undeniably aware I was awake, but quite happy to relieve himself in my presence.

I lay back down and pushed my duvet to the side of me. My cock was already hard and I released it from my briefs, pulling them off with one hand without getting up.

Then I took my cock, about an inch longer than his, in my fingers and started gently and slowly masturbating myself, relishing the sensation of doing it in front of Peter. I deliberately made my wrist slap rhythmically against my hip as I did it, so that he would be aware that I was joining him.

He looked over at me almost immediately. I saw him out of the corner of my eye. His hand didn't stop wanking his cock, he just looked over at me to see what I was doing.

I just kept working at myself, peeling my foreskin right back so he could see my large, swollen bell-end and then rolling it back over the head, slowly but with a confident, regular rhythm.

He kept watching me and that made me feel more excited; made my cock swell harder in my hand. His own hand kept doing its thing, its rhythm up and down his cock totally unaffected by what I was doing, but he kept on staring at me, watching my cock.

Maybe it was the first time he'd seen another guy masturbate - or, at least, seen a guy outside his family do his thing, assuming my theory about him and his brothers was true. I guess it could even have been the first time he saw another guy's erect cock. Whatever, he seemed totally fascinated by what I was doing and kept looking at it for a minute or so as I played with it in front of him.

Then, as my rhythm increased and my excitement grew, I looked over at him, checking out his cock first and then looking up at his face. We made eye contact and, as we stared at each other's faces and continued masturbating ourselves, he betrayed a small grin and sort of shrugged. Like he was trying to say, "When you gotta go...”

I looked back down at his cock and was aware that he did the same to mine. I watched his hand sliding up and down its length, its rhythm a little faster than that which he normally liked to maintain. My rhythm was a lot faster than his, but that could have been because I don't usually masturbate as much of my cock with each stroke as he did. I guess I usually pump only the top half of my dick whereas he seemed to rub most of the length of his, making long sweeping motions with each stroke.

We just lay there for a while, masturbating together, in silence. Both of us continually looking down at our own cocks and then over at each other's; both of us being fairly mechanical in our actions. Like this was just something guys did; just two roommates relieving ourselves before getting up for work.

The casual manner with which we masturbated together on that first morning really turned me on. It was like semen release was simply a biological necessity that we were both attending to: two guys impassively pumping their cocks with the same disinterest that they'd show if they were urinating