By: xichang
This happened a few years ago while I was attending university - best time of my life.
I was in a fraternity in university, but don't go thinking this is gonna be some story about being a pledge and having to engage in gay acts with other pledges and/or fraternity brothers; that only happens in porn. That being said, the experience I am going to share did involve one of my fraternity brothers. His name was Dennis, and he was a couple of years older than me. We were not roommates in the fraternity house, but we shared the same interests - running, swimming, drinking, and having a good time – and so had become fast friends and would spend a lot of time together.
Dennis was about six feet tall, with dark blue eyes, and a close crop of curly brown hair. His smile could light up a room and he had an infectious laugh. The girls loved him, and he definitely seemed to be the straightest guy around. As good of friends as we were, he, nor anyone else, had any idea that I was gay. Because I wasn't 'out' I would pretend I liked girls, even going so far as to go out with them on dates - in fact, Dennis and I would actually double date quite a bit, and I was always jealous of what the girl he was with was going to get at the end of the night!
When Dennis and I would go running, it was always in the morning, but I am NOT a morning person. Dennis would come into my room, dressed in a sweat shirt and the tightest pair of shorts, which always drove me crazy because the tightness of them only served to accentuated his bulge.
"Wake up buddy," he would say while poking my foot with his sneaker. "Time to go work off those beers and chicken wings."
I would be groggy in my bed, either tired from a late night at the bar, or from spending hours trying to get caught up on my classwork, and I would usually just grumble incoherently, roll over and fall back asleep.
Then Dennis would get a bit more aggressive in his attempt to wake me up. He'd slap me on the ass while I slept in my briefs. Then he'd roll me over and poke his finger into my stomach telling me, "You are gonna get a GUT if you don't get out and exercise!" Suffice to say, many a morning he caught a glimpse of my morning wood before I rolled back over or got up to slip on a pair of running shorts.
I also had a chance to see how this affected Dennis, as he would saunter over to the window and look out, under the guise he was giving me privacy, but I could see him adjusting his junk.
One night near the end of the school year (and Dennis' graduation year), he and I went out with a bunch of our brothers and got totally wasted. We stumbled back to the house afterwards, and Dennis joined me in my room for a couple of belts of scotch. Pretty soon, we were both passed out on my bed.
I woke early the next morning to find Dennis lying directly next to me. I could hear his deep breathing as I watched his chest rise and fall. I looked down and saw his taught stomach leading to a full mound behind his jeans, and I wanted to reach down and just put my hand right on that HOT mound. The thought of how he would have to adjust himself after seeing my morning hard-on outlined in my briefs gave me the courage to do just that. I waited for some form of reaction - either waking up to smack me in the face, or something worse!
I couldn't believe I was doing what I was doing, but any guy reading this will know how we do things we never thought we would when our dicks are horny. Plus, I knew it was now or never, because Dennis would be gone for good in the near future. Anyway, I did not move for the longest time, and continued to keep my hand over that mound of manhood which I had longed to see and feel. Our breathing was deep, but gaining in cadence. I applied some pressure to his crotch, just ever so slightly, to get a sense of his reaction. Slowly I pressed against the mound until I could feel the outline of cock, and the firmness of his balls.
My subtle pressure seemed to have a positive effect, and I could feel the blood fill his hot rod, and see it start to snake up one side of his tight jeans. Dennis' breathing became faster and deeper, and I applied a bit more pressure to his growing tool.
I pretended to move again, shifting my weight so I could apply more pressure to his now hard cock. I slid my hand below his shaft and could feel a big nut sack under his jeans. I gave them a gentle caress, and then noticed that he was nearly rock hard.
I became a bit bolder as I fondled his cock, now running my hand up and down that thick shaft, and running my thumb over the top of his swollen head. He moved slightly to better present himself to me, and I sensed by this action that he knew exactly what was happening, despite the appearance of being asleep.
That excited me even more and I pretty much lost all control of myself and moved up to the top of his jeans and slowly unzipped them, pulling them back to free the beast below.
His cock was now rock hard, and I repeatedly ran my hand in a circular motion over the head of it until his white briefs were soaked with pre-cum. I licked my finger clean and went back to massaging his cock.
Even more lust filled now, and with that sense he knew what was happening - in fact, I was sure of it now - I became more aggressive and reached under the band of his briefs to grab hold of his stiff, wet member. I used his pre-cum to lube his shaft, and then pulled the front of his undies down. His cock looked to be about seven-inches in length and his balls were pretty big, and I used my other hand to cup them as I began to give him a handy, stroking him slowly up and down the length of his shaft.
His breathing intensified, but he had not moved (other than the growth of his cock). I could tell Dennis was enjoying the cock-massage he was getting because his cock was leaking like a sieve.
Seeing him leaking like that, I picked up the pace and it was not long before his soaked cock erupted in a shower of cum. I milked his shaft and he continued to shoot stream after stream of sweet, thick, creamy cum. He was quietly moaning with pleasure, and his breathing was nearly out of control, and he was even squirming a little bit, too, as I continued, and would continue, to pump my hand on his now more sensitive cock until he had finished emptying his balls.
I could not wait and used my cum covered hand to reach down and beat my own meat to release my own load, which didn't take long at all by that point.
Only then did Dennis open his eyes and smile.
"That was amazing," he said with that devilish grin. "I hope you don't do this to ALL the brothers in the house!" he joked with me.
That evening, we continued our celebration with our fellow brothers, but this time we watched the alcohol intake, so that when we got back to my room, we did not have to pretend.
Our paths have diverged over the years, but I still think of that terrific morning… and all the good times that followed because of it!
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