Kane

I woke up because the bed was moving. Or at least, the mattress was. I hadn't been that deeply asleep to be honest, more dozing than anything. I opened my eyes and stared at the wall opposite while my sleep-befuddled head tried to work out what was in fact happening behind my back! It was when the movement speeded up, became more urgent that I twigged. Kane was masturbating next to me in the bed!

I couldn't stop a grin appearing on my face. I remembered the time I caught Michael having a quick tug when I'd been quite ill and that side of married life had been neglected somewhat. I'd turned over, rather painfully, and thoroughly enjoyed his teenage-like embarrassment at being caught in the act. It had, in fact, been quite a turn-on though to watch a fit, middle-aged man wank himself ... enough for me to wriggle down in the bed, despite the surgery, and attempt to suck him off!!! Unsuccessfully as it happened but it's the thought that counts as l said to him before insisting he complete the job!! Which he did! And then proceeded to suck me off gently and expertly instead!! Happy memories!

But what to do about Kane's moment of self-gratification? Pretend to be asleep? Or turn over and enjoy his awkwardness as l teased him? And the sight of his stiffy wouldn't exactly be a hardship either! He spent a considerable portion of every day entirely naked so I'd seen 'soft' from just about every angle going but, since the mini show of his on the drive down, I hadn't dared cop even a glance at his morning wood!

In one swift movement, l yanked the duvet across the bed so his half covered me and my half hung down over my side of the bed, exposing him in all of his beautiful 6' nakedness. Sure enough, his right hand was clamped around a good 6" of man-meat, which curved ever so slightly in towards his mass of tightly curled pubes and flat stomach. His mushroom flared out noticeably wider than his main stalk and was now more red than the usual pink it had been the innumerable times I'd observed him soft. His balls jiggled around, loose in his sack as he continued to jerk away, not in the slightest perturbed at having been caught.

'I was kind hoping you'd turn around!' He winked, grinned and flashed his eyebrows at me suggestively. So much for my embarrassing him!

'You'll go blind!'

'I wouldn't if you did it!' Again, that grin! And the suggestive flash of eyebrows. He shuffled himself closer. 'I'm very good at being very bad, you know!'

'I bet you are!'

There , I was being 100% truthful. Less so when l carried on.

'Kane, it's just that it's too soon ... Michael ... l ... l ..'

'Is it really now? Too soon? I see.'

Then it was his turn for a swift movement and all of a sudden, the whole duvet was on the floor next to me and my 6" joined the show!

'Looks like somebody down there doesn't think it's too soon! Your loss though!'

'Morning wood! It's just morning wood, that's all!'

'Huh! If you say so!'

My bare-arsed lie exposed for what it was, he carried on jerking his hand up and down his stalk. At first slowly, allowing his foreskin to cover the head, then faster and faster. Still l hesitated. His cum erupted and load after load hit his stomach, chest and one drop landed on my left forearm. The white a beautiful complement to the black of his skin. He leapt up and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me all of a sudden aware of a distinctly hurt tone to his last words. I licked my forearm, enjoying the saltiness and instantly regretting there was not more.

I ignored willy and hoiked the duvet back on to the bed. By the time my hand was on the door of the bathroom, Willy had largely subsided and was instead pointing at the floor. It was then l hesitated. Maybe I needed a piss first before l tried to talk it out with a narked Kane. Though there were three closer, I padded down to the toilet at the other end of the house by the swimming pool, had my morning pee and then eagerly seized the next available excuse. My morning swim.

I dived in and the shock of the water delivered a good slap to my thinking, as it had done many times in the past. It was almost as if the water washed away some of the woolly, indistinct thinking in my head. For starters, l had to stop ignoring that Kane wanted more. A few laps later and l was admitting to myself that Michael wasn't the obstacle I was pretending him to be. His letter had closed down that route because l knew the words in it rang true. We had had a semi-open relationship anyway, had slept with others and, on a few memorable occasions, had had threesomes and even moresomes! So l knew damn well it wasn't a case of his head writing 'It's ok!' in spite of his heart screaming 'It's bloody well NOT ok!!'

Then there was Kane himself. If my mind might try to deny my attraction to him, my body wasn't prepared to lie about it in support! It didn't matter whether he was dressed or bollock-naked, time after time l had had to catch my breath if he glanced at me when l thought he didn't realisej I was eating up every detail about him or even when the light caught his face at just the right angle! In fact, that was the reason I hadn't yet photographed him my studio because the camera would adore him. Of that l was sure! I just didn't trust myself.

I stopped for a breather, clinging to the side at the deep end.

'So, what is it? Come on water, speak up? Since you're so fucking good at washing away my excuses and I'm to be honest with myself, what's the real reason stopping me? Let's face it, he's offering himself on a plate?'

Silence. I launched off at a furious but no-doubt messy back-stroke, angry I was talking out loud to myself.

There had been so many other occasions too when he'd made it pretty obvious what he was angling for although this morning was definitely his bluntest invitation. All it would have taken would have been a hand stretching out towards his cock or my lips on his nipple and he would have been riding me, sucking me, fucking me ... '-ing-ing' me in any which way I might want!!

'Oi, Nemo, are you coming to join me for breakfast or what?'

Kane's voice broke into my self-indulgent fantasizing like a hammer hitting a pane of glass. Spluttering away in surprise, my feet searched for the pool floor as my backstroke folded, suddenly aware l needed to conceal a chubbed up dick that clearly betrayed my naughty thoughts as to how things might have developed this morning.

Although there was an attempt at a jokey manner, his tone was still a very narked one. I stood still in the middle of the pool, looking at him on the side, fully dressed for once.

'Or are you avoiding me? Your stiffy slowing you down?'

It was clear he wasn't going to put up with my indecision for much longer.