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Summer Comes

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by Jimmy It was a hot night, even at two in the morning, and I found it impossible to get to sleep. Usually once I jacked off I could drift away with no problem, but tonight I just lay awake. I could hear Kasey tossing and turning in his bed just two feet away from me. We had agreed to sleep naked, in accordance with our game of truth or dare, and it was too hot to cover ourselves with even a thin sheet. I was fully awake and positioned myself so that I could see him stretched out in the dark. I could just barely make out his silhouette against the sheets, and the dark patch where his crotch was. Until that night, I was just mildly curious about seeing how big other guys' cocks were, and glad for chances to see another guy naked. Things were changing fast. Now all I could think about was that I was totally naked, totally exposed, just a few feet from a good friend of mine who was equally vulnerable. I hadn't quite put everything together, but I knew that seeing Kasey's cock was not going to be enough. I wanted to touch it. I lay there in the dark, staring across at him, and repeated those words in my head: I want to touch it. I want to touch it. I nearly had a heart attack when, in the middle of my new mantra, I heard him say, "I can't sleep, it's too hot in here." I didn't say anything for a few seconds; I guess I was trying to decide if I should pretend I was asleep or not. Finally I said, "Yeah, it gets hot up here, we need a fan or something." "You wanna go outside?" he asked. "It's probably cooler outside." I thought about it and then said, "You mean like for a hike? Or just on the back porch?" "The moon's out, we could go for a hike," Kasey said. "Maybe tomorrow night we could camp out." "Awesome," I said, and I sat up and began to put on my shorts. He sat up too, and said, "What are you doing?" "Putting on my shorts." He was sitting on the edge of his bed, and so was I. Our knees were touching. "Nah, we're still on a dare," he told me earnestly. "We gotta stay naked until morning." I laughed. "Dude, we're on the third floor of the house. You think we can sneak all the way down and out the back door naked?" He nodded. "Yeah, that's exactly what I think." He stood up, and for a moment his cock was in my face. It smelled clean and hot and manly. Then he stepped to the side and beckoned me to follow. And I did. There was a light on in the landing downstairs, and so as soon as the door was opened I could see his body clearly. He was a big, strong guy and had a great tan, and I wish I could attach a photo to this story because I think you would find him to be really hot. In the orange hallway light his skin looked as perfect as a Ken doll. And his cock was rock hard and standing at a beautiful angle in front of him. I was hard too, and as we hurried quietly down the main staircase and out the front door, it actually brushed against his ass and left a tiny wet mark. He acted as if he hadn't noticed but I knew he did and I was really embarrassed. As we crossed the front porch I could see the wet mark on his tanned ass cheek glitter in the porch light. But soon we were across the tree-shaded lawn and on the pathway through the woods that led to the pond behind the barn. The moon was bright and filtered through the trees to create a bluish light in which both of us felt beautiful and omnipotent. We came to the clearing by the pond and stood there bathed in moonlight, looking like two teenaged statues. We each held our arms out and looked at them, seemingly carved in granite--then suddenly we looked at each other, and our arms dropped and we just stared at each other. It was the most intense and almost spiritual moment in my life up until that point. I can't even adequately describe it here, except to say that I felt like nothing was real and that I could do whatever I wanted. "I dream that I'm flying," Kasey told me then, and his right hand closed around his balls absent-mindedly. "And they are the kind of dreams where you can control the action, so I always take off my clothes." "I feel like I'm in one of those dreams," I told him earnestly. My thick German cock was positively running with pre-cum now. "I always cum all over myself when I have those dreams." Kasey cocked his head to one side, then with his left hand reached across and gently wrapped his fingers around my manhood, as natural as in one of those dreams. He then squeezed it, hard, so it almost hurt. I gasped as he used my cock to pull me toward him. Mine was touching his now, and he was using both hands alternately on both of us. Stroking and pulling and squeezing. My breath was coming in short gasps, my mouth hanging open, my legs spread so that my heavy balls hung free and available for him. "It's a