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The Bee Keeper

The Arrangement: Straight Boys Sleeping (nc tt mm hs oral)

by Eric Lane

Gene was a rather homely college guy, overweight, with a nerdy personality. Like a lot of nerds, he was smart and clean. Unlike a lot of other nerds though, Gene was obsessed with servicing straight handsome guys - though without them really knowing about. At 20, he was in his third year of college - though still a junior.

He lived for the past three years in the dorms and during that time had 4 different roommates. All of them were straight hotties, and he serviced them all (except one) - though without them knowing about it. The actual truth was, after a while, they DID know about it but they would pretend that they were sleeping or passed out. Gene was technique as a cocksucker was too good to pass up for a horny straight guy. It also made it easy that Gene never wanted any reciprocation. His method of operation was that he always sucked and jerked off his roommates while they slept or were passed out. That made it easy to act like nothing happened afterwards for all concerned. It was the "unspoken arrangement".

Gene was looking forward with anticipation for his new roommate (this was the fall). He had connections with other nerds who worked on campus, some with the college's internal computer registration system. He was able, through his friends, to find out who signed up for the dorms and who needed to be matched up with a roommate. He was hoping for a freshman (they always seemed more willing and more horny). With alittle manipulation of the college computers, he was able to get one.

Brad was fresh out of high school - 19 years old, dark dirty blond short hair, with a fashionable fade, very cute though not drop dead gorgeous handsome. He had a nicely proportioned body - not too muscled, but enough definition to make him appealing to girls. He was just about 6 feet tall and weighed 160 lbs. He was average in sports (baseball and basketball) and was sort of shy. His experience with girls , despite his goodlooks, was still limited before he left home for college to fondling and kissing. He was still a virgin and had no sexual experiences with guys either (and didn't want any). He was very straight - though he was propositioned several times by older gay men, he never pursued their offers, never really knowing what they really wanted (with his cute face and nice build, it was a wonder, Gene thought, that the poor boy was never raped before!) Like any young guy though, Brad was horny as hell.

Now in his first year of college and his first time away from home, Brad was alittle scared. He didn't know anyone. He picked a major (English) but he really had no idea what career he wanted. He decided to enroll in a four-year university instead of the local junior college just so he could move out of his parent's home and be on his own. He wished though that he would have a roommate who would be more experienced about the "ways of college life". Someone, he hoped, that could sort of mentor him on the ins and outs of this campus - and more importantly, lead him to the right parties and girls. He didn't think he could do it on his own. Even though people said he was "very cute", he still felt vulnerable and insecure sometimes, especially among other guys. Brad saw himself as a sort of nice looking - but nothing really special. To anyone else Brad looked like a nicely built above average looking cute college kid. To Gene, he was perfect. Nothing average about him. He was absolutely perfect.

Coming into his new dorm room, Brad opened the door hesitantly, wondering whom his roommate would be. His heart sank when he saw Gene. A fat nerd. Right. And if he didn't watch it, he would be a nerd too - and STILL a virgin. This guy definitely wouldn't know where the girls and parties were. Still, he seemed nice enough, and Brad quickly covered up his initial disappointment with a warm handshake and greeting. After a few minutes of conversations (the usual "where you from", "what's your major"), Brad began to like Gene. More than that, Gene seemed like the kind of guy you could trust with your life (or your dick, as it turned out). Brad relaxed and thought he would still have to find someone to guide him to the parties, but Gene seemed to be an OK guy for a roommate.

Gene did have a way of talking with his roommates when he first met them that made them feel comfortable and safe. He actually was a nice guy and really liked the guys he serviced. He could draw them out and find out about their sleeping habits and how homophobic they were within a hour of meeting them.

Gene could usually find out how horny a guy was (and freshman away from home and their girlfriends - providing their girlfriend didn't enroll with them, were always horny!). A good slow satisfying blowjob from an expert like Gene would always - almost always anyway, overcome any guy's fears of getting involved with "queer stuff". Still, it was hard to tell how far a guy would take his homophobia and Gene was careful - though the danger seemed part of the allure.

With Brad, Gene found it alittle harder to get information, because Brad was shy. That, for some reason, made the boy even more desirable to Gene. He couldn't believe how cute the boy was. Despite his initial shyness, Brad opened up, after enough initial prodding from Gene. He sensed that Brad liked him - even trusted him now. He was certain that Brad would be extremely receptive to nightly blowjobs. He liked how Brad sounded when he talked.

"So Brad, I study pretty late. I'll try to keep quiet, but you know." Gene said apologetically, "this room is small - if it bothers you I'll.."

"No, no that's okay. Don't worry about it. I uh, I'm a heavy sleeper so I won't hear nothing," Brad said, happy that he could be accommodating.

