Date: Wed, 14 Jul 2004 07:29:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: coxcomb rumbustious <rumbustiousboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: An Enticing Sleeper

It was a hot humid evening. I'd gone out with my roller blades and met some
friends downtown. We skated and checked out what was up down there. When
they split for drink and nourishment, I opted to go home and sit in a cool
tub of water and kick back with some music or maybe some television.

When I came through the door, I could hear my roommate in the kitchen. I
stopped at the door to the kitchen and leaned my head inside.

"Hey! How are you tonight."

"Great. You said you'd be out tonight."

"I was out but I'm back. I was skating and I need to bathe."

"That's Richard," Donnie said, putting the finishing touches on the drinks
and chips he was preparing.

"Oh, I'll stay in my bedroom," I said.

"He's cool," Donnie said. "He skates. He's from the mall."

I walked into the living room and Richard was on the couch. He wasn't to
either side but more to the middle. He had sandy blond hair that was cut
short. He was tall and had one leg extended out in front of him. There were
fine blond hairs on the ample calf. His baggy light green shorts covered
his thighs almost to the knee. His zipper was wide open and there were
powder blue boxers under the shorts. His shirt was partially open and he
had delicate looking skin. His shoulders were quite wide, but not for his
frame.

I passed behind him not wanting to interrupt whatever it was going on. His
head turned and I saw the light blue of his eyes as he looked back at
me. He stood and turned to shove his big hand at me. There was no break
between his eyebrows and they connected over top of his nose. They were the
exact same color as the hair on his head.

"I'm Richard Smith," he said in a strong deep voice.

"Yeah, right. I'm John Jones," I said, laughing at the name he game me.

"He is," Donnie said, bringing the tray in with the refreshments.

"Oh, okay," I said, looking down at the open zipper as he stood facing me.

Richard's hands were suddenly in the way of the view.

"This is Henry. He's my roommate," Donnie said. "He was supposed to be out
this evening.

"Yeah, well, I'm not gay," Richard advised as I was trying to see around
his hands for more evidence of whatever they were meant to hide.

"No, ninety percent of the world isn't in fact, but we all like a good blow
job."

Richard had turned a little red from something or other. He sat back down
closer to one corner of the couch and nearly stumbled over the skateboard
that was upside down on the floor next to him. He picked it up and placed
it against the arm of the couch he now leaned upon.

I knew Donnie and I knew he enjoyed giving pleasure to the rougher element
that inhabited the area around our apartments. Once or twice a week, when I
got home, there was a new young fellow waiting for his just desserts. A few
returned for encore performances, but mostly they only came once.

Richard fit the category. He wasn't at all handsome, although there was a
rugged sexuality to all of Donnie's conquests and Richard had more than his
share.

"I have a twin brother," Richard said casually enough.

"Does he need a blow job, too?" I questioned.

"Henry!"

"Yeah, I was just passing through. You boys have fun."

"I don't know," Richard said as I walked toward my room. "But he's gay."

"He is?" Donnie asked.

"Yeah," Richard said.

"What kind of twins are you?" I asked.

"Brothers," Richard said. "He's my brother."

"Are you like identical twins?" I questioned further.

"Yeah, we're identical. We even look alike. I'm better looking though."

"You're identical in every way except that he is gay and you aren't," I
said.

"Right," Richard agreed. "I'm not."

"Good night, Henry," Donnie said as I walked away. "We can go in the
bedroom if that will make you more comfortable."

"No!" Richard objected. "I don't want to go into your bedroom."

I turned around when I stopped at my bedroom door and Richard was looking
over his shoulder at me. His eyes were quite lovely against his pale pink
lips. I left the door open, after I entered, to see if he'd mention it to
Donnie. Of course Donnie would likely come to close it if it became a
source of irritation for his guest.

I hadn't seen that many of the boys Donnie liked that interested me but
there was something different about Richard. There was something under the
surface that was trying to emerge but it was difficult to read. Most of
Donnie's boys came in search of a blowjob. They were oozing hormones and
desire, curiosity as well, although that was the last thing they'd admit to
the men that blew them.

Ordinarily it was about getting their dick sucked and getting back to their
friends. A couple had knocked on the door when Donnie wasn't there, and
insisted on coming in to leave a message or to chat. I didn't get the same
felling from Richard. The curiosity had bubbled to the surface in the
living room and even after I had left the scene.

I used the light from the bathroom, because my door was still opened and
the lights in the living room had been lowered. I didn't want to disturb
whatever activity they were engaged in, if they were still at it, but I
suspected they were because Donnie always had all the lights in the
apartment on except when he was taking care of business.

