u/EquivalentRow4821

Not sure how this little story will stack up. It's true, so it's got that going for it. On the other hand, it's true so it's not sexed up haha.

J and I were really good friends, definitely each other's best friend. He wasn't some massive success with the ladies, but he was a good-looking guy and an outgoing guy, so he had some game, even if his ambitions were always far beyond his track record. I mean, my track record was an absolute zero, so I always eagerly (too eagerly? haha) devoured the stories of his hookups. They were pretty tame, all things considered, but it was better than nothing and it was a rush to know what he was doing with women.

J and I had a very lightly sexual relationship, the way young guys sometimes do. We'd talk about who we thought was hot. Sometimes we'd even pass along porn we thought was hot. (I always preferred the scenes where it showed the men doing the fucking. This, uh, would turn out to make more sense in a few years.)

We crashed at each other's house sometimes. I'd sleep in my bed and he'd sleep in a sleeping bag on the floor in the same room.

One night, after we turned the lights off to go to sleep, I lied there for five or 10 minutes. After a while I heard him say, "Hey, are you awake?" I was, but only half awake and I wanted to be asleep so I ignored. Another minute passed.

The quiet was broken by the distinct sound of quiet fapping. His breathing became a little more laboured, the sound of wet stroking crept into the dark room and I couldn't quite believe what I was hearing. Or how hard I was getting.

I stayed quiet, touching myself and spreading my precum around my head. I hoped I wasn't making a sound; he was probably wrapped up in his own stroking at any rate.

Suddenly the wet stroking stopped and there was a big sigh followed by quiet.

My dick was still hard but I didn't make a sound. I didn't know exactly how but I was going to have to bring this up the next day.