"Really? My last roommate -man, he'd be pissed at me everytime I turned a page. Couldn't blame him though - I mean it was after midnight. He couldn't even stand my desk lamp on. But you really won't hear nothing? I mean.." Gene asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Yeah, I mean, don't worry about it. I have a hard time even hearing the alarm," Brad said, sort of sheepishly, pointing to the alarm clock on the small table next to his bed, "- so if it goes off and I don't hear it, well, uh.it might take a while for me to shut it off. Brad paused and feeling like a little kid, "I hope that doesn't bother you. If you hear it and I don't shut it off, feel free to throw something at me.or shut it off yourself. " Brad laughed at that and so did Gene.

"Okay dude - that works for me. Uh.I also use my PC late at night and some guys hate hearing the tapping of the keyboard when they're sleepin..." Gene said, wanting to find out more about Brad's sleep habits.

"No.no, that wouldn't bother me. I wouldn't hear it. I really wouldn't. I don't why, but I can sleep through anything, " Brad explained, than sort of mumbled, "uh.man, my mom uh would literally have to shake me hard to wake me. I uh, don't even hear the phone ring when I'm sleeping. I uh mean, I am totally out..so, uh, its okay Gene," Brad said, alittle embarrassed. Brad blushed alittle, wishing he didn't say how his mother couldn't even wake him. It made him sound, he thought, like some stupid kid. But Brad didn't feel vulnerable with Gene (partly because he was fat and nerdy). And Gene seemed like such a nice guy (albeit a nerdy one) who was just being courteous. Or so it seemed.

Gene smiled and said "Hey, no problem. And if you need to be up at a certain time," Gene paused thinking of what he really meant and grinned, "well, just let me know.I can wake you. Seriously. I'm a pretty light sleeper myself. "

Brad nodded, not realizing the value of the information he just gave his new roommate.

That first night, after dinner and some studying, Brad decided to get ready for bed. He was tired from the unpacking and the drive. And he was alittle buzzed from the two beers that Gene kindly offered him (Brad, being only 19, was too good in handling his liquor - even beer, something that Gene noted for future reference). He had a lot of classes the next day - plus a part time job at the student union. Though he was somewhat shy about his body (even though he had a nice build), he decided he would keep his nightly routine of taking a shower every night before bedtime. He liked being clean and freshly showered before going to bed.

He stripped down near his bed, facing the bare wall and didn't realize that Gene was watching every move from his desk. Brad took off his cotton shirt, exposing his very lightly tanned nicely defined smooth chest. Gene caught his first glimpse of the boy's hairy armpits and noticed how smooth the boy was. Brad had a nicely muscled stomach - no 6 packs, but it was nice and flat, centered by a concave belly button. A nice sexy trail of wispy dark hairs circled his navel on down to his hidden pubic hairs.

He had, Gene thought, a sexy naturally muscled body - like a farm boy's. He loved seeing the boy's navel - it was sexy.

Quickly, Brad unbuckled his belt and then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, again turning slightly away from Gene's direct vision. Brad at that moment thought he saw Gene staring at him - but he wasn't sure. Anyway, Brad thought, a lot of guys looked at each other for the first time. It didn't occur to him that Gene was sexually interested in HIM - though he thought that Gene might be gay (because he was fat and nerdy). But he decided quickly that he would take off his underwear in the shower room area. He liked Gene, but he felt alittle strange undressing in a small room with another guy who was dressed and sitting there - even if he wasn't staring at him all the time.

Brad was wearing a large pair of plaid boxers. Gene thought the boy looked sexy in them, though he preferred guys in white tight briefs or boxer briefs. But he looked good in boxers, with naturally muscled thighs and legs that were remarkably hairy. He noticed that the boxers protruded slightly where he thought Brad's cock would be hanging. It didn't look enormous - but it was inviting none the less. He was trying to see if he could see his cock through the opening, but Brad quickly tossed his jeans on the floor, wrapped a towel around him. He grabbed a clean pair of underwear from his dresser drawer (he picked CK white briefs Gene noticed with excitement), and walked tentatively out of the room to the showers, closing the door gently

He just kept staring at where Brad stood and stripped. He felt in a daze - though he wondered alittle why the boy didn't strip off his underwear, depriving Gene of seeing what his cock looked like. Still, to Gene, Brad was perfect - a nice cute, straight, shy kid - who NEEDED to be serviced. He just didn't know it Gene thought. And a deep sleeper - perfect. No girlfriend - at least no one now that he had. Probably a virgin too - at least he seemed inexperienced based on talking to him, Gene thought carefully. And to top it off, Brad seemed like a really nice intelligent guy. Clean. Perfect, Gene thought, perfect.