I walked to the door of my bedroom, not certain if I should shut it or
not. As I stood naked, drying my hair, I could see Richard sitting naked on
the couch. A light from the kitchen was bright enough to shine on his
smooth broad chest and delicately colored nipples. While the light didn't
illuminate Richard's face, I could see his eyes looking in my direction.

Donnie was still dressed and lying with his head in Richard's lap. The hard
cock he was attending to was arched up toward Richar's belly and the
scraggly blond hairs that were trying to make a line to his naval. While
Donnie had great skills at cock sucking, he was only able to get two thirds
of Richard's cock into his throat and one of Richard's big hands was on the
back of Donnie's head to assist him in eating the whole thing.

I stood in my doorway and touched myself as Richard looked on. I was hard
as soon as I saw what was going on out in the living room. I fingered
myself and stroked gently, not moving from my door.

"I'm going to cum," Richard said softly, forcing Donnie deeper onto the
suddenly angry phallus.

Richard's eyes were firmly placed onto the back of Donnie's head as he
raised his hips and tensed all his muscles. His chest heaved as he hissed
escaping air into the silent room. Moving both of his arms across the back
of the couch, he continued lifting up with his hips to encourage Donnie to
finish him off.

"You were horny, stud," Donnie said, standing up.

"Yeah," Richard said. "I was. My girlfriend is on vacation."

"Well do come back, stud," Donnie said. "I specialize in taking up the
slack."

"Yeah," Richard said. "After that drink and what you just did, could I
sleep here on your couch. I'm really tired all of a sudden."

"Sure," Donnie agreed. "I'm going back out but if you need anything I'm
sure Henry will help you out."

"His name is Henry?" Richard asked.

"My roommate? Yes, his name is Henry. He's cool."

"Yeah," Richard said. "He's cool."

I heard the conversation and wondered how long it would take until Richard
came to my door, wanting something. Unfortunately he'd already had sex,
because the thought of sex with him was on my mind. There was something I
liked about him and now he was sleeping a few feet away on my couch.  The
guys Donnie usually brought back were smaller, hornier, and ready to leave
as quick as they came. I'd met several in passing and gave little thought
to them. Fifteen minutes wasn't a substantial relationship to me, but
Donnie wasn't me and it's what he enjoyed. Being a terrific guy, it was
easy to accept his foibles. I'd long ago given up thinking that I should
tell other people how they should live. At times I wasn't even sure about
how should live.

I heard Donnie close the front door and I went to the door, still naked and
still hard. There was Richard, lying face down on the couch. The blue
boxers were back on and he was perfectly still. The drink and the sex had
worn him out and so I gave up the fantasy that he'd come to me in the
night. He really did want to sleep on the couch.

Lying on my bed, I contemplated relieving the tension that had grown in my
loins from watching Donnie do Richard. I would stay hard until I did
something with it or went to sleep, and then, odds were good that it would
wake me up the first time I rolled over on it and felt it pressing against
my flesh. I wasn't one to frustrate myself by denying I needed to jerk off
but there were still hopes, diminished none the less.

Sometime during the night I rolled on to my erection and it roused me
enough to get my thoughts back on Richard and how he took to getting
blown. I'd just get up and check to see if he was still there, and so I
stood at the door to my bedroom and with no light on in the kitchen, it was
difficult to see if he was still on the couch. I was reluctant to turn my
light on and I headed for the kitchen and got myself some water that was
readily available in my bathroom. I turned on the kitchen light so that it
would light the couch and the nearly nude boy, one knee bent up against the
back of the couch and him still mostly on his stomach.

I walked into the living room drinking from the glass I had gone to the
kitchen to collect. My hand brushed my hard cock as it stood out with
surprising ardor for the boy I had interacted with for all of two
minutes. My condition demanded that I take some action to sooth its passion
be4 more sleep would find me.

I stood beside the couch with the kitchen light sending soft rays to light
him from his shoulders to the back of his knees. There was a fine but
irregular line of blond hairs on the inside of his legs starting from where
they appeared out of his boxers. I found myself leaning forward to let my
fingers touch the skin as I traced the path of his magnetic hair.

His skin was smooth and warm and my fingers made a journey up the back of
his leg until they were inside the boxers and I found a more delicate feel
to the hidden skin. Richard made a soft sleepy sound, almost rousing but
not, falling back into his deep sleep. I held my breath from the corner of
the couch, where I had bolted to in fear of being found out. I stood there;
ready to head for my room if he awoke, and I waited until I was sure he was
quiet.

