The continuing adventures of Pam and Zach. I guess I'm obligated to state that all characters are 21 years of age or older. While embellished for literary purposes, events strikingly similar to these did actually happen.
It's Just a Handjob...Short & Sweet...
I woke up early and was sweaty all over, even though I had nothing on. We had gotten home late from a wedding reception, and apparently, neither of us had turned on the air conditioning before we went to bed. Even with the ceiling fan on, the bedroom was way too warm. I looked over at Zach who was still asleep on his back and was wearing only the flesh colored see-through boxers I had bought him awhile back, and he had kicked off his portion of the sheet as well. As usual, he had the typical male morning erection going, tenting his shorts. I love that look. When I started to get up, he awoke, asking me what time it was.
"Shhhh. It's early. It's only four o'clock," I told him. "It's still dark outside. I'm gonna some water."
He muttered something that sounded like, "Why's it so hot?" and "maybe I should get up too."
"We forgot to turn on the A/C," I informed him. "But stay in bed. I'll be right back. You'll be glad you did." He looked puzzled but so comfortable laying there and I wanted him to stay until I got back because I had ulterior plans for him. Then I got up, went into the bathroom to towel myself down before going into the kitchen and getting a cold glass of water. I also grabbed a couple of ice cubes, placing them in my now empty glass, turned on the A/C, got the blindfold from our toy box and sat down on the edge of the bed nearest Zach.
"Since it's so early, I thought I'd give you something to get you back to sleep," I whispered. His face turned quizzical, but he didn't open his eyes, which was great. I lifted his head slightly and placed the blindfold over his eyes, eliciting a smile for him.
"I've been thinking Babe," I started. "It's been a long time since I gave you a good old fashioned handjob. Would you like that?"
"Of course," he replied, and started to pull down his boxers.
"No, no, no. You just lay there and enjoy this," I instructed, taking his hands away and placing them over his head.
"This should cool you down." I began by taking the ice cubes and rubbing them on his nipples, causing him to shiver and moan while his nipples perked up and hardened. I moved them back and forth on his nipples and then down the center of his chest and abdomen, stopping at the top of his boxers, before bringing them back up, leaving a trickle of water along the path which pooled into his navel. The sensations from his nipples had a very direct effect on his penis, as I could see it swell and further raise the tent in his shorts.