To Russell........

[Tonyletigre]

It's late, ........ he comes stumbling in the room, falls against the door jamb waking me up. He starts to undress, I watch as he pulls the T-shirt up over his well defined shoulders. He turns to sit on the edge of the bed as he removes his shoes, his pants, and then he falls back against the pillow. Inches from my head I can smell the stench of the cheap whiskey, he's been out with his friends again. Within minutes he's snoring evenly, as I lie there wondering..........what if I just casually draped a hand around his thigh? Sort of accidental like? hmmmmmmm.
I can't stand the suspense; I slowly turn over in a feigned 'just getting comfortable' kind of way and allow my hand to fall between his beefy thighs. After I get no response, I decide I'll be a little bolder, slowly I lift my hand up towards his undies. I discreetly let my hand slide up towards his navel, barely touching the fabric separating the back of my hand from his 'jewels', even completely soft his dick is thick, and at least four inches. I slide my hand back down his length, to carress the inside of his thigh. The crisp curly hair tickles the back of my hand as I slowly glide up toward the crotch of his fruit of the looms. He's wearing an old stretched out pair that fit his slender waist but hang from his crotch loosely. My finger reaches the outside edge, I slowly trace the trim of the crotch with my finger. I can just feel the silky down of his pubes peeking out of their confinement, as I near the bottom, I can feel the skin of his ball sac straining against the fabric. I decide....... "Go for It! I slip a finger inside gently massaging a testicle with the back of my index finger, I slowly slip another finger in to join. Now I can massage his low hanging sac with ease, feeling them sliding up and down in response to my stimulation. I manage to slip the rest of my hand in. First reaching down beneath to lift up the entirety of his sack, I slowly let them drop between my fingers as the back of my hand rests atop. I can feel the thickness of his meat steadily throbbing beneath my quivering hand. He's getting harder, I can tell.........

[Tonyletigre]

I'm getting uncomfortable, trying to manipulate with my hand awkwardly shoved in his shorts, I decide I need to roll over on my stomach, maneuver my other hand inside, so I can knead that throbbing column with respect.
But first, I slowly glide up his pulsing shaft just barely touching the hot skin. My hand rises toward the waistband of shorts my fingers stretching the fabric out. at last I reach the tip of his knob, allowing the back of my wrist to drape across the head, my fingers stroke the thick curly bush surrounding his thick base. He's very nearly fully erect now, but his steady breathing leads me to believe he's still passed out. I begin moving the back of my hand up and down the shaft, finally stopping just beneath his sac. I caress the pair of massive balls one last time, rolling them gently between my fingertips in his low hanging bag.
It's time to switch hands. My arm is practically numb from lying on it so long. I slowly let my hand extricate itself from the soft warm confines of his underwear. Gently sliding over his thigh, to retreat back to my side of the bed. I begin to slowly rise and reposition my self for another assault, when he suddenly let's out a snort! He reaches down to his crotch, scratching himself in the darkness, as I lay in the darkness not daring to breathe. I wait, a minute, two minutes and then three before I dare to complete my own repositioning in the bed. Now I'm on my stomach my hand just touching his leg. I decide, what the hey, in for a penny....Now I'm in a position to cup and caress his member freely. I begin again to raise my hand toward his crotch and my prize. I slide up the inside of his thigh, again, just barely touching the skin. My fingers fan out, searching for the edge of his underwear..............

[Tonyletigre]

My palm rests gently against his bulging sack as my fingers drop down slowly onto the soft worn fabric of his underwear. My middle finger alights perfectly onto the base of his now fully erect member, I can feel the pulse of his slow steady heartbeat against my palm. His shaft is straining against it's cloth confines at a perfect forty-five degree angle. My thumb slides gently into the gap of his shorts to be nestled in a soft downy tuft of the hair surrounding his ball sack. I probe deeper into the opening, my thumb lifting his bag slowly, sliding up and down the smooth skin beneath his bag. I feel him shudder involuntarily, his cock rising in anticipation, I slowly move my finger back and forth over the top of his dick as my opposing fingers gently squeeze the sides. My palm caresses and releases his straining sack in perfect time with his throbbing member. His arm moves from the pillow under his head toward his crotch...and drops by his side. I pause, well, there is little doubt, he's now at least partially awake. Yet, he's not discouraging this.
I decide on my next move, I turn on my side for a better approach, My thumb retreats from beneath his heavy low-hanging balls, lingering in the tight mass of curls that surround the side of his nutsack, drawing small circles, entangling the mass around my thumb, I slip my thumb from beneath his drawers. I lift my hand from atop his balls, and move up, to rest on his stomach, just below his navel. The downy softness here is an even bigger turn-on to me. My fingers splay out, my pinkie searching for the waistband of his underwear. I find the outer edge, and slowly trace it back and forth with my pinkie. I can feel the tension and anticipation in him now, as my other fingers slide down the 'trail' from his navel towards his waistband. My pinkie lifts the outer edge, and inches it's way in slowly, to be joined by the other fingers, and finally my entire hand is inside! I feel a sense of triumph, as though I have truly overcome some hurdle. As I move my hand deeper and deeper into the briefs I can sense his turgid cock looming above my hand. My fingers reach the thick curly hair surrounding the base of his massive member. As my fingers slide up and over his sack, my thumb and forefinger encircle his girth. Thick? Man I would have never thought. In the darkness my estimation was two inches from side to side, no less certainly, and probably more. I allow my other fingers to drum lightly atop his sack as I consider what to do next.

[superdoc]

I got really hard reading your story. It was as if your hand were in my briefs, too. Anytime, Tony.