Lately, only when I wake up is when I feel my hardest.

But on another note, I do like catching friends or seeing pics/vids of men sleeping with a hard on. I always like watching it go from soft to hard.

I’ll always remember one story from high school where a bunch of us slept over at one persons house. Three of us slept on a couch together for some reason. I woke up to my foot hitting a friends dong sleeping opposite of me. I moved my foot a couple times to figure out what I was touching in the middle of the night and boom. I could feel his dick just erupting. One of the hottest things I’ve experienced ever.
 
Lately, only when I wake up is when I feel my hardest.

But on another note, I do like catching friends or seeing pics/vids of men sleeping with a hard on. I always like watching it go from soft to hard.

I’ll always remember one story from high school where a bunch of us slept over at one persons house. Three of us slept on a couch together for some reason. I woke up to my foot hitting a friends dong sleeping opposite of me. I moved my foot a couple times to figure out what I was touching in the middle of the night and boom. I could feel his dick just erupting. One of the hottest things I’ve experienced ever.
Had a sleep over at a friend's place and the three of us shared his king sized bed. Woke up with my head resting on one friend's chest and his arm around me, while my hand was resting over his morning wood, and the other friend was spooning me with his face in my back and his morning wood pressed against my ass. I casually moved my arm across his bulge, and felt it pulse, while the arm around me pulled me closer, which made my ass move. My friend behind me ground his boner into my cheeks to stay connected. It took so much inner strength not to bust.
 
Had a sleep over at a friend's place and the three of us shared his king sized bed. Woke up with my head resting on one friend's chest and his arm around me, while my hand was resting over his morning wood, and the other friend was spooning me with his face in my back and his morning wood pressed against my ass. I casually moved my arm across his bulge, and felt it pulse, while the arm around me pulled me closer, which made my ass move. My friend behind me ground his boner into my cheeks to stay connected. It took so much inner strength not to bust.
I would die happily in that moment. So jealous. You got other stories because I do
 
Lately, only when I wake up is when I feel my hardest.

But on another note, I do like catching friends or seeing pics/vids of men sleeping with a hard on. I always like watching it go from soft to hard.

I’ll always remember one story from high school where a bunch of us slept over at one persons house. Three of us slept on a couch together for some reason. I woke up to my foot hitting a friends dong sleeping opposite of me. I moved my foot a couple times to figure out what I was touching in the middle of the night and boom. I could feel his dick just erupting. One of the hottest things I’ve experienced ever.
Hot! I also like seeing it going from soft to hard…
 
I had this one friend that was like a tall red headed lumberjack. He knew I was gay but he was straight. We would go out and he would return to his family at nights end.

One night he met me at a friends house. We were in a hot tub. I’ll never forget him changing in front of me for the first time. His balls hung so low and his dick sat perfectly on them. Long story short he didn’t vibe well with my other friends so we left to go to a bar. He got so drunk I had to take him home.

On the way home we had to stop so he could stumble and piss on the side of the highway. He did a bad job swaying and pissing. It got all over his pants.

We finally get to his place and the house had a weird setup. His room was like this huge studio area connected to the rest of the house with two beds in it sometimes separated by a divider curtain. I told his wife that he basically pissed himself. She tried to change him but he’s a large man and simply went to the floor to sleep. She asked me to help him get him out the clothes. We managed to strip him naked but weren’t able to get any bottoms on him. We just put some covers around him.

She told me to stay and indicated the bed right there while her and the kids went to bed across the room. I was beat and lived like 40 min from so I was happy to sleep there. I stripped down to my boxers and got in bed.

At some point during the night he got in bed with ME! I had working up to him spooning me with a hard-on. Remember he’s naked but his family is right across the room. It was one of the strangest scenarios to be in. I didn’t want to wake anybody up so I just laid there unsure what to do. I might have moved up and down on it a bit.

Anyways when I finally felt him relinquish me. That’s when I gathered my things and left. :emoji_sweat_smile:
 
