Sleep
It wasn't the best night's sleep, but it was the best I'd had recently. Several weeks of long days and late nights had me worn thin. I'd fallen asleep quickly the night before and failed to notice how lush the bed was. The sheets felt great against my skin. Morning light peeked through the curtains in a few places, casting a faint glow on the walls and ceiling.
My old friend Nate was kind enough to let me crash at his place and save me the long drive home.
The previous night ended abruptly around 1 am. Nate and I were both exhausted from a long day of meetings and corporate dinner obligations. By the time we got back to his place, not even a hot young stripper could have kept our attention, much less the 21 year scotch we left open and unattended on the kitchen counter.
My mind took in the feelings of rest and recovery as I lay in that bed, Nate still breathing sleepily on the other side. We'd shared beds before many times when we were on the wrestling team in college. No choice sometimes when you're on the road and bed space is limited. Besides, our bodies rubbed together for hours on end in practice and at the meets. Cram 10 guys into 4 dorm rooms. What's the big deal?
Nothing ever happened. Except a few times when we'd brush up against each other inadvertently, but sometimes let the touch linger for a moment to see if the other one noticed, or cared. Neither of us seemed to mind, but nothing was ever said about it.
I was on my back, my right knee bent, like the Captain Morgan pose, gazing at the ceiling fan and thinking about those nights. Nate moved slightly as the morning light began to wake him. His leg fell just next to mine, the inadvertent brush of skin on skin I was just remembering. I smiled.
I looked over at him. The sheet over his torso slowly rising and falling with his sleepy breath. The faint outline of his cock visible in the sheets.
We'd seen each other's cocks many times in college. The team showered together frequently. It was common for us to look at each other and crack jokes or comment on a teammate's gains in the gym. The cocks were always just there. The guys used to rib us about being brothers because our cocks were so similar. We both have "showers" instead of "growers". Our well cut mushroom heads hanging about 7" down in front of our balls. It was uncanny. "You guys could swap chicks and they'd never know" they'd kid in the showers. We could swap chicks, and did a few times. But we never got away with it.
Nate twitched slightly, making his cock wiggle under the sheets. My cock was in typical morning wood mode, which I encouraged with light strokes over the briefs I was wearing. He was naked. Just a thin sheet covering my cock twin.
I reached out and mirrored the light stroke my cock was enjoying on his. He twitched. I'd wanted to do this for years. We'd woken up like this many times before, but there were always three other guys in the room, making it impossible to have any privacy. Now we were alone, and my fingertips were dancing along the outline of two beautiful cocks in the morning light.
"Mmmmmm...." quietly escaped his lips as he turned slightly towards me. "We had the same dreams light night" he said, slowly opening his eyes.
"Did we?" I asked slyly.
"Seems so. I was thinking about your twin cock, and it appears you were thinking about mine." he said through a mild grin.
"Looks that way.."
"You know, I think about you and your cock a lot." he said. "I've always wondered what we could have done if we'd had some privacy in college."
"Really? Me too. Which is weird because I'm not really attracted to guys." I admitted.
"You don't have to like dudes to like dick." he said bluntly.
