An Unexpected Awakening

I woke up suddenly, a little fuzzy as you are at first. I checked my watch, nearly 4 am. When my head cleared I realised that Steve's outstretched arm was laying over my body. I froze, wondering what was happening............

I should explain.

You see, Steve and I were at Mark's house. He's an old friend of mine, we go back many years. We were staying over for a couple of nights. The reason being Mark's marriage had failed recently and I suggested to him during a phone conversation that myself and Steve who is a work colleague but also a good friend of several years drive down and give him a bit of moral support. A few drinks and some laughs would hopefully help him forget his problems for a while.

Steve and I worked together but as time passed, we became friends and often spent time together socializing. We had similar interests and things in common.

After we arrived at Mark's, we sat around chatting and catching up on events. As time went on we ordered in some food and drank a few beers. It was getting late, and Mark said, "I'm working tomorrow so I think I'll turn in. Oh, I nearly forgot about sleeping arrangements."

He was very apologetic and asked if Steve and I wouldn't mind sharing a bed. It was a small apartment with only two bedrooms. We looked at each other and shrugged, "Not a problem for me," said Steve.

Mark turned to me with an enquiring look, and said, How about you Luke?"

"Same here, we'll cope. No snoring," I said, grinning at Steve who frowned and gave the time honoured hand gesture.

We made our way to our bedroom and tossed a coin to see who would be first in the shower, Steve won. I undressed down to my boxer shorts and sat on the bed, fiddling with my phone, waiting for Steve to return. Minutes passed, then he breezed in smiling and said with an even bigger grin, "Your turn. I've used all the hot water."

I reciprocated his earlier hand gesture. He too was just wearing boxers and as he crossed the room I couldn't help noticing the slight bulge in them as he passed in front of me.

I should make it clear that at this time I was in my thirties and married, Steve, who is a few years younger in his early twenties, was engaged to Sara, a lovely young woman.

So two hetero mates sharing a bed was no big deal, or so I thought. I returned to the bedroom and after some feigned arguing and Micky taking we got into bed. A bit more good-humoured name-calling and banter ensued and then lights off, time for shut-eye.

............. Being fully awake now I didn't really know what to make of the situation. Do I just ignore it and go back to sleep?

But what was that frisson I felt when I first realised Steve's arm was almost embracing me and earlier that same feeling when he came back from showering?

I needed to move as you do when you have been in the same position for a while. My back was towards Steve, so I slowly rolled over so that we were facing each other. His arm remained in position across my body as I moved. In the dim glow that was filtering through the curtains from the street lighting, I could see Steve's face; he seemed to be fast asleep. His arm's not there deliberately, I thought; he'll eventually move, no big deal. Just then Steve's eyes flickered open; it must have been my movement that woke him, and after a few seconds he murmured, "Oh, sorry Luke, didn't mean anything," and he began to slowly draw his arm away.

Impulsively, I took his wrist with my left hand and said, "It's OK, Steve, it's OK, I don't mind, it feels nice."

Christ, why did you say that, you moron? I thought.

He looked at me, his face expressionless, perfectly still and silent. It was then that I felt something unspoken pass between us. His arm remained in place, resting over me at waist level, both of us motionless. Our faces were only inches apart; we were gazing into each other's eyes; time stood still.

I couldn't help myself; he was so close, he was touching me, I felt the heat from his body, the soft bed cocooning us. I couldn't stop myself. I moved my head towards him and placed my lips on his, kissing him tenderly. To my astonishment, he didn't flinch, object or push me away. Seconds passed, and I felt his lips part and he gently pushed back, moving his head, grinding his lips against mine. With a feeling of amazement, I felt his tongue probing, slipping into my mouth.

I melted; we kissed, our tongues passionately exploring each other's mouths as if we already were lovers. I felt his arm move again but this time not away from me; he embraced me. I felt the palm of his hand, his fingertips on my back, tracing a path up between my shoulder blades, gently pulling me closer to him. By now my penis was hard, straining against my shorts. What the hell am I doing? I thought. I'm not gay; I've never been anywhere near a man before sexually. But somehow that didn't matter. Nothing mattered.

We were in each other's arms, stroking and caressing each other's bodies, kissing, quiet moans escaping our lips. I caressed his face, stroked and kissed his neck. My hand moved down to his chest, finding the hard little nubs of his nipples. I ran my thumb around them, feeling them grow stiffer. A tremor ran through his body and a long slow moan passed his lips. My hand travelled further down, exploring his slim body, loving the touch of the smooth, warm skin, stroking his belly; my fingertips circled his navel, gently caressing him.

"Steve," I whispered. "What are we doing? This is crazy."

"Luke, it's alright; just let it happen. I've fantasised about us being like this for so, so long. Now we're together, let's just enjoy it."

"Really, you mean you've wanted this?" I whispered.

"For so long, yes, but I daren't say anything for fear of losing you as a friend. I had no idea you had feelings for me."

"Steve, I've had feelings for you for so long. I've had so many fantasies running through my head. I've longed for something like this to happen; I never dreamt that it actually would and that you felt the same."

I kissed him again; I was so turned on I didn't want this to stop.

I moved myself so that I could kiss and lick his chest and nipples. My hand in its wanderings, found the waistband of his boxer shorts. All I could think was I want his penis in my hand; I want to see and feel what I saw a hint of earlier, his flaccid cock moving in his shorts as he walked across the bedroom. I whispered softly, "Can I touch you there? Do you want me to?"

"Yes, I do, more than anything."

My hand slid across his shorts slowly until I felt the shape of his cock lying flat on his belly. I ran my fingertips along the underside, which caused him to moan and thrust his hips up to meet my caresses. I hooked my thumb in first the left, then the right side of the waistband and slipped them down around his thighs. Throwing the duvet back I looked down and saw his penis for the first time. Mercifully there was enough light to see his almost naked body. He was hard, so very hard; his foreskin had slid partway back revealing his swollen cock head. Precum was glistening around the tip. He was shaved, completely hairless, as was I.

I wanted him so much. I took his penis firmly but gently and began wanking him slowly, dragging his foreskin all the way back fully exposing his cock head. Moaning with desire, I began to lick and kiss his shaft, running the tip of my tongue around the glans then teasing his foreskin. Licking and kissing the length of his cock. My mouth found his balls and I licked and kissed them, gently sucked on them, taking them into my mouth, feeling the weight of them on my tongue. Then for the first time ever I took another man's swollen cock into my mouth. My tongue lapped and swirled around it, both of us moaning with lust. He gasped,

"Oh yes, oh yes," his back arching, pushing his cock further into my wet mouth. Saliva was dribbling down his shaft. I was wanking myself, sliding the tip of my cock back and forth along his thigh. I was in heaven; sex with women was amazing, but this was something else. I felt so emotionally close to him. Was I in love with him and never realised it, I wondered? Am I making love to him rather than just having sex?

Wanting to go further, I shifted position, straddling his face so that we could suck each other's cocks. I took him in my mouth again and felt his hand inside my shorts taking my cock and pulling me down to his waiting lips and tongue. My head was bobbing up and down, taking more and more of his cock, trying my best to deep throat him. He was about average length and girth but because this was all new to me, I couldn't take him all the way into my throat. Maybe next time, I thought. Please let there be many next times. The intense feelings as he sucked, kissed and licked me were amazing, he took me right to the edge of the precipice but I didn't want to cum yet I wanted this to go on and on. He gently squeezed and caressed my balls; his hand slipped further between my legs causing me to moan with sheer lust as I felt his fingers stroking and probing my anus. We stayed like this for a while, then I said Turn over, baby. He rolled over face down. I straddled his shoulders and, facing his feet, began caressing his back; then, bending over, I ran my tongue down his spine. Seeing the smooth, girly cheeks of his bottom made my cock twitch. I stroked, kneaded and squeezed his soft warm, yielding globes. Oh, that is so nice, Steve purred. I sat up and, taking his hands, guided him up into a sitting position. I spread his legs wide then eased myself between them, sitting with my thighs resting on his. I moved towards him so that our cocks were almost touching. I inched forward and felt a thrill like an electric shock as our cocks touched. I took them both in my hand and began to wank us both. His arms enfolded me and our tongues met again in his mouth. What an amazing feeling, his warm, hard cock held firmly against mine.

I couldn't wait any longer. "Turn over babe," I said and he rolled over on to his stomach. On my knees now, I moved down his body so that I could kiss his bottom. My tongue lapped at his girly cheeks, covering every square inch with kisses and after a while I gently eased them apart and buried my face between them. I was going to live out one of my fantasies. My face nestled between his cheeks; my tongue found his anus and I greedily lapped at it, pushing the tip in as far as I could.

