I felt my friend’s huge cock touching me while we shared a bed on vacation

Ken walked out of the bathroom in a pair of checkered boxers and sprawled himself across the bed.

“Is that what you’re wearing?” James said.

“I don’t ever wear pajamas. You know this,” Ken said.

“But DD is sharing your bed.”

“I didn’t pack enough clothes to wear my day clothes to sleep,” Ken said.

“Wear your polo from today.”

“I won’t be able to sleep. The buttons will bother me,” he complained.

“You giant baby.”

“It’s fine, James,” I said. “Really.”

James rolled his eyes and shoved Ken to one side of the bed. He got on the other side, leaving the middle open. I crawled onto the bed and pushed a pillow into the remaining space.

“What, you don’t want to sleep next to me?” Ken said, looking at James.

“DD will fall off the bed if she’s on the outside. She moves too much in her sleep. She has rails up on her bed at home like it’s a crib.”

“Looking forward to being a makeshift bed rail, then. Goodnight.” Ken shut off the bedside lamp.

“Night, DD.”

“Night James, goodnight Ken.” I closed my eyes. The guys had given me plenty of space, and I almost felt bad that they were all the way on the edges of the bed. I wondered idly if Ken had ever taken care of his blue balls. Before I drifted off to sleep, I remembered my brief make-out with the captain and wondered if I would see him the next day.

I dreamed a disjointed sequence of scenes involving the captain and myself in various states of uniform and nudity. I was awoken from a particularly odd image of myself in the captain’s hat and lace underwear by a muffled “Ow!” from Ken.

“Hey. What happened,” I whispered.

“Nothing. You kicked me,” he said sleepily.

“Oh god. I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, it’s fine. Goodnight.” He immediately began snoring. I was a little riled up by my dream, so I lay awake for a moment trying to remember the proclivities my sleeping brain had conjured. Ken, still snoring, rolled over towards me, flinging his arm across my body. I felt the warmth from his naked torso against my back. I gently lifted his arm off of me and tucked it down under the blanket, where my hand made contact with something firm. Feeling blindly to see if someone had left a tube of sunscreen under the sheets, I realized too late that I was touching Ken’s dick through his boxers. It was enormous. I yanked my hand away, turning my body away from Ken. I was secretly intrigued—I had never seen or felt a dick that huge before. Against my will, I imagined what it would feel like pumping inside of me and made myself wet. I tried to ignore the fact that Ken was essentially spooning me and return to sleep.

Ken groaned, still sleeping. I felt something brush against my ass, and felt a thrill of excitement. Ken’s huge cock was touching me. I knew I should wake him, but I was too horny to think straight so I scooted back an inch or two. Ken’s cock touched the back of my shorts again. I rocked my ass back to meet him. Ken’s arm reached for me again and this time, I let him hold my hip and grind his crotch against my butt. I felt his precum making a wet spot on the front of his underwear and wanted badly to taste it. I pushed myself against his cock a little more firmly when I felt his hand stiffen on my hip. I stopped moving my hips and pretended to sleep, my heart racing.

Ken came close behind me, almost spooning me. “DD,” he whispered. “Are you awake?”

I debated responding for a moment. “Yes,” I breathed.

“I’m so sorry. I think I was grinding on you in my sleep. I’ll go to the floor. I’m so, so sorry. We can talk tomorrow,” he said. He sounded upset.

“Ken, wait,” I said.

“I feel terrible.”

“Ken. I was awake. I liked it,” I said. “I was grinding back.”

He paused. “Really?”

“Yes. You have a huge dick, by the way. My god,” I whispered. I was acutely aware of James snoozing next to me.

“You’re like, wildly hot, DD.” Ken grabbed my waist again, sliding his cock between my thighs. “Is this ok?”

“Yes. Feel free to…stimulate yourself however you want.”

“Can I take my underwear off? I won’t be anywhere near your pussy. And I won’t make a mess.”

“Go ahead.” My shorts had ridden up and his thick cock slid back and forth against the skin of my inner thighs. I heard his breathing become coarser. I reached back and grabbed the base of his cock, stroking it slowly. His hands cupped my tits and he pumped his cock into my fist.

“DD, let go. I’m going to cum,” he said.

“So soon?” I said, my fingers still wrapped around him.

“DD. I’m serious.”

Reluctantly, I released him from my grip and watched him run into the bathroom.

“Interesting,” James said. My heart jumped out of my chest.

“Oh, shit. Fuck.”

“When did this start?” He still hadn’t moved from his sleeping position.

“Like, ten minutes ago. I didn’t know you were awake.”

“Right. Jerking Ken off in my bed is cool as long as I don’t know about it.” I could hear in his voice the exact face he was making: a slightly amused, barely-perceptible smile, one eyebrow raised.

“Sorry.”

“No, I didn’t mind. That was a little hot, actually.”

“Maybe you’re higher than a four on the kink scale, Jamie.”

“Voyeurism is like a two. Spanking is a three. Get creative, DD.”

Ken came back and settled into bed.

“Goodnight,” he whispered.

“I know you’re having a good night, Ken,” James said.

“FUCK!”

James chuckled. “When is it my turn?”

I knew that should have made me mad, but it sent another excited thrill through me.

“To have a good night, I meant. I wasn’t trying to insinuate—“

“Maybe tomorrow,” I said, resting my hand on his shoulder. “Goodnight.” I shut my eyes, knowing neither James nor I would be able to fall asleep anytime soon.