Standing naked in front of the bathroom mirror, I watched my penis and scrotum bounce around as I brushed my teeth. Depending on which way I brushed they rolled and jiggled around in different directions. I liked to see how far my penis would stand out from my body by the time I finished brushing. It was a special turn on for me to do this with the bathroom door open to the outside, knowing I would have to walk out in the night air before I got back to my own room.
I was sleeping over at Russ' house, which I had started doing occasionally since the Four Bear Camping Trip. Russ had recently taken me under his wing, and started inviting me over to his house for dinner with his family. They didn't like me walking home late, so I would sometimes spend the night. I had spent a lot of time with them since the camping trip - going swimming, joining family movie night, playful wrestling matches with his kids. At times I felt like Russ' little brother, or his adult son. His kids had even started calling me Uncle Artie.
When I stayed with them, I slept in a detached maid's quarters with its own full bath. It was out of sight from any neighbors, so I felt comfortable walking around naked in my room at bed-time. His wife and daughter were away this weekend too, so I was even more bold, as I wouldn't be embarrassed if I were seen. In fact, it turned me on to imagine Russ coming out on the back patio and seeing me through the window.
He had gone to make sure his son Chet was getting ready for bed, and I had just finished brushing my teeth. You had to walk from the bathroom to the bedroom outside, which I did fully nude, enjoying the open night air on my whole body, imagining Russ glancing out the window and staring.
I always slept naked when I was at Russ' house, as I had started doing while we were camping. The quarters were set up as a guest room, so it had a queen-sized bed, desk, and armchair -- more luxurious than its original intent. I was sitting in the armchair reading when I heard the house's back door open and steps coming across the patio. I quickly hopped into bed and pulled the sheet up over my belly self-consciously. It was silly, seeing how much of me Russ had already seen, but I hadn't been expecting him to come out. I got myself comfortable, propped up with a couple pillows behind me and opened the book on my lap.
I was even more surprised when Russ came in carrying a book, with his son trailing behind him in his pajamas.
"Chet wanted you to read the bed time story tonight, if that's all right," Russ smiled at me, looking me over and probably knowing I was naked under the sheet. Their family often still read together before bed, even though their kids were both in high school, and I had joined them in their living room several times before.
"Sure," I said, "What are we reading?"
Russ handed me the book, a collection of old-time animal stories by a vet, and surprised me again by climbing up onto the bed and leaning back against the large oak head board. He was wearing an old, loose pair of boxer briefs and an undershirt, obviously ready for bed himself.
His son eagerly climbed up on the other side. As they settled on either side of me, I pulled the sheet to make sure it was loose enough over my lap to hide an erection should one occur. I pulled it up to cover as much of my stomach as I could, not wanting to give away my nakedness under the sheet.
Chet curled up beside me and leaned against me to see the pictures. I had to lift my arm around him in order to hold the book comfortably, and he settled against the right side of my chest. This was closer than I felt comfortable with. It was Russ' son, after all. What would Russ say if I started to get an erection? I wasn't aroused by Chet at all - I was into older men, not kids - but I might not be able to help it. It occurred to me later that Chet was the same age as I had been when John found the roll of film with my naked pictures on it. In fact, Chet reminded me a lot of myself at his age. He was a little stockier, and not quite as hairy, at least from what I had seen. Based on his genes though that probably would kick in any time. I mentally shook my head to clear those images from my mind. I decided I'd better start reading soon to distract my body from all this contact.
I had read a few pages when Russ shifted around to change position, pulling some more slack out for the sheet and turning toward me. Without Chet seeing he had created a gap on my left side, baring the side of my stomach all the way down my hip to Russ' view. I looked up from the book worriedly, and he smiled at me knowingly. I'm sure he had assumed I would be naked. When I went back to reading, he shifted to reach his right arm down into the gap, laying it against my left side, his fingers brushing the side of my leg as the back of his hand rested against my hip.
Not surprisingly, my penis got the message and began to lengthen. I was glad of the extra space under the sheets so it could grow without anyone noticing. I kept reading, trying to focus on the story and not on the hair of Russ' arm brushing against my side. In no time, though, I was fully erect. It was odd trying to read and act natural for Chet, knowing Russ was fully aware of my dilemma. I had to play it cool.
I was no longer worried what Russ would think about me getting an erection. It was clear by the fact that he occasionally brushed the outside of my leg with his fingers that he was doing this on purpose, as a little game. So I played along and finished the story. It was a long one, giving Russ plenty of time to get me riled up. I was relieved when I made it to the end without embarrassing myself, glad that it was done and Chet could go to bed.
I hoped that Russ would come out later and berate me teasingly about being naked in bed or getting a stiffy with his kid in the bed. But as I closed the book and handed it to Chet, Russ spun quickly toward me and said "Tickle attack!" reaching up under my armpit and squeezing my love handle simultaneously.
Chet laughed and dropped the book, and I barely had time to grab the top of the sheet to keep it from pulling off before they were both tickling my chest and belly and armpits. I couldn't defend myself from the onslaught, my whole focus on staying covered by the sheet, so I was helpless to their tickles. I am very ticklish anyway, and squealed and giggled in a most unmanly fashion with every pinch and prod. It was all I could do to keep the sheet from pulling off and exposing my nakedness.
Russ reached down to have a go at my knee with one hand and my thigh with the other. Chet took his cue and went in on the other leg. Russ moved back up to my stomach and Chet followed, but on the way must have brushed my erection.
Before I could react, his hand went back and pushed against my hard penis through the sheet. Innocently, he asked "What's that hard thing under the sheet?"
Chet and Russ both stopped and looked at me. I pulled the sheet up high again, hiding my body from the chest down, pushing back up to a sitting position from where I had slid down while under attack. Not knowing how to answer, I looked quickly up at Russ, then away just as quickly. He kneeled on the bed beside me, his butt resting back on his feet, and I could see a slight bulge from his penis, which must have grown a little but was not fully erect.
"Go ahead," he said. "You can tell him."
Chet had sat back too, and waited expectantly. This was exactly what I had been worried about. But at least I knew Russ wasn't mad. He was probably just enjoying my discomfiture, his way of teasing me. I was sure he would come out after Chet was in bed and have some fun with me. I figured I'd better just answer.
"Well, it's... my dick," I said lamely.
"Your what?" Russ asked. He was going to make this hard, I saw.
"My... penis," I said. My face flushed hot. That word always sounds so odd when spoken out loud.
Chet pondered this for a second, his brow furrowed. "But why is it hard?"
Again, I looked at Russ. He raised his eyebrows and remained silent.
"Well, it just happens sometimes when you're older," I explained. Chet was eighteen - I had been at his birthday party a few weeks ago - he must know about this by now.
Russ stepped in. "Do you remember what it's called when your penis gets stiff like that?"
"An ejection?" Chet ventured.
"Erection," Russ corrected.
"But isn't that what happens when you're... having sex?" It was Chet's turn to blush now.
"Yes," Russ chuckled, "but it happens other times too."
"Like you, first thing in the morning?" Chet asked, looking over at his dad, kneeling in his underwear.