"Oh God," Steve said in a passionate whisper,

"Oh my God, don't stop, please don't stop, lick my arsehole; you're going to make me cum, Luke."

"Baby, I don't want you to cum like this. Stand up lover, I want you to cum in my mouth." Steve slid off the bed and, kicking off his shorts, stood before me completely naked his cock almost touching his navel. His eyes were wide, pupils fully dilated and his mouth slightly open like a woman posing for a glamour photo. I knelt on the bed, worshipping him with my eyes, I realised then that I adored him. I saw how feminine his naked body was, slim with just a hint of girly curves. I got off the bed and slipped out of my shorts. Naked I stood behind him our bodies pressed together, my penis, so hard, held against the smooth cheek of his bottom. I knelt and took up where I left off.

"Pull your cheeks apart for me, lover." He dutifully obeyed and I moaned with desire as my face touched his willing flesh and my tongue returned to the place I lusted for, his beautiful puckered pulsing anus. I began tonguing and licking him again and reaching around took his penis in one hand. With my other hand I cupped his balls, caressing them. I wanked licked and caressed him like this till I sensed he could take no more and would cum if I carried on. Standing up again I moved around to face him and took him in my arms our hard cocks pressed between us. He slipped his arms around me, pulling me closer. I kissed him deeply and whispered in his ear,

"Do you want to cum now, baby?"

He nodded his head and said, "Yes, yes, make me cum." I slowly knelt down letting my tongue slide down his body as I descended till I was kneeling in front of him. Looking up into his eyes I gripped the base of his cock and took him in my mouth. Stroking his balls, I began to wank him and at the same time moved my head back and forth, feeling his penis sliding in and out between my lips. My tongue swirled around his cock head and teased the tip and the hole his sperm would surely soon spurt from, this was magical I adored having the most intimate parts of his body in my mouth or under my tongue. I gripped him more firmly in my hand and increased the speed of my wanking. It didn't take long, I sensed he was close to the summit. His whole body became tense on the verge of ecstasy. I was wanking myself, hoping we would come simultaneously which would have been so intimate for our first sexual encounter. Steve began to move his hips fucking my mouth and suddenly he moaned "Oh honey, I'm coming, I'm coming." I quickly raised my arm up to his face and pushed two fingers into his mouth then, running my saliva-soaked hand down his back I slid my fingers into his bottom. Immediately, he gasped and I felt him spurting into my mouth, I loved it, seemingly endless warm jets of cum gushing into my mouth. I swallowed it all greedily my tongue licking around his cock head gently massaging it with his own semen. Steve's passionate moans as his cum sprayed into me, his cock pulsing in my mouth was too much. A great wave washed over me and I came as well, my hips thrusting, streams of semen spraying over Steve's legs.

Our orgasms slowly abated and he stood before me his naked body trembling, his cock still between my lips. I let it slip free and bending down began to lick my cum from his legs. It felt so wanton and kinky to do that but I just loved it.

"That was amazing, fucking amazing," he said.

I smiled. "Yes, it was. You made my dreams come true." I stood up took him in my arms and kissed him pushing my cum covered tongue into his mouth then holding his hand led him back to bed. "Mmm, you taste good he murmured softly I think I want much more of that."

I lay on my back and pulled him on top of me, his cock now flaccid as was mine, felt so good pressed against me. We lay cuddling and deep kissing for a while, stroking each other lazily, then I said: "Steve, do you think we will do this again?"

He raised his head from my chest smiled and said, "Yes, of course. I never realised how wonderful sex with a man could be. But as I said before, I've thought about us like this many times. Now it's happened we can't go back. Baby, I want more, much more. I want to go all the way with you, I want you to fuck me, I want to feel you deep inside me, cumming in me. Will you let me fuck you? Do you want that also?"

Like Steve, I had also made the same decision. There was no going back now so I kissed him and said,

"I can't wait for next time and yes, I do want you to fuck me. I want to feel you filling me with cum. Steve, my sweet, I think I'm in love with you; maybe I always have been and not realised."

As we drifted off to sleep, I lay there thinking I'm glad there are a few thick walls between this room and Mark's. Oh well, we'll find out tomorrow if Mark overheard us.

We fell asleep in each other's arms.