After a crazy friday night out with friends, drinking waaay too much wine, vodka and tequila, about 6 of us returned to our friends house at around 3.30am where we were staying for the weekend. My friend Karlo (filipino on his mum's side, māori on his dad's side - 6ft, slim but muscular (if that makes sense) build, caramel skin and golden brown eyes that stood out from his thick, dark eyebrows and short, curly, dark hair) and I were sharing a room which we were used to. Karlo headed to the room while I grabbed a jug of ice water, two glasses and some panadol (aspirin). Karlo and I undressed to just our boxer briefs and slumped in the bed together, but on absolute opposite sides - hahahaha classic!
I woke up to piss and when I came back Karlo stumbled passed me holding his boner and moaning that he needed to piss. I got back in bed and lay there holding my head, mentally reminding myself to never drink like that again. Karlo came back in a little while after, climbed over me into bed and slumped down right next to me. I felt a surge of excitement rush through me from my balls, but I was still too drunk to give it any thought and we both drifted off to sleep again.
It must have been about 5 hours later - the sun was out so the entire room was hot and we'd managed to kick the blanket off somehow (I'm saying it was him because I don't remember). I tried to move but realised that Karlo was hugging me. My arm was around his shoulder, his head rested on my chest, our breathing almost in sync, and our legs casually intertwined. It felt good, peaceful and natural and I thought about the millions of times I'd dreamed about this happened. It is was then I noticed my boner being pressed down by his thigh, and without thinking, I instinctively ground my hips against it. Now, whether he was awake or not I'm not sure (I kept my eyes closed) but I felt him grind his boner into my hip. When I tell you I could have shot a load right then, but Karlo had never given me any indication he was into guys. He was the popular guy, the basketball player, the guitar player, the guy that had all the girls fighting over him, you know, that guy.
I slowly opened my eyes, hoping it wasn't a dream, and looked down at Karlo's head lying on my chest. I also admired the look of my boner, straining against my boxer briefs under Karlo's thigh. My hips moved again, grinding against his muscled and he moved his head slightly, which made me freeze. He rubbed his face into my chest a little, stretching his thigh up and down the length of my hungover hardon. I wanted to grab his ass, lift him up, kiss him all over his body - my thoughts a lustful chaos, but I was scared he would wake up, react badly and never speak to me again. I fought every urge that was pulsing through me and lay there, contenting myself to just "enjoy the moment, you may never be this close to him again". The hangover was still with me, so I gave in to sleep again.
Another 3 hours must have lapsed and I heard a knock at the door, our friends were heading out to get food and wondered if we wanted them to get any for us, "OMG yes please! You know what I like!". Then suddenly Karlo, still nestled on my chest called out, "I'll have what Beau's having". This sent me into all kinds of internal chaos again. Why didn't he push off me? Why was he still on my chest? Why is his thigh still resting on my hardon? Why hasn't he moved yet? My breathing had begun to quicken when he moved slightly to turn his head to look at me and said, "morning" flashing those beautiful golden eyes at me with the smile that could melt snow and raise mountains, "you make a good pillow, I'm gonna sleep some more, that okay?" I didn't know what to say as he turned over again, muzzled my chest for a bit, raised his thigh again across my boner and started to drift off to sleep again. All I remember is looking down at my hardon, noticing the web of precum oozing through my already tight boxer briefs.
(sorry it's such a long read, I tried to keep to specifics and when I spoke to Karlo about it he reminded me of a few more things that happened)
 
After a crazy friday night out with friends, drinking waaay too much wine, vodka and tequila, about 6 of us returned to our friends house at around 3.30am where we were staying for the weekend. My friend Karlo (filipino on his mum's side, māori on his dad's side - 6ft, slim but muscular (if that makes sense) build, caramel skin and golden brown eyes that stood out from his thick, dark eyebrows and short, curly, dark hair) and I were sharing a room which we were used to. Karlo headed to the room while I grabbed a jug of ice water, two glasses and some panadol (aspirin). Karlo and I undressed to just our boxer briefs and slumped in the bed together, but on absolute opposite sides - hahahaha classic!
I woke up to piss and when I came back Karlo stumbled passed me holding his boner and moaning that he needed to piss. I got back in bed and lay there holding my head, mentally reminding myself to never drink like that again. Karlo came back in a little while after, climbed over me into bed and slumped down right next to me. I felt a surge of excitement rush through me from my balls, but I was still too drunk to give it any thought and we both drifted off to sleep again.
It must have been about 5 hours later - the sun was out so the entire room was hot and we'd managed to kick the blanket off somehow (I'm saying it was him because I don't remember). I tried to move but realised that Karlo was hugging me. My arm was around his shoulder, his head rested on my chest, our breathing almost in sync, and our legs casually intertwined. It felt good, peaceful and natural and I thought about the millions of times I'd dreamed about this happened. It is was then I noticed my boner being pressed down by his thigh, and without thinking, I instinctively ground my hips against it. Now, whether he was awake or not I'm not sure (I kept my eyes closed) but I felt him grind his boner into my hip. When I tell you I could have shot a load right then, but Karlo had never given me any indication he was into guys. He was the popular guy, the basketball player, the guitar player, the guy that had all the girls fighting over him, you know, that guy.
I slowly opened my eyes, hoping it wasn't a dream, and looked down at Karlo's head lying on my chest. I also admired the look of my boner, straining against my boxer briefs under Karlo's thigh. My hips moved again, grinding against his muscled and he moved his head slightly, which made me freeze. He rubbed his face into my chest a little, stretching his thigh up and down the length of my hungover hardon. I wanted to grab his ass, lift him up, kiss him all over his body - my thoughts a lustful chaos, but I was scared he would wake up, react badly and never speak to me again. I fought every urge that was pulsing through me and lay there, contenting myself to just "enjoy the moment, you may never be this close to him again". The hangover was still with me, so I gave in to sleep again.
Another 3 hours must have lapsed and I heard a knock at the door, our friends were heading out to get food and wondered if we wanted them to get any for us, "OMG yes please! You know what I like!". Then suddenly Karlo, still nestled on my chest called out, "I'll have what Beau's having". This sent me into all kinds of internal chaos again. Why didn't he push off me? Why was he still on my chest? Why is his thigh still resting on my hardon? Why hasn't he moved yet? My breathing had begun to quicken when he moved slightly to turn his head to look at me and said, "morning" flashing those beautiful golden eyes at me with the smile that could melt snow and raise mountains, "you make a good pillow, I'm gonna sleep some more, that okay?" I didn't know what to say as he turned over again, muzzled my chest for a bit, raised his thigh again across my boner and started to drift off to sleep again. All I remember is looking down at my hardon, noticing the web of precum oozing through my already tight boxer briefs.
(sorry it's such a long read, I tried to keep to specifics and when I spoke to Karlo about it he reminded me of a few more things that happened)
Nice… wanna hear more of those Karlo’s boner adventures lol