Deftly, he bypassed my short's waistband, skimmed my modest pubic hair, and massaged the base of my shaft. What to do? The question was answered for me as shortly his hand came again, seeking my cock. But the invasion of my shorts, the intrusion into my sexuality, left me in shock, threw me in a state of heightened awareness, once my awakened brain took stock.Īt first, wanting but not wanting, I turned away from him, as if I were still asleep, my mind not believing that this was happening to me. The feeling of being desired, and that by a masculine friend, was heady. The sensation of having someone else do what I'd always done was exquisite. Here I was in bed suddenly with a hand on my cock, and two other guys in a bed beside us who'd likely not approve of what was happening. Never had anybody touched my cock but me. In the middle of the night, I awoke to a strange hand in my underwear stroking my cock, which was already hard and pulsing to his touch.Īt first, I was scared. I slept deeply, more so than usual, since I was exhausted from the tour. He'd make some comments on occasion, but nothing terribly far out of the ordinary for a guy. When we had roomed together, nothing ever happened between us. Two beds and four guys to a room, so an old roomie and I took one bed. Our college student group had just finished a two-month tour and on our last night before returning home, we stayed in a motel.