I scolded myself for taking advantage of the sleeping lad as I attempted to
quiet my swift thumping heart while trying to imagine what he'd think if he
caught me....

I drank from the glass to quell the dry mouth that had overtaken me. I sat
the glass on the coffee table in front of the couch and kneeled between the
two. I looked at his relaxed body and could only imagine the secrets the
boxers knew. I let my thighs rest against the front of the couch as my
fingers moved back up under the boxers an inch be4 bringing them back
out. My heart beat insanely, not to mention my cock. It was suddenly super
hot in my living room and my entire body had become as sensitive to love,
as did my aching cock.

I leaned back on my heels listening for his breathing to change, but it
didn't. I drank again from my glass and tried to calm myself be4 I eased my
hand up inside his boxers, moving deliberately until I was touching the
soft hairy place up between his legs and just behind his balls. The hair
there was soft and the skin deliriously delicate. I leaned forward until my
face was on the back of his boxers and his firm round butt. My hand felt
the warm firm area in back of his soft smooth pouch be4 I massaged one of
his small hens eggs and then the other.

As I moved my fingers to get a better grip on his balls, the leg that was
bent up against the back of the couch straightened out and he turned his
head until it was facing toward me. Putting his legs together forced my
hand out of his pants and that cut me off from his balls, but not only
that, he had cut me off from his cock, which I would have had in my
possession in another moment.

The injustice!

I wouldn't so much have minded being caught, if I had attained that final
measure of success be4hand. Now I was between the proverbial rock and the
hard place. How did I explain to a guy I didn't know just how my hand got
into his underwear?

I stayed kneeling next to him with my heart about ready to attack any
second as it skillfully played a strange rendition of the Anvil Chorus, I
waited to be busted by the sleeping boy. I found myself in a room of
silence. I could not see his face clearly, but I didn't think his eyes were
open. He seemed to have fallen peacefully back to sleep.  That was
close. Now I could slip back into my bedroom and consider myself
lucky. What I was doing was against all reason. I tried to remember all the
times I had people sleeping in my apartment or in my house back home. There
had been dozens over the years and I hadn't thought about doing what I was
doing now, not even once.

What was wrong with me? What was there about this boy that had me kneeling
beside his sleeping body, ready to violate it in any way I could. As soon
as I was sure I was safe, I'd go back to my bedroom and close the door this
time. I wasn't going to continue this madness.

Richard raised up a little and I stayed well in shadows beside the
couch. He turned his head toward the back of the couch and plopped back
down. He had spread his legs apart and one knee was bent, which provided
easy access to the same area I'd already visited. I leaned back against the
couch as my cock stiffened back up from the excitement. I felt his leg up
from the knee until my fingers and then my hand went out of sight and came
to rest between his legs.

I stopped there and waited, listening for the night sounds that told me I
was safe in my pursuits. I found his low hanging balls and exercised each
and then in tandem, feeling the soft sac and its contents completely be4
moving on to search for his cock.

Now, everything was quiet. I could hear him breathe those soft deep sounds
of sleep. My breathing was more ragged and had he been listening, they'd
have told a tale of my passionate quest. I could not recall wanting anyone
more than I wanted Richard, and as my fingers tightened on the firm gristle
I found in front of him. It occurred to me that he was as hard as I was if
not as excited.

I let my fingers gently feel the thick base and his curly blond pubic
hair. There was an unearthly silence, save the ragged breathing that I
tried to stifle as best I could. I'd felt thicker cocks and I'd been with
better boys but none had me as excited as Richard had me just then.

It was when I squeezed ever so gently, and then more firmly, that his ass
took to moving abruptly backward, until it collided with my face, which was
dangerously close to it at this point in time, as I was reaching up between
his legs to feel his cock. My first instinct was to let go of the evidence
and plead insanity if he made a scene, only letting go of a good thing
wasn't as easy as it sounds.

Once his ass met the resistance of my face, it went the other way, pushing
his erect penis up through my fingers, when his weight came to rest on said
hand and said cock. Even worse, my face was planted in the crack of his
ass, and except for the boxers, my lips were poised very near his a'hole. I
waited for the worst, while hoping for the best, like he wouldn't pound my
face until I removed my trapped hand from his fat cock.

As I rested there, fearful and aroused, Richard's leg, the one closest to
me, moved until it was making love to my cock. The course hair on his calf
brushed my swollen head, creating a most delicious sensation. It came to
rest bent in a way that kept it pressing against my erection in a most
exciting way.

