Sound Asleep

I ought to have been ashamed of myself, but I never quite managed it. You have to remember, first off, I was eighteen years old, and you know how horny you always are at that age. Add in knowing you're gay, but not knowing just what to do about it, if you see what I mean. Then there was the way Richard looked, the first time I met him. A junior in college, he had the look I wanted so bad for myself, the "old enough to take care of myself" look, the "old enough to know who I am and what I want" look, the, oh, hell, you know what I mean. Crew-cut sandy hair, a nose that was upturned at the end but just missed being what you'd call "pug", soft cheekbones with a long jawline, and eyes that were a blue so sharp and clean that they could bore holes into your heart and reveal every secret you had. And a body, God, his body! He'd been using the college gym steadily for two years, and it showed with clean muscled arcs all over his body.

Just try getting to sleep with a body like that only about three feet away from your own in a small dorm room. The blinds were overwhelmed by the dorm parking lot lights, I could see every bit of him. Around one a.m. there was a bunch of police sirens, chasing a drunk driver around the parking lot, I guess. It was deafening, but Richard slept right through it.

I finally got to sleep around four a.m. only to be awakened at seven a.m. by a friend of Richard's who banged on the door repeatedly until I sleepily got up and answered. "Hi, I'm George. I'm just here to wake up Richard." he said with a Brooklyn accent, wielding a pitcher of water.

"Are you kidding?" I said, yawning.

"Nope. What's your name?" George asked.

"Chuck." I said, yawning again.

"Chuck, you are now roomies with the world's soundest sleeper. Nothing and I mean nothing wakes this guy up except a dose of water in the puss."

Just then my alarm clock went off and a blast of rock music hit the still morning air. I guess I had accidentally turned the volume all the way up, because it shook the walls. I got cussed by my neighbors, but Richard never stirred. I shut it off and looked at him still snoring away. He was covered only by a sheet and definitely was sporting a morning erection.

"You convinced now, Chuck?" George asked. I nodded. "Good. Now stand back." And I stepped away while George expertly tossed the pitcher of water, managing to hit Richard with the entire pitcherfull right in that beautiful face of his. And even that barely did the job! Richard pried one eye open. "Hey, Sleeping Beauty, it's seven o'clock." George said.

"Thanks." Richard said, yawned.

"Catch you tomorrow morning. So long, Chuck." George went away.

That evening, I stealthily watched Richard, who spent the time lounging on his bed in various poses while reading a book, wearing nothing but a pair of very tight, very thin briefs. I had napped that afternoon, so when Richard turned off the lights, I was again unable to sleep. Richard snored gently and I looked at him in those too-bright lights in that too-strange place, and was too damned tempted.

I crept over and stood watching him. Did the guy know how much he was turning me on? I didn't know, but he was again sleeping only under a sheet and his cock seemed to be rising to the occasion again.

I quietly tugged the sheets off, let them fall to the floor as if Richard had kicked them off in his sleep. And Richard didn't wake up. I stared at his crotch and that big bulge for at least another hour before I sneaked a hand over, ready to jerk it back and dive under my covers if he so much as stirred. He never moved, and I gently laid my hand on his thick cock. A quick touch and I yanked my hand back. But he didn't wake up and I did it again. Then again, even longer.

After doing this for about a dozen times, I carefully lifted up the waistband of his shorts and reached in, fished his hard-on up to where it pointed at his navel (and nearly reached it, it was so long!), then let the waistband back down. Now his cock was jutting out of his shorts, and I feasted my eyes on the pinkish-red cockhead, the wrinkled "seam" of his foreskin. From looking it was a short step to touching it, until finally I fished his fat balls out and used them to hold the waistband of his briefs down and the entire length stood free and proud.

And Richard still never woke up, he snored on, oblivious to the show he was giving his horny teenaged roommate. I manipulated his cock, tentatively at first, then more and more brazenly until I was pounding it. That didn't wake him up, just seemed to give him a wet dream, he moaned and groaned. No, he never had an orgasm, but my hand got wet with a lot of clear liquid that oozed out of his long cock. I felt it and sniffed it, even touched my tongue-tip to it, a musky, salty taste.

I decided I had risked enough and tucked his cock back in and threw the sheet back over him. Then I got into my own bed and whacked off quickly. I was being insane, taking such crazy chances, I thought to myself. But I managed to go right to sleep.

