It had been at least 30 minutes since I had settled into bed, maybe longer. There's that moment just before you fall into a deep sleep, you're sort of awake but asleep at the same time - it's the part of going to sleep I enjoy the most, you're kinda in a dream land but you're still aware of everything around you.
I was just at that point, my breathing had slowed right down, my body feeling like it had sunken into the mattress, the covers pulled tight around me, when I heard the faint sound of the door opening.
There was enough moonlight filling the room allowing me to make out a figure entering the room silently. My eyes were half open as I watched Dave slowly pad into the room, moving deliberately but gently, like he was trying not to wake me. I lay on my left side, facing the doorway and was about to sit up and say something when I realised that even in that dim light, Dave was naked.
I don't know why I didn't say anything at that moment, I think a combination of curiosity and being on the verge of sleep slowed me from reacting; with my eyes half-open I watched Dave approach me slowly, even more inexplicably, I closed my eyes and feigned a gentle sleep as he finally stopped in front of me.
I could feel him towering over me, and more so, I could smell him, a feint yet unmistakable musky scent. And in that moment, on the verge of sleep, with this man towering over me in the dark, and the faint smell of what I knew was his manhood, I felt my own cock begin to stiffen and my heart started to pound.
Dave and I met thanks to our wives who had worked together for years. I had been married for ages but Dave and Cindy had only recently tied the knot. We all spent time together on the odd weekends, sometimes just relaxing at one another's house, other times travelling for weekends away. Dave and I got along ok, but really it was the wives that kept the friendship going. Sandra, my wife, did once mention after a booze-filled evening out with Dave and Cindy, that Dave was bi - I don't really recall much of the conversation, just one too many drinks I guess.
Cindy and Sandra were away on a hens weekend and as the two of them drive off, Dave turned to me and offered me a beer. The day blew passed with him and I shooting the breeze, drinking beers well into the night. At around 10pm I said to him that it was time to go home but he instead offered the spare room since it was silly to drive home after all the beers. I certainly wasn't drunk, tipsy maybe, but not drunk. So off I went, climbing into the spare bed and started to slowly sink into sleep.
I was definitely not about to sleep now as Dave stood silently next to the bed, about 2 feet away, closer perhaps. I have never been interested in men before or at all. I have always strictly been a ladies man, but in this moment, something was born inside of me.
Dave stood directly in my line of sight. My eyes were slightly open now as I continued to feign sleep, the room dark enough for him not too notice I hoped, and even if he did, so what.
