David P. / Lukas N.

What with all the things that had been going on for the past hour or so, I couldn’t really get to sleep.

All sorts of ideas kept going around in my head. And the fact that the dick in my shorts was still as hard as a rock didn’t make it any easier to take a nap either. I thought about jerking off - that usually works whenever I want to get to sleep - but I thought that we might still need a hard dick in some of the shots that Lukas said he wanted to take for the magazines, so I decided not to.

Instead I had a cigarette and, as I smoked it, thought about what we’d been doing. And maybe, as I lay there, I began to get a bit puzzled by one or two things that had been going on.

If all of this was Lukas’s idea on the spur of the moment, how come he had that pile of magazines full of naked guys right there under his bed?

How come, too, that the camera was there and ready to go, along with enough Kodak film to stock a small photo store?

I put out the cigarette and decided I’d pretend to be asleep. After the smoke I wasn’t tired at all and the thing I wanted to do now most of all was to see what Lukas planned to get up to next.

After a few minutes I heard the key in the lock. The door to our room opened with its usual noisy squeak - very handy if you don’t want to get caught as you jerk off - and I heard Lukas come back in.

I kept my eyes firmly shut and lay there, breathing regularly and trying to look as though I was fast asleep.

There was silence for a bit and I guessed that my roommate was deciding what to do next. Then I heard him cross the room to my bed and felt the mattress give as he sat down on it right next to me.

He went on sitting there, seeming not to be moving at all, for maybe three or four minutes.

Meanwhile I was trying to decide what to do.

On the one hand I could pretend to wake up and behave like normal. That was probably the sensible thing. On the other hand I could go on pretending to be asleep and see where that led. By now I had pretty strong suspicions as to where that might be and I was surprised to find just how cool I was with the idea. But, after all, it wasn’t like Lukas was a real fag. I’d known a couple of his girlfriends and I guessed that, if he wanted to mess with a guy this time, maybe that was just the sort of thing that guys in the army did when there were no chicks around.

In any case, I still had that hard-on and I remembered that, when Lukas and I had got drunk in the past and had measured our hard dicks, the feel of his fingers as he’d held my shaft against the tape measure had been pretty hot. Hell, once or twice it had even added an inch or two to the measurement!

I lay there wondering why he was so still. Maybe it was because he couldn’t make up his own mind about what to do next. Or maybe he was making sure that I was properly asleep before making a move on me.