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I woke up the next morning, slowly rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I lift my arms to stretch, eyes still closed, and feel the comforter softly caress by stomach. I smile, remembering that I finally slept how I was comfortable. In just my underwear briefs, and feeling that I slept better last night than I had the previous week. My body just can't seem to fully relax if I'm uncomfortable. I open my eyes slowly, careful not to open them too quickly as the sun is creeping in through the blinds. Once I get them fully opened and adjusted to the light, I turn my head to see if Ben is awake yet. His bed is empty, covers thrown back, a small empty trail devoid of clothes leading away from where he would sling his legs over the edge. I wonder where he is, listening to see if I can hear the shower running. It's not. I don't hear much coming from outside the door. I look at my alarm clock on the nightstand about a foot from my head. 8:43 - he could be at the gym, he sometimes liked to get his workout done in the morning.
I twist my hips under the covers, continuing to stretch my body, segment by segment. When I sling my left leg over the right I felt a strain in my briefs. Allowing my focus to slip below my waist, I realize that the front of my waistband is no longer touching me, but instead an inch or so of space. Morning wood. A constant morning reminder of just how horny I am. How horny I always am. I smile and slide my hand beneath the covers and feel just how tight the briefs are. Snug and taut again me. I gently squeeze the length of my member with an overhand grip feeling just how hard I am. Just as I squeeze, a picture flashes back into my mind. Ben's perfectly fit ass, preserved like a polaroid picture just stored away. Remembering again just how hairy it was, the perfect amount of fuzz fully covering. You could tell he did squats regularly. I remember the way he bent forward, pulling his boxer briefs down his legs when I feel a twitch in my underwear.
What.. What's going on? Suddenly I'm a bit thrown off that thinking about my best friend's ass cause my dick to twitch. Is it... Nah, I'm just horny. That's it. I haven't really had time to jerk off the way I like to since moving in with the guys. Everyone is usually all over the place, not to mention sharing the room. Back home, I would make jerking off an event. After doing homework and studying, sometimes after a stressful video game I would just need to unload... Literally. I would stretch out on my bed, stark naked & spread eagle, gently playing with my dick. Warming him up and getting him ready. My favorite way to jerk was edging, as long as I had enough time. Edging sessions for me could usually last a couple hours at a time. A lot of times, I would pull up some porn to watch, or use porn on some social media sites. I often made a game out of it, seeing how long I could last. How close I could get without pushing it over the edge. That always made the release so much better. I definitely haven't been able to edge since moving in. There was no way to know how much time I would have. I've just been getting off in the shower. It takes the edge off, but if you've ever had to blow a load standing up in the shower, you know it's just not quite as good as taking your time while laying down. But maybe this was just my own opinion.
My dick pulses again, and I have the strong urge to start playing with it. I lift up the covers to look down at my underwear. Just by the waistband, the head of my dick is poking out with a small drop of precum glistening by the slit. I make my dick pulse on purpose and the drop grows bigger and begins to slowly slide down the head. I chuckle to myself, enjoying that I can do certain things like that to control my dick. I rub my thumb over the head, wiping up the glob of precum and smearing it onto my briefs. I still can't hear anyone in the living room. If Ben is at the gym, who knows when he would be back. But this is the first real chance I've gotten to play with my dick out of the shower. I slide my thumbs under the waistband and slowly pull the briefs down. My dick knows it's free. As soon as the air hits it, I begin to throb. The adrenaline starting to pump through my veins, making my face go hot at just the thought of stroking. I slide them all the way down to my ankles and pull the cover up to my chest, just in case.
I move my hand down to my dick, grabbing the fullness of it. My morning wood always seems to be when I'm at my hardest, other than when I've been stroking for hours on end. I use my other hand to rub down my chest, stomach, into my pubes, then down to my balls. I love playing with my balls while I stroke. Cradling them in my left hand, I grab the base of my dick with my right and slowly pull up, a slow stroke of my cock. It feels almost like I'm laying in bed back at home, no cares, no worries, other than getting my nut out. I stroke again, and again, beginning to breathe in deeply. Slow but deep, deliberate strokes on my dick, and then a gentle tug on my ballsack. I want to throw the covers back and just lay there, naked to the world. My stomach flutters thinking about doing it, knowing that I have the possibility to get caught. Ben could come home any minute, but Logan & Ethan could also accidentally catch me if I'm just hanging out in here naked. I guess I could get up and lock the door. But then if someone tries to come in, they'll for sure know what I'm up to.
