Aj And Ryan

AJ woke with a start. Panting, he wiped the sweat from his face. He had the same nightmare. He laid back down, ignoring the sweat-saturated surface of his pillow. He hoped his tossing and turning didn't wake his roommate. But, Ryan's muffled snoring was sufficient enough to rid AJ of that fear. As his rapidly pounding chest continued to slow to it's normal pace, AJ tried to rest his eyes. But, he was afraid to go back to sleep. He knew his nightmare would pick up right where it left off the moment he fell asleep again. He looked over at Ryan, sleeping in his bed. AJ continued to stare at him, as if he could will him awake. He desperately wanted something, anything to take his mind off his nightmare.

In the dark, AJ reached for his cellphone, which was charging on his desk. 12:34 a.m. He knew the gym was going to be closed. Not that AJ loved going to the gym, because he didn't. For most of his life he weighed under 125 lbs. But as he got older, he hated being the skinniest and the weakest kid in the class, so it only seemed natural that he start working out to improve his physique. It was a long road to looking good, however. It took him all of his sophomore year of college and the better part of his junior year to bulk up.

"Fuck, lemme just take a shower" he whispered.

Naked, he crawled out of bed, tip-toed to his desk chair, and pulled on the pair of netted shorts draped over the back it. On his way out, he grabbed a towel from the hamper, and some soap. He walked the two doors down to the bathroom.

As soon as the door shut, Ryan turned over. He hated having to sit through another one of AJ's nightmares. He hated pretending to be asleep, but he felt paralyzed in those situations. What was he supposed to do? This was the fourth time in the last two weeks AJ had a nightmare.

He pulled the covers off himself, and climbed out of bed. Also naked, he walked over to his closet. As he walked, he felt the cold air hit his sweaty balls. When he reached his closet, he stared at himself in the mirror on his closet door. More specifically, he stared at his erection. He wrapped his hands around his thick shaft. Keeping his hands in that position, he examined his 6.5 by 6.5 inch penis. Part of him felt shame, the other excited. As he watched himself in the mirror, he began to slowly stroke himself. As his hand rhythmically rubbed his flesh, he tried to remember the dream he was having before he heard AJ violently tossing and turning. His head turned to look at AJ's bed. The sheets were tussled, and balled. As he remembered hearing AJ moaning, and panting in his sleep his heart sank, but he continued to stroke. Each time his hand moved back up his shaft, he spied the pink swollen head. He took his forefinger and traced it up the opening of the pink head, lapping up the precum. Feeling a sufficient amount on his finger, he pulled his finger away, watching the precum extend from the head of his dick, to the tip of his finger. He knew he had to stop replaying the fantasy in his head, it was only going to lead to a sea of hurt feelings, and uncertainty. But, he couldn't stop. Who said he had to act on how he felt? As the sensations in his dick began to intensify, the build up to his impending orgasm was crashing into his body, wave after wave. He began to move his hips in motion with his hand strokes. He threw his hand against the mirror for support, his legs beginning to feel weak. Throwing his head back, he wildly jerked his hand over the tip of his dick, as tide after tide of cum cascaded out of him, splashing the mirror. He shivered as his orgasm began to ebb.

Staring at the mess he made on his mirror, he felt ashamed again. He turned and faced AJ's bed. He opened the closet door, and grabbed a towel and a hand towel. He used to hand towel to wipe the cum of his hands and the mirror, then threw it in the hamper. Before he headed to the door he grabbed the pair boxers on the floor next to his bed and put them on.

Inside the bathroom, AJ walked to his favorite shower: the second from the end on the left side. There was no reason this particular stall was his favorite, but that was AJ. He just picked favorites for no reason. He liked the fact that he could attach sentimental value to anything.

He placed his soap on the ledge in the stall, and threw his towel over the shower curtain rod. He turned on the water and climbed in. As the water saturated him, he could feel the tension in his body slip away. After a few minutes he grabbed the soap and began to lather up his body. Out of habit AJ started working the lather on his stomach. Slowly, he moved the soap up his chest, lathering his substantial pecs. As he continued to wash his chest, he couldn't help but massage his flesh, his hand admiring the size, shape, and feel of each pec. Often times he found himself playing with his modest nickel-sized nipples or flexing his pecs in the mirror while he jerked off. There was something about a well defined chest that always intrigued him. He thought of it as a sign of a man's strength and power.

He rinsed the soap off his chest and abs, then turned his attention to his ass. He moved the soap around each of his round, ample cheeks. He had that perfect baseball player bubble butt: round, soft, meaty. He wasn't a hairy guy, but he did have an abundance of hair on his legs that spilled over onto his ass. He used to hate it, but the bigger he got, the more masculine it seemed.

Having finished his ass, he moved back down his abs to clean his penis. He had a way of teasing himself, always saving his it for last. First he hit the underside, right above his huge hairy balls, then making his way down. He always heard about guys with a pair of low-hangers. Unfortunately, he didn't have 'em. Often times his balls sat tight, which wouldn't have been a problem if his weren't so large. Because of their size and position, his dick curved out over them, and was subsequently very prominent in almost anything he wore.

