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Thursday, 17 May 2012

While Jake Was Sleeping by Blondeguyhack


 
While Jake was Sleeping
by blondguyhack@gmail.com

Jake was slowly coming out of his sleepy haze as his throbbing penis and
full bladder urged him into consciousness. It was Friday and almost nine
o'clock in the morning. He had to get moving since he had his one and only
class in an hour. He stretched out and turned off his phone alarm, then
proceeded to yawn and stretch his muscles while feeling the blood rush
tightening his morning wood. He reached down into his white briefs and
squeezed his dick and adjusted his balls. He'd never been able to sleep
comfortably in boxers or shirts as he moved around a lot and hated the
feeling of his clothes constricting when he changed sleeping positions. He
longed for the days when he could sleep naked or pull down his sheets and
jerk his dick in the privacy of his room. Now he had to wait until his
roommate was gone in order to take care of business.

Living with someone wasn't that big of a deal, really. He enjoyed the
company, and so far his roommate had turned out to be really awesome.
Apparently he'd played Lacrosse in high school, but wanted to be
academically focused in college so he was usually home quite a bit. Because
of this, they spent a lot of time hanging out and having fun.

He looked over at Tyler also wrestling his way out of sleep. His brown hair
was reflecting a thin stream of morning light pouring in through one of the
small windows at the top of the wall. Like Jake, Tyler usually just slept
in his underwear, though he opted for boxers or loose boxer briefs. Neither
had seen the other naked, but they felt comfortable enough around each
other to lounge and sleep with little clothing. In fact, it was a rare day
to walk into their room and find Tyler or Jake wearing more than underwear
or gym shorts. Unfortunately, the freshman dorms they lived in had
controlled air conditioning and latent summer temperatures sometimes made
their room uncomfortably warm.

Tyler was fumbling under the sheets with both hands presumably adjusting
his morning condition, also.

"What time is it?" asked Tyler.

"Just after nine. You got class today?"

"No, it was cancelled. Something about the professors kid bein' sick. You
still planning on shopping today?"

"Yea," replied Jake. "Shay and I are going to hit up some thrift shops and
what not."

"Awesome. I really wished I could go to that party, but I promised
Catherine I'd cover for her at the Union."

"Sucks man. Maybe you can come out when you're done?"

"Nah, I'll probably be super tired. Anyway, I hate having to dress up and
shit for parties."

"Yea, I understand. I don't really mind, but doing all that after a double
shift might make me think twice."

Tyler stood out of bed with his semi hidden away under a pair of old plaid
boxers. As he stretched, his obliques flexed while the material in the
front of his boxers protruded as his penis momentarily increased in
size. Tyler absentmindedly rubbed his stomach and scratched his nuts as he
made his way to their shared bathroom.

"Tell me about it. Be right back," he said.

Jake wasn't sure, but he thought Tyler must have a huge dick. Jake thought
of himself as straight, but he definitely noticed what other guys were
packing when the opportunity presented itself. He never understood guys who
denied doing the same. Every guy notices other dicks out of curiosity and
insecurity, he thought to himself. Jake wasn't very hung so he often found
himself a bit nervous about his size, even though he was pretty proud of
his hard seven inches and big balls. He loved feeling and playing with his
balls anytime he was lounging in his underwear or wearing loose fitting
clothes.

Tyler's flush and exit interrupted Jake's thoughts.

"All yours."

Jake's morning wood had subsided enough for him to get out of bed and get
to the restroom. Jake hooked his underwear under his balls and peeled back
his foreskin as he started to relieve himself. While he was peeing, his
thoughts drifted to the day's plans.

He couldn't remember the last time he felt so excited about an event. It
was his first year at college and tomorrow was the annual PIKE Halloween
party. He had heard stories about the house's big parties and could only
imagine how awesome it was going to be. He'd already been to a few of their
events and smiled at how drunk he usually got and all the cool people he
met.

He needed to do some costume shopping today. Even though Jake was a
freshman, he had been smart enough to heed the advice of his older brother
and set up his Fridays to be as light as possible thus allowing him longer
weekends. So far he loved the schedule.

