It started when we were nineteen. I remember every second of it. It was a stifling summer night. The weight of the warm air crippling everyone and everything to the minimal movements. Four of us were laying in the breeze of a fan on couches in one of our parent's houses. The room was dark, with only the TV lighting up the room.
Joseph and Hakeem were already sound asleep, the heat and the weed we smoked had knocked them out early. I was dozing off too, with only my horniness keeping me awake. I didn't think anything of it at the time. I was a young man, I was horny all the time. A completely covered girl's body shape could make me hard. So when I stared at the half naked bodies of my friends being lit up by the bright light of the television, my eyes glazing over their muscles and bones, imagining their soft skin, I didn't think anything of it. I was simply horny and there were no girls in sight.
On the other side of the couch, his face out of sight for me, was Marcus. Marcus was the oldest, and cockiest. Nobody knew exactly why. He wasn't particularly pretty. His short curly hair always hidden with by a cap, his relatively skinny body always dressed in baggy gym clothes. Yet, he had that confidence that made even the hottest girls giggle. It was infuriating, really. But his coolness was expressed in many ways, for example his ability to be completely unbothered by two joints. I couldn't see Marcus face, nor did I really care. I told myself if I couldn't see him, he couldn't see me. And so I stroked my dick.
The embarrassment of touching myself in front of my friends had long evaporated. Just a quick beat off and I could fall asleep. I held the soft skin of my uncircumcised dick in between my fingers and pushed it over the glans. It wouldn't take long, I was sure. But instead of my thoughts drifting away to unlikely scenario's where several girls from our lecture classes would lick my balls and arse until I shot my load over their faces, I kept staring at Hakeems abs and Josephs ass. His tossing and turning and pushed his shorts slightly down, making his ass crack visible. His behind was so big and perfectly round, the light bouncing off of it like glass. The grip on my eight inch, but fairly broad dick, increased.
Now the fast movements of my hands against my shorts were making loud enough noise that you could hear it over the TV. If any of them were awake, there would be no question that someone in the room was beating off. For some reason, this turned me on even more. My pace increased and I couldn't help but imagine what it was like to shoot cum over Hakeems ripped stomach, the juice dripping into the creases of his six pack. I led out a slight moan and felt an orgasm coming. I couldn't handle it anymore and turned on my stomach and started fucking the couch.
To my surprise my dick slid in between the couch pillows, making for even a better feeling than I anticipated. I was going to blow my load in there. I didn't care if Josephs mother would find it the next day. I had to cum. I closed my eyes and shoved my face in a pillow as to not let out more moans. It was then, with my face buried, that I felt the full weight of a young man lay on top of me.
