My old college roommate came to visit.
We stayed up late at night.
Wife's asleep upstairs.
It's just the two of us downstairs.
Watching a movie.
Lights off.
Sex scene on film.
Man on screen slides his hand up woman's inner thigh.
Jokingly, my old roommate does the same to me.
Not surprised.
"You always teased my thigh."
He chuckles.
But this time, I place my hand on his thigh too.
Never did that before.
I glance.
I'm centimeters away from his junk.
Neither of us move.
On screen, she's topless now.
I'm aroused.
Heart beating faster.
But not just because of her.
Our hands haven't moved.
My erection's getting stiffer.
Can he feel it rising?
I've secretly fantasized about a moment like this.
I take a risk.
I grab his hand.
I slide it the rest of the way.
He's touching it.
He's touching my manhood, hiding under my jeans.
I press his hand down.
The growing hardness of my rod is inescapable.
But he doesn't flinch.
On screen, the man is between her legs.
Movies rarely show the man's penis.
But I wonder if I'll be able to see one.
Breathlessly, I slide my hand onto my friend's crotch.
For the first time ever, I feel the outline of another man's dick.
It too is hard.
It feels big.
I want to see more.
My forbidden fantasy.
Too aggressive might scare him away.
Too passive might lose the moment.
I pose a question.
"Is this okay?"
He doesn't respond.
I squeeze his dick through his pants.
He squeezes mine.
I can feel it flare up.
Heart pounding.
No eye contact.
I find the zipper on his jeans with my fingers.
I slowly start to pull it down.
He does the same to mine.
I need two hands to undo the button on his jeans.
He copies me again.
Flys are open.
Boxers are showing.
Bulges are protruding.
I reach for his.
I fish out his cock through the gap in his boxers.
Holy fuck, I'm grabbing his bare cock.
He's big like me. Maybe even bigger.
His mushroom head is... enticing.
I start stroking him.
Groan.
He's released me into the open.
And he's fondling me.
I shift on the couch to spread my legs.
He starts jerking me more aggressively.
I moan quietly.
He shifts on the couch.
He slides his jeans partway down his thighs.
Easier access.
I do the same.
But then decide to go farther.
"Fuck it."
I move his hand temporarily and pull down my boxers too.
Past my ankles.