I woke up by Jay shaking me awake. He always did that, the jerk⦠It wasnāt because I made weird noises or because he needed something. He just wanted me to wake up at a certain hour every freakinā morning and I could never understand why.
āGet up man! Itās almost 8.30! Shower time!ā
I growled and heaved myself out of bed. Ever since the fire in Jayās apartment, I let him stay at my pad. Unfortunately, I live in a one roomer with only a really small kitchen and I donāt even have room for a couch. So Jay had been forced to sleep in my bed⦠With me in it.
The problem with this was that Iām gay. I didnāt know, then, if Jay were. I hadnāt really asked him. All I knew was that I, in a sense, was thankful for him waking me up every morning so I could get into the shower and jack off, because thereās an extremely hot, NAKED guy laying in my bed every nightā¦
So anyways, I pulled on my bathrobe to cover my erection and headed for the showers. Following my daily routine, I turned on the water, slipped out of my bathrobe and brought out the lube. Water is terrible lubrication and so I preferred to take care of my business outside the shower before actually getting in to it.
I hadnāt even started touching myself when I noticed that I hadnāt shut the door properly! I somewhat freaked at threw myself at the door to shut it as fast as possible. But then I froze⦠Jay was NOT laying comfortable on the bed. Was NOT trying to get back to sleep or anything similar.
ā¦He was humping the pillowā¦
I know I should have looked away. That was a private moment! He was doing what I myself wanted to do so badly I could feel my balls ache. But I couldnāt look away. His face was twisted in pleasure and his hips moved a little faster and in such swift, graceful movements that I wished by everything holy that I was the pillow!
Jay groaned and rolled over to his back, cupping his heavy, almost reddish balls with his right hand and started stroking his thick cock with his left hand. I watched every moment so intensely that it felt like he was jerking me off instead of himself. Soon I realised why. I had hung up my bathrobe on a hook on the wall, right by the door and I was rubbing my dick against it, just like Jay had done with the pillow.
It felt great. I watched how Jayās hand started going faster over his shaft, his balls drawing closer to his crotch and how he bit his lip as he gave short, irregular gasps of pleasure.
The robe didnāt give me enough stimulation for this. I moved away and brushed my thumb over the swollen head of my cock, spreading the drops of pre-cum over the rest of my dick before jerking it. I tried to keep it slow and even to make it last longer, but it was almost impossible, given the wonderful view I had through the small crack by the door.
Jay gave his cock a few more strokes before letting go. I wondered why he did that, but then he lifted his head and⦠oh fuck⦠stared right at me, with a cocky grin.
āHey Benji. Want some help with that?ā
I felt my face redden to the point where I thought Iād never get my real skin colour back again. Jay laughed softly, got out of the bed and walked towards me with steps that would make a porn director blush. He pushed the door aside and pressed his palm against my erection. I gasped.
āJay⦠Whatā¦ā I tried to ask him what the fuck he was doing. But he shut me up very effectively by rubbing his palm against me. I felt myself tip backwards, but Jay caught me.
āDonāt you think Iāve noticed how you get rock hard every night before we go to sleep? Havenāt you wondered, even once, why I always wake you up this early?ā
He pressed his body close to mine and I could feel him rubbing his cock against my thigh. āI wake you up because you always starts humping the mattress and moaning in your sleep. I didnāt want to embarrass you.ā
Okay, so apparently I could blush even worse.
āOh, and you donāt think Iām embarrassed NOW?ā I whimpered. His hand was becoming more persistent and I was going to cum against his hand within just a few minutes if he kept that up.