After class he texted Shay and asked when he would be ready to get
going. He responded to meet at his dorm around two since he had to workout
before they went anymore.

When Jake arrived, he knocked lightly then proceeded to open the door. He
hadn't known Shay that long, but they'd been instant friends since meeting
at orientation. He was also one of the few people with a single dorm.

"Hey bud," smiled Shay.

"Sup. How was the workout?"

"Oh, pretty good. I didn't work too hard since we have a lot to do today,
but it was nice."

Tyler joked and said, "Gotta keep those guns loaded, right?"

Shay was hunting down a clean shirt, but stopped long enough to flex his
pecs and biceps with a proud smile and "you know it."

Tyler laughed. "You almost ready to go?"

"Yep, let me just find my keys."

An outfit came pretty easily for black haired, brown-eyed Shay. He was 6'2"
with a lean frame and good looks; everything seemed to look great on him no
matter what he tried on. Jake was a couple inches shorter than Shay with a
larger, more filled out frame and had a handsome, rugged appearance. Where
Shay could look good in almost any size, Jake had a hard time finding
things that fit his lean waist and thick thighs. He wasn't particularly
defined or muscular since he didn't work out consistently, but his body
seemed to appreciate the healthy eating choices and occasional weight
lifting sessions with Shay. He was especially proud of his stomach and
pecs.

Shay ended up putting together a costume that resembled a lumberjack,
albeit one with torn off sleeves showing off those aforementioned
guns. Jake teased him, but Shay rebuked his remarks promising that the
ladies would love the outfit. So far Jake hadn't really hooked up with any
girls while in college, but Shay seemed to have had a few drunken
experiences. Jake, encouraged by all the bravado, picked up a pair of old
brown leather boots and decided he would go as a cowboy.

Saturday evening arrived in a flash. After dinner, went back to his room to
get his costume ready. Jake had been able to get a pair of boots, a hat,
jeans and shirt at various thrift shops. As he was putting on his outfit he
thought his blond cowboy idea was smart. I'm going to look sexy, he
thought.

As he struggled to pull the jeans over his thighs, he was glad he wore
briefs; anything else just wouldn't have allowed him to wear these
comfortably. The jeans also had snap buttons, something he wasn't used to,
and struggled to get them buttoned up. He slipped on his boots, tried on
the cowboy hat, and admired himself in the mirror. He looked at the clock
on his computer, muttered "shit" to himself, and rushed to gather the rest
of his things. He was supposed to be at Shay's place ten minutes ago. They
had planned on doing some pre-gaming before heading out. Shay had a handle
of vodka tucked away for such occasions.

Once Shay and Tyler arrived to the party, they grabbed two beers and
started talking with anyone they knew. The beer was starting to hit him
hard, and he was loving every minute of his evening. The music was loud and
seeing all the people in costumes was great. He received lots of
compliments on his cowboy outfit, though he got tired of people stealing
his hat.

Later that night, he found out why PIKE parties were so well known.  The
Black Room. In the back of the house there was a room that opened up after
11:30 full of black lights and surround sound music. Usually a frat brother
would man the DJ station and play music while the influx of drunken
students would pour in through the double doors. He and Shay made their way
onto the dance floors dancing with any willing ladies.

After dancing for a while, Jake realized he needed to find a bathroom. He
was feeling kinda sick and didn't want to puke on the dance floor. Finding
a bathroom ended up being pretty difficult since he was having a hard time
seeing and walking straight through the tight crowds and noise. Once
inside, he splashed some water on his face and relaxed a moment letting his
vision settle. He didn't remember being this drunk before. He sorta wished
he hadn't pre-gamed so much, but that thought was quickly whisked away by a
loud knock on the door.

It was Shay.

They fought their way through the crowd towards one of the brother's
rooms. Shay was friends with one of the frat guys who had asked him to come
up to have a few shots. Shay assured him he would love some Jaeger bombs.

Thirty minutes later, Jake was reeling. Shay had been wrong about him being
fine. Already being so drunk, he found that after a few shots of the black
licorice, his connection with the conscious world was slipping fast.

