I walked into the house from my normal morning at the gym. It was 7:15 AM and the house was all but silent, the only sound, a gentle susurration from the central air conditioning. I knew Lucas, our houseguest, was downstairs in the media room. He was staying over for a few days...not for the first time. We had been family friends since he was born.
He had fallen asleep in the media room at some ungodly hour of the morning while playing PS4 games on my 65" 4K UHD TV. I had checked on him when I left for the gym about two hours earlier. I now found him sleeping on his tummy on the leather sofa, his long legs still in his blue jeans and poking out from under a light feather comforter. I looked at his 6-foot-long, eighteen-year-old lanky frame. I was reminded of the days when I didn't have an ounce of fat myself. Don't get me wrong, I'm a pretty fit guy, but it's been a while since I was as spare as this young man.
I was captivated by what I saw. Intrigued, and certainly inquisitive, I sat down at his left near his knees and gently lifted the light comforter, piling it on his upper back. I noted the two inches of plaid boxers sticking out above his belt. I could see that his pants had ridden down a bit, and that his glutes were so small they didn't fill half of the seat of his jeans.
He was gently sleeping, but my boldness (and perhaps suppressed desire) cautiously drove me onward. With my right hand I reached into the small of his back and gently caressed. I allowed my hand to wander back and forth, and then gently brought it down over his glutes. I hesitated for a moment with my hand unmoving, enjoying this moment of forbidden contact. Then I moved on, probing a bit further to see if my gentle caressing would arouse any kind of response from this supine teen male, all the while watching his back to gauge his breathing.
As I continued to softly rub his lower back, glutes and thighs, I was sure I saw his breaths deepen. I rubbed more insistently on his glutes, even letting my fingers slip down along the boundary of his inner thighs. Yes, he was definitely awake—breathing deeply but otherwise not moving. I moved my hand back to his glutes as I pressed more forcefully along his ass crack, pushing the fabric deeper into this forbidden and sensuous cleft. I really wanted my fingers to penetrate deeper into that space just below his balls, or in this orientation, just above them, but his legs were tightly together.
I pressed onward and was rewarded by his slight movement to open up his legs a bit. I extended the fingers of my right hand deeper into that fabric-covered, hot and moist space. Much to my surprise I encountered his fingers. It was then that I realized he had fallen asleep with his hands under his body, cupping his dick and balls. That reminded me of sleeping that way myself when I was perhaps his age.
After a bit of interaction with his fingers, he inhaled deeply and brought his hands out from underneath his recumbent torso. With my right fingers now buried near his perineum, my left hand began rubbing the outside of his left thigh. With some persistence I was able to get my left fingers under his thigh, gently rubbing along his left quads, and ever-closer to his guarded boyhood. Eventually he rolled a bit to his right allowing me sufficient access to get my hand completely under his groin. What I found there was both shocking and exciting. It felt like an enormous mound of cock. I could not have dreamed about the prize I was unexpectedly discovering. My own cock, at this point, was pulsing in my gym shorts.
Having attained his boyhood treasure, I rubbed and gently squeezed his dick through the fabric of his jeans. In response, he began pressing his body downward against my fingers. After a few minutes of this, and without a word, he rolled over on his back. At that point I knew for sure where this encounter was headed. With his tacit approval I unzipped his jeans and unbuckled his belt. I eventually was successful in freeing his very hard cock from the confines of his clothing. With the dawn well advanced, there was plenty of light for me to visually enjoy what I had set free. I just looked at it in awe. His dick had a smallish head, but otherwise it was long, probably 7 inches or more, and quite fat in the middle. It curved gently to the left just like my own, probably the result of the daily engagement of his right hand. I knew he had been masturbating every day since he was about 12. We had once discussed masturbation and a dozen other "forbidden" topics while sitting in a rowboat, fishing.
For a minute I just held and admired his cock, gently squeezing. With each beat of his heart I could feel the blood coursing through its prominent veins. It was eminently hard, and amazingly hot. I paused for a moment, just taking in this unexpected vision. At this point of increasing arousal, his extremities along his entire body began noticeably shaking. I knew from experience that this was a sign of excitement and anticipated sexual pleasure. Nevertheless I paused and asked him "Are you OK?" His response was an immediate and confident "Oh yes."
I continued to stimulate his impressive cock, despite still trying to achieve better access through his clothing. Eventually he sat up enough to reach down and pull his jeans and boxers down to his knees. I was, well, amazed at what I was seeing...and now holding. With his swollen dick in my hand, I looked at his face and said "Dude, this is going to make some woman very happy someday. You have an amazing cock my friend." He just grinned and once again reclined against the arm of the sofa.
It was now decision time for me. I knew I could jerk him off, and that would be a fun experience for both of us. On the other hand, I had only ever had a couple of cocks in my mouth, and my tongue had never felt or tasted cum.
I bent lower and licked his cock head, and then I kissed it. Sensing no resistance on his part, I carefully slipped it in between my lips. My own cock had been sucked many, many times. My wife was particularly good at it. So I knew I had to shield my teeth with my lips. It was a bit of exploration for me. It wasn't all that complicated and soon I was completely focused on what, for both of us, was a new and very sensuous experience.
I backed off of his cock and began to gently caress his balls, which were impressive in their own right. I remembered seeing them a few years back when he was younger. We were changing for a swim. Even then they were large for his age and hung noticeably below his adolescent dick. His whole scrotum was now quite a handful.
