In The Dark

The next night, both guys went to bed as soon as it got dark outside. Gray slid under the sheets, then turned to face toward the other bed. He was startled to see his roommate do the same. Gray squirmed in pleasure, but kept his eyes off the other’s face. They both kept their sheets thrown back. Gray fixed his eyes below his roommate’s waist, watching in rapture as he tugged his boxers below his hips. Suddenly, his erection was free, and Gray groaned in desire as he stared at it. It was longer yet narrower than his own. Gray’s mouth watered as he eased his own boxers down, exposing himself to the other guy. He heard a pleased gasp come from his roommate, and that was all the encouragement he needed to begin pumping his hand up and down on himself. He saw the other guy quickly flick open a small tube of something, squeeze a little in his hand, and then begin working. Gray tingled, thinking about what it would feel like to stroke himself with whatever that was. He always used his dry hand, being careful not to chafe himself, but he was sure that stuff like that made it even more pleasurable.

He watched the way the other guy touched himself. He seemed to like to make long strokes over the whole length, then bring his hand to the head for a moment and squeeze there, then resume making long strokes. Gray personally liked to rub lightly up and down his shaft with his knuckles, then stroke up and down with his whole hand. Gray was mesmerized by the movement of the other’s hand. Watching his roommate touch himself was so incredibly arousing, that he soon felt the pressure building up, and he shuddered as he released into a tissue. He caught his breath, his body still awash in aftershock, and watched as the other climaxed. Gray’s eyes darted back and forth from his roommate’s face as it contorted in pleasure, then to his dick, as it dribbled hot liquid into a tissue. Gray moaned in ecstasy, stared for a while longer as the other guy cleaned himself up, then rolled over and went to sleep.

The next night, as usual, Gray was dying for bedtime. He and his roommate returned to their room together, still not speaking to each other. They changed for bed with their backs turned, hesitant to look at each other with the lights on. Gray turned off the lamp, and they both slipped into bed. Gray lay for a moment, trembling in pleasurable anticipation. He turned himself again towards the other bed, and his roommate also moved to face him. Gray reached down and removed his boxers completely, and the other guy mirrored the action. Gray lightly stroked his already hard member. Cliff squeezed some of that stuff from the tube in his hand, and started to stroke himself as well. They both groaned as they watched each other, then suddenly Cliff broke off his motions, swinging his legs forward. He stood up and moved towards Gray’s bed. Startled, Gray turned away. His roommate climbed into the single bed behind him, the narrowness of the bed forcing them close together. Gray was completely stunned, scared but thrilled. He was too shocked to speak or resist as Cliff reached around and grasped his hardness. Gray tensed up, but quickly relaxed as he felt his roommate’s slippery hand slide up and down his length. It felt heavenly, and Gray moaned in pleasure. He could feel the other’s hardness pressing into his back, grinding hungrily into him. Gray could feel Cliff’s breath on his neck, which somehow made him even more aroused. Cliff squeezed Gray’s member, then ran his knuckles lightly up and down the shaft. A thrill ran through Gray’s body as he realized Cliff had been paying close attention to his preferences. His roommate had a soft touch, and Gray longed for him to grip him more firmly, even to yank on him. However, it was still more than enough, and soon was gritting his teeth and groaning from his very core as Cliff made him climax heavily. Gray moved his hand to catch the hot, thick liquid the best he could as it pulsed erratically from his body. Cliff pulled away for a moment, grabbing a tissue for Gray, who took it and cleaned himself up.

They lay there for a moment, Gray unsure of what to do next. Slowly, they both rotated in the bed so that Gray was now behind Cliff. He reached around tentatively, and his hand quickly found his roommate’s hardness. It was still slick from before, and Gray worked it gently at first, then with increasing pressure. Cliff moaned and squirmed under his firm touch. Gray tried to return the favor by doing what he had seen Cliff do to himself, stroking the entire length and then squeezing the head. Gray could feel his own already satisfied member becoming hard again as Cliff writhed against him. He could tell Cliff was getting close, so he made strong, even strokes until Cliff began gasping and moaning in ecstasy. Cliff already had a tissue ready and he caught his own release, shuddering in pleasure. They lay together, savoring the moment, then Cliff returned to his own bed without a word.