Seeing that Jake was almost passed out, Shay decided to drain his glass of
beer and get the two of them home. He helped lift Jake off the couch and
hooked his arm over Shay's shoulders. Since Shay was taller he had to
crouch down some. Jake's dorm was pretty close, so getting him home would
be cake. After that he would just need to fumble his way to his floor.

When they got to Jake's door, he awkwardly knocked on the door hoping Tyler
was home. Jake was nearly passed out and offered no help getting the door
open.

No answer.

"Fuck. Jake, where are your keys? We need to get inside."

He let out a few grunts in answer and patted his left pocket. Shay sighed
and brought down his left hand to fish out the keys.

"Damn, how the hell are your nuts not crunched in these jeans? Those are
tight as fuck."

Jake only smiled, mumbled, and rested his head on Shay's shoulder for
support.

After getting the door open, the two wobbled toward Jake's bed. Shay was
suddenly feeling really tired and anxious get back to his dorm to pass
out. He asked Jake if he was okay or if he needed anything. He only wanted
water, so Shay brought a big cup over and left it by Jake's bed. Jake had
already fallen asleep. Shay shrugged and left for his own room.

"Later dude. Sleep well."

After hearing the door slam shut, Tyler lifted himself up a bit and felt
the room spinning. He saw the water and reached for it bringing the cup to
his mouth. After several gulps, he felt a little better. He fumbled to put
the cup back on the nightstand, but instead spilled the contents all over
his pillows, sheets, and blanket. The top half of the bed was soaked, but
he was too messed up to do anything about it. Still spinning, he laid his
head down and closed his eyes again.

About ten minutes later, Tyler came home. The first thing he noticed was
the door unlocked, so he figured Jake was home. He smiled thinking to
himself what a lightweight. It was only one thirty in the morning.

Sure enough, he opened the door and peered inside. Jake was lying face down
on the bed with his legs sticking out into the walking area between their
beds. He came into the room and turned on his desk lamp so it wouldn't
light the room too much. Tyler was tense and wound up from working all day,
but was glad to be home. He celebrated by loading a bowl to help him relax
before bed.

After stripping down to his boxer briefs, he quickly sucked down a couple
hits off his bong. He was comfortably high at his computer reading and
contemplating looking at some porn. He hadn't beat off in days, and his
semi penis was reminding him of the neglect. It didn't help that his
attractive roommie was now passed out across from him. In a cowboy outfit,
no less.

He'd known for a long time he definitely appreciated both girls and
guys. In fact, his only two sexual experiences were with women, but he'd
often imagined what it would be like to be with a guy. He hadn't found the
nerve to tell Jake he might be bi since they were so comfortable around
each other already, and didn't want to mess anything up. He was pretty sure
Jake was straight, but they never really talked about it.

After getting up for another two hits, he realized he was feeling really
high. On his way back to his closet, he accidentally ran into Tyler's big,
clunky cowboy boots. The disturbance roused Jake from his unconscious state
for a few moments, and that's when he noticed Jake's bed was soaked with
what he hoped was water.

"Oh, heeeey Ty. I'm so druuunk, man. Shay made drink this nasty shit,
Jaeger. It tasted like ass. I feel sick," he said with heavy eyes.

Tyler couldn't help but laugh.

"Yea, it looks like you had quite a night. Your bed and clothes are soaked,
how you gonna sleep like that?" he asked asked.

"I have to pee," he responded. He tried moving out of his bed, but looked
like he couldn't stand to save his life.

Tyler shrugged, took one more hit, and sat his bong on Jake's nightstand
while he proceeded to help him up.

Just like that, he was taking care of his roommie. He didn't mind. Their
first week on campus, Jake had had to take care of him after he got super
trashed during a game of beer pong. He figured he was repaying the favor.

Tyler reached down next to Jake and helped lift him off the bed. Jake was
hoisted up into his arms and nearly toppled him over. Regaining their
balance, they made their way to the bathroom. Once inside, Tyler leaned him
against the wall in front of the toilet so he could do his business while
he waited outside. Before he could leave, he saw Jake attacking the buttons
of his jeans trying to get them undone. He felt awkward and wasn't sure
what to do, so he stood there a few minutes to see if Jake would need
help. After barely managing to get one button undone, he mumbled some words
to Tyler asking for help getting the buttons open. He looked pretty
adorable there struggling, thought Tyler.

