The feeling of being desired, and that by a masculine friend, was heady. The sensation of having someone else do what I'd always done was exquisite. Here I was in bed suddenly with a hand on my cock, and two other guys in a bed beside us who'd likely not approve of what was happening. Never had anybody touched my cock but me. In the middle of the night, I awoke to a strange hand in my underwear stroking my cock, which was already hard and pulsing to his touch.Īt first, I was scared. I slept deeply, more so than usual, since I was exhausted from the tour. He'd make some comments on occasion, but nothing terribly far out of the ordinary for a guy.
When we had roomed together, nothing ever happened between us. Two beds and four guys to a room, so an old roomie and I took one bed. Our college student group had just finished a two-month tour and on our last night before returning home, we stayed in a motel.
