't figure out how to walk across a hallway with a hard-on. I went back and forth in my mind for days. One moment I was convincing myself that he was inviting me to make the move and my fantasies were flying sky high -- the next, certain that it was all innocent and coincidental on his part and that I'd end up with a bloodied nose and a lost friendship if I dared act. I would jerk off at the same time as him, my door also wide open. He couldn't see me like I could see him, but I made enough noise that he had to know that I was joining his jack off. His moans became louder each night. Mine did, too. Finally, I just couldn't take it anymore. And before giving myself a chance to talk myself out of it again, lifted my ass and pulled my CKs back up over my rock hard dick. I jumped up off my bed and stepped across THE HALLWAY. He must have heard me, because when I stopped in his doorway, he was looking up toward me. One hand was pushing down the front of his Jockeys; the other was wrapped around his cock. Then he gave me this big, wide grin. OK, no question about it now. The only fists we'd be exchanging would be wrapped around each other's dick. I went and sat down on the edge of his bed. For a few moments the only movement was Jeff's fist slowly moving up and down his pole. We just sat there looking into each other's eyes. I had the tremendous urge to lean over and kiss him on the lips. But instead I traded his smile with what I'm sure was a goofy and somewhat embarrassed grin. Any sexual confidence I felt as a lady-killer was replaced with giddy nervousness. Then he moved his hand into my lap and started fondling my hard cock through my shorts. He'd hardly touched me when, like a fuckin' horny 14 year old, I leaned back with a soft cry and shot off, flooding the pouch of my boxer briefs in warm cum. "Jesus!" Mark exclaimed as my generous load soaked through the double layer of cotton all over his exploring fingers. He was no more surprised than I was. But the surprises weren't over, at least for Mark. I leaned over, pushed his hand away from his cock and pulled his Jockeys down off his hips. Then with one smooth movement, I took his manhood into my mouth right down to his pubes. He gasped loudly above me. Long ago memories of one of my mom's boyfriends teaching me to suck dick flooded my mind as I began to expertly blow my best friend. "Thank God for ol' whats-his-name," I thought. Jeff's cock was a perfect one for sucking, just the right length and thickness, so that I could deep throat it perfectly. He was whimpering my name over and over again as I brought him close and then eased up to keep him from cumming as quickly as I had. I realized, too, that I was teasing him just like he did to that girl we shared. He was getting close again and I started to ease back. "No way, dude," he cried and grabbed my head. Three quick fucks into my mouth and he unloaded, filling me to overflowing with his wonderful, bitter cream. I continued sucking him for a few minutes after his orgasm, feeling his whole body relaxing along with his penis. When I finally came up for air, I crawled up on top of him. His eyes were wide and sparkling. "Dude, huh?" I said before I planted my lips on his. Our kiss was long and lingering.