The wash of emotions crossing Dexter's face - shock, embarassment, fury, pride - would have done an Academy Award nominee proud. But pride eventually won out. Instead of the loud freakout I expected, he simply said, "Well what the hell were you doing in there?"

I explained it was totally spur of the moment because I didn't want an awkward situation explaining to either him or the girl why I was in his room. "Dude, you gotta admit, you bringing a girl home and banging her in your room wasn't exactly anything any of us might have anticipated. Sure was fun to watch, though!" He grinned, and blushed again.

"Alright, I gotta figure this out." he smirked, the braggy Dexter we all know and love coming back to the fore. "Show me what it was like." So I went inside the closet and he followed me in and shut the door. Other than the small amount of light filtering through the slats in the door, it was almost pitch black. I was back in the corner where I was that night, and he was next to me, elbowing aside his clothes on the hangers. "This is ridiculous, I can't see shit. I think you're making this up." he huffed.

"No, switch places with me and you'll see." I replied. He slid behind me and I could feel the hair on his chest and belly tickling my back, and the huge, soft lump in his bathing suit pressed gently against my ass. He looked over my shoulder, and you could hear the realization in his voice. "So...you saw...everything...from here?" "Yup, if you remember what you two did, that's what I saw."

So here I am, in a dark and incredibly confined space, with my beefy friend pressed up behind me. I've been jacking myself off for weeks thinking about him. So of course, I've popped a huge boner which is tenting my bathing suit. And getting a little panicky trying to decide what to do about this moment which is starting to feel more than a little awkward.

About ten seconds passed in silence, no sounds but us breathing quietly. Of all the things that might have happened next, the last thing I expected was for him to reach around me with his two hairy paws and start gently pulling and twisting my nipples. I let out an involuntary groan and pressed back against him. Dexter wrapped his left arm around me, pulling me even tighter against him, and ran his right palm down my belly and then into my trunks and grabbed my rigid, swollen cock. I could feel his massive, instant erection growing against me and I ground my hips backward pressing myself against him.

Still in silence, he turned me around so we were now facing each other in the dark. We hooked our thumbs into the waistbands of each other's trunks and slipped them down, letting them fall to the floor. I grabbed his long, thick penis with my hand. "You're so...goddam...big," I whispered as I pressed the head of his cock against mine. With my fingertips, I rolled his loose foreskin forward and over the head of my cock, docking us together, and he let out a deep, guttural groan of pleasure.

Standing naked and alone in the darkness we silently began exploring each other bodies with our hands. Five minutes, ten minutes perhaps more passed, and eventually we both began shaking with the approach of orgasm. "Fuck! I can't help it, I'm gonna come!" Dexter moaned. "Me too!" I gasped as we clasped our swollen cocks together, length on top of length. We squeezed them even tighter together and swayed back and forth as orgasm swept over us both. Groaning, almost whimpering in mutual ecstasy we rocked back and forth as our hands suddenly grew hot and slippery with the copious amounts of semen that shot out of us. The sweet, acrid smell of cum filled the air and you could hear the sound of each fresh volley landing on the hardwood floor of the closet.

Eventually the moment passed and we relaxed. Dexter let out a long, low chuckle. "Bet we made a bit of a mess there, lil buddy," he said. I kicked the door behind me and it swayed open. Our cocks, hands, and his hairy belly were covered in cum, and a sizable pool lay on the floor between us.

Awkwardly stepping over the puddle, our hands clasped, we backed out of the closet and into the bedroom.

Ryan was standing there, staring at us.