Okay what am I going to do? I am naked in bed and Bobby wearing his top and bottom PJ's has come in and he is hugging me. He doesn't know that I am naked. He will freak out once he knows. I can't lean forward. Just keep from moving.
Oh damn, my dicks hard too. That happens naturally when you are asleep. Being in his embrace is so hot too. If I could only get it to go down. If he moves, he will feel it. It's just that my dick is so large. You can't miss it when it's at full staff. Don't press it into him. Oh Bobby, please don't brush against my cock.
"Mike what am I going to do," came out in gasp as he cried. His mom, my half cousin-we share the same grandfather-died three days ago. Though she was my cousin, she was only four years younger than my mom. I found her via a DNA match. It was so cool to find her. We were so much alike. We hit it off right away. I was so much closer to her than my other cousins that I grew up with.
She had diabetes and other health issues. She was widowed several years ago. When her husband died, Bobby, her only son, (Bobby had four sisters) moved in to assist his mom. He had never married. A few years back the three of us were at dinner when I was on business in the area, and he stated that he was not gay but never married because he was too selfish a person.
From what I could see, Bobby was not selfish, and I doubt a selfish man would have moved into take care of his mom.
I like Bobby. I like him a lot. Yeah, I have fantasized about him, but this is not what I fantasized. I know that if he was aware that he was hugging a naked man, it would be more than he could handle.
Unlike me, he wears a full get up to bed. What man wears a complete set of pajamas when the weather is like this? I know he is religious. I don't want this to end badly.
It's just me and Bobby here tonight. When he moved into his mom's, he had kept this house. Tonight several family members were staying at his mom's place and he and I were here at his very masculine feeling home. We came here after the viewing.
Bobby please keep your hands where they are. Do not slide your hands down my back.
I am to blame for this.
Earlier when we came in, we were spent. Exhausted, we collapsed into his big comfortable Lazy Boy chairs.
I had lost my wife in an accident years earlier. I understand the grief and pain of the loss of a loved one. As we got ready to head off to bed, I told Bobby, "I am here for you. You probably won't be able to sleep tonight. If you need to talk, let me know." He has taken me up on my offer and I am in my birthday suit. His hands are moving, please stop.
When we were standing in the living room both in clothes he said, "Thanks." We both got up and hugged each other. Bobby held me so tight. His hands almost were gripping me. Holding him, I could tell that he worked out. His muscles were firm and strong. It was a minute or two that we stayed united. I admit it, I let my hands slide along that firm back. Don't think thoughts like that. I need my dick to go down.
Of course, I had to make sure that I ended up in this position. When we broke, I told him, "I am serious. If you need me, let me know. If it's two a.m., I will be there for you. You can just knock on my door." It's two a.m.; he knocked; I am naked as a jaybird; and Yes, I am here for you; Someone help me.
He showed me to my room. It was nice but felt as if it belonged up in a man's mountain cabin. I stripped naked. That is how I sleep. I don't want clothes on. Now before sliding into bed, I did set my pants next to it in the chair just in case I needed to slip them on in the night. I normally would be fine walking to the bathroom stark naked, but I felt that Bobby would not be comfortable with it.
I was out as soon as my head hit the pillow. It was sometime in the night when I heard a knocking on my door. I knew who it was and turned on the light, "Bobby?" I was not thinking about that I was nude. I was just waking up.
"Can I come in?"
Making sure my lower half was still covered, I set up in bed, "Come on in." Oh no, I have a hard on.
Bobby made a bee line to me and grabbed me in this hug. He is holding me and crying. So that's how I got to this moment. Now how do I get out of this predicament?
Oh crap he is starting to move his hands. Don't go lower, please don't, keep them up. That 's good. They're going up. Oh no, he's starting down again. Oh, damn. No....oh no.
Jumping back off the bed like his hand had just touched a burning stove. With a shocked look on his face, "You're naked."
Yeah, I am. How to handle this? He needs to talk. "Just one second." Now I don't care who sees me naked. I love going to nude beaches. It doesn't matter to me, but with Bobby, I was embarrassed because he was. I kept myself covered for as long as I could be but there was the stretch to my pants. If he was looking, he was going to see my ass. And there was know way that he would miss my seven-inch hard cock that was bouncing up and down in front of me. It was like a rocket shooting out of my crotch.
If I were elsewhere, I would be making a show of it. I'd be strutting around hoping everyone saw this big piece of meat, but right now I felt like a thirteen-year-old boy who had just been caught jerking off by his mother.
Of course the pants won't go on. I am hopping up and down trying to pull them up. My dick is flopping up and down. It makes a large splat sound as it hits my stomach on one of the bounces.
It's so stiff. Trying to get it into my pants and it won't go. I am trying to wrangle this snake. It is not bending. I want to tuck it into my pants. It's so hard! Go in please. I am wrestling with it so I can stuff it in the left side where it prefers to hang out.
Got it. Zipped it up.
As I look at Bobby, my face felt red hot. He is staring at my pants. I look down. There is a huge bulge. It's like this mountain on the left side of my pants next to a valley that is on the right side. It looks so damn big.
What to do now? I tried to slide my hand into my pants pocket to hide it but when I do it looks obscene as if I am trying to play with it.
Pulling my hand out quickly. I don't know where to put it. It twisted this way and then that way in the air. Then I fold my arms just below my chest. I try to smile. Attempting to move on, "And you were saying?"
He was just looking at me. Staring at me like I was some weird stranger. It was like he had been watching a train wreck. I saw it on his face as his mouth still was gapped open. I really didn't know what else to do. The last thing that he said to me before he rubbed his hand on my bare butt and recoiled away. "So you are wondering what you are going to do?"
Still with that same look on his face, "Yeah."
Trying to move forward and hoping that this whole incident would not be discussed at some point tomorrow before or after the funeral. I feel as if I am still beat red. "Time. Yeah time, that will be it." Oh god help me. "What I mean is that you will hurt for a time, but with time, the pain will ease." Please take me out and shoot me now. He is still not saying anything. What have I done? I didn't bring PJ's. I didn't know that I would need them. I never wear them. Lots of people sleep naked.
The silence was killing me.
"A year or two, I bet that you will find some nice girl." I am normally so smooth and calm. Not now. "You're a good-looking guy. You're hot." And he was. He just saw me naked with an erection, I should not have said hot.
"I'm not going to get married."
He spoke, Yeah! Maybe we can move on from my nude modeling moment. "No one said you had to get married."
"No girl would be interested in me."
He has a great job, health insurance, he took care of his mom, is good-looking, "I know a lot of girls that would be interested in you."
'I don't think so."
Maybe he has some low self-esteem, I can help. "Why?"
"Because."
"Because why."
'"Just."