Sharing A Bed

It was a balmy mid-summer’s Friday evening, and a local band booked to play at the pub down the road meant the place was packed. My partner, Tom, and I had gone to meet up with a few friends, some girls I knew from work and a guy called David, who originally was an old friend of Tom’s who we’d recently reconnected with. The drinks were flowing and we were all having a great time. Although we didn’t end up paying much attention to the band, the atmosphere was buzzing.“What are you having?” I asked David when we went to the bar for another round. “Still being boring on the coke?”“Well I am supposed to be driving,” he said, but by the way he was looking at the beer taps, I could tell he fancied another pint.“Ah, come on, one more!”He grinned, shook his head, and grabbed my shoulder. “You’re a bad influence, you are. Mmmm, go on then, if I can crash at your place?”“Yes, Dave, get back on it!” I slapped him soundly on the back. “Pint and a tequila chaser?” I suggested playfully.He laughed then patted his stomach. “I’m supposed to be on a diet!”I pinched him round the middle a few times. He wasn’t what I’d call lean, but certainly not overweight, just an average guy in his thirties. “Don’t be daft.”“Nah, it’s a dad bod.”“Come on then, DILF!” I said, collecting up a couple of the glasses from the bar. “Let’s get these drinks delivered.”A few hours later, David had taken full advantage of staying over at ours and certainly wasn’t in a state to drive anywhere. We finally left the pub at around midnight, leaving the girls to get a taxi back to theirs, and began the short stagger back to our place.Tom fumbled with the key at the door of our apartment and eventually got us in. He flicked the light in the hallway, walked past the spare room then şişli escort turned to look at us. “Shit, so I forgot, we’re decorating.”Dave stuck his head in the spare room. The sofa from our lounge was sat on its side in the spare room, along with all the rest of our furniture from the lounge, and the bed was covered with stuff.“Oh,” David said, and we burst out laughing.“It’s fine,” Tom said in between some drunken laughing. “We’ve got a king size, you’ll just have to share with us.”“I’ll get us some water,” I offered as Tom made his way into the bedroom and David went to the bathroom.When I got to our room, Tom was in bed and nearly falling asleep already. It was dark, but a nightlight in the hallway meant I could just see. I took him his water and then quickly stripped off down to my pants. I got in the bed and shuffled myself over next to Tom so that David had plenty of room for his six-foot frame. A few minutes passed and I already felt the tiredness creeping up on me, the drink pulling me down into sleep.I heard the toilet flush and a few seconds later heard David enter the room. The bed sheet pulled back and I felt the mattress move as David eased his body down next to mine.“You had a good night?” Tom muttered with a yawn.“Yeah,” David said, then chuckled. “I’m drunk. You two are definitely a bad influence.”“You didn’t take much persuading,” I reminded him, giving him a gentle jab in the stomach with my elbow. “G’night, DILF.”He groaned in mock pain and I felt his breath on the back of my neck, closer than I’d expected. He playfully grabbed me round the middle like I’d done to him earlier at the bar. “G’night guys.”He yawned and a tingle ran up my spine at the closeness of that sound. Instead of rolling over mecidiyeköy escort or removing his hand after he grabbed me, he settled his arm across my side, his hand resting on my stomach just above the waistband of my pants.In that instant, my tiredness was gone. I lay still, breathing evenly to try and slow my suddenly racing heart. He’ll remove his hand any minute, I thought to myself, I was sure. A few long minutes passed and Tom’s breathing had slowed to the point where I could tell he was sleeping. David’s breath was still warm on my neck. It was slow, but was he sleeping? I told myself he must be, so obviously didn’t realise his arm was still resting on me, and it felt heavier now, like he was fully relaxed. This was going to be a long night if I didn’t manage to get my mind off the feel of him against me. Come on, deep breaths, you’ll feel sleepy soon, nothing’s going to happen.David jerked ever so slightly, probably still falling asleep, but his arm had moved, it only felt like millimetres, but now the tips of his fingers were resting on the front of my pants. Well, that was that, no chance of sleep tonight! The feel of my heartbeat seemed to resonate through my body. I was amazed if Tom and David couldn’t hear it. That beat started in my chest and inevitably ended at the base of my cock. I could feel it pulsing with each beat, slowly growing each time, gently starting to strain against my pants. And not just my pants. What had started as the sensation of David’s fingertips on my balls was now his whole hand encasing my constrained bulge.I shut my eyes and tried to concentrate on relaxing and losing my erection. Not a chance, my cock clearly had other ideas, getting fully hard now and pressing into David’s palm. He lightly jerked once more, this time his fingers spasmed to squeeze my bulge. Oh fuck that felt amazing! But how was I going to lay here all night while I was this horny?David made a small noise, then shifted in his sleep, and now his body was next to mine, lightly furred chest to my shoulders, stomach to my lower back, groin to arse. His breath on my neck was even hotter now, and it wasn’t the gradual in and out of someone who was asleep. Another squeeze to my bulge, this one more lasting and not as gentle. While squeezing I could feel his thumb moving over my cock, stroking with soft circular movements.I felt like I was going to burst, the situation adding a level of intensity I’d not expected. Another sensation now, a twitching at my arse cheeks as David’s cock began to respond. Almost unconsciously my body replied, shifting my arse against his bulge, a slow forwards and backwards, awaking his cock a little more.After a few long minutes of his hand on my bulge and my arse rubbing against his I couldn’t take anymore, I just had to feel him. I slowly reached around, sliding my hand between us, my palm facing him. My cock throbbed with the realisation he wasn’t wearing any underwear. I eased my fingers down to that growing fleshy bulge and wrapped my fingers around it. And my fingers had to keep reaching, holy shit, the bulge kept going! He was semi, nowhere near hard, but the amount of pulsing flesh in my grasp forced an involuntary gasp from my mouth. His cock was finally in my hand and even not fully hard I couldn’t get my fingers fully around it. I stroked his cock gently, feeling it from the base to the tip. It was wet, very wet, with precum leaking out of his foreskin. My mouth, dry moments before, was now flooded with saliva at the thought of licking up that precum. I shifted as gently as I could, rolling to face David while easing the bedsheets down to leave him exposed to the upper thigh.