Gay Erotic Stories

Derf, Part III "Doug! Doug!" I woke up to Derf calling my name and shaking my shoulder. I lay naked on top of my covers, sticky with my own come, my hand clutching my half-hard cock. Derf leaned over me, naked and shivering. "Doug, the heat's gone out." "Shit," I mumbled. We were alone in the house over Thanksgiving weekend; our landlady had gone away for the weekend, and she had the only thermostat in the building. The efficiency apartment Derf and I shared had gone from sweltering hot just that afternoon, to freezing cold now. I looked over at the clock. 2:00 a.m. I forgot all about how I had fallen asleep, jerking off at the sight of Derf's naked body and the memory of a drunken night we had spent together when we were freshmen. "Doug, it's freezing in here, and my blanket's at the laundry." "What the fuck is your blanket doing at the laundry?" But then I remembered; the heat in the house had been left high, and the apartment had been sweltering on Wednesday afternoon when the landlord left. Derf had figured he'd get his blanket dry-cleaned while he could count on not needing it. So there was only a sheet on his bed. "Well, you can't have mine," I said, shifting position to get under the covers. It was unnerving, the way he was standing naked over me, his cock only a foot or two away from my face. "Come on, man, let me share it, at least." "No way, dude." His voice went all soft and strange: "We've shared a blanket before, remember?" I had been trying hard not to remember for three years. I had even convinced myself that Derf had not been awake that night, and didn't remember it himself. But with his words my cock sprung to rock-hard, and I rolled on my side away from him to hide it. "We were drunk," I said, pretending not to know what he meant. "Yeah..." he said, almost wistfully. "But come on, man, have a heart. It's freezing in here." I turned my head to look at him. "All right then. But first thing tomorrow you go get your fucking blanket from the cleaners." "Thanks, dude, you got yourself a deal." I scooted over in my narrow twin bed and he lifted the covers to climb in. We lay there, back to back in the dark, for a very long time. I could tell by his breathing that he was not falling asleep, and I'm sure he could tell the same thing about me. My cock had made up its mind to stay hard forever, it seemed. I dared not even try to get out of bed to put something on to cover it. At last, exhausted, and warmed by his bare back against mine, I fell asleep, if only fitfully. When I woke up, Derf was out of bed and in the shower. I could see him through the translucent shower curtain. The air in the apartment was still freezing, though sunlight streamed through the one tiny window. My cock was still hard, and my body was crusty with cum from jerking off last night, before Derf had gotten in bed with me. This would not do. I could not spend the rest of the semester with a woody that wouldn't go away. I started jacking off under the covers, remembering the feel of Derf's back against mine. Just then Derf turned off the shower and shook himself off like a dog. I sat up quickly, tenting the blankets with my knees to hide my erection. Then he stepped out and began to towel himself all over. His own cock looked red and somewhat swollen, as if he had just jacked off himself. I realized with a shock of surprise that I was disappointed at not having seen him do it. He stepped out of the bathroom and into the two-foot space between our beds. His skin was ruddy and covered with goosebumps from the cold. "Okay, dude, out of bed. You gotta take me." "Take you?" I didn't believe he could possibly mean what I thought he meant. "To the laundry," he said. "I gotta get my blanket." He danced around, shivering, trying to keep warm, while he rooted through his closet for something to wear. "Shit, no clean underwear," he said. He pulled a jockstrap out of the laundry basket and pulled it on. Then he turned and looked at me. "Come on, dude, I can't wait all day. It's colder than a witch's titty in here." I just stared at him. I couldn't get out of bed because I still had a hardon, and seeing him standing there in nothing but a jock was doing nothing to make it go away. "Okay, have it your way." He grabbed my arm and pulled. I pulled back, and we started laughing, and playing tug-of-war. The covers came off me during the scuffle, and he looked at my crotch and burst out laughing. "Well, no wonder you didn't want to get out of bed." My face must have turned sixteen shades of red. "But hey, dude, it's cool, I've seen stiffies before," he said, laughing even harder. "Hell, last night yours was like raping my leg half the night." He winked at me. I couldn't tell whether he was kidding. "Now come on," he said, yanking me to my feet. "Time to make the donuts." I stumbled past him, too embarrassed to say anything. Our bodies brushed against each other in the narrow passage between the beds, and he goosed me as I went by. "Cut that out, you homo," I said. "Hey, I'm not the one with a stiffy." I got in the shower. I thought about jerking off, but I knew he could see me through the shower curtain, and I'd never hear the end of it then. So I just took the quickest shower I could. I was still hard when I got out and dried myself off. Derf had put on a pair of football pants, and a flannel shirt with a sweatshirt under it. He was sitting on his bed, lacing up his sneakers, when I came out of the bathroom, my erection waving in front of me. "Man, looks like you need to get laid baaaad," he said. I was still too embarrassed to think of a reply. I just leaned across his bed beside him to reach into the closet. He didn't get up or move aside. My ass was only inches from his face. "Nothing clean, buddy," he said. "I already checked for you." "Great. So what am I supposed to wear to take you in?" "Go like you are." "Oh sure. In November." "Nude in November. I think it's a new Calvin Klein perfume." "You're a lot of help." "Here," he said, handing me a pair of sweatpants. They were his. "I'm not wearing your clothes, pervert." "I'm the pervert?" He looked at my crotch. He grabbed my cock suddenly and pushed it down, saying, "DOWN, boy!" Immediately he released it, to spring back up into place. "Right." I grabbed the sweatpants out of his hands. "What about underwear?" He shook his head. "Nothing clean. You gotta do laundry more often, dude." I shrugged and pulled his sweatpants on. "Shit, I can't wear these," I said, gesturing down. My erection stood out prominently. "Looks like that's not the only thing you gotta do more often, either," he said. "Don't you ever whack off?" "What do you think I am, some kind of homo?" "Sure felt like it last night," he answered. "No matter where I laid, your dick kept poking my legs." I knew I was blushing furiously. He hesitated. "Course it's not the first time." I looked at him. "What's that supposed to mean?" His face was suddenly serious. He looked me straight in the eye. "It means we've done that before." ..... to be continued .....