My Boys

Summer 2008

After my freshman year of college, I got a job as an RA. I stuck with it for the rest of my undergraduate career. I mean, how can you pass up a heavily discounted single apartment and a weekly salary, plus the power that comes with the job? On top of all that, I actually enjoyed it. Mostly because of the great friends I made.

The best of which was a fellow RA, Ben. We were both in the same community, though I had been in the position a year longer than he had. As luck would have it, during Fall training 2007, we got placed in the same group and immediately hit it off. As the year progressed, we actually became best friends. Or as most of our coworkers would say, we had a "man crush" on one another.

Which was more or less the truth. I don't really classify myself as gay (despite my sexual experiences with guys). Emotionally, I'm strictly attracted to girls. But if I were, I would definitely want a guy like Ben. He's a lot like me as far as personalities go; probably why we get along so well.

And he's easy on the eyes as well. Kinda short, I think about 5'9". Somewhat shaggy brown hair. He's Hispanic, though you'd never guess...he just looks like a guy with a nice tan. And thanks to years as a swimmer, diver, and rower...he's got a nicely toned little body.

Anyway, it was summertime. Ben had opted to go home for the summer, while I had stayed at school to work and take class. One weekend though, I made the journey down south with a mutual friend who happens to live near Ben. The three of us, along with two other friends decided to have a sleepover one night. So it was me, Ben, and these three girls.

Originally, we had planned to have a boy's bedroom and girl's bedroom. But instead, we just pulled a mattress into the girl's room. He and I would sleep on the floor mattress, while the three girls occupied the bed.

I had no problem sleeping with a guy (obviously). Ben didn't mind either, he had two brothers and we had both done it with friends growing up. So there was never the feeling of "Oh, this is awkward. Must stay huddled over on my side and go nowhere near the middle."

Fast forward to the middle of the night. I wake up with my head resting snuggly on the inside of Ben's shoulder. Not thinking much of it, I just quietly moved back to my side.

The next morning he asked how I had slept.

"Too good," I admitted. "I woke up at one point laying on you."

"Haha, yeah I know. I woke up like that too. You seemed so peaceful I didn't wanna wake you," he laughed.

Well that was cool. He really didn't have a problem with me snuggling with him. I continued to feel more and more comfortable with Ben. No wonder people thought we were lovers.

About a month went by. I was back at school. Ben ended up coming up to visit me and the other RAs for a weekend. We had another sleepover in our friend Mary's room, however this time we were on separate beds. The next night though, Mary was on call. Ben and I didn't want to get woken up, so we opted to stay in my room instead.

We hung out for awhile, playing Wii and watching TV. After awhile though, sleep was calling. Ben got some shorts to put on. To my utter surprise, he just dropped his pants right there in front of me. I know it shouldn't have been a big deal, it just surprised me is all. I'm usually a pretty modest guy, so I wouldn't have been so bold. But it was nice to know he felt comfortable enough to disrobe right in front of me.

His shirt came off before he even put on his basketball shorts. So for a few glorious seconds, I had this gorgeous guy standing right in front of me in nothing but navy blue boxer-briefs. And may I say, he filled them out very well.

I tried not to stare too much, just casting glances his way as we continued to carry on conversation. Before long, he was dressed for bed, and I decided to do the same. I went to the bathroom to change though. Like I said, modest.

My blowup mattress was still up in Mary's room, so I only had a fullsize bed. Ben didn't even question it though. By the time I got out of the bathroom, he was already laying in the bed. I quickly joined him.

We talked for a little bit. Just about random stuff. But we were exhausted, and soon had both drifted off the sleep.

I woke up again in the middle of the night. This time I wasn't resting my head on Ben. Rather, he had his chest pressed up against my back, his arm just barely draping over me. He sure was a cuddler.

With anyone else, I probably would have felt awkward and tried to move. But as was always the case with Ben, I just felt completely comfortable. So I actually eased backwards, nestling further into his embrace.

That's when I noticed just how comfortable he was. I suddenly felt something very stiff poking into my ass. Had I been naked, it would have been resting right between my cheeks.

I couldn't believe he was hard. Hard as steel as a matter of fact, and he felt pretty large pressed up against my ass. The situation sent an instant spark to my own dick, and it shot up in record time. Now I was never gonna get back to sleep. And it's not like I could jack off to relieve myself. Not in the position we were in.

I decided to try and ease out of Ben's embrace. Maybe go to the bathroom, take care of myself, and by the time I'd get back he'd have his spike under control. I started to ever so slowly slide away from his body. That's when he started to stir.

I froze in place as Ben shifted. His movements caused his rock hard erection to grind into my ass a couple times before he eventually turned over. Okay...crisis averted. Though his goodbye grind had done nothing to kill my own arousal.