The next night, I was more prepared emotionally, if you see what I mean. As soon as I heard Richard's gentle snores, I rolled out of bed and yanked the covers off with gusto. I was after bigger fish tonight, so to speak. This time I didn't hesitate, I reached for him and stripped his briefs off as efficiently as any nurse. Richard's snores missed a beat, but that was it. He was still soft, his cock a shriveled ghost of its glory of the night before, but that didn't discourage me. I leaned over and ran my tongue over it, back and forth and it jerked and rose up oh-so-slowly. I took that big schlong into my mouth and got my first real taste of a man's cock. I was a virgin up until that night, but that is how I sucked my first cock, working over the cock of my sound asleep roommate, learning the taste of cock, the feel of cock, the way to coat it and slide it deeper down my throat until it felt like I had always been sucking cock, and I pounded my own pud while visualizing Richard's hot mouth on my cock. My mouth got awfully tired in a few minutes, but I kept it up until I shot my wad on Richard's bed. Then I put his briefs back on him, pulled the sheet back over him, and got back into my own bed.

Each night I got bolder. The third night I climbed on top of Richard, held our cocks together and whacked off like that. Richard didn't wake up for that, not even as I shot my load all over his stomach and the last dribbles made both our cocks sticky.

Richard never woke up, not for any of this. Not when I used his hand to jerk my own cock off, holding his fingers in place with my palm. Not when I shot my wad all over his face. Not when I greased up his thighs with Vaseline and slid my cock right beneath his balls and fucked his legs for almost an hour, prolonging and enjoying every minute of it. Not when I first began rubbing my cock across his soft lips, or when I slipped it into his mouth and held his face like that. Not that he sucked on my cock, he just sort of lay there like, well, like he was asleep and I gave up on that.

I should have been ashamed of myself during all this, but I wasn't. It was almost like having a steady lover. During the day I was Richard's roommate and friend, and we talked and went to football games together and studied and helped each other get ready for tests. At night I got more and more creative in my lovemaking to his unconscious body.

Fuck him? It was all I began to think about, I did some stealthy research at the college library and decided that if I was gentle and took my time, I could get away with it. Remember that I was bouncing his mattress vigorously and never woke him up. Why should he wake up to a gentle insertion into his "nether regions?"

I did take my time. That first night, I only massaged his anus, using my finger dipped in warm water. The next night, I lubed my finger and began to gently prod at his pink puckerhole. Slowly, over several nights, I wormed my finger all the way in, until his asshole relaxed the minute I put pressure on it. Then I worked up to two fingers, then to three, until two weeks later, I lubed up my cock and gently pushed just the head of it in. I left my cock there, feeling the heat of his body, the sheer joy of it all, but I stopped there. The next night, I slowly worked my cock in deeper and deeper, ran into an obstruction about two inches inside him. Careful and startled reading the next day told me about the "second sphincter" and I spent the next three nights getting that one to relax as well. But finally, almost three weeks after I had first touched his ass with my finger, I lay in his bed with my cock fully inserted into him, the two of us on our sides.

It was time, I decided, and carefully worked him onto his stomach, tucked his legs under him until he was resting on his face, chest and knees, and I reinserted my cock and began to make the first gentle strokes.

Heavenly, is the only word I can give you to describe it, as I fucked Richard, long and slow, in no hurry at all, having all the time in the world, I fucked Richard until my orgasm crept up with the gentle insistence of the tide, submerging and overwhelming me. I shot my load deep into Richard's butt and even fell asleep like that, waking up only as my alarm went off (I had taken over "water duty" from George). I fumbled Richard's briefs back on and sleepily doused him with water, only realizing after Richard rubbed his eyes that I had neither covered him with his sheet or put on my own clothes.

"Thanks, Chuck." he yawned, then his eyes widened sleepily. "Shit, man, you're nekkid!"

"Huh?" I looked down, said "Oh, shit!", blushed all over my body, and dashed for the bathroom.

Richard just laughed and forgot about it, near as I could tell. So I mentally kicked myself for not remembering to be careful, and forgot about it myself.

That night, I decided I wanted to fuck Richard face-to- face, kiss him as I fucked his butt. So I was pleased when he yawned almost an hour before his regular bedtime, grumped about feeling sleepy, and turned in. Five minutes later, the snores had begun.

