Free Enlightened by J.P. Barnaby

thought for what would happen after. All I wanted to think about was the feeling of his mouth melded with mine, or his hands as he rubbed my bare skin.
    It was beautiful and sensual.
    I wrapped my leg around his and pulled it between both of my mine, feeling my eager erection press against his thigh as his pressed into my hip. The friction, coupled with the emotion that flowed between us, made it the best sexual experience I’d ever had. It was already incredible, and I hadn’t even gotten off yet. Slowly but deliberately, he began to grind his hips against mine, intensifying my need for him, and he emitted soft, mewling whimpers. His excitement just escalated my own. I nearly lost all control of myself when, after sliding his hand down and grabbing my ass for leverage, he gasped, “Oh God, Brian,” almost too quietly for me to hear. Those desperate sounds of pleasure, of sheer need, nearly made me come in my baseball-themed pajama pants.
    I had no idea where it was leading; all I knew for sure was that I never wanted it to stop.
    A noise in the hall drew our attention. After a brief look at me, during which I nodded my head frantically to indicate I had heard it as well, Jamie scrambled out of my arms, stood, and dove onto his bed. We both jerked the blankets over ourselves, feigning sleep. No one entered Jamie’s room, but it was several minutes before I heard anything else, and what I heard brought my erection back in full force.
    The sound was Jamie’s labored breathing.
    “Jamie,” I whispered, “are you….” I trailed off. I just couldn’t force myself to say “masturbating,” or even “jacking off.” It didn’t matter though. He knew what I meant.
    “Uh huh,” he replied in a low moan. Again, that excitement, that need, pulsed through me, making my already hard cock throb. Silently, I lifted myself up and pulled my sleep pants down so that the waistband was around my upper thighs and I was exposed. I stroked myself lightly as I listened to him. Then I rolled onto my side and watched his profile in the moonlight that came in from the nearby window. I could see movement under his blanket, but I also saw his other hand rubbing his chest. Did that make it better?
    Tentatively, I brought my right hand up to my chest while my left was still wrapped tightly around my hard-on. My hips jerked as I rolled one nipple between my thumb and forefinger. It was almost as if there were a single electric current from my nipple straight down through my stomach. The small slapping sounds coming from the other bed were making me crazy while I watched him. Jamie’s head was pressed back into his pillow, and from what I could see in the dim light, his eyes were closed. Having progressed from labored breathing to harsh, ragged pants, it was obvious that he was close to reaching his peak. The blanket rose and fell rapidly, and his blond hair was matted on his forehead, either from exertion or the extraordinarily warm spring night. My heart nearly stopped when, without slowing his piston-like hand, he used the other to push down his blankets. I wasn’t sure if he did it because he knew I was watching or to keep them from being soiled.
    With a deep, poorly contained groan, his back arched and his hand slowed to uncontrolled movements. Sharp, hoarse gasps accompanied the jerky rhythm of his strokes, and I imagined his semen landing across his flat stomach. His hand, which had been a blur the moment before, slowed to a languid rhythm as his orgasm began to wane.
    It was the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed. In the silence that followed, I felt so much closer to him for sharing that deeply intimate act with me. The wild impulse to crawl into bed and curl around him was almost overpowering, but I held back. We could never take that kind of chance.
    Then he turned to look at me, and our eyes met. The playfulness and hunger in his expression told me that it was my turn to share. I felt immediately self-conscious about my lewd