Sharing my room

When I was 18, and JUST out of high school, my stepdad’s nephew, Clay, dropped by our house for a visit. He was recently out of the military and did not want to move back in with his mother and father who lived in a VERY rural area in Arkansas. Not that my family lived in a much bigger area, but at least there were a few beer joints and burger places to frequent. During his visit, my stepdad asked Clay what his plans were, and said that maybe he could get Clay a job at the factory where he worked. He was also invited to stay with us until he got on his feet and could afford his own place. Being the oldest, I had my own bedroom, and a full size bed that my parents said I could share with Clay for a bit. I didn’t mind too much, although I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to jack-off at night anymore to help put me to sleep. A sufferer of insomnia since childhood, I would beat off every night to help get me to sleep.

The first couple of weeks went as expected, I usually stayed up later than Clay, and he was always fast asleep when I joined him in the bed. Not a big deal. In those first couple of weeks, Clay also started at the factory working evening shifts and was off work by 11:00 pm. He was very personable and made friends quickly, so needless to say, he was going out to the local bars with work friends not long after he started.

One night, around 2:00 am, I heard Clay’s truck pull into the driveway. I was awake (of course) and had on only a pair of underwear because it was so hot that night. When Clay entered my bedroom, I could tell he was a little shit-faced but not full on drunk. He was trying to be so quiet taking off his shoes and tip toeing around, and was relieved when I said, “no need to be so quiet…I am still awake”.

“Oh…good”, he responded. Then, out of nowhere, he said, “DAMN! It’s so fucking hot in here”! I started laughing at this, because Clay very rarely cursed in front of me or anyone. I apologized for laughing, and told him that I got so hot, I had to take off my usual t-shirt and shorts that I wore to bed. He assured me that it wasn’t a problem, and if I didn’t mind, he would strip down also. Well…much to my surprise, Clay did not wear underwear, so when he crawled into bed next to me, he was stark naked! The room was dark, but I could still see pretty well, and I could tell he was sporting a pretty nice cock.

We laid there and chit chatted for a while about his night, and some girl he met at the bar that danced with him, and made out with him for a while but decided to leave without him, which he said left him with a case of blue balls. We discussed how bad it sucked to have a hard on for a while and not shooting a load, and how our balls ached. I confessed to him that I hadn’t jerked off since he started staying with us, and he said he hadn’t either.