While names may have been changed, this story and those that follow are completely true. I'd love to know what you think & if you enjoyed it.
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The next few days in the parks were filled with tension (sexual tension) after the night of our secret under the covers dick rubbing. I waited each night that we got back to that hotel room, waited for everyone to settle in their beds or on the floor, waiting until I heard snoring from the other guys, and waited for him to give me a signal that he was ready to pick up where we left off. I waited for him to ask me to rub his back so I could do the whole routine again, and I'd do it too. I'd follow the guide that I had made the previous night, taking each step with care because that map that I had left what tried and true. I knew it would lead me to where I wanted to go -- inside his pants, straight to his dick.
I waited and waited, but it never came. He never asked me, never even turned over toward me. He laid on his side, night after night, and slept deep and left me alone. Why didn't he want to continue? Was he too worried about getting caught? It was super risky, I'll admit, but that doesn't mean I would risk it all to have his dick in my hand, and my dick in his. Did he not want to do it again? And does that mean he didn't want it in the first place, and he was just too horny and turned on to say no? I had a million questions as to why I wasn't actively jacking him off, because I wanted to so badly.
The ride back was long and only gave me time to think up more questions that I didn't have the answers to. We got back from our trip and things seemed to go back to normal. But I didn't want normal, not since I knew what COULD be happening. Back in our dorm room, we slept the first night back, me in my bed and him in the spare bed that was left by my failed roommate. We had re-arranged the dorm before we left for the trip. We had stacked the beds on top of each other, creating bunk beds, which allowed enough room to add a futon which we used as a couch for the TV. This is where we watched show after show, eating ramen, and laid under covers night after night, and the place that a few more things would happen.
I sulked in my bed alone that first night back in our room, not understanding why things had stopped and weren't progressing. The next day we left for our classes. Later that night, Zack came back to the dorm and we did our usual -- on the futon, eating ramen, watching shows until the early morning. Zack decides he needs to get to bed to get some sleep, I reluctantly agree, even though it's almost 3 am. We climb into our respective beds and turn the lights out, my floor fan the only noise in the room. I laid under my covers looking at the bottom of his bunk on top of me, and decided to waste time on my phone until I'm sleepy enough to drift off. I laid there for what seemed almost an hour. I got a text. It was from him.
"Are you awake?" it said.
"Yes," I replied, interested as to what he would say next, hoping it would be what I really wanted.
"Wanna come up here with me?"
Yes! This is exactly what I had been wanting! But I knew I couldn't seem to eager. I didn't want to go straight for his dick either. I had to play it right and honestly, I would've been happy enough to just cuddle again. I just wanted to be next to him.
I grab my pillow and leave my comforter -- this way I'll have to share his. I start climbing up to his bunk and he sees me and scoots to the side so that there's somewhere for me to lay. I climb in right next to him, lay my pillow next to his, and creep under his covers to cover myself and get warm. We're both wearing shirts and shorts again. I laid next to him, looking at him, him looking at the ceiling. He turned and hugged me, and we laid there cuddling for just a moment, and then he pulled away. He laid his arms, folded, next to his face just like mine were before me. We laid there, in the pitch black darkness, not really even able to see each other very well. And then, then -- that's when he reached out his pinky finger touching mine.
My whole body tingled. He kept rubbing his finger up and down mine (this would be a sign that comes back up in future stories.) I wiggled my finger back at him to prove I was still awake and to be playful. I take the leap and move my hand from his wiggling pinky to his chest and I start back to the map I've already constructed. He wants it, he wouldn't have asked me up here and started fiddling with my hand if he didn't. This was a sign, and I read it loud and clear.
I start rubbing his chest and stomach, over his shirt to start, and then I slowly made my way under his shirt, touching his skin once again. The warmth under my fingertips, the feel of his skin, hearing him start to breathe deeply once again made my heart start to quicken, just as it did on that first night. I start working my way down to his waistband just as I had previously, except this time I wasn't having to work quite so hard, because he already was.
His boner already stretching his boxers to the limit as his hard on began to bounce with his heartbeat. Perfect. I do my trademark `bump-bump-bump' of his boner against my fingers letting him know that I'm ready when he is. And again, it doesn't take as long or as much work as the first time. He reached down and slid his shorts down releasing his upward-curved dick that plopped against his stomach. I smile and reach down and take hold of his hard cock listening to him moan as I wrap my fingers around him.
I start to slowly move my hand up and down working his cock, Zack is still moaning, small and soft, but moaning nonetheless. He likes this. He likes my hand on his dick. I stop stroking him and grab his balls, soft & gentle. I handle them with care, rolling them around in my hands before I drop them to head back to his dick. He reaches his hand out to find my boner underneath my shorts. I don't stop working on him, I don't want to let go, so I let him do the work to unleash my hard dick. It takes a couple tries to get it out because I'm so hard and it's getting caught in my shorts. He finally releases it and I squeeze his cock as he grabs onto mine. We're now both working on each other, both loving the feel of someone else's hand on our boners. Even though it feels amazing, I'm more focused on causing him pleasure than noticing him playing with mine. I want to end this right this time.
