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A Wet Night

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 19 Jan 2002 1 comments
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A Wet Night by M Stephens (don4fun@hotmail.com)Hey listen." "What?" James said sleepily beside him. "It's raining." "So?" "Rain makes me horny," Cam said snuggling closer and sliding his hand down James' thigh. "Breathing makes you horny Cam." "No, really," Cam kissed the smooth skin before him and stroked his hand across the warm flesh. "Go to sleep." "I can't" James turned towards Cam in the dark. "Darlin' my heart bleeds for you really…" Cam rolled his eyes. "But I've got a game to play in the morning, if I don't get some sleep…" he left the sentence hanging. "Can I change your mind?" James turned back into the pillow, "Cam, I have to get some sleep." Sighing Cam slipped an arm around him and pressed close. Still he couldn't forget the sound of the rain and the effect it was having on his body and mind. He moved restlessly, trying to get comfortable. He pressed his lips against the back of James shoulder and snuggled under the quilt. "Why don't you go surf the net for a while?" James suggested softly as Cam shifted yet again against him. "Huh?" "There's a good site bookmarked under clubs darlin'. Password is on the sticky note under the keyboard," James said yawning and rolling away, "Have fun." Cam lay there for a moment in surprise. Well he wasn't about to get to sleep lying there, and James needed to sleep. He might as well get up.Turning on the computer he pulled a t-shirt on against the slight night chill and settled into the kitchen chair before the computer. He logged on and checked the local news site James had set as his home page. Curious he picked up the keyboard, turning it over and peeling off the yellow square of paper with two words, 'James19w' and 'iluvcam' written in James' scrawl upon it. He sat staring at it for a moment, wondering what sort of site it was. He pulled up the bookmarked sites list and found the clubs folder, containing just one site. He clicked the link and watched as the site opened, reading the introduction. For men who liked to stroke themselves. He glanced across at the bed where James had already fallen asleep. A site about jacking off? And James was a member? He clicked the members link and entered the password, smiling a little. He took a deep breath as the index loaded, there were hundreds, maybe thousands of photos of men jacking off. He opened the first few, barely waiting for them to load before opening the next page and the next. He shivered, the hard cocks before him making his own twitch. He could feel the wetness of his precome pooling in his foreskin. Did James really look at this site he wondered? Stupid, of course he did, why else would he have a membership. How did he afford it he wondered? He opened the story pages and started browsing, moving some pics of a couple of guys together into the corner of the screen. The latest stories appeared first and he read through some of them, stories of first times, discovering themselves, discovering friends and lovers. Reaching down he stroked himself, not even realising he was doing it, caught up in the stories of so many other men who thought like him, who loved other men, who'd discovered their cocks at an early age, who liked to sit and read and stroke with hot pics in front of them, just like he was doing now. Cam looked down in surprise at his hard cock in his fist, his hand sliding the skin up and down his shaft, the glans glistening in the light from the monitor.James had suggested he do this hadn't he? There was no need to feel guilty. He leaned back, scrolling down the page. Time slipped away as he read and clicked his way through hard cock after hard cock. He stroked faster, his other hand leaving the mouse to slip lower and caress his arsehole, tickling around the puckered skin before slipping just inside, making him quiver with need.He leaned back, images and scenes running through his mind as he stroked faster. His orgasm building he had to fight not to moan aloud. He didn't want to wake James. Well he did, but he shouldn't. His hand slid up and down over his smooth dick. He'd shaved again yesterday, before coming to James' place for the weekend, just letting the bush above his cock begin to grow back. Man that itched when it was first growing too. He loved the smooth naked feeling down below, wetting a finger in his precome he slid it around the base of his cock and down to his smooth balls. Cupping them, he played with them for a few minutes, reading of a man watching his best friend get off. He licked his lips, lifted his hand to change to another story and set it to start scrolling. He wondered how many times James had sat here like this and done what he was doing. He wondered which were his favourite stories, which were the photos he liked the best. Finally he just stopped thinking, his come rising, body pulsing as his jism pumped from him, flowing over his fist and splashing against his t-shirt. He felt his orgasm curl through his body, release and relief flowing over him, his heart pounding, his mind floating. He opened his eyes. The computer screen glowed before him, stories and photos where he had left them. Wiping his hand on his t-shirt his reached for the mouse, closing things down, the need to explore further dissipated for the moment. He glanced across at the bed, James was snoring softly. Cam glanced at the clock, shocked to realise how long he'd been sitting there. Some of the images he'd read would stay with him for a long time he was sure, even now they were lurking in the back of his mind, waiting for him to take them out and play with them again. Not tonight, he thought standing and stretching with a yawn. Questions played in the back of his mind, how had James found this site, when, did he visit it often? Was that why he wanted Cam to jack off for him? Cam wandered down the short hall to the bathroom. It might actually be fun, he thought, surprising himself with the thought. Glancing in the mirror he smiled wryly at himself. As long as he got to watch James too, he reasoned. Stripping his t-shirt off he slipped back into bed beside James, thinking how much fun it would be to catch him jacking off. Or maybe have James catch him? Ideas and possible scenarios flitted through his mind as he drifted off to sleep curled against James warm back. Plenty of time to try them all when he woke was his last conscious thought.