Late Night Candy

Candy came into my room sometime after midnight. I had been lying in bed with my lap-top listening to her get screwed by Daniel.

I'd rolled a joint and was smoking it. There has always been an instant camaraderie between Candi and I, ever since the first day we met. I'm not sure why. She thinks I'm cute, and I think she is too. We both have a common enemy... well, in this case hero... in Daniel. The two of us just connected from the very beginning. She tells me I'm like the brother she never had. And in a drunk moment, she told me that Daniel was like her sexy dad... I'm not sure what that meant.

Knock, knock. "Hi, Josh. Can I come in and join you?" The door opened a crack and her face appeared tentatively around the edge. "I smelled the joint."

"Sure, come in. Here." I patted the bed.

I was lying in bed in just my jocks, with the doona pulled up to my chest.

"Yum," said Candy. I'm assuming she was talking about the joint, but I wasn't so sure. She makes mock-googly eyes at me usually, when she means me.

She had on Daniel's short robe, which she always had trouble fastening.

"I need a... um... calmative to put me to sleep."

Candy lay next to me on the bed and we smoked two joints, I had them pre-rolled.

"Daniel always makes me cum, I think it has something to do with his thickness. But then he falls straight off to sleep, when I want to... um... er... enjoy the moment."

"Just like a man.

Her robe fell away and her breasts were exposed, as she put one leg up on the bed. I looked at them, you know, as you do.

"Do you like my tits?"

"Sure," I said. She had nice tits, small but firm. "You have nice tits."

"Do you want to touch them?"

I laughed.

"No, I want you to touch them." She took my hand, I didn't resist and she put it on her breast. I'm always kind of surprised how soft they are.

"I have very sensitive breasts, I like them being touched."

I played with her nipple between my fingertips.

"Do you think Daniel would mind you doing this?"

"No." I laughed and took my hand away. Daniel wouldn't care, I'm his gay brother, after all. He'd most probably laugh. "He'd probably like it... if anything."

She handed me the joint. She took her hand and slid it down my chest. I thought she was just being theatrical, that she was just caressing my skin. If she was as stoned as I was, it would be feeling nice. Tickled, I like being tickled. My feet especially. Her hand slid under the elastic of my jocks and onto my cock.

"Oh." I didn't move.

"This is just research, you understand."

My head spun.

"Research?"

She giggled like a girl.

Her hand stroked my cock, it felt nice, caressing, tender. And despite me, I started to harden up. She squeezed it in her hand and I stiffened up more. She massaged my knob and it got harder again.

"See. Nice. I like playing with cocks. They are amazing things."

I couldn't believe that a woman's hand was making me feel good, well, not that it was making me feel good, it's simple biology. That it was a woman.

"Just the same as Daniel's... I thought it would be."

It felt good, her finger tips were mesmerising. My skin tingled. My whole body tingled. It was as though everyone of my skin cells was vibrating. I think it had more to do with what I inhaled... oh, I don't know. My eyes were half closed.

"Can I make you cum?"

"Probably not."

"Can I suck you?"

"No."

"Can I watch you jack off?"

"What?"

"I love watching guys pull themselves, there is such intimacy, privacy, it's like going into some one's private world."

The joint was spinning my head, as well as stirring my cock. I felt a thrill, at the suggestion. What can I say, sex turns me on? I have a bit of the exhibitionist in me, I like having my cock admired. I don't mind being watched, I found that out early. It turns me on to show off to someone who wants to see it.

I reached down and took my cock out of Candy's hand and began to stroke it. There was more than a dirty idea of letting her compare it to Daniel's, first hand.

"Yes," she said. "Show me baby."

I was stoned for sure. My cock felt hard and powerful and with every stroke my focus was more and more completely on it. The rest of the room started to fade to black.

"I want to see."

She pulled the bed clothes back, as they slid down my chest, it felt like my stage curtain opening up. My hard cock came into view. It felt big and hard and good.

I reached over to the bed side table and squirted some lube in my hand. My cock slipped easily with the wet liquid and it stood up big and hard and separate to my body. It felt hot to feel its hardness in my hand.

"You have a beautiful cock."

I felt like I could cum really quickly if I continued at the same intensity, or do I break and make it last longer? No, focus, go for it, this is about athleticism, not aesthetics. This is about strength not lust. Candy wanted to see me cum, so that's what I should do. My toes curled at the thought, a shiver ran up my spine, and my cock burned with pleasure.

"Oh." I couldn't help but moan. "Fuck!" I knew I could cum. Oh, my cock felt great. My legs spasmed. I swallowed. I wanted to show off my big dick's cumming ability. "Ah!" I could feel it rising up in me. I could feel the finish line in sight. Electricity shot through me. The back of my throat closed over. My cum flew up onto my chest, squirt, squirt, squirt. My legs shook.

"Ah!"

"Fuck, you are hot."

"Oh." My back arched and I was now masturbating with my cum as lube. I looked down, my knob was covered in white fluid; driven, grasping, needing. "Ah!" I collapsed back onto my pillow. My eyes closed, as I slowly continued to pull myself, to get the last spasm.

I lay still with my cock and balls in my hand.

"Beautiful." Candy's hands slipped in between mine and she stroked her fingers through the cum on my belly.

I could feel sleep coming for me.

"God, I love boys." Candy's hand pushed under mine and she took my soft cock between he fingers. "I love how easy you guys are." She massaged my softening shaft with the slipperiness of my cum. "I love your openess."

Her fingers stroked my knob and I felt blissed out.

"This feels nice," Candi said. "Free and easy. They are nice to play with soft." She rolled my soft cock around in her hand. I felt like I was being inspected, I've always loved that feeling. Her hand was nice and warm, it felt like massage.

I wake up, it is day light. I glance over next to me, Candi is asleep. I glance at the clock, it is 9am. I need a piss. I head to the kitchen afterwards. I am naked, it feels good. Exposed to the world. I look down, flat stomach, my gym work is paying off. Big bush, I must trim my pubes. Thick cock, laying downwards asleep. Hairy legs.

There is a note on the bench. It's from Daniel. Have a nice day, love birds. I lean on the bench. I scratch my calf with my other foot.

Candi comes out, she is naked. I turn and sit back against the bench.

"You passed out," she said.

"There's a note from Daniel."

She comes over and hugs me, to keep warm. Her pubes bristle on my soft cock. She hugs me tight.

"Oh." She picks up the note from behind me. "Love birds." She laughs. She lets it drop back down to the bench and hugs back into me. I can feel my cock and balls squash up against her hairy pussy. It feels good. It tingles. She rubs her pussy gently against my spongy dick. That feels good. My cock swells up, half hard and feeling good. Candi rubs her head gently against my chest.

And there, we both melt into each other, no baggage, no inhibitions, no real sexual intent, just the wonderful warm feeling of two naked bodies. Skin. Warm. Tender. Soft.

She felt small. I felt protective.

Then she said she had to go, she had class.

I went to gym.

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