Okay, here's one of my stories.
Growing up, I lived in Miami Beach, though most of my friends, school, church, etc were across Biscayne Bay in Miami Shores. One of my good friends at the time, lived in Miami Shores. He had a younger brother, who was about 15 months younger. Anyway, when I was 16 and had my license and also had a car, would spend almost every weekend (it seemed like), over at my friends house. We would either hang out, see a movie, or go to a party (most of the parties were within 5-10 minutes of where my friend lived).
My friend and his younger brother shared a room together and when I would sleep over, I actually slept with his younger brother. My friend had a twin bed, but his younger brother had a full bed with a single bed 'pull out' underneath his.
Almost since day one I (and I was much more confused about my sexuality then than now) slept my friend's brother's bed. Usually we were pretty wasted, and my friend tended to over indulge and was the first one to bed, followed by his brother and then me. Soon after going to bed, the younger brother woud start pushing on me and at times almost push me out of bed. I would turn into different positions and soon found that the only time he would stop pushing on me (he's on his side with his back to me), was when I actually turned toward him. After the first minute of him starting to 'push' me, I always had a raging hard on. After I soon discovered he stopped pushing on me when I woud turn to face him and my hard on was pushing between his 'cheeks', it almost became a 'game' to see how long he would push....though, I would usually give in and turn toward him.
The sad thing is, as soon as I would do this, he would stop completely. I always wanted to reach over him and feel him (and other things), but do to the circumstances of his brother sleping 10' away, never did. Talk about years of torchure!
By the time my friend and I were seniors in high school, out of nowhere, one night my friend said before we went to sleep, you can sleep here (as he pulled out the twin bed which was under his brothers). I was a little bit devistated as I though either his brother had told him about me or he had figured it out on his own.
This did not stop me, however (I'm sure due to my horemones). After everyone was asleep, I would crawl into his brother's bed (who moved over and made room for me) and slept. In the morning when I woke up, I woud just roll over and land in the twin bed below.
One of the closest times I actually felt to my friend's brother was when I stopped by and he was the only one home. I never smoked very much pot before, but shared part of a joint with him - I was soaring! He was sitting at his desk and I was standing next to him and he was complaining about being sore. I instinctively moved in behind him and started massaging his sholders, arms and back. To me, it was heaven. After about 20 minutes of this, his mother and younger siblings came home and the bliss had to stop.
I always have very fond memories of all those nights!