Once Richard snored, he never woke up until the water hit his face. That had been my rule of thumb ever since my first tentative touching of his body. So I didn't hesitate in my horny quest for his lithe, hot body, I just pulled the sheets off him and stripped him bare. Richard moaned a little bit and got an immediate hard-on. He might not wake up, I had noticed, but his body seemed to be getting very used to my nighttime predations on it.

As I greased up my cock, I heard a small gasp from Richard, but when I looked over, his eyes were closed. I lifted his legs high and scooted him down on the bed and aimed for his little puckerhole. There was more resistance than there had been for nights, and I presumed it was from the fucking I had given it the night before. So I was extra gentle as I slowly slid my cock into him. Richard still snored, but his snores were punctuated with grunts and his cock was as hard as I had ever seen it. I held his legs up with the crooks of my elbows and snaked my hands in underneath him to grab hold of his shoulders, his armpit hairs tickling my forearms. As I began to gently fuck him, his legs waved and wrapped around my waist and grabbed me tight. If he hadn't still been snoring, I would have been sure he was enjoying his fuck. But it was just a sort of snuggling up in your sleep. I hunched up closer and that let our faces get close enough to let me kiss him. I slid my tongue into his mouth while I fucked his ass and found his own tongue met mine, began to joust with me.

Then Richard reached up with his hands and grabbed hold of my back and his lips crushed against mine and he began to fuck back at me while he kissed me hard! I was dumbfounded and paralyzed with fear and doubt, and Richard rolled both of us over, nearly off the bed, and he was astraddle of me and began to wriggle his butt to fuck himself on my cock.

I struggled and fought my mouth free. "What are you doing?" I gasped out. Ever notice how, when you're in a bad situation, your mouth comes out with the dumbest comments?

"Later!" Richard said. "Shut up and fuck me, Chuck! Fuck me hard!" In that position, he was in charge of the fuck, and began to bounce up and down on me so hard the bed shook and the headboard pounded the walls. I grabbed hold of it and held it tight (I didn't want the entire dorm to know what we were doing!) while Richard rode me hard and fast, pounding his cock all the while.

Fucking his sleeping body was fun, but this was more fun. In no time I was brought to the very edge of pleasure. "Oh, God, Richard, I'm coming! I'm coming!"

"Shoot it in me, Chuck! Shoot it in me!" Richard begged, as if I had a choice. I blasted hard and long, an orgasm that felt like it'd never end, a load so big it poured out of Richard's ass back onto my cock and balls to soak me utterly wet.

As my eyes uncrossed and my orgasm released me, Richard groaned and his cock exploded all over me, drenching me with his come, a load that felt like he'd been saving it up all these many months.

"Oh, man, you were terrific, Chuck!" Richard moaned as he fell on top of me, my cock still imbedded in his tight little butt, his come gluing the two of us together as if we were a single, soggy mass of exhausted man-flesh. I couldn't tell at that moment where my own body left off and Richard's body began, and didn't care.

I stroked his back all wet with sweat and screwed up my courage. "How long have you known I was doing this?" I asked.

Richard seemed surprised. "You mean you've been doing this to me for a while?"

"Uh, yeah." I admitted.

"You're fooling, aren't you?" he asked doubtfully. I told him the entire story, the whole truth and nothing but.

Richard nodded. "Well, it sounds like I've been sleeping through some of our best moments together. But you only fucked me the first time last night, right?"

"Right." I admitted. "Really fucking, not just playing with you."

"Well, I only figured it out this morning. You were naked and your dick was all shiny with Vaseline. I had no sheet on, and my briefs were on backwards."

"Uh oh!" I said.

"Yeah, uh oh. Add that to a sore, sticky butthole, and I figured I had better play sleep tonight, just to see what went on while I was out of it."

"You're not mad at me, are you?" I asked. "I mean, you have every right to beat the crap out of me. I wouldn't blame you one bit."

"Naw, I'm not mad." Richard grinned. "Just disappointed you didn't trust me enough to approach me directly. I thought we were friends."

"We still are, aren't we?"

"Yeah." Richard said. "On two conditions."

"What's that?"

"First, from now on, you wake me up to fuck my butt. No more sneaking thrills on my unconscious corpse, got it?"

"Got it. What's the other condition?"

"We get an apartment together for the spring semester." Richard said. "That way we can do it in the afternoons as well."

"It's a deal."

THE END
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