Somehow though, I managed to drift back to sleep. And I didn't wake up again until morning, just as Ben was also arising.

"Morning," he mumbled.

"Good morning," I replied.

Ben yawned and sat up. He began to stretch but paused halfway into it.

"Wow, I'd say it's a good morning," he grinned.

A confused look took over my face. But as I followed his gaze, I understood his pun. My little soldier was at full salute this morning, stretching the flimsy fabric of my pajama pants straight to the ceiling.

A blush covered my cheeks, but I tried to play it cool.

"What can I say, I slept with a fox last night," I joked.

"Oh really," Ben raised an eyebrow. "They must not have known what they were doing. Looks like they left you high and dr-...well, high anyway."

"Hardy har har. I should go get rid of this thing before it puts someone's eye out."

I hurriedly rolled out of bed, taking most of the blankets with me. Just as I was about to start heading to the bathroom I happened to glance back at Ben. Where the blankets had been pulled away, it revealed his lower half. His shorts displayed the same protrusion as my pants.

I practically ran to the bathroom before I exploded. This was too much teasing for one guy to take. As I stood in the bathroom, I realized that Ben would be waiting in my room while I was just rubbing one out in the bathroom. It seemed a little awkward. So I opened the door and yelled that I was gonna go ahead and take a shower.

I turned on the water and stripped off my shirt and pants, leaving me in some tight red trunks that were threatening to burst. It suddenly dawned on me that I had forgotten to grab a change of clothes. I opened the door and walked back out into the room. Right before I got around the corner to where the bedroom area is, I noticed a slight squeaking sound. A very familiar squeaking sound actually. Bedsprings! With the shower on, he must not have noticed me opening the door.

To confirm my suspicions, I slowly and quietly peeked around the corner. Sure enough, Ben was lying in my bed, shorts pulled down slightly, and his fist bouncing up and down on his cock. Just as I had suspected last night as that very cock was wedged between my ass cheeks, it was a rather impressive one. I'd say just slightly shorter than my own, probably 6 and a half inches. Maybe a little thicker though. I could tell it even had a slight upward curve to it.

Without even realizing it, I had begun to rub myself through my underwear. I had never really thought the whole voyeur thing would be such a turn on. But I guess it was really just like watching porn. Only in this case, much better.

I couldn't help myself. I eased my trunks down, allowing my 7 inch shaft to spring out, ready for action. My hand wrapped around myself and began the familiar routine of stroking. I had my back up against the wall, occasionally stealing glances around the corner to watch Ben performing the same act. I tried to match our strokes. As he sped up, I sped up. When he reached down to massage his balls, I did the same. It was such an erotic experience. The wrongness of it only made it hotter. We could both be caught at any second.

Ben's breathing was becoming more labored, his strokes more erratic. I could tell he was close. And to be honest, I wasn't far behind. But it was he who first let out the tell-tale moan, arching his hips slightly, and shooting shot after shot of cum onto his own stomach and chest. So hot.

But it got better, and even more surprising. He actually took his cum-covered hand and brought it up to his mouth. The second his tongue touched his hand, my orgasm took over. Obviously, I hadn't thought this through. In my current position, I ended up shooting my juice out all over the floor, some even getting on my desk. Even worse though...I wasn't exactly quiet as I came.

The sound of my moan caused Ben to shoot up in the bed, though he didn't bother to cover himself. Probably just in shock. I whipped my head back from looking at him and pulled myself tightly against the wall, praying that I would blend into it.

"Shane?" he asked.

Should I answer, or pretend I wasn't there? Could I maybe sneak back into the bathroom without him knowing? As all these thoughts ran through my head, the last thing I expected was for him to pop up from around the corner.

"Ahh! Ben...I wasn't...I mean, I didn't..." I stuttered.

"Geeze dude, you made a mess over here," he said, seemingly oblivious to my discomfort. I noticed he had pulled his shorts back up and his shirt was back in place, though I could see wet spots seeping through it.

"I'll clean it up," was all I could think to say.

"Well, if you're not gonna use the shower, then I am," Ben said. Then he looked directly in my eyes and said, "I hope you enjoyed the show."

He walked off past me, towards the bathroom. I couldn't tell if there was anger or disgust in his words. As I tried to figure it out, he paused outside the bathroom door to say:

"I know I did."

And with that, the door closed behind him and I was left alone, limp dick hanging out and still dripping on the floor, not quite sure what his last comment had meant. I finally shook myself from my stupor and tucked myself back in. Then went to get some towels to clean my mess up with. As I walked back toward the site of my accident, something caught my eye.

Almost in a trance, I walked backwards to the bed and sat upon it. Looking into the floor length mirror hanging on the opposing wall, I had the perfect view of where I had been standing all that time.

AN: I really do have a man crush on Ben. There will definitely be more to come with him in the future. As always, I appreciate your comments!