Don was having a nice dream, fantastic even. He and Claire were at the summer cottage and the evening was cool. Don stretched across the four poster bed. Claire smiled, kneeling between his legs. Her soiled blue satin panties wrapped about his tall shaft and humid balls.
"Like that baby? They have my scent just for you. God I've never felt you harder. Big swollen cock. Love this head." Don murmured pleasurably from the soft masturbation.
The fabric's silky sensation directly against the front of his erection was maddening. Don's hips bucked attempting more friction there. Please, he whispered, a little harder.
Eyes fluttered open to dim morning light and Tom's grin. He lightly fingered the thin sheet draped over Don's massive hardon. How long has he been playing with me? Don't care, feels so good. Don stared at Tom's dark brown hair and beautiful smile.
"Nice dreams my friend?" He challenged, smirking.
"Umm. Yeah. I...uhh..." Tom slowly dragged the thin covering off, exposing Don's midsection and genitals. Insistent fingers grasped pink flesh, stroking the pliable skin up and down.
He sighed from the unexpected morning touch.
"Tell me about your dream."
"Oh. I was with Claire and she..."
"Yes? She?"
Don looked into the depths of Tom's encouraging, friendly stare. He began to experience newer feelings about Tom. Emotional and loving. The stroking sensation was sexual and highly charged but Don saw something different. His curly hair. Sans tee shirt Tom's rippling biceps and pecs. Tom cared and what he thought, what he felt. His fantasies.
"Claire was jerking me off on the bed. Using her satin panties. Driving me crazy. And then I woke and you were here. Teasing me with the sheet. It was..."
Tom grinned and squirted a dollop of K-Y jelly across the front of Don's aching member. Using a fingertip, he smeared gel over the magenta mushroom shaped head. Don moaned while watching the sexy act.
"So. You're a panty guy huh? Bet you jagged off into your older sister's undies huh?" Tom's palm encircled the hardened pole. Quick rhythmic strokes had Don gasping. His hips lurched, fucking the lovely fist.