I was tired. It was late and the last gasps of what had been a very long week. Driving home seemed like a dream that night after work and when I arrived at my place I found the lights out. Good I thought to myself. Sasha is out for the evening and I can relax and get into bed early after a long hot shower to wash off some of the hardness of the week.
Closing the front door behind me and flipping the latch. Sasha had his own key and could come and go as he pleased. I let him stay while he was looking for a place and a new job after his last year of school. We had been friends there and only recently had been re-aquainted. I stumbled in the darkness but knowing my way around the room like a cat I found my way to the kitchen and opened the fridge to stare blankly into the light for inspiration. None came. So shutting that door and losing myself again in the dark I wandered back along my path to the livingroom and reached around the corner to flip on the lights and preparing myself for the initial blindness and shock to my tired senses.
“Hey!” came a startled voice from down below the sofa.
“Sasha? That you?” I asked.
“Um, ya…could you give me a minute.” He said softly.
I suddenly realized what I had done and turned the light out and stood in the darkness at the edge of the kitchen doorway. I felt my heart stop and my feet were firmly planted in place on the tile. Their coolness rising up through my legs and freezing me solid. Sasha was in the middle of a quiet stroking of his cock when I rudely interrupted his pleasures.
“Sorry…I’ll go in my room.” He said and stood, nude in the half-light that cast in from the street through the curtains. He was in perfect silhouette.
“No, I’ll go. You stay and, um. You know.” I muttered and backed a step.
He moved around the chair and now I could make out the clear shadow of his full erect cock as it fell from side to side as he walked closer.
“Since you came in, would you like to join me?” He smiled.
“What! Sasha, come off it.” I said in my sudden breathless panic.
“Look, I’m not saying I want to fuck you man. Just, well it would be a turn on to do this together. Masturbate I mean. We can keep the lights off if you want.” He said and was now standing inches in front of me. His shaft pointing up at me and in his palm as his thumb caressed the tip. He reached forward and put his other hand on my shoulder. I stood silently as he moved his hand down my arm past the elbow and to the wrist. It was sexy and sensual and my own cock jumped to life. He placed my hand against his cock and moved to caress himself on the back of my hand. I was somewhere else, watching this happen.
The incredible hardness and warmth of it flowed into me.
“Sash…” I whispered.
His body closer now to mine. He no longer held his cock but let it play against my wrist and hand. Shifting his hips from side to side and massaging himself on my nervously limp arm.
“It’s okay. God that feels good. Touch me, stroke me.” He hushed in my ear.
Now I was so aware of his closeness and the warm breath on my neck as he spoke.