While I waited, I walked around to the back of the building, counting the number of windows I passed carefully until I got to our bathroom window, which was open a bit. I was going to try and scare Kenny, but decided against screaming at the last minute.
He had his back to the window, and was drying off with the skimpy little towels, his slender and pale back glistening with moisture. Kenny looked a lot like his sister facially, and didn't look that much different from behind either. With his long brown hair and his build, it could have been easily mistaken for a girl from that angle.
"Save me some towels there, sailor," I whispered loudly, and Kenny almost had a heart attack when he heard my voice.
"Son of a bitch!" Kenny exclaimed, covering himself up with the towel as best he could.
"Always so modest," I said with a laugh before leaving the window. "How are we going to have a threesome if you're so shy?"
I went back around to the front of the building and into the room, getting undressed just as Kenny emerged from the steaming room. My nakedness always made Kenny uncomfortable, and I liked as he pretended not to look at me as I walked past him. It didn't bother me if he looked or not. It's not like I had a fantastic body, but I was in good shape.
The shower spray was weak but refreshing, and I stayed in there for a long time. As I came out of the bathroom, I saw that Kenny was on the bed and already asleep, judging by the looks of him. Perhaps it was a result of having had a few beers too many, but after I glanced over in his direction, I did what must have been the most comical double-take in history.
Kenny was on his back, arms and legs akimbo, and the sheet that had been over the lower part of his body was now down around his ankles. For all intents and purposes, my very best friend was naked and completely exposed.
That was strange in and of itself, because Ken was a very shy person. It didn't seem like he had any real reason to be, but that's the way he was. We had taken showers in gym together, and had taken leaks behind trees and that sort of thing, but he wasn't the type to waltz around naked in front of me. The times I had seen his dick, it didn't look all that different than my own.
Now Ken was passed out and naked on the bed - the bed that we would be sharing. The problem was - who was this guy on the bed? I stubbed my toe on the dresser and cried out, quickly looking to see if he had woken up, but except for a slight fluttering of the eyelids, he remained motionless.
My eyes went right back to the area between his legs, and more specifically on his cock, which hung lazily onto his hip bone. Long and slender, it looked like an beige snake, and when I passed the foot of the bed, that angle made it look even more shocking, as the veins and stretched skin made the base of it look like the roots and trunk of a tree. It wasn't as thick as mine, but as for the length, there was no comparison.
...
Keeping my towel tied around my waist, I went over and locked the door and turned off the light before getting into the bed, trying my best not to disturb Kenny. That was easier said than done, since he was splayed over much of the bed, but I managed to find a space on my side after a little maneuvering.
One thing we hadn't considered when moving the bed to the window was that now the lights from the street lit up the inside pretty brightly. The noisy air conditioner masked most of the traffic sounds, although I could hear the scraping of shoes going past the window. Since the light poured through the curtain so easily, I wondered whether people could see inside as well.
That was all the more reason for me to keep my towel around me, not that anybody would give me a second glance with Ken and his anaconda-like penis resting beside me. For a second I considered pulling up the sheet to cover him, but decided not to because it was so hot in the room.
I could feel the heat radiating off of Kenny's body as he lay scant inches away from me. Rolling over on my side, I was happy that he had just showered, as his armpit was right next to my face. As I breathed through my nose, I could see his armpit hair flutter when I exhaled, which was further proof of how close we were.
Funny that Kenny had so much hair under his arms, since the rest of him wasn't hairy at all. That was a source of constant embarrassment to him over the years; his chest being smooth and his legs sporting only a light dusting on the inside of his calves, and he always made references to me having a rather hirsute body and wished that he was more like me.
Seeing Ken naked now made that desire of his seem foolish to me, as my eyes went back down his body. His cock was not quite as long as it had been earlier, but the size of it was still intimidating to me. Having played sports all my life, I had seen more than my share of other guys dicks, and seeing a guy with a tool that was longer soft that mine was hard, was sure as hell not something I was used to.
Maybe he had been dreaming earlier, I wondered. Perhaps he was thinking about his sister joining the two of us in bed and was getting excited. As sick as it sounded, I thought the image of the two of them together was erotic as hell, and then tried to picture what the three of us would look like, As I pictured that scene, I mused about whether Denise had ever seen her brother's cock.
All of this fantasizing was having an effect on me, and while I tried to blame it on the beer, I was trying to find a way to touch Kenny, and to touch his dick. Just curious, I said to myself in order to justify it. Never having touched another guys stuff, I was merely wondering if it felt the same as my own, and being very experienced in handling my own equipment I thought it to be a valid reason.
I moved my leg toward Kenny, feeling the hair on my leg make contact with Kenny's calf. In response Kenny seemed to come closer to me on the bed, with our legs now in full contact. His cock was now almost touching me, and all I had to do was grab it.
....
I didn't grab it, as tempted as I was. What I was feeling was easily signalled by the tent that was my towel, as my cock was rock hard and poking straight up into the air with the threadbare white cotton over it.
There was no way that I would risk a life-long friendship by doing something of that nature. What would he think of me in the future? He has too much to drink one night and I start groping him? He would never trust me again.
With that in mind, I made a noise that I tried to pass off as one of a half-asleep drunk, and gently rolled a little away from him and onto my hip. I was almost off the bed, but had created a little space between us, and after doing that I tried to relax enough to be able to fall asleep.
....
One thing about staying in motel rooms is that I can never figure out what time it is. Because of the strange surroundings, I'm disoriented as it is, and the lack of a clock in the room was no help, so I have no idea how long I had been asleep when I woke up, and maybe I had never actually been asleep at all.
When I did wake up, I quickly discovered to reason. Kenny's hand. It was on my hip, and Kenny's body was right up against mine. I tried to keep breathing normally as I lay there, afraid to move.
Probably just rolled over in his sleep, I tried to convince myself, and so I tried to keep my heartbeat from sounding as loud as it felt. In a minute, his hand would probably just slide off. Hell, I could end this all right now by simply sliding off of the bed and going to the bathroom for a few minutes, or simply grab his hand and push it away.
I did neither of those things. Instead, I just lay there and waited - waiting for who knows what. I didn't have long to wait.
With a slow, circular motion, I felt Kenny's hand rub my stomach with a pressure so light it was almost like the breeze coming from the air conditioner. His fingers caressed the thick growth of hair that covered the area, and after a minute or two of that, I felt his hand slide downward.
Now he was at my navel, and my breath was now very rapid and ragged, with my chest heaving rather noticeably. My cock was now straining under the cotton as Kenny's hand slid down to the edge of the towel.
I continued the charade of being asleep, not sure of what else to do. His hand had stopped moving downward, but only so he could pull me gently towards him so that I was flat on my back. As I allowed him to move me, his hand went back down onto me, inching along the edge of the towel until he found the loosely done knot that held it together.