"Aight, but then I'm going to wait outside."

"Okayyyy, hmmfp," slurred Jake.

Tyler was glad he was feeling high as a kite. He wasn't sure he would have
been able to help Tyler without being overwhelmingly nervous otherwise. He
stepped close to Jake and apprehensively reached his hands inside the two
front flaps of his roommate's jeans. He could smell the alcohol on Jake's
breath and see the rise and fall of his chest and stomach. As his fingers
fumbled and twisted trying to unhook the jean buttons, he could feel the
material of Jake's briefs. He always wore white briefs.

The buttons were more stubborn than he thought they would be. As he got
down to the last two buttons, Tyler could feel the heat, and what was
probably the head, of Jake's package pressing against the back of his
hand. He was tempted to get a better feel, but decided against it.

"All done, buddy. Going to be able to make it?"

"Yea, yea, yea, thanks man."

Tyler stood at the door leaning against the frame with his back to Jake
while he listened to him pee. He was thinking about how anxious he felt and
how warm Jake's package had been.

Jake stumbled out of the bathroom and nearly fell into Tyler who was lost
in his daydreaming. Apparently Jake wasn't able to button the jeans. The
flaps were wide open with the white of his briefs standing out. Hell, from
the looks of it, Jake had barely been able to stuff his dick back into his
underwear.

With Tyler's help, Jake slammed his body back onto his bed resting on his
back with his feet planted on the floor. Tyler left Jake for a few minutes
and went to use the restroom. He pulled his dick out of his boxer briefs
and admired his thickening size. As he peed, he couldn't stop thinking
about how excited and nervous he felt after helping Jake with his
pants. After a few shakes, he moved back into the room and saw Jake bent
over toward his nightstand taking a huge rip from the bong he had left
there.

"Dude, what are you doing?! You're so drunk already, are you trying to make
yourself sick???"

"It will, I mean, you know, I thought it might stop the room from
spinning."

"Man, it doesn't work like that. That's going to make you feel super fucked
up, dude, wow, I can't believe you just a hit."

"Two," Jake giggled with a drunken smile.

"Wow," Tyler said while shaking his head.

He watched Jake lean down trying to pull his boots off without much
success. Tyler laughed and leaned down to help pull the heavy shoes off.

"Thaaaaanksxs again, uughhhh, I think I'm goona puke."

"Just lie down and breath, dude, and you'll be fine. I'm surprised you
haven't puked already from everything you've put into your system," Tyler
stated.

While fumbling with the buttons of his long sleeve cowboy shirt, Jake
mumbled "So…hot, ugh. Why are my pillows soaked? Gross."

It was already warm in their room, but Tyler assumed the alcohol and sick
feelings weren't helping the situation.

"I think you spilled water on your bed. You don't remember?"

Tyler almost had the second boot off. He took stock of the picture before
him and laughed at the pathetic sight. He had never seen Jake so drunk, let
alone drunk and high. In his experience, those weren't always a great
combination.

He felt the pillows and beds sheets. Soaked to the mattress. He decided to
pull off the pillowcases and let the pillows air dry on Jake's desk. Next,
he pulled the bed sheet down, but couldn't finish the job with Jake on top
of them.  He roused Jake and told him he was going to move him to Tyler's
bed for a second so he could pull off the wet sheets and blanket. He didn't
want to wake up to the smell mold. Plus, he figured Jake would appreciate
it.

Once again, Tyler pulled Jake up and deposited the boy on his bed so he
could finish the job.

While hanging the sheet to dry, he asked, "Jake, when did you last eat?"

No response. He looked up and saw Jake's eyes closed with his hands by the
shirt button they were attempting to undo. He wondered what he should do
with him. He was still fully clothed and in the wrong bed.

