Long before either Cameron or I was born, our parents
had been very close friends. So trusting was their
friendship that they had made a pact: in the unlikely event
that something should ever happen to either couple, the other
would take their child to raise as their own. I’m sure when
they made the agreement no one ever dreamed it would ever
become necessary to fulfill such an obligation. But when
Cameron’s parents fell victim to a tragic plane crash, my
parents suddenly found themselves obliged to execute the
promise they had made to their old friends.

I had mixed feelings about Cameron coming to live with
us. I understood the situation and I truly felt sorry for
him. But we were strangers. I had no idea what he was like.
I deeply resented not having a say in the matter.

When Cameron arrived, I did my best to conceal my
apprehension. It was important that we get off on the right
foot. I mean, like it or no, we were going to be brothers,
in a matter of speaking.

Cameron was a year older than me. He was a tall boy
with a slender build. He had a rich, dark tan, curly blond
hair and stunning deep blue eyes. He was more than
attractive-- he was downright beautiful.

I was not as beautiful to look at as Cameron, but I was
a far cry from being an ugly duck. My overall appearance was
deceivingly boyish. I was taller than most boys my age with
a thin physique. My dark hair and huge brown eyes made my
fair skin seem even lighter. I always had been told I was a
handsome young man. But when I stood next to Cameron, I felt
average at best.

I had never been one to be shy. I wasn’t the type to
blush and cover up when someone saw me naked. I’d never been
made to feel inferior or uncomfortable about my body. In
fact, my sizable cock had been the topic of envy by most of
my friends.

Cameron didn’t share my uninhibited sense of freedom.
He was exceedingly shy. After a week of sharing the same
bedroom he had seen me naked at least a dozen times. I’d
never caught him staring but I was certain he had, in his own
restrained sort of way, managed to thoroughly check me out.

After a week I was beginning to get a little frustrated
with Cameron. I was doing my best to make him feel at home.
I had bared my body, revealing my most private masculine
strengths and weaknesses. Not once had he permitted me so
much as a glimpse of his appealing body. Cameron was always
the last one to bed and I was always the first to rise. I
didn’t even know what he wore to sleep, if anything.

A month went by. Then two. I became increasingly
agitated by Cameron’s timidness. I couldn’t imagine why he
would be so uptight about something as simple as me seeing
him naked. I began to wonder if he didn’t perhaps possess
some sort of weird, freakish abnormality which he chose to
keep concealed.

I never suspected my desire to see Cameron naked was
anything more than normal curiosity. It wasn’t until one
morning as I laid in bed watching him sleep that I realized
my motives were far more than mere curiosity. The tingling
sensation that swept over me as I studied him was a bit
alarming. I’d never reacted this way toward another guy
before.

Cameron laid on his back, his face was turned away from
me. The small brown nipples on his smooth, bare chest rose
up and down as he breathed peacefully. The sheet covering
him was down around his narrow waist. One arm was slung up
above his head, exposing the small patch of wiry blond hair
which sprouted from his armpit. There was something about
the sight of that manly hair that caused my excitable, young
cock to stiffen.

Cameron stirred restlessly in his slumber. Remaining on
his back, he worked his legs up and down and from side to
side, slowly inching the sheet down to reveal his jockey
shorts. The mystery of what Cameron slept in was solved, but
that seemed insignificant compared to the tremendous, eye-
catching bulge arching out against the crotch of his
underwear!

The thin, form-fitting fabric of his briefs permitted
its impressive contents to be well defined. It clung to his
male flesh like a second skin, outlining the lengthy cylinder
of his cockshaft and the knobby contour of its inflated,
helmet-shaped head. The arm which had rested above his head
came down and his hand answered the urgent calling of his
lusting prick.

I became totally absorbed with watching Cameron
unconsciously caress and taunt his stiff cock. Occasionally
he would moan softly and move his shoulders from side to
side, grinding them into the soft warmth of his pillow. My
racing heart pounded violently in my chest as I sat up in bed
to get a better look. It nearly stopped dead when, through a
leg opening, his thick seven—inch cock escaped the confines
of his shorts! There was certainly nothing abnormal about
his throbbing manhood -- it was every bit as beautiful as the
rest of him!

I had tried desperately to convince myself that once I
had seen Cameron’s cock my curiosity would be satisfied.
That was not the case. As I admired the attractive organ, I
found myself longing to touch it. I ached to take the firm,
heavy shaft of his rigid cock in my fist and jack him off. I
thought about it, considering the risks. My luck, he’d wake
up and catch me. Knowing how shy he was made it impossible
to predict how he might react to such questionable
circumstances.

I Deciding to play it safe and keep my hands to myself, I
laid back and closed my eyes. I tried everything to rid
myself of my forbidden desires. The battle was lost as my
hand crept down my smooth, flat belly to satisfy my burning
lust.

Wanting to admire Cameron’s big dick while I
masturbated, I turned to face him. Much to my surprise
Cameron was wide awake and very engrossed in observing my
self-indulging frolic.

“I didn’t know you were awake,” I said, feeling a little
embarrassed to be caught with my cock in my hand, but I made
no attempt to conceal my throbbing eight-inch organ. Nor did
I try to hide the fact that I was jacking off.

“Do you do that a lot?” Cameron asked.

“Only when I get really horny.” (Which meant at least a
couple of times a day!)