To rest my hand free would require that I either rupture him or eat his
shorts, and neither option seemed all that wonderful, while the way I had
gotten myself trapped against him was. Getting my face pounded might not be
all that bad if I could just stay like this for a few minutes.

The excitement was palpable and the feel of his cock was downright
orgasmic. I was not one given to premature ejaculations, but his calf was
getting me so close to eruption that it became another factor in my growing
list of worries. There I was, about as compromised as one can get, having
no graceful way out and yet I was still so hot and bothered I didn't really
care. It didn't matter what could happen because of my roaming hands. All
that mattered was what was happening, and there was something to be said
for reaching out to touch someone, even while they slept.

While there was no indication that he was awake, I didn't know how he could
be asleep. There were two short movements that came from his hips and
forced his cock deeper into my fist. My response was a reflex; squeezing
firmly and pulling down and back on his cock. This forced a distinctive
moan out of him as his calf did a slow motion move, pressing harder on my
erection. This motion, along with the other, had me a bit dizzy and
disoriented. That's all it took for him to somehow yank my hand out from
under him, and in the same instant he yanked down his boxers. My face was
all of a sudden pressed pleasantly against the soft naked skin of his ass
as he pulled my hand back up between his legs until it was once more
holding the fire he kept burning there.

Nothing was said and I wasn't sure where we stood after he grew still once
more. His smell was a potion of cum, sweat, and his fragrance, and it
stiffened my dick and made me delirious with lust for him. I slowly
masturbated him, using my free hand to rub his ass. First the spot behind
his balls and then as I rubbed closer to his asshole the hair thinned until
it was almost nonexistent.

I rubbed my finger across the hot brown spot and pulled back and squeezed
his cock at the same time. His exciting butthole massaged my fingers and
the tender flesh was so smooth and warm that it made me swoon be4 I blew
hot air there and rubbed more firmly. His hand moved on top of my hand and
he clamped down on it so I was squeezing harder and at the same time his
ass raised up toward my mouth. I continued blowing and rubbing until it was
too close to my lips for comfort. I moved my fingers and replaced it with
my mouth, tongue extended as I wiggled it like a firm wet worm.

"Oh yeah," he said.

I circled the tender spot with my tongue and flicked against it sparingly
as he tried to push his hole onto my mouth. I could feel his cock throb and
moisture was now dripping down the sides so that when I stroked him, I wet
most of his shaft. This created less resistance and a more exciting
motion. His hand stayed with mine but he made no attempt to interfere with
the beating I gave him.

As I calmed down I put my mouth over the hole and let my sloppy wet tongue
tickle him. At first using only the tip, once he got with the motion, I
forced my entire tongue back and forth over the pulsing hole. The moans
didn't subside until I slowed my motion, fearing I was about to lose him to
his orgasm and I wasn't done yet.

The hand I kept on his cock was now sticky from my fingers to my palm. His
hand was helpless on mine and it followed my lead. The sounds he made told
me he enjoyed the 4play, but I slowed down the licking for several minutes
so he would calm down and then I started getting in my licks again. This
time he bent his ass back against my mouth as he whimpered and twitched
from the magic in my tongue.

I'd seen Richard's posture when he was with Donnie. He was a stud of major
proportions and while he didn't mind getting naked and letting a dude
worship h is dick, I got no indication that he might be gay or wanting to
experiment with guys. In fact the impression I got was that he wanted to
cum and getting blown achieved that.

Now I was poised at his back door and meeting no resistance. Of course I
hadn't done anything but put my mouth there. While I had no impression he
wanted to give me more, I also had no impression that he was about to stop
the momentum we'd built. In fact, Richard was going along with the program
every step of the way. While I didn't know how far he'd let me go, I wanted
to find out, and as I licked and flicked the velvet hole, I began the
insertion of the tip of my index finger.

There was a sudden tension in the room. His muscles tensed, his hand left
mine and his ass moved away from my finger, even though it was snagged in
the hole. The soft moans quit and the room was left empty of sound. I held
my breath and didn't move, except for squeezing his cock firmly and once
more pulling it hard back toward his body.

Then, without warning, his warm moist hot hole was slowly swallowed my
finger. All the tension came out of him by the time he had pushed back hard
enough to get my finger inside him. A soft moan replaced the silence as he
squeezed the hand that held his pulsing cock.

With all the passion he could muster, Richard said, "Fuck yeah!"

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