Morning Wood, Morning GlorybyStarsmore©
I woke up sweaty with a deep sigh. I had sex that night with the hottest man alive… only to wake up in my own empty bed and find that it was all a dream. Fucking great… Now I was horny as fuck in a hot room without air conditioner and with a nosy friend in the very next room. This is what I get for being a cheap bastard who’d rather save money and live together with someone than spending a few more bucks on an apartment where I can be alone.
I hadn’t been able to jerk off for several days because Mickey, my flat mate, had a tendency to always run into my room without knocking first. And doing it in the shower was no option because it was the only bathroom in the apartment, it had no locks and if Mickey needed to pee or take a shit, he didn’t care if I was in there.
But by this morning, I had had enough. My dick was so hard it was painful and I needed to get my relief so badly that I decided to take the risk of getting caught. After all, we were both men and I knew he had to be doing it too.
Too lazy to roll over to my back, I arranged the sheet underneath me so my cock was buried comfortably inside and slowly I started to hump. It felt magical. I had longed and needed this for so long it’s hard to describe how amazing it felt when my dick was rubbed through the layers of cotton fabric, creating a perfect friction.
Unfortunately, I didn’t get to do it for long before Mickey threw up the door and leaped up in the bed beside me. The bed shifted and I felt my cock getting rubbed against the sheet again and I suppressed a moan.
“Hey Danny! You awake?” Mickey asked.
“I am now.” I groaned and wished he would just leave me to finish my business.
“You wanna go out for some land hockey?”
“No!” I growled. “I’m resting.”
“Aw… Come one.” Mickey begged, but I only shook my head, hoping he would give up before I did. I was so close to just ignoring him and continue to hump my bed no matter what his reaction might have been.
“Get out of my room.” I muttered.
Mickey shifted and lay himself on top of me, pressing me further down into my cocks new, nice cave. I bit my lip almost hard enough for it to start bleeding to keep my mouth shut.
“Danny, come one.” Mickey begged again and bumped his ass against mine.
A gasp slipped through my lips. Mickey stopped his action. “Danny? Were you humping the mattress?”
I felt like the biggest idiot on the face of the planet. Correction; the biggest, HORNIEST idiot on the face of the planet. “Were you?” Danny propped.
“…No.” I lied.
Mickey raised an eyebrow before bumping his ass against mine again. This time I moaned. I could tell Mickey was grinning.
“You were masturbating!”
“I was not!” I protested.
“Yes, you were! You were humping the mattress!”
“I was only resting!”
Mickey bumped me again and I saw stars for a split second.
“Well, if you weren’t humping the mattress, then this shouldn’t feel good then.” Mickey said and bumped me slowly so my cock really grinded against the sheet and I couldn’t help but moan. “Or this.” Mickey said against and this time started the bumping on the side of my ass and worked his way all over to the other side.
And if that wasn’t enough for me to start moaning and gasping then nothing was. To my horror/pleasure, Mickey didn’t seem to stop.
“Mickey?” I gasped. “Stop now. It’s enough… Just stop.”
“I-I…” Mickey stuttered with a… gasp? “I don’t… think I can.”
I tried to think about what Mickey had just said while I was trying to decide whether to push Mickey away or enjoy the moment.
Suddenly, my blanket was pulled away from me, baring my naked ass and soon Mickey was back with his pelvis, humping my bare ass. And now I could feel, through the thin fabric of his boxers, his erect cock which was rubbing against the crack of my ass.
Mickey was breathing heavily in my ear and my own cock was now sliding, lubricated by my pre-cum, through the narrow passage of soft cotton I had created for myself.
Mickey moved away again and when he came back this time, I felt his naked dick rubbing against me. It was burning hot and so incredibly hard I could feel it throbbing against my ass. His movements became faster and I gripped my pillow hard, gasping and groaning as the sheet and Mickey’s humping brought me closer to orgasm.
“Mickey…” I gasped. “I’m gonna come. Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”
I felt Mickey lick my neck before breathing right beside my ear.
“Me too, dude.”
It took only a few more slides against the bed before I came inside the sheet, shivering and whimpering as I heard Mickey gasp once before the small of my back got splashed with hot semen.
Mickey collapsed onto my back and I was trying to ease my irregular breathings.
I had always seen Mickey as a complete pervert who’s not easily embarrassed. In other words, the direct opposite of myself. Yet, HE was the one who leaped out of the bed with a red, embarrassed face. Mumbling apologies before running out of my bedroom.
Poor guy… But inside I was grinning. Shit… That was so much better than humping alone. Maybe later I could talk to Mickey a little. After all, he’s only 17. He doesn’t know much of the world and all the different varieties of sexual satisfaction. He must have been very confused.
So I decided to go and talk with him later that afternoon. And teach him some more of my exquisite masturbation techniques.