As he made his way up to his penis, he used his free hand to tug on the head. The increased attention began to awaken his dick. With his soapy hands, he continued to tease the head, gradually developing into long strokes down his 9.25 inch shaft. As the sensations in his dick traveled across his body, he looked down to watch as his dick hardened to it's full 7 inch girth in his hand. With slow, rhythmic strokes he massaged his dick to full attention. Allowing the pleasure to take control, he threw his head back, moaning. As his heart began to beat faster and faster, AJ quickened his pace, then purposely slowed it down. Trying to prolong the inevitable, he let his hand run the full length of his shaft before receding. He began feeling his chest, half in pleasure, half looking for something to hold on to. The stroking sensation filled his abdomen, numbing his legs, hardening his nipples. AJ cupped his pec, squeezing his flesh, then focusing on his nipple. With his thumb and forefinger, he began to roll the nub of flesh in small circles. He felt the head of his dick begin to tingle and swell. Enjoying this moment of self-satisfaction, he looked down at his dick, again squeezing his pec.

"Yeah, look at that big dick," he softly moaned.

He couldn't contain the excitement. He loved how massive his dick felt in his hand, the solidness of this mammoth flesh.

"Yeah, look at that fat dick. That hung dick. Yeah, baby. Fucking horse hung cock. Fucking big dick."

He was on the brink of orgasm. He could feel it. His legs began to buckle, he felt a burning in his stomach. His head was starting to spin.

"Oh, God. Oh, man. Yeah, feel that fucking fat--"

He stopped. His throat tightened, as his heart pounded in his chest. Did he heard the door to the bathroom open? Did someone hear him? Was he loud? His mind began to race, faster and faster. What if they heard the things he said...the private, personal things he said. His uneasiness grew as he heard the footsteps getting closer. He tried not to make a noise, hoping they would either leave, or stop at another shower stall. Suddenly, and very intently, the shower curtain flew open. The cold air smacked his body. Instinctively, he covered up his now semi-erect penis. Somehow he felt glued to the floor, unable to move, unable to close the shower curtain.

"You okay? I was worried about you."

AJ's heart quickly slowed to it's normal pace. He uncovered his penis and slumped against the wall of the stall.

"AJ...you okay?"

Ironically, he was relieved to see his roommate Ryan standing in front of him. His ocean green eyes staring up at him, a genuine look of concern on his tired, bed-creased face.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just wanted a shower," AJ said quietly.

Ryan placed his hand on his naked friend's back. His eyes locked on his friend's softening erection. He began to gently stoke AJ's back.

"Oh. I just heard your nightmare. I was kinda worried."

"You heard me?"

"I uh I heard you leave. I figured you had another nightmare," Ryan stammered, trying to hide his guilt at not comforting AJ in their room.

Ryan handed him the rolled up bath towel he had in his hand.

"Here. I brought you this to dry off. I didn't want you to use a dirty one."

AJ felt this warm sensation in his chest. It encouraged him that Ryan actually noticed that he took a towel from the hamper, and cared not to let him use it. Ryan stepped back and leaned against a wall in between two stalls, opposite AJ.

"I'll just wait with you. We can walk back together."

AJ wanted to hear that.

As he began to dry his legs, AJ noticed a tiny wet spot on the front of Ryan's boxers, right under the outline of the head of Ryan's penis. AJ felt his penis stiffening. He felt excited and nervous. AJ stared at Ryan, whose bedraggled curly blond hair, barely touched the top of his far head. He had wide green eyes, a round softly curved nose, and pink full lips. AJ loved the way Ryan's lips looked. He never quite coveted them, he figured they didn't fit his Hispanic-looking face. But, he did think they were beautiful. He never went as far as to tell Ryan that, but he always thought it.

Ryan yawed. As he made the gesture to cover his mouth, AJ caught a glimpse of his flexed bicep. Ryan had a slightly slimmer build than AJ. Though, like AJ, his 14 inch arms were nicely muscled. His stomach was flat, but not exactly as cut as he wanted it to be. His pecs weren't as big as AJ's, but they had a nice firm heft to them, capped by large pink nipples. While he was never open about his thoughts on his lips, AJ was open about his thoughts on Ryan's nipples. The two of them often joked that he had "nipple-envy."

AJ stepped out of the shower, still naked, and grabbed his shorts off the top of the shower rod and put them on. As they walked out of the bathroom, Ryan put his arm around AJ and pulled his close. He inhaled deeply. AJ smelt clean, fresh. He rested his head on AJ's shoulder. AJ nervously put his arm around his best friend's waist.

"Oh shit. I left my soap and the other towel. Let me go get it," AJ remembered, interrupting their embrace.

Ryan put his hand on AJ's cheek, gently caressing it. This affectionate brand of touching was common in their friendship.

"No. You get back to the room. Lay down. I'll get your shit, okay?" Ryan offered.

AJ exited the bathroom. Ryan turned and headed back to the now vacated stall. He reached in to grab AJ's soap, and the towel he left as well. On his way to the door he stopped in front of one of the mirrors along the wall. He stared at himself in the mirror. He turned on the facet and threw some cold water on his face. He closed his eyes, and massaged his temples.

As Ryan slowly opened the door to their room, he was hoping AJ would be awake. Unfortunately, he entered the room only to find AJ asleep. He pulled off his boxers, and left them on the floor, inches from AJ's netted shorts. As he laid on top of his bed, he felt the cold air in the room sweep across his body. He glanced over to AJ's side of the room. It seemed so distant.

"At least, maybe now, he can get some sleep," he whispered, trying to ignore the emptiness.

In the opposite bed, still awake, AJ listen to his friend's murmur. He felt lonely in his bed. He wondered if Ryan felt the same.

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written by sufficed2say