Tyler tried to wake Jake up again to ask if he wanted to share a bed, but
Jake wasn't waking. I guess the bud hit him, he thought. Tyler decided he
would help him get undressed and push him next to the wall so they could
share the bed. The beds were small, but there looked to be just enough room
for the two of them. Tyler was both cautious and excited. He had never been
this close to his roommie. never touched him so much or helped him with
personal, intimate stuff. Tyler's dick was starting to swell with these
thoughts.

Embarrassed, Tyler gave his dick head a squeeze and willed it to go
down. He sat on his bed next to Jake's torso and leaned over to start
unbuttoning his shirt. He knew Jake hated sleeping with clothes on. His
shirt was damp from the heat and strain of moving around while dizzy. Not
to mention the water.

After undoing all the buttons, Tyler got up on his knees and tried moving
the shirt around the limp body so he could remove Jake's arms from the
sleeves. It was more difficult than he thought it would be and several
times his package brushed against Jake's left arm and torso as he was
maneuvering his body. Tyler tried to ignore the brushes and focus on the
task at hand. He felt embarrassed at his arousal, but couldn't help feeling
utterly turned on.

After he had the shirt off, he took another hit from his bong and cashed
the bowl. He coughed a little at the size of the hit. He was going to be
feeling really good in a few minutes.

He looked at Jake's shirtless body and exposed briefs with lust. His boxer
briefs started to tent again. This time he didn't worry about making it go
down; Jake was passed out.

Tyler sat back down on his bed and looked at Jake's body. Both of his arms
were resting above his head exposing his blond armpit hair. Tyler ran a
finger through the wispy pits. He could smell they had a clean sweat scent.

He bent over in front of Jake in preparation for getting the jeans off
him. They looked really tight and he groaned this was going to be a
chore. He hooked his hands inside of the jeans and started to tug. They
gave a little bit, but were hung up on Jake's ass. Shit, how am I going to
do this, he wondered. He decided to roll Tyler on his side and scoot down a
little on each side bit by bit.

This method seemed to work and in no time the tight jeans had cleared
Jake's bubble butt. As he was pulling down the jeans, he couldn't help but
notice the feel of Jake's ass cheeks below the thin fabric of the Hanes
briefs. They were so light he could even make out the skin tone below the
material. Tyler's dick throbbed.

After pulling the pants past Jake's crotch, he moved him back onto his back
so he could slip the jeans the rest of the way down. He pulled at the end
of the jeans and they happily slid off. Glad to be done with that task,
Tyler looked at Jake's brief clad body. Tyler wondered if Jake's pubic hair
was blond, too. He'd been in athletics for years and never saw anyone with
both blond hair and blond pubes. For whatever reason, it was usually darker
down south.

He wrestled with himself. Should I take a peek? Will he notice? With what
little light was filling the room, Tyler could see Jake breathing
heavily. Tyler sat beside Jake and once again ran his fingers over his
chest, only this time continuing past his stomach and over his
package. Tyler pulled his hand away before mustering the courage to place
his entire hand over Jake's brief pouch. He was overcome with lust,
anxiety, and hunger. Slowly, as not to awaken Jake, he moved his hand
around feeling Jake's balls and penis.  The material was moist, and Jake's
balls felt loose in their pouch.



With his other hand, Tyler spread Jake's legs more so he could move his
hands below the underwear-clad balls.

After a few minutes of feeling around, Tyler got brave and decided to look
into Jake's underwear.

"Jake, you awake? Hey Jake, wake up. Jake. Jake?"

Tyler placed his hands into the waistband of Jake's briefs and pulled down
the front. He was shocked.

"So you do have blond pubes," he barely whispered to himself. He thought
they looked awesome.  Tyler pulled down a bit more to catch a glimpse of
Jake's dick.

"Holy shit," he muttered. He isn't circumcised.

Tyler had never seen an uncut dick before. At least not in person. Tyler
was driven to investigate more so he pulled Jake's briefs down even more
exposing his large, hefty balls.

For a long time Tyler just started at Jake's penis and balls while he slept
soundly. Tyler placed a hand on Jake's penis and picked up the end. It was
soft, but still had some heft. It felt different than his own with the
foreskin. Tyler decided he wanted to see what it looked and felt like to
pull the skin back, but needed a better angle. He decided to get off the
bed and pull Jake's briefs all the way off. With that done, he sat in front
of Jake on the floor between his spread legs.

