Gay Erotic Stories

Try as much as I could, sleep was not on my mind. Instead, I was feeling the sheets against my hard cock and every few seconds I would push my hips down into the bed and make my cock slip toward my belly button. It was a very pleasing sensation, one I did very frequently when at home and alone. I turned from laying on my belly to laying on my left side facing the wall. That wasn't doing any good. So I turned completely over onto my right side and was facing the room. I lifted my head and looked over at Don still on his back in his bed, still holding his leg, knee up, just like he was when I got into bed. I kept turning from one position to another, and my hard cock was always reminding me that it was there and wanting attention. A few times, I reached down and grasped it with my hand and then would release it and it would flop back up toward my belly button. A movement from Don's bed made me pause in my tossing and turning. I had once again turned facing the wall. I was startled when I felt a hand on my right hip, and Don said, "Rob, are you OK?" Without turning over, I told him I was just having trouble getting comfortable, and that I was OK. He gently rubbed my hip and let his hand slide down a bit toward my crotch. The move made me tense up and I took a deep breath. "You sure you are OK, guy?" Don asked again. I took advantage of the situation and turned over onto my back and Don's hand slipped down over my hard cock, and rested on it for a second. "Hey, you are tense, aren't you," he commented. He gently moved his hand up and down over my hard rod and asked, "Is there anything I can do to help you relax?" My mind was racing with the image of him getting my cock out of my boxers and really working it over. Don kept massaging my shaft and then I slipped my hands down and flipped the sheet off my lower body and said, "Yes, there is something that would help...." Don asked, "What is that?" "Would you mind massaging my legs and calves. That is where my body is most tense." I knew that was not THE part of my body that needed attention, but I used that for an excuse to get Don to touch my body. "Sure," he said. "Just lay back and get comfortable." Don started with my feet and gently massaged them, then he worked up to calves of my legs and thoroughly massaged each calf with both hands. Next, his hand slipped up to just above my knee on my right leg and my cock twitched with anticipation. I knew he could not avoid seeing my hard cock tenting in my boxers. But I threw caution to the wind and told him how good his massage was feeling. He carefully and gently moved his hand up and down the front of my thigh and with each move he got closer to my crotch. Reaching over to my left leg, he brushed my stiff cock and just went on with massaging my left thigh. My heart was pounding like a jack hammer as he got closer to my crotch. He leaned down a bit and I felt his left hand softly rest on my belly, just above my throbbing cock. His right hand continued to massage my left thigh, and on the movement toward my crotch, his hand finally came in touch with my balls. I took a deep breath of excitement. I was hoping that he would not stop there. "Hey, Rob, you have quite a rod there. Would you mind if I continue to massage your cock? Maybe it will help you relax and go to sleep." "Sure, I would like that," I said. Don asked if it would be alright for him to take my boxers off so he would have a better chance of massaging it completely. I slipped my boxers off and dropped them beside the bed. My raging boner flipped up as the waistband came off the tip of my cock and flapped against my belly. Don got down on his knees beside the bed and began to gently lift my stiff boner up and encircled it with his right hand. His hand was very soft and warm against my cock. It felt so good to have another guy hold it. Gently, his hand encircling the shaft of my cock, he moved it up and down over the tight skin, being careful to keep from moving it in a jacking movement. My whole body tensed up as he stroked down and then up the full length of my cock. "Does this feel good?" he asked. "Yes, it feels very good," I replied. He changed hands and started the same massage of my cock, but with his thumb and forefinger of his left hand down around the base of my cock. Up and down, up and down, gently and softly he massaged the full shaft. Don moved and I felt his right hand slip under my ball sack, and his fingers touched the area in my crotch between the ball sack and my anal opening. He carefully and deliberately lifted my ball sack and grasped it with his whole hand. I was beginning to really breath deep and fast, my desire for a full massage and cum was what I wanted, and I felt that Don knew that. Suddenly he stopped. He did not move, and then he put his left hand to his mouth and with his index finger he touched his lips. He was alerting me that we needed to be quiet. Then I heard some movement down the hall from the area of his folks bedroom. My mind was suddenly racing with images of one his folks catching us. I lay perfectly still, Don still at my bedside, his right hand holding my ball sack, and he had again grasped my cock with his left.

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