Missed Opportunities II...
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I just lay there for a while, my entire body awash with sensations that I'd never experienced before. Someone else's hand had been wrapped around my dick. My whole body just seemed to be so much more alive. So much more sensitive.
He had turned off the lights when he left, so I opened my eyes and stared at the dark ceiling, praying that he'd come back in. My ears strained to hear the sound of his socks padding through the kitchen into the room where I was.
He didn't come. And I waited. And he didn't come. So I got up, wrapped myself in the blanket, grabbed my pillow and made my way through the dark house to his room.
The door was ajar, and the lights were off. I played sleepy and stumbled a bit as I pushed through the door, mumbling "Can I sleep in here on the floor?" He replied with an affirmative, so I threw my pillow on the floor at the foot of his bed and dropped myself there as well.
I was on my back, and almost immediately began to regulate my breathing so that it would have that rythmic, peaceful, sleeping quality. It was kinda hard to do, actually... I let my mouth hang open so the breath was a bit louder than usual. And I waited.
He called my name. I continued to breathe. He called it again, louder. I continued to breathe. It was getting harder-- the breathing AND the friend in my shorts.
He got out of bed, made his way to the door, and flipped on the light. There I lay, atop my blanket, splayed out with my bulge showing in my jockeys, eyes closed, breathing.
He called my name one more time, then came over.
His hand went immediately to the bulge in my shorts. He held it for a moment, then shifted it gently to the side a bit. His finger snaked in the fly of my briefs this time, fishing around until he extracted my dick that way, once again wrapping his hand around it and stroking it slowly.
My eyes were closed this time, so I didn't have the visuals to go with, unfortunately, but then he did the strangest thing. He let go of my penis, then took it in what seemed to be the eagle grip that you use on the end of a baseball bad. I could feel his fingernails pressing ever so lightly into the flesh below edge of the head.
Then I realised that it wasn't fingernails. It was teeth. He had my cock in his mouth. I thought I just might die.
As the wet warmth slowly slid down my shaft, I fell backwards into this blissful cushion of feeling. It was glorious. And still my eyes stayed closed.
After a few moments, my manhood was returned to it's white cotton cage, and I felt him withdraw a little. Daring to crack one of my eyelids, I saw him standing, with his back towards me, feet near my hip.
He hesitated a moment, then dropped his own briefs down to his ankles. Through the half lidded shadows, I saw his erection spring forward, pointing towards his own bed and slightly upwards. And then he bent his knees.
His bare ass rubbed back and forth across the erection screaming to get out of my briefs, then he quickly stood, pulled up his shorts and left the room.
I heard the bathroom door close, so I waited a moment and crept into the hall.
Unfortunately, nothing could be heard through the door, so I returned to my spot at the foot of his bed and finally allowed myself to fall asleep.
There's more to this saga. Should I continue?