Gene wanted to really go down on Brad the first night hoping the boy WOULDN'T shower. He wanted to smell and sniff his odors - what the boy smelled like all day. But that would be another night. Right now, he had to get him. He had to get him so turned on from the blowjob and jerking of his cock that he wouldn't wake up and say no. He would be too far-

gone - and he would let it happen. Well, that was the plan - and that arrangement worked with his three previous roommates.

Gene quickly walked a few paces to Brad's bed, and bent down to pick up the jeans the boy had just taken off. He sniffed the inside seat and crotch. It didn't smell raunchy or gross, despite the heat of late summer. Well, it DID have a heavy distinct musky odor - and near the crotch zipper area, he could detect slight piss odors. Gene was in heaven, but quickly put the jeans down where he found them and sat back down his desk. He didn't know Brad's daily routines yet - and the boy could just pop back in anytime. It would be hard to explain why he was sniffing the crotch of his jeans!

So he waited. This was the hardest part for Gene. Waiting for his straight boys to get ready for bed.and then to fall asleep - and then fall into the required deep sleep.

Sometimes Gene felt like a predator waiting - waiting for his prey. Sometimes that was all he felt he ever did in college. The anticipation - especially on the first night, would almost overwhelm him. Without really knowing Brad's routine, Gene knew (from experience now) that it could take an hour or longer before he could creep up to his new roommate's bedside and begin exploring. To be on the safe side, Gene decided with Brad he would wait for 2 hours. Gene had become an expert about how to tell when a guy fell into a "deep sleep". The movement of his closed eyes - his breathing and the way his body was positioned - and how he responded to slight noises - all these were indicators on whether the boy was ready to be fondled and explored. He made sure the blankets - were loosened enough under the mattress so he could easily pull them back. All he could do now was wait - and watch. He could always watch.

Each time he approached his sleeping roommates, he would get a mixed feeling of intense apprehension and fear mixed with a rush of pure lust. The fear of getting caught mixed with the sexual high of playing with a straight boy's private parts without him knowing about it. But the prize - of touching and fondling and finally sucking his roommate's tubesteak - was too much for Gene to pass up. To Gene, each boy was a feast to be devoured.

He thought back to his previous roommates - John, Ryan, Aaron and the one he didn't get to suck - Steve. My god - each of them very straight, though not virgins - and all of them very handsome. He was able to suck each of them, except Steve. Steve was getting his rocks off nightly from his girlfriend - and would wake up each time Gene tried to fondle him. Gene was able to pull away before Steve was fully awake. Nothing happened, but Steve decided mid-

semester to move in an apartment with his girlfriend - in part because he wasn't sure about Gene. But at least Gene was able to have his way with the other three roommates. Now he had in some ways, an even more perfect roommate. Brad was definitely the cutest of Gene's four roommates.

Brad came back from the shower after 40 minutes, his hair still alittle damp from the shampoo, his body looking and smelling soapy clean. His towel was tied snugly around his slim waist and Gene could tell he was wearing the CK white briefs underneath (the waistband being visible). In his right hand, balled up discreetly, Gene immediately noticed was the dirty boxers he wore. He watched Brad place it in a small box (for his dirty clothes) in his tiny closet. Gene knew he would have that pair of boxers under his nose in a couple of hours.

Gene out of the corner of his eye tried to watch Brad towel down again - his hair, rubbing the towel in a furious back and forth motion to get all the moisture out. He stood there facing his bed - his muscled back to Gene. To Gene, his roommate looked incredibly sexy standing there in his white tight underwear, clinging to his bubble butt - the crack line slightly visible, that separated the two firm melon halves.

He is so fuckin gorgeous Gene thought, his mouth almost going dry.

Brad went over to his drawers and pulled out a large white t-shirt, and slipped in on in one motion, then turned at Gene, smiled and sleepily said "I'm going to bed man!"

Gene smiled back, waving alittle and nodded.

After 2 hours, Gene looked over at Brad. There he was, asleep now and stretched out spread eagled on his back, covered only by a thin sheet (it was still summer and hot). The thin sheet covered Brad only up to his flat stomach, and Gene could see a slight tent in his crotch area telling him that Brad's dick was at least semi-hard. He was, Gene surmised, either having a dream about some girl doing him or he had to take a piss. It was always so hot to see a straight boy's hard on - especially when he was sleeping. Suddenly, Gene thought he saw tented pole flex ever so slightly. Gene could stand it no longer - it was time to move on the sleeping straight boy.

Gene quietly crept from his desk (only a few feet away) and approached Brad's bed, hearing him snore gently. The first time doing this to a new straight roommate was always the best and scariest for Gene. There was always a feeling of dread and excitement. What would he do if he woke up before he could really get him feeling good? Gene could never answer that question. He knew he had to quench the burning desire of sucking and playing with a sleeping straight boