In The Dark (Cliff's Story)

The next night, I was ready to see him. So when night fell I immediately turned in to bed. I was exuberant that Gray followed me. Continuing my delight, as soon as he got in bed, Gray turned towards me. I turned towards him, and I saw him start nervously. He wouldn't look me in the face, but instead kept his eyes glued below my waist. I tingled all over, realizing that he wanted to see me just like I wanted to see him. I watched his face as I brought my hands to the waistband of my boxers. I saw his eyes widen and then he licked his lips, and I knew I was doing the right thing. I eased my boxers down, revealing my hardness. Gray groaned as he stared at it, and I felt myself throb and ache with pleasure. He brought his hands to his boxers, and eased them down as well. I gasped when I saw it. It was so thick. My mind immediately became a flurry of erotic thoughts. I imagined encircling my fingers around that thickness, stroking it, bringing my mouth to it…my thoughts quickly broke off as he began pulling on himself. Oh, this was even better than I had hoped it would be. I grabbed for the lube quickly and got myself wet, then started touching myself, hot with desire. He traced his knuckles up and down the outside of the shaft, then grasped himself once again and pumped. Before long, he was groaning in pleasure, and he rolled his body just slightly so that he could catch the release in a tissue. I saw the stream of thick liquid coming out, and I imagined tasting it. That forced me over the edge, and I bucked my hips as I exploded with pleasure into a tissue. I saw Gray’s eyes moving back and forth from my face to my manhood, and he moaned. I was ecstatic, realizing how much he was enjoying this. We both rolled over and fell asleep.

The following night, I was nervous but thrilled. I was going to try something, and there was a chance that he might reject it, but I had to try. We turned into our beds, and Gray turned towards me. I turned towards him as well, and as I did I saw him take off his boxers completely, so I also removed mine. His hand moved down to his hardness, and he slid his fingers up and down the length. I got some lube on my hand, and began working myself. Gray groaned in pleasure, and I groaned as well. Realizing that it was now or never, I got up my courage and quickly stood up, advancing on him. I caught a glimpse of his startled expression, and he rolled his body away from me. That was fine with me, as it would actually make things easier. I lifted up the edge of his covers and slid into bed next to him, our hot, bare skin touching. I reached around and felt for his hardness, finding it quickly. My hand was still slick with lube, and it glided easily up and down his length. I groaned inwardly at how wonderful his thickness felt. I breathed heavily on his neck, and ground my hardness into his back. I wanted to get him to touch it so badly, but first things first. I ran my knuckles up and down his shaft, and I felt Gray tremble, which just made my hardness ache even more. He grunted and thrust his hips towards my hand, and I just continued stroking him. He tensed his body, and began to groan as he shuddered and released. He brought his hand to catch his own release, and I squeezed him one last time, then snagged him a tissue. He accepted it and mopped up the creamy liquid. I licked my lips in anticipation, watching that. I had considered cleaning it up for him with my mouth, but that might be too much for him right now.

I lay behind him, listening to his heavy breathing. Then, I felt him start to turn towards me, so I turned as well, so that now he could be behind me. Gray reached his shaking hand around my waist and found me. He gripped me softly, squeezing his hand up and down once or twice, then grasped me so firmly, that I cried out. His hands were just as calloused as I had imagined, and it was incredibly stimulating. He stroked me, then brought his hand to the head and squeezed there, like he must have seen me doing to myself. I squirmed in pleasure, loving how roughly he was touching me. I felt his manhood getting hard again against my back, and I was immeasurably pleased to know that doing this was arousing for him as well. I clenched my muscles as I felt my climax approaching, and Gray swiftly moved his hand over me. I gasped unevenly as I came, and moaned as I felt Gray thrust his hardness against my back. I used a tissue to catch my release, and I trembled in ecstasy. I lay there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of afterglow, then I quickly returned to my own bed before he could kick me out of his. I fell asleep very satisfied.

The next day, I was busy doing chores for Doug. I thought about Gray all day, my mind wandering back to last night. How he felt to the touch, how he sounded when he groaned in pleasure…I found myself with a hard on several times during the day. When it was finally bedtime, Gray changed quickly and dove into bed, a sign to me that he was up for more tonight. I smiled a little to myself, changing out of my day clothes. I thought of something important, and I crossed the room to lock the door. We usually didn’t lock it, and it wasn’t like Ann or anyone else had ever tried to come in at night, but better safe than sorry. I turned off the lamp, and climbed into bed.

I lay for a minute, breathing heavily, my heart beating fast. I could hear Gray breathing hard as well, and I turned towards him, pulling my boxers off, and I saw him do the same. I got some lube and began stroking myself lightly, watching him, and he began pulling on himself hard, obviously desperate with desire. My mouth watered and my hardness ached at that, and I stood up and approached his bed again. He turned away from me, scooting slightly to make room for me. I slid in behind him, and put one hand on his hip and squeezed, being careful not to rub off all the lube. Then I slid my hands down over his muscular bottom, and I felt him tense up. I chuckled a little, knowing that he must be afraid that I was going to try to take him from behind. Well, I wasn’t really into that. I knew a better way to get pleasure. I parted his thighs slightly and slipped my hardness in between. I heard him sigh and felt him tighten his thighs on me, and I thrust into him.

Then, I reached around and found him. I stroked up and down his thick manhood, while at the same time pushing myself in and out of the tight space between his thighs. It felt so good, the slippery friction, and before I knew it, I was gasping unevenly as I came. I groaned as my hot, thick release spilled in between Gray’s thighs. As the waves of aftershock surged through my body, I realized that I was still holding on to Gray’s hardness. My hand had become dry, so I touched my fingers into the liquid I had made, and used that to glide over Gray’s manhood. Within just a few moments, Gray was bucking his hips wildly into my hand, exploding with pleasure. We cleaned up the mess as best we could, and then I once again returned to my own bed.

The next day, I was already sitting at the dinner table when Gray arrived. He slid onto the bench across from me, just a hint of a smile on his lips, and his eyes met mine for just a second. I gave him a quick smile back, and then he lowered his hat over his eyes, hunching over his dinner. If I was a more sociable man, I probably would be offended that the guy that I had brought to orgasm last night couldn’t even bring himself to say hello to me. But I wasn’t, so it didn’t bother me. I didn’t want to have conversations with him. I was happy just to have him around me, and even happier when I had him next to me.

Later, I got into my bed before Gray did, so he was the one to lock the door and turn out the light. I gasped as he immediately slipped into bed with me. My heart fluttered, thrilled that he was taking the initiative. I turned my back to him, and his hands insistently tugged at my boxers. My whole body tingled in anticipation as I removed them, and he quickly removed his own. He pushed his thick hardness between my thighs, moaning with pleasure. I tensed up my thighs to make it even better for him, and he thrust enthusiastically. Then I felt his arm snake around my waist, his hand finding my already hard member. He touched it lightly with the tips of his fingers, and the sensation of his calluses on my tender skin felt amazing. He then squeezed me and began stroking. His hand was dry, and it was a little too rough for me like that. I had thought to put the lube under my pillow just in case, and I managed to get a little on my fingers, then wiped it on myself. Gray squeezed the head and then spread it around on me. It made it so much more pleasurable, and I sighed happily. The strong way that he gripped me brought me to climax before I knew it. I moaned in ecstasy, and I felt him begin to buck harder against me. He shuddered all over and groaned deeply, as he spurted his hot come in between my thighs. He lingered for a moment with me, then abruptly stood up and went back to his own bed. I cleaned up, then turned to watch him settling into his bed. I smiled and then closed my eyes, quickly falling asleep.