Does he wake up?

I stood there looking down at him, undecided. For some unknown reason, I couldn't tear myself away from the sight. On the other hand, I was ashamed to stare at him like that. What if he woke up and realized what I was looking at? That would have been mega embarrassing.

I could feel how excited I was. My pulse was racing and I was alternating between hot and cold. I suddenly became hyper-aware that I had never touched another man's genitals before and I wondered what it would feel like. My curiosity was piqued. There would probably never be another opportunity like this. If not now, then when? Lukas was my best friend. If he woke up and confronted me, I could say it had been an accident. And if he didn't believe me, he would be the only person in the whole world to whom I could admit what was going on inside me. He would understand. After all, we were friends.

Indecisively, I reached out for him again. I touched him gently on the thigh and held my breath. To my unspeakable relief, he didn't wake up. At least not immediately.

Incredibly slowly, I trailed my fingers up his inner leg, watching closely to see if he opened his eyes or showed any other reaction that he was aware of what I was doing. Drowsily, he made a smacking sound. To my great surprise, he then spread his knees further apart, giving my hand more space. Why did he do that? Did he think I was someone else? Was he dreaming? Or was it simply a natural reflex?

Whatever the cause, I took it as a sign that I could carry on for now. My hand moved haltingly towards his crotch until it reached the legs of his briefs. I paused there for a moment. Lukas was a little more restless than before. But his eyes were still firmly closed and, surprisingly, he didn't avoid my touch. On the contrary, I had the impression that he was sliding towards me. But maybe that was just a mistake on my part.

Once again, I waited. If I continued and he caught me with my fingers in his pants, I could no longer claim that it had been an accident. Could I risk it? Would our friendship be able to withstand something like that? Did I even want it?

The **** made me brave and willing to take risks. The forbidden part of it excited me and awakened an unfamiliar arousal in me. I slipped my hand into his briefs from below.

I immediately felt his testicles on my fingertips. A strange sensation. Of course, I had already fondled myself. But touching someone else's balls was completely different. They were unexpectedly firm and soft at the same time. I gently lifted the waistband and flopp, his junk slipped out. I gently let go of the fabric. I left his cock untouched. After all, I'm not gay. Of course!

Mesmerized, I looked at his sack. It was shaved, so you could clearly see the rosy, wrinkled skin. The size of the two curves underneath surprised me. They almost looked like two ripe apricots to me. Naturally, I had no standard of comparison other than myself and I put my own testicles in the walnut category. Lukas was several classes ahead of me. I was wondering how heavy his nuts were.