“Mitch. Mitch. Wake up.”
I opened my eyes to find Nathan Hopper leaning over my bed, his lips so close to my ear I could feel his warm breath washing down my neck.
“What?” I breathed, my heart skipping a beat, when I realized Nathan was wearing nothing but his long underwear bottoms. His broad chest reflected the pale moonlight. “It’s freezing, Nathan. Why’d you wake me up?”
“Come on,” he whispered, pulling back the heavy covers to expose me curled up in a ball against the cold. “Let’s go to the sauna and warm up.”
I groaned, struggling to draw the blankets back over me, but Nathan was stronger and apparently determined tonight I accompany him across the ski resort’s courtyard to its sauna, as he easily wrestled the covers away from me and, grinning devilishly, yanked them beyond my reach over the foot of the bed.
I glowered at him, thinking he might go away, if I made myself into a very tiny ball in the center of the bed, then refused to budge.
“Come on, Mitch. Get outta bed.” He wriggled his fingers under one of my arms to tickle my armpit. “No one else is up. I just wanna get warm. I’ve—I’ve been north-starring all night. I can’t sleep. Come on.”
“Dude, you woke me up from a great dream,” I lied, suddenly throwing a full erection up the front of my boxers, as I giggled and writhed violently across the bed, desperate to elude his fingers at the same time I was thrilled he’d woken me to say he’d been sporting a hard-on all night. “I wasn’t having a problem sleeping.”
We both suddenly froze in mid-battle, gaping at one another, when someone in a nearby room muttered incoherently, then coughed two or three times in his sleep.
“Come on, Mitch.” Nathan swallowed noisily, his eyes lingering on my hard-on tenting up my underwear, as I lay very still on my back and tried to catch my breath as quietly as I could. “I don’t wanna be around the other guys. They’re all drunk and stupid right now.”
“All right,” I breathed, pushing his hands away.
I sat up, then scooted on my butt across the mattress toward him, even in the pale moonlight able to see him throw an erection up the front of his long johns.
“Move,” I murmured, “so I can stand up.”
I slid off the bed, wincing at the frosty floor numbing my feet, and stood shivering in front of my best friend grinning happily at me.
“You are north-starring,” he breathed, swallowing noisily, as his gaze flickered between my eyes and my boner jutting out the crotch of my boxers.
“I told you I was having a great dream,” I growled, hoping I sounded indignant, but suspected I only sounded horny, as I glanced down at his erection poking out the front of his long underwear. “You are, too.”
“I know,” Nathan said, smiling toothily. “That’s why I woke you.”
“How—How we gonna get to the sauna?” I asked, my eyes growing wide, when he gathered the elastic waistband of his underwear in his fists, then peeled his long johns down his hips.
I watched him bend forward, his rigid dick, then his hairy balls popping into view.
Without a word, Nathan slid his underwear down his muscular legs. He looked up at me gaping at him, as he pulled them past his calves and freed a foot at a time.
This is the first 500 or so words of my short story, “Brother North Star,” which appears in my collection of six gay erotic stories available here on Amazon. It's free with Kindle Unlimited.
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