Jon had called and invited me over around 3:00 to watch the game. When I got there the front door was open, so I walked right in. Jon was lying on his back on the sofa wearing just his undies. I was going to make some comment about him sleeping through the game, but then I noticed that his erect cock had made a large tent in his briefs, so I didn't say anything that would wake him up.

I walked over and stood beside the sofa and watched him as he slept. His body was nice on the eyes if you liked long muscular torsos with washboard abs. He had movie star looks, not pleasant boy-next-door features. I loved his hair and always had wanted to run my hands through it.

Jon mumbled something like, "Suck it Susan." I guessed he was in the throes of an erotic dream about his girlfriend Susan. Judging from the tent in his shorts he was going to have a wet dream climax any minute.

I reached down and adjusted his shorts so that his erect tool came through the slit in his shorts. He had, to me anyway, a beautiful cock. I had never seen it fully erect before, even though I had seen in many times in the shower completely soft or semi rigid. It was about six inches long and straight with a beautiful head, which was larger than shaft. In its erect state it stood straight up like it was at attention.

I heard Jon mumble, "That's it, baby. Go down all the way."

I got down on my knees, leaned over his groin and admired how big the head of his cock got when he got sexually excited.

His cock twitched and the head swelled and subsided in a rhythmic dance. I could see the pre-cum leaking out of his dick and rolling down the head, giving it a glistening appearance. I wanted to lick it so bad I could hardly breathe. My own cock was as hard as a rock in my pants.

Even though I knew what I wanted to do, I did not know what to do. Jon was my best friend and I didn't think he knew that I was gay. If he ever found out I didn't want him to do so by waking up and finding me sucking his cock, but just the same I desperately wanted to take him in my mouth and suck him off.

Jon mumbled, "I'm coming, baby."

He arched his back and I watched the head of his cock swell right below my mouth and I knew he was going to shoot his wad. It was decision time for me. I might never get this chance again. "Carpe diem", I thought, "seize the moment."

He thrust his hips up again, so I just opened up and let his glistening head slide into my mouth. As I went down on his cock and swallowed it to the hilt, he ejaculated into my mouth.

He mumbled, "Oh, baby, take my cum." He thrust his hips up and down three or four times and each time he shot another load of his sweet, salty cum in my mouth. He mumbled again, saying, "Keep sucking, baby."

She might keep sucking his cock in his dream, but I couldn't. I had to get out of there before he woke up.

I swallowed his cum, took his cock to the hilt in my mouth one last time and cleaned up his cock with my tongue as I let it slide out of my mouth.

I tried to carefully slip his cock back into his shorts but it was too stiff, so I just left it as it was, walked rapidly to the door, and left. I walked down to the sidewalk, turned around and came back as if I were just arriving. As I got to the door, I knocked on it real hard and yelled "Jon, I'm here. Turn on the game!" and walked in.

Jon woke with a start and asked blearily, "What time is it?"

I said, "It's already nearly 3:00." I gestured at his still-stiff cock sticking up in his of his shorts and said jokingly, "What did I do? Catch you in the middle of jacking off?"

He didn't seem the slightest bit embarrassed. He reached down and grabbed his softening cock and said, "I was asleep. I had the most incredible erotic dream. I thought I shot off in my sleep. I thought maybe I'd have to change my shorts, I had to change my shorts, but I guess it didn't turn into a wet dream.

"Turn on the TV," he said, changing the subject. The game's about to start. Get us a couple of beers from the fridge while I put on some clothes."

I thought to myself, "You don't need to put on any clothes for my sake. I really wish you wouldn't. You did have a wet dream and so did I."

What Jon didn't know would not hurt him or me. I had wet dreams about him all the time and my real dream was that someday I could really service his cock for him without destroying our friendship.

In the meantime, some time real soon I was going to have to go to the john and jack off because my cock was still hard as a rock.