All the next day, all Gray could think about was the pleasure he had experienced the night before. It felt so wrong, but it felt so good that he just didn’t care. He wished the hours of the day away, and before long, it was nightfall again. He changed out of his one piece jumpsuit into a t-shirt and boxers, and climbed into bed, still careful to avoid looking at his roommate. He lay with his back to Cliff, and felt his desire building up as he heard the rustling of Cliff removing his clothing. He could hear Cliff walk to the door and lock it, and that action sent a hot thrill through Gray’s body. Still not looking, he heard Cliff walk back to where their beds were, turn out the light, and get into his own bed.

They lay in the darkness, listening to each other’s heavy breathing. Gray’s fingers wandered to his manhood, and he played with it nervously. He heard the other bed creaking in a rhythm and turned to watch as Cliff stroked himself. Gray became very aroused and picked up the pace on himself, stroking furiously, hot with desire. Suddenly Cliff stood up again and came to Gray’s bed. Gray turned away again, because the position seemed to make the most sense in the small bed. Cliff climbed in behind him. He placed his hand on Gray’s hips and squeezed there lightly. He slid his hand down to Gray’s butt, making him tingle all over in both pleasure and fright. He didn’t want to do THAT…well, he didn’t think so. But Cliff’s hand kept moving, coming to the back of Gray’s thighs, where they met together. He parted the flesh there just slightly and nudged the tip of his slick hardness into the tight space. Gray moaned, realizing what Cliff was doing. He clamped his thighs a little tighter together as Cliff pushed himself in and out of the space.

At the same time, Cliff reached around and gripped Gray’s hardness. His hand wasn’t as slick this time, but it still felt incredible as he stroked. He began slowly at first, but increased his speed. His thrusting between Gray’s thighs kept the same rhythm. Cliff suddenly squeezed Gray very tightly, almost hard enough to be painful. Gray was startled, but realized by the frantic bucking of his roommate’s hips that he was coming. Cliff shuddered hard and groaned very deeply, spurting out over Gray’s skin. Cliff paused for a moment, catching his breath and relishing the feeling of release. Then he traced his fingers in the wetness, getting his hand slick with it, and grasped Gray’s hardness once again. The wonderful feeling of wet friction was too much for Gray, and he quickly climaxed, moaning in ecstasy. They carefully broke apart, and Cliff returned to his own bed.

The next day, Gray was even more consumed by erotic thoughts. Even though he was being brought to satisfaction every night, somehow each experience just stoked a fire in him, making him want more and more. The day seemed to drag by. They ate their dinner in silence as usual. Gray did offer little half smile as he sat down at the table, which was returned by Cliff, but Gray quickly pulled his hat low on his eyes, a little embarrassed. He couldn’t help but get a little turned on during the meal watching Cliff’s hands. He imagined those hands moving over him, touching him, teasing him. Gray squirmed a little in his seat as he felt himself getting hard, and he admonished himself to calm down.

Finally, it was bedtime. Gray was already so turned on, that he felt a little bold. He switched the lights out, then climbed immediately into Cliff’s bed with him. He heard a little squeak from his roommate, whose breathing became heavy as he rotated himself carefully in his bed, turning his back to Gray. Gray’s hands tugged at Cliff’s boxers, urging them off. Cliff complied, and then Gray guided his own hardness in between Cliff’s thighs. It was slightly moist in between with perspiration, and Gray moaned as he thrust into it. Cliff pressed his legs together tightly, increasing the friction for Gray, who just grunted in pleasure.

Realizing that he was being rude by only paying attention to his own needs, Gray reached around, feeling for Cliff’s hardness. He ran his fingers up and down it lightly, making Cliff sigh happily. Then Gray encircled his fingers and began stroking as he continued to pump in and out of Cliff’s thighs. Cliff squirmed and reached under his pillow, getting the little tube and squeezing some onto the tip of his manhood. Gray brought his hand up to the top, both squeezing the head like Cliff liked, and getting his hand slick. They both groaned as they pleasured each other. Gray’s touch was firm and insistent, and Cliff quickly buckled, coming hard. Gray smirked, pleased, and then thrust with more vigor as he also brought himself to climax. He rubbed his body against Cliff’s a little more, then returned to his own bed.