The thing is, I know all guys jerk off. It's normal. It's fun. 95% of guys admit to doing it, and the other 5% are lying. We in the group, have made jokes about wacking off, or jerking, (or playing the skin flute as Ethan likes to call it because it grosses us out) plenty of times over the years. But that's about where it stops. We've never moved to discussing it further than just joking around. I guess it would be a little weird to talk about, but I had always wondered about it. Were the other guys doing it as often as I was? Did they do it in the shower or did they like to lay down like I do? Did they use their left hand or right hand? Or both? Were they shooters like me, or oozers? These were some of the questions I had wondered for a while, mainly just curious if I was normal in the things and ways I did them, or if I did it differently. Either way, it never got past quick funny jokes about beating off, and I just wasn't sure I wanted them to know WHEN I was getting off. So, locking the door would probably make it too obvious? I dunno. It would be safe at least, and give me time to possibly do it the way I want.
Getting up to lock the door would require me to run bare ass naked to the door, my dick bobbing up and down and then getting back into bed. But I was warm & comfortable under the covers and my hand was already stroking. And to be completely honest, having it unlocked kept the adrenaline up. I thought again about throwing the covers back and let my fist go to town, the way it knew how. Just as I grab the top edge of the comforter, the door handle turns. Instead of throwing it back, I pull it up higher to my chin and in walks Ben. He's sweaty again, sweat soaked through his tank top and even through the top of his shorts. He has earbuds in & pops them out when he sees me.
"Hey there sleepy head. Hope I didn't wake you," Ben said with a smile.
"Oh no, no," I stutter. "I just woke up."
"Must have been a deep sleep, your face is all red."
Shit. My heart is racing.
"You sleep better last night?" he asked.
"Oh yeah. Lots better. You?"
"Tons better dude. Nothing like sleeping in the buff." He chuckles and I do too.
"Anyways," he starts, "I'm disgusting. Did some hard core lifting this morning. I'm gonna jump in the shower and then you wanna go grab some breakfast? I'm starving." As he says this, he starts to undress, starting by pulling his shirt off, then shorts.
"Um, yeah sure. Just trying to get all the way woke up," I respond, trying not to look for his ass again.
He gets most of his clothes off down to a pair of white spandex shorts. They're tightly hugging every bit of him. His ass is perfectly rounded in them, and you can see the dark hair underneath, just enough to know what it is. He walks into the shower and I hear the door shut. I hear the shower turn on, and I know I have 5-10 minutes to blow a load before Ben gets out. Luckily enough my comforter is thick because strangely enough, my dick didn't go soft through the entire interaction. I really need to blow this load. I return my hand down to my dick and make 2 good strokes when I hear the door open. I don't move at all, just my head towards the shower door. Out comes Ben, who apparently had taken his spandex shorts off by the shower, because here he was, completely naked.
"Shit, I forgot a towel," he muttered, walking around the side of his bed, picking up one he had used a day or two before.
I try not to make it obvious, but my eyes immediately found his cock. My best friend of 10+ years, naked, his dick swinging from side to side as he walked nonchalantly around our room. He didn't seem like it bothered him that he was naked, didn't seem to notice that I saw his dick, & didn't seem like he did it on accident either. His dick was thick. He was soft, but I could tell he was thick, even through the darker brown pubes covering his groin. I watched his dick swing back and forth as he walked, then he turned back to head to the shower again, his hairy ass again on display for me. As quick as he walked out, he was right back into the shower. My face had grown even hotter and 2 seconds after I heard the door handle click shut, I threw the covers back letting my own dick out into the open. Grabbing a handful, I let my fist do it's known work, slathering my shaft with the precum that had dribbled down as I saw my roommates dick. Not just my roommate, but my best friend. The adrenaline had built up so much, and having been a few days since my last orgasm it didn't take many strokes until I felt climax start to rise. I spread my legs and tensed my whole body, curling my toes as the final stroke sent me over the edge. A small grunt left my lips as each rope of cum shot from my throbbing dick and landed first next to my right nipple, the second shot mid-chest, and the third next to my belly button. The rest of my load began running down the head and shaft also getting on my fingers as I didn't stop stroking, still going, feeling a deep pulse within every time my fingers grazed the underside of my dickhead.
Finally I couldn't take anymore, and one final downward stroke made me moan as I released my dick. I looked at myself, now covered in my own cum. Splattered from top to bottom, sliding down from my belly button into the hairs of my happy trail. I have to wipe up before it starts running onto my sheets. I look around me and there's clothes covering the floor. I grab a t-shirt, making sure it's mine & not Ben's and begin to wipe up the mess I've made. It soaks into the shirt off of me. I wipe up my dick as well, carefully as my head is now super sensitive. I get it mostly up, drying the other jizz that's going to stick, dried to my skin and stand up out of bed. I stand there, my dick slowly softening but still semi-hard and walk to the closet. I grab some clothes and hurriedly get dressed to get ready for breakfast. Breakfast with Ben. Who I just saw naked. Which maybe, might have just helped me cum...