dream," he said, and I sank to my knees. His cock was growing so much larger, and it brushed my cheek, leaving a wet trail that ended at my mouth. "Taste me," he whispered. I stared up at him, and his face was almost obscured by his enormous throbbing cock. I opened my mouth to take it in, but suddenly I realized that my cock had also grown to huge proportions, and was standing straight up against my chest. I wanted to suck my own cock, and it was within inches of my mouth now. So was his. I couldn't decide what to do, and then his cum began shooting all over my face in torrents. Mine quickly followed, jets of thick white semen splashing on my face, my neck, my chest... I awoke with a start, back in my bed, a puddle of cum on my bare stomach shining in the moonlight that was coming through the window now. For a moment I thought it had just been a wet dream, but then I saw Kasey get up from the floor next to my bed and slide across his mattress furtively. He had stroked me off in my sleep! I lay still, pretending to be still asleep. I wasn't sure how to handle this situation. No one had ever touched my dick but me--and now it was sore from my friend's secret stroking. I felt embarrassed, thinking that he might think I was gay if I acknowledged that I had been awake even for a moment of it. So I resolved to lay there until he was definitely asleep, then I would clean myself up. The moon was shining right across our two beds, and he was stretched out on his back so that his crotch was a well-defined mound with his smooth, ample dick resting on top, aimed toward his naval. He wasn't hard, but it seemed bigger than your average soft cock. I was still hard as a rock, and my cock was flexing all on its own. I tried not to think about him. Or it. I want to touch it. I want to touch it. I guess even I was surprised when I slid to the floor, crouched naked by his bed. I hardly dared to move or breathe--I just hid there waiting for confirmation that he was asleep. His breath was deep and even, and his chest rose and fell like a sleeping man's should. His nipples looked hard and shiny in the pale moonlight. His cock had hardened. I guess he was having a good dream. I reached carefully for it, touching it lightly as I had down to his nipples in our game earlier that night. It flexed, lifting slightly from his body and then lowering again. Mine twitched involuntarily. I used the tips of my fingers to push his dick off to one side, and then I watched it slide back into place on its own. I pushed it the other way and it did the same thing, but after that it was so stiff that it wasn't resting on his body anymore. I closed my fingers around it lightly, and slid my hand up and down, jerking him off with a tentative motion. I paused after that, trying to decide if I was doing too much and if it might wake him up. While I was trying to decide what to do, he shifted his hips a bit and his cock slid back and forth in my fingers. He was fucking my hand! I gripped it tighter, and immediately felt his pre-cum dripping down my hand. He thrust harder, and made a low moaning sound. "Touch my nipples with your other hand," he whispered. I wanted to hide in my bed. Why had he spoken? Why couldn't he have let it been a dream? But I silently did what he told me, and with my free hand I lightly touched each of his nipples in turn. I rubbed them, pinched them lightly, made circles around them. All the while he pumped his cock in my hand. "I love this," he whispered. "We can do this every night, man." "Okay," I said back, nervous but so hard it hurt. As I said it he gasped and I saw the first jet of cum fly through the air. I got some on my fingers up by his nipple. It was hot and thick and white. Kasey's hand moved to his chest, and he collected some of his cum with his fingers. I watched as that hand made its way to his mouth. He licked them clean. He was tasting his own cum! "Goodnight," he whispered. "Goodnight," I replied, creeping back onto my bed. I stretched out, totally exhausted and confused and excited. My cock was still hard and wet, and even though my eyes were closed I knew to expect his hands before them closed around it. He stroked my cock and my nipples, and crouched over me staring straight into my eyes as he did it. I was so tired and excited that my mouth was hanging open and I could say nothing. He pumped me so hard that my whole body moved with him, and as he pumped my cock he said things to me in a low voice. It was not a dream this time. "Cum Nate," he said, then: "Cum for me man," and "Let me feel it Nate, please..." I moaned loudly as I shot onto my stomach, my chest, my neck. I felt his fingers gathering up cum, and I was too worn out to fight it. His thick fingers pushed their way past my lips and onto my tongue, and I licked them half-heartedly and tasted myself for the first time ever.