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“Come on,” Kai chuckled. “Let’s check out another.” He weaved them through the sea of teeming bodies to the next one over. Pulling to a stop, he glanced at the title.Passed-Out Drunk and Ripe for the Taking; The Tale of a Frat Boy’s Bicurious Roommate.He quirked a brow and glanced at Breck. “My, my, if that doesn’t sound right up your alley.”
Breck cut him a look, then turned his gaze to the glass. The setting, a fraternity bedroom, littered with beer cans and half empty pizza boxes. A passed-out college guy lay sprawled atop his bed. Flat on his back. Shirt off. Jeans still partially on one leg. As if he’d abandoned the act of undressing in favor of simply passing out.
The room was dark but for one bedside lamp. Then the door slowly opened and his roommate came in. For a minute, the guy just stood there regarding him, but then he turned and quietly locked the door. A few brisk strides and he’d grabbed some scissors from his roommate’s desk. Gingerly, he sat down on the mattress. Gave his buddy a nudge.
“Randy,” he whispered. “Hey. You awake?”
No reaction.
A firmer nudge. A louder whisper. “Hey. Randy. Wake up.”
Again, his sleeping roommate didn’t stir. The only movement the rise and fall of his chest. Eyes hungry, visitor guy reached a hand toward Randy’s boxers. Grazed just his fingertips down the length of Randy’s bulge. No response. He rubbed again with more pressure. When still no reaction came, he started to stroke. Gently. Slowly. Steadily. Randy’s bulge started to grow. His buddy smiled and kept on going till it was totally hard.
Randy’s lips parted on a whisper-soft moan. His roommate paused, but Randy never roused. So his buddy took those scissors and went to work on Randy’s boxer briefs. Slowly, quietly, up each side. Then, setting the shears aside, he moved the fabric away.
Eyes riveted, he gazed at Randy’s erection. Then, tentatively, he leaned down and gave a lick with the tip of his tongue. Randy’s cock twitched, but nothing more. So, with a bit more bravado, his roommate went back for a hardier lave.
Another moan breached Randy’s parted lips. Then the subtlest little flex of his naked hips. His inebriated brain might not be stirring, but his body most certainly was. Which promptly emboldened his buddy to grip his rigid shaft. He engulfed Randy’s crown and drew him in.
Randy’s head turned on another moan. His roommate stilled, mouth around his cock. When Randy quieted, he slowly resumed. His lips and tongue happily sucking Randy’s steely length.
Soon, however, Randy started to fidget, slurred murmurs of bliss whispering up this throat. “Ungh… Shit, yeah... Suck my cock…”
His roommate grinned around his mouthful, continuing on until Randy’s ab muscles started to clench. At which point, he stopped and wadded up the covers by Randy’s hip. Randy quieted by the time he finished. Ever so slowly, he rolled him onto the mound. Ass up, face down, Randy softly groaned, then parted his thighs and straddled that blanket mound.
Deeper he sank into sleep in this new position. His buddy moved between his knees. Then, gently, he palmed Randy’s ass cheeks and spread them apart. Randy didn’t move. Just kept on snoozing. His roommate leaned forward and gave his backdoor a lick. Randy clenched but didn’t wake. His buddy continued with a bit more enthusiasm. Short moments later, Randy was loosing more moans. His body fidgeted, his ass cheeks flexing. But being sprawled on his stomach kept him soundly asleep.
His roommate paused to slide a finger inside.
Randy tensed, emitting a soft grunt, then slurred through a chuckle, “Shit, Joey… Are you fucking for real?”
Joey froze in alarm, but Randy didn’t continue. Evidently, he’d been talking in his sleep. Joey stared at him. Then slowly grinned. Randy’s unexpected disclosure clearly stoked his fire. Gently, he sank his finger deeper, then steadily moved it in and out. Randy moaned and shifted his hips. Joey added some spit and a second finger.
Another soft grunt. Joey smiled as he played. But soon his slumbering buddy turned considerably more vocal.
“Joey… Oh, shit… So good…” Randy canted his ass and turned his face into the covers. “Can’t believe… we’re fuckin’ doin’ this… Oh, myGod.” The last word came out on a groan, and yet he still didn’t wake.
Joey grinned and withdrew his fingers. Grabbed two packets from his wallet and shoved down his jeans. A heartbeat later, he was sheathed and glistening, his one hand propping him above Randy’s body. His other hand lined things up. And then his hips were slowly pushing him inside.
Randy tensed. Joey paused and waited. When Randy eased again, he resumed at an excruciating crawl.
“Fuuuck,” Randy slurred into the mattress.
“Shhh…” Joey murmured, steadily burying his dick.
Randy squirmed, his ass cheeks clenching, his pelvis dipping, as if trying to elude the stinging ache even in his sleep. Joey tamped a growl and kept easing inside. Long moments later, he was embedded to the hilt.
“Ohhh, God…” Randy moaned against the mattress.
Joey grinned and slowly moved his hips. In and out, back and forward. By scant inches. Then longer strokes. Base to tip. Again and again.
His eyes rolled back, his muscles flexing.
Randy undulated, then fumbled in his sleep to find his dick. “Shiiiiiiit….” he groaned, jaw slack. “This is crazy…” And yet he smiled as he slurred the words. “Tell anyone… I let you fuck me, Joey… and I’ll kick your ass.”
Joey stifled a laugh and whispered, “My lips are sealed,” his dick plunging in and out. Not too fast, not too slow.
Randy fidgeted in his sleep. A heartbeat later, his butt cheeks viced. “Unnnggghhhh…” he strained out, turning his head.
