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My Friend, Naked
I got off my bike and checked my watch. I hadn't planned to arrive for another half hour, but I had visited Harry's house practically every Saturday night since we became friends at school, so being early was never an issue. This week we were going to plan our joint 21st birthday party, it was happening the next month and I was eager to get started. I chained my bike to the fence outside his house, and started up the path to his front door. I was half way to the door when I saw Harry's mom standing at the kitchen window, beckoning me to come in.
"Hey Liam! Nice weather for a bike ride." she said as I entered the kitchen.
"Yeh, it's nice and warm" I replied, "I'm a little early, is Harry home?"
"Sure, he's upstairs. I just heard his shower start up, so he's probably in his bathroom, but I'm sure he'll not mind you waiting in his bedroom, if you want to head up."
We chatted for a few minutes about the upcoming party, and she offered me a drink. I took a bottle of water from the fridge and made my way up to my friends room. Walking up the stairs, I could hear the shower running from his en suite bathroom. It was his private bathroom, so I gathered he was in there and opened the door to his bedroom without knocking. I glanced at the door to his bathroom, which was shut tight, and then turned around to sit at his computer desk. That's when I saw Harry lying on his bed, wearing nothing but a pair of white ankle socks.
"Man, sorry, your mom..." I stammered in an attempt to explain why I'd just came into his room without knocking. I was half way through my sentence when I realised he wasn't reacting. He was lying face down on his bed, with his iPod ear buds in both ears, he must have decided to listen to some music while he cooled down after his shower, he didn't even know I was there. I stopped babbling and took stock of the situation. I'd never seen Harry naked before. We'd known each other for years, but he'd always been shy when it came to his body. Even when we went swimming, he'd change in a cubicle or under a towel. To be honest, I'd never had any sexual thoughts about him, he was my best friend, but now I felt my shorts tighten ever so slightly at the sight of his bare ass in front of me.
I was about leave the room and knock loudly on his door to spare him the embarrassment of being caught naked by his friend, when I saw his ass moving up and down in a slow rhythmic motion. I realised that he was humping his bed, and it suddenly dawned on me that I hadn't just walked in on him after a shower, I'd caught him masturbating, and more still, I was enjoying watching. I closed his door quietly, in case any of his family came upstairs, then set my bottle of water down on his desk.
All the while, Harry was vigorously pumping at his bed, no doubt in time to the music pumping through his iPod. I couldn't help but wonder what was going on underneath, since I could only see his toned body from behind. I took a seat, the thrusting movement making his ass cheeks spread ever so slightly, showing off his pink asshole and just a dusting of blond hair was enough to have me sporting a semi in my shorts.
I watched him thrust and grind on the bed for about 5 minutes. Suddenly, he made a move to roll over, and I started to panic. What would he say if he just saw me sitting here watching, how could I explain that. I glanced nervously at his face, to see if he looked angry, but to my surprise his eyes were tight shut, no doubt lost in the moment of the pleasure he was giving himself. He continued to roll on his side, and suddenly, as if it was spring-loaded, his dick shot out from underneath him. It was about six inches long, and although he was uncircumsized, his foreskin was rolled back displaying his pink dick head.
He was lying on his back now, his sexy dick emerging from a well trimmed mound of blond pubic hair, pointing straight at the ceiling, and a big, smoothly shaven ball sack hanging low between his legs. I tried to burn this image into my memory, it was only a matter of time before he opened his eyes, and everything went to hell.
From the front he was even more spectacular. Tearing my gaze away from his package, I ran my eyes over his tight six pack and muscled chest. I'd seen him shirtless hundreds of times before, but it seemed so much more of a turn on when coupled with the dick standing to attention just below it. He ran his hand over his chest as he settled into his new position, then, to my delight, took hold of his dick without opening his eyes.
He forced his foreskin back over his engorged glands, and a large drop of precum was pushed out of his dick with the effort. He massaged this into his dick, using it as lube to make his foreskin glide back and forth with less resistance. This in turn caused his dick to swell even more, and more precum was added to the mix until his dick was dripping wet and his hand was slipping up and down with ease. By this point my own dick was rock hard, pressing against my underwear trying to get out, wanting the same treatment. I ignored the desire to start jerking myself, just being caught watching would be hard enough to explain.
He reached down with his spare hand, and cupped his testicles. They were now substantially less low hanging than when he'd first rolled over, and I guessed he must be pretty close to cumming by the way they'd gathered close to his body. I should leave now, and never mention this to him, but the idea of watching him finish up was appealing and in the end my dick won over my better judgement. He moved the hand from his balls and ran it through his hair, at the same time rubbing his other hand faster and faster up and down his dick.
Finally, a moan escaped his lips, and his balls gave one final twitch closer to his body. His back arched into the orgasm, and suddenly he opened his eyes, no doubt to watch the cum that was about to spew from his dick. When he saw me sitting there the pleasure instantly drained from his face, replaced by confusion. He let go of his dick, in a fruitless attempt to hide what he had been doing, but it was too late, he'd already past the point of no return. His dick, now free from his grip, jumped and the first rope of thick cum shot out and hit him square in the face. It clung to his eyebrow, adding to how cute he looked in the confusion. His dick, oblivious to his current situation, continued to produce shot after shot of warm sperm, alternatively covering his bed and his chest. Finally after about 8 or 9 squirts, it settled and began to go soft against his stomach, looking almost disappointed at being denied the pleasure of being stroked during orgasm.
We both sat in silence for a moment, him covered in his own cum, me desperately hoping he wouldn't notice the raging boner in my shorts. Finally, he came to his senses.
"What the hell, man!" He shouted at me. He made an effort to cup his hands around his dick, but struggling due to the size of his post-orgasm semi, he resigned to being naked for this conversation.
"Sorry, your mom told me to come up and wait here for you, then when I came in, I saw you were naked and just..."
"And you just sat and watched?! I don't know what to say." He said, incredulous. "Look, I gotta get washed up," he said, absent mindedly wiping the cum from his face and rubbing it into his chest, "Wait here while I shower, and when I get back, we really need to have an important talk."
I sat glumly, offering little in the form of excuses and apologies. This was clearly going to be the end of our friendship. Was it worth it for the memories I'd have of tonight?
He stood up from his bed, his dick bouncing around face level where I sat. Cum still dripped from the end of his now flaccid dick as he walked towards the bathroom, where the shower was already running for him. It was after he stepped into the shower that I realised he'd left the bathroom door open, even though he knew I was sitting there. Did he enjoy being watched? Maybe there was going to be hope for our relationship after all. I wondered what his important talk would be about with equal part anticipation and dread.
End of Part 1
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