Hero Worship & Nocturnal Emissions – Part 2

The inside of my thigh was damp and sticky, where I had oozed so much pre-cum inside my own pyjamas. The stuff was everywhere and Michael, meanwhile, had just rolled onto his stomach, on top of a load of his own spurting cum that had fallen on the sheets.

PART TWO

The next morning, my pyjamas showed little trace of the night before, although they were still slightly damp to my touch. Michael must surely have noticed that his pyjamas were undone when he got up but he appeared to pay it no mind. He must have rolled onto his back again at some point in the night, because any signs of dampness had vanished, although he must surely have noticed, as I did, the slight stain in the middle of the bed where he had ‘shot his load’ in the night. If he did, he didn’t comment on it. Goodness knows what my Mum was going to think!

The next evening, we started playing Monopoly after tea and had to break the game to get ready for bed. As so often happens when only two people play Monopoly, the game was a bit ‘tit for tat’ but Michael had got Mayfair early on and when he eventually landed on Park Lane and was able to complete the set, he got quite excited because he already had enough money to build three houses on each. Eagerly, he leaned across the board towards me to put the houses in place and my heart jumped into my throat when I saw his penis sticking right out of his pyjama pants. I was transfixed and he saw me looking.

“Got a good look?” he taunted.

I was embarrassed and I went red in the face. I tried to pretend it was nothing unusual.

“I could hardly miss it,” I said, “it nearly poked me in the eye!”

That made him laugh and it seemed to take the tension out of the moment. He just sat back and covered himself up; rather awkwardly, I thought.

Eventually, the game reached a stalemate, with me landing on Mayfair or Park Lane and him landing on my orange and red sets every time he came out of Jail. But after catching a glimpse of his stiff todger, my heart wasn’t really in the game and I readily conceded it to him and we soon settled down to sleep.

Lying there, thinking about last night, I couldn’t get Michael’s sticky nocturnal ejaculation out of my mind. Tonight was the last night of his visit and I was hoping for a repeat performance of the previous night’s excitement. That vision of Michael’s stiff and glistening penis shooting its white fluid into my hand under the bedclothes was taunting my mind and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.