After a while of us both jacking the other, he releases my dick and puts his hands behind his head, eyes closed. He says to me in a whisper,
"You can try something else if you want to."
I'm unsure of what he's talking about. I'm new to all this. I mean, I jerk my dick every chance I get and this is how I always do it. This is how I did it to him the other night, and we had to stop before we got caught because of all the squirming and grunting. Is there another way to do it?
"What do you mean?" I ask reluctantly.
"I don't know. You can just try whatever you want to."
This is when I realize he wants me to suck him off. But as I said, I'm new to all this and I'm having a blast with just what we're doing. I don't think I'm ready to give a blow job just yet.
"I don't know what else to do," I lie.
I get a little leverage, leaning up on my elbow to get a better vantage point to his dick, a slightly different grip.
"It's fine," he mutters, "just keep going. Don't stop."
Don't stop? Don't worry. I'm not stopping until we're done. Both of our shorts are down to our ankles, both exposed. He's naturally almost hairless, except for his pubic area which he shaves clean. He's smooth. No hair to get in the way while I speed up my hand. My dick is bouncing with every movement, every time I thrust my hand around his now throbbing cock. It seems like it's gotten even bigger. So much blood has filled his member that it's engorged now. Bigger than before, pulsing in my hand.
His breathing has intensified, quickened, gotten shallower, as I still haven't let up on his cock. I don't even care that he's not touching mine right now. Doesn't matter. It's still rock hard. I'm pumping, relentless, working on his big smooth dick, feeling the curve with every pump. He lets out another moan, louder this time. I feel his body start to tense. Another moan, and his dick pulses quicker and stronger. He finally moans,
"I'm about to... I'm about to..!"
And just like that his whole body tenses, he takes and holds a deep breath, deep in his lungs and he tightens his abs with a small grunt and I feel warmth slide down my hand as I watch rope after rope of cum gush out of his throbbing cock. It's thick and creamy white. It hit his stomach first, and then his belly button, another rope, and then it began running down my hand, oozing spurt after spurt. I don't know how long it's been since he came last, but it's pretty obvious that it's been a while.
I almost cum myself watching all of this happen, but I hold off. I know it will feel better once he makes me. I never let go of his dick, I just hold it with the cum still oozing down his dick and my hand. After he's done convulsing and his breathing starts to slow, I playfully start to stroke him again, knowing that it will drive him wild. He jerks and stutters,
"No, no, that's enough."
I smile and gently release his cum covered cock. What now? What do I do with this, I wonder. And in the middle of that thought he reaches up and pulls his shirt over his head. He cleans himself first, wiping his stomach and dick, soaking up the ropes of cum. Once he's mostly clean, he hands me his shirt and I wipe my hand, getting most of the cum off. He takes a deep breath as he's laying there butt-ass naked, me -- my dick still out and hard, ready for my turn to blow my load.
I can't stop smiling; my first time to make a guy cum. So much fun. Then I lie back waiting for him to grab me and finish me off; it shouldn't take too long -- I got close just from watching him spurt. I wait and he sits up and grabs his shorts and pulls them up as he starts going soft. No worries, his hand will do the trick -- or so I thought. Once his shorts are around his waist, he lies back again.
"Umm," I start to say, but he interrupts.
"I... I dunno. I just.. I don't feel up to it."
What?? Are you serious? What the hell?? I just got done giving you the best hand job I could give at this point and I don't get anything in return. I lay there, dick still at full attention and he lays beside me, then puts his hands over his face. I realize that he's not going to jerk me off. He's not going to make me cum. He's not going to finish me off. I jerk my pants up and throw the covers back as I climb down from his bunk. I walk into the bathroom slamming the door and lock it behind me.
I pull my shorts off, get on my knees in the middle of the bathroom, grab my still hard cock, throw my head back and have at it. It's not the orgasm I was hoping for, but it was the orgasm I needed in the moment. An angry orgasm. My head thrown back, eyes shut, grunting as I got closer until I finally busted my load into the tissue I grabbed as I knelt down. Thick ropes that resembled Zack's load. So much cum escaped my dick from being teased and unfulfilled.
I moaned through gritted teeth as I finished, the last few shots missing the tissue and hitting my hand and the floor. I cleaned my hand and wiped the floor, threw my tissue into the toilet and flushed. I pulled up my shorts, still angry and disappointed. Then upset. I unlocked the bathroom, and made my way back to my bed. I saw that Zack had turned over and faced the wall so we didn't have to make eye contact. I laid in my bed, angry and upset. Feeling like I had been taken advantage of. I laid there thinking until I fell asleep.