We had been talking for what seemed like hours. Jim was curled up on the sofa and I was across the room in the recliner. Smoke curled out of our mouths lazily as we reached the bottom of another pot of strong coffee. I don’t remember what we were talking about now, it isn’t important anymore. The events which transpired from the conversation are what stuck in my mind, not the conversation itself.

Jim said something that touched me in a loving way, and I got up and joined him on the sofa to give him a hug. Physical contact between us was rare, and I relished the feelings that touching him generated within me. It was almost electric the way I could almost feel his energy drain into me when we touched. Afterwards, I found myself unable to let go, afraid that releasing his touch would somehow release the moment and more importantly, release the flow of loving energy that was being passed to me through his gentle arms.

Instead of letting go, I curled up on the sofa with my head resting on his chest. I could hear and feel each rise and fall of his breaths and I inhaled his raw masculinity vigorously. My arms wrapped around him and I rocked gently to the soft music coming from the stereo.

We didn’t speak. We didn’t move. We just sat, entwined with one another, enjoying the peaceful moment.

Somehow my hand slipped gently from around his waist and landed on his groin. For several frightening moments, I waited for him to push it out of the way or make some similar gesture. He did nothing, and I looked up to find his eyes closed, his head back on the headrest of the sofa.

I stared at his face for some time, drinking in his angelic beauty framed by his beautiful golden tresses which cascaded around his face, almost framing it. As I watched his eyelids flutter and his cheeks fill and deflate, my hand began slowly tracing the outline of his penis inside his jeans. It wasn’t a conscious effort at first, more like a gentle touch, like holding hands.

When I realized what I was doing, I looked up again at his face, which still registered no resistance or dislike. Feeling somewhat convinced that I was doing a pleasurable thing, I gave more attention to my gently gliding fingers, adding pressure and even some insistence to their movements.

The reaction was pleasing. His crotch began to swell in the grasp of my roving hands. He continued to sit completely still without registering his awareness at all. After several long minutes, I realized that he had reached the full extent of his manhood and it was stretching his jeans to capacity. I added my other hand to the ministrations and earnestly began to massage his now throbbing penis.

Continuing to sense no resistance, I slowly began to unbuckle his belt. I looked up to find his eyes open again, watching the progress of his erection intently. Taking his intense watching as a good sign, I unzipped his zipper and fished within his underwear for his cock. I pulled it out of its confined environment and slowly began jacking it.

A drop of precum formed at the slit and I rubbed it into his cockhead with my finger. He shuddered as I did so.

In the long moments of this activity, I had grown exceedingly uncomfortable curled up in