The first thing he noticed this close to Jake's crotch was the manly, musky
smell of clean sweat. He was intrigued by the smell and it only seemed to
encourage him. He was, once again, confused by his feelings and behavior.

He took Jake's dick into his hands and started to peel the skin back. It
was neat to watch. Finally the head came into view. It was glistening in a
way his own did not. As he was holding Jake's penis in his hands, he
noticed it was starting to grow. Frightened, he looked up to make sure Jake
was still asleep. When Tyler realized he was, he smiled to himself and
slowly moved his hand up and down Jake's penis daring it to grow larger.

He was intrigued with the way Jake's foreskin seemed to glide over the dick
head.

As Tyler slowly jacked the uncut penis, he leaned back to look at Jake's
balls and taint. He touched them and felt the way the hairs distributed
along the sack and shaft. Jake wasn't too hairy.

Tyler focused back on the enlarging penis in his hand and leaned forward to
smell the tip. He gave it a slight lick. Shocked by what he did, he pulled
his head back. He wasn't sure why he did it, but he enjoyed the
experience. It tasted a little salty, but not unpleasant. He kept jerking
and as he did that, he leaned forward and put the head of Jake's dick in
his mouth. Jake's dick was now rock hard, and Tyler could feel Jake's heart
beat through his pulsing dick.

He was being driven mad with lust.

As he continued to play with Jake's penis, he ran his mouth and nose along
his balls smelling and gently tasting his manliness. Tyler reached into his
own underwear and pulled out his meaty eight-inch dick. His balls weren't
as large as Jake's but he definitely had a bigger dick. He was leaking
already and started to slowly stroke his dick. Tyler leaned back enjoying
the feelings of stroking and the view of his naked roommate in front of him
spread eagle.

He was jerking pretty hard when he became curious about Jake's asshole. He
wondered what it looked like, what color it was, and if it would look like
his.

He made sure Jake was still sleeping. Once he was, he pulled Jake's torso
off the bed a little more and spread his legs wider. This allowed him to
see and access Jake's asshole. It was bright pink with red around the edges
and seemed to be pulsing, too!

Inebriation and what felt like raw animal lust fueled Tyler's exploration
as he pulled apart the base of Jake's ass cheeks so he could get a closer
look. He saw golden hairs around the asshole. He took a whiff. Musky and
manly with a hint of bar soap. He didn't know men could smell so
enticing. He didn't understand why he was so attracted to these smells.

He leaned forward and gave Jake's pink asshole a small lick.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, what am I doing, he thought. But his rationale had
already surrendered the battle long ago.

Tyler licked his finger and started playing with Jake's hole. He was
enjoying running his index finger over the moistened delicate flesh.

Every now and then Jake would moan or make some other sleepy noise. Tyler
was getting less and less concerned Jake would wake up.

As Tyler continued playing with Jake's hole, he started pushing against the
entrance. A few minutes of this seemed to relax the hole into
submission. It was opening up against the pressure of the digit. Tyler spit
onto his finger and started pushing against the hole again. As it was
opening up, Tyler was jacking his dick with his right hand. He was
enthralled by the hole making room for his finger. It was so tight and
warm.

He met some resistance once his finger went in about an inch or two, so he
pulled his finger slowly out and stuck it in his mouth for more lube, not
even thinking about taste.

He dabbed a little spit on his finger and started to push into Jake's hole
again. This time the resistance was less, and Jake's ass seemed to welcome
his finger deeper sucking it in with ease.

When he was all the way in, he felt around with his finger. He knew about
the prostate and was intent on finding it. He'd never been able to find his
own, but was sure he could find Jake's. After some squirming, he was pretty
sure he'd found it. It felt much smaller than he imagined.

When he pressed it, Jake moaned and his dick jumped with seemingly renewed
vigor. Eventually Tyler pulled his finger out.

He was surprised how clean his finger was when he pulled out. This entire
experience was nearly driving him wild. He was jacking off, but didn't want
to cum. He wanted to make Jake cum, but didn't know how. What he really
wanted to do, but didn't want to admit to himself, was stretch that tight
hole with his dick.

He wanted to fuck Jake.

After a few minutes of contemplation, he walked over to his dresser drawers
and pulled out a bottle of silicone lube. He had bought it this summer
after reading about it online and enjoyed jerkin with it. He brought the
bottle over to the floor by Jake's feet. He pulled off his underwear and
leaned down on his knees. He put some of the lube on his finger and started
to play with Jake's hole again. With the aid of the lube, his finger
plunged into Jake's ass. He stroked the firm prostate gently rubbing and
pressing for about five minutes. Jake's dick was still rock hard and now
leaking.

With his free hand, Tyler touched the end of Jake's dick feeling the precum
gathered under the foreskin. It felt crazy to be so connected to his
roommie by both penetrating him and holding an extension of Jake in his
hands.

He pushed on Jake's prostate one more time before pulling out and rubbing
lube onto his cock.

He was worried about fitting his entire dick into Jake's ass, but told
himself he would just put the tip inside. I just want to feel what it's
like, he thought.

Turning Jake over wasn't too difficult. After he repositioned Jake fully on
the bed and on his stomach, he spread Jake's legs enough to offer him free
access to the greased up hole in front of him. He was still shocked at what
he was doing, but couldn't will himself to stop.

He placed the head of his dick at Jake's entrance and held it there sliding
his head up and down. He was loving watching the precum slide up and down
Jake's fuck hole.

Sweat was gathering all over his body.

When he started to put pressure on Jake's hole, it wouldn't give. The girth
of his dick was more than Jake's hole was accustomed. Still, he was patient
and kept up persistent pressure. After a while, Jake's ass started to
relent and Tyler's dick slowly slid inside a little at a time.

He was in rapture at the feeling of Jake's sphincter muscles relaxing but
still tight, creating a canal for his dick to travel in order to reach the
dark recesses of his ass. Jake was starting to stir beneath him, but hadn't
woken yet. He knew he should pull out, but he didn't want to. He only had
about four inches buried in Jake, and wanted to see how much he could
fit. He slid further, inch-by-inch, taking his time. Despite the incredible
tightness, Jake's hole seemed to be accommodating. Tyler was astounded at
how amazing his dick looked buried in Jake's ass, but even more astounded
at the incredible feeling of warmth that made his hard cock feel like it
was glowing.

After a few minutes of stretching Jake's hole, Tyler pulled out a little
and squirted more lube onto the exposed parts of his dick. He then slid his
rod back into the warm and inviting hole. With half his dick buried, he
started to slowly pump his way in and out.

He was silently surprised and thankful that Jake was still sleeping. While
he was slowly stroking with his hands holding him up over Jake's back, he
could see sweat drops from his brow sprinkling Jake's sweaty back. He
thought it looked hot. He felt himself getting close, but didn't want to
end the experience yet so he made himself slow down.

He concentrated on burying more of his cock deeper. He didn't want to hurt
Jake so he stopped when he felt resistance about five inches inside.

Nearly balls deep in Jake's ass, he leaned down to Jake's neck and smelled
his scent. He then started to lick Jake's back and neck slowly drawing Jake
closer to him. He felt his hands around enjoying every moment of this
delicious man under him.

He reached under his friends's body and was surprised to find Jake's dick
still rock hard and making a precum mess. He wanted to see what it looked
like to fuck Jake and watch his dick leak, so he pulled out ever so slowly
and turned Jake over back onto his back.

Jake shuffled his arms a bit, then went back to breathing heavily. Tyler
lifted Jake's legs some and stuffed one of his pillows under his ass to
lift it up more. Tyler put Jake's legs against his shoulders and reinserted
his large cock into his roommate's asshole. He started to pump slowly
again, only this time watching Jake's dick pulse with every thrust. Precum
was pooling on Jake's happy trail. He looked past Jake's dick to his
own. In and out he saw his dick diving into Jake's willing ass only to
resurface for a moment then plunge back in. Tyler could feel the muscles in
his ass and legs tighten with each thrust, could feel his groin controlling
the speed and depth his penis would sink.

At one point, he started to fuck too vigorously and roused Jake awake.

"Dude, OOOoooowwww, wat the fuck is goin on man what are you doing, what
the fuck?"

For a moment, Tyler was scared shitless. Then he thought what the hell, and
grabbed Jake's hard dick again and went back to fucking him while
concentrating on pile driving Jake's prostate. With his left hand, he
covered Jake's mouth so he wouldn't make too much noise and whispered into
his right ear to relax and enjoy the feelings.

After a few minutes of Tyler pumping Jake's very relaxed hole and stroking
his wet seven inch dick, Jake started to moan in a lustful way.

Was he really enjoying himself??

Encouraged by his response, Tyler pulled his hand away from Jake's mouth
and kept thrusting into his ass while doing everything he could to give his
roommie as much pleasure as he was feeling.

In this moment, Tyler felt rapturous with Jake. He started kissing and
licking around Jake's neck, tasting his sweat. With his left hand, he was
holding Jake's head back by grabbing his hair while furiously hand fucking
Jake's dick with his right. Tyler could feel his own balls slap against
Jake's ass while Jake's balls were tightening.

After a few more minutes of this, Jake's back arched upward as his eyes
rolled back, and he let out a long scream that seemed more like a war
cry. Jake grabbed Tyler's neck with both of his hands as his fuckhole
started to tighten and convulse around Tyler's cock. His body quaked with
orgasmic fury.

About fifteen seconds later, deep inside Jake, Tyler could feel his
roommate's dick finally starting to erupt. Several long ropes of hot cum
spewed from Jake's dick. Tyler felt close to cumming and started pumping
even harder. Since Jake was already in the throes of his orgasm, the
intensity of the rough and hard fucking only prolonged and increased his
feelings.

With sweat pouring off his face and chest, Tyler let out a series of moans
like he'd never heard himself make before. Jake's hole was clamped down
tight on Tyler's dick as he pistoned in and out with an accompaniment of
slapping noises. He felt his balls pull up as high as they would possibly
go, and he started to release his flood of fuck juice up Jake's ass. While
he was thrusting his cum deep into Jake's bowels, he rested his body weight
on top of Jake moaning, breathing, and drooling into Jake's flushed neck
and shoulders.

He could feel the sweat and warmth radiating between them. He heard the
rapid beats of their hearts and their breathing starting to slow down. Once
his orgasm subsided, reality came rushing back to him in a flash.

Stricken with fear at the thought of what Jake might do, he looked up and
saw Jake smiling stupidly at him.

Tyler's dick was still hard inside of Jake. He could see drops of his own
sweat on Jake's face. He leaned down and kissed Jake. He was more than a
little surprised when Jake kissed back. It was a sloppy kiss, but Tyler
didn't care. As the two boys held each other, Tyler finally had the
courage, and the breath, to speak.

"Why aren't you mad?"

"Uh, that felt amazing? By the time I realized what was happening, I was so
close to cumming I couldn't think about anything else. The room was still
spinning…that felt so surreal."

"Yea, tell me about it."

"Pull your giant dick out, it's starting to hurt. Anyway, I want to see
what you stuffed inside of me," Jake said.

"That was fucking incredible, Jake!"

With a laugh, Tyler pulled out slowly and let Jake inspect him. Even though
he was still obviously drunk and sleepy, he seemed to have regained some of
his coherency.

Tyler rolled beside Jake and put his arms around the boy. He couldn't
explain what had happened, but this experience seemed to have unleashed
something inside. Vulnerability had given way to the content feeling of
safety.

As they were worming their way to Tyler's pillows, Jake said, "Tomorrow
you're gonna have to tell me how I ended up like this."

"Okay," was all Tyler could reply.

"And Tyler? Next time it's your turn."

"Uh, okay," he replied again with a bit of a nervous laugh.

Tyler turned out the lamp and scooted next to Jake, pulling him into a
tight spoon position. He could feel Jake's load smeared across his stomach
and chest, as well as his own leaking out of Jake's ass. Smiling, he closed
his eyes and invited sleep.

Both boys were out before their cum dried.

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