A few years ago, I lived in a luxury apartment complex. Across the
hall was a great guy by the name of John. John was a very well liked
guy around town, owned his own business, was attractive, dated several
nights a week, and enjoyed most sports. We met while golfing at
the complex’s course. He had a great knack for making everyone feel
comfortable and ready for fun. A party seemed to follow him where
ever he went. We became great, close friends–threw many parties
for the complex between our suites, golfed, sailed and worked out
together. We “doubled” often and Jon always had a great looking
date. I noticed he never seem to click with anyone for any length
of time, but there was never a lack of company for him. I liked
him immensely. He was a wild little guy, about 5′6″ tall, but very
well built and confident. He was also a real practical joker and,
if some stunt of his was too much for me, I’d fall back on my college
football days and call him a fucking tackling dummy, and try to toss
him down. It was never easy to get the best of little John physically.
On his thirtieth birthday, I had a surprise party for him. We threw
it at my place, and I told all the guests to bring cheap halloween
wigs and gag gifts. The one thing John was sensitive about was his
thinning hair. You can imagine the laughs we all had watching him
open the gifts and trying each one of them on. He got right into
the spirit of things and even had us trying them on. But he promised
me he’d get me when I least expected it.
Weeks later, I came home late from an exhausting day, fixed
a sandwich and plopped into bed to tune out in front of the Television.
Except for the light from the set, my room was dark. After an hour
or so, I got pretty lonely and started feeling myself. I was getting
aroused, so I rolled over and began grinding my hips into the mattress.
The friction of the sheets as I rubbed my swollen cockhead against
them and the pressure of my hard-on against the mattress and my
stomach felt fabulous. I was luxuriating in the ecstasy of bringing
myself off.
Suddenly the whole bed seemed to erupt beneath me, lifting me
up and flinging me off onto the floor. I instantly thought of an
earthquake, but the rest of the room was still. I jumped up and
looked at the bed. There was that little shit John under the bed,
the mattress pushed half off by his legs as he lay laughing at me
on his back. he was howling, and I did a quick take on how he must
have slipped into my apartment, crawled uder the bed, and waiting
for just the right moment to knock me off. Then I realized I was
standing in front of him with nothing on and more than half hard.
Embarassed, I scream “You fucking dummy”, and yanked him to his
feet. He broke loose and ran for the door. A flying tackly broguht
him down and we wrestled around the room until I finally pinned him
down. It was wild and spontaneous, and lying on top of him naked,
embarassed at being surprised with a hard-on, really turned me on.
John was still laughing. Because I had gotten so hard as we struggled,
I felt self-conscious about letting him up. We lay there chuckling
and trying to catch our breaths. I could feel his heavy breathing
as his chest heaved against my own. With me hard against him I was
sure he would notice in a second that I wasn;t just still hot from
humping my bed. So I tried to get up, but John saw how rigid I was
and started laughing again. I did too. We fell back together, laughing
into each other’s shoulder about my predicament.
His hands came up and caressed me at the bottom of my spine, and
I half-jokingly mimicked a passionate grind against his thighs.
He rubbed both hands over the back of my ass and really seemed to
be getting turned on. A nervous chuckle started in my throat, but
I swallowed it in a gulp. My cock throbbed against him, and he whispered
in my ear “Got you Dave.”
I could feel his cock grow hard beneath his pants, and I gulped
again. The blood was pounding in my neck and I imagined he must
have been able to hear it. I tried to pull away again and drew my
knees up, but that pushed my dick across his growing hard-on, and
my stomach muscles began to quiver. It was an electric moment.
The John responded–his hands slipped caressingly over my then taut
ass muscles and he pulled me harder against him by the back of my
thighs. He raised his hips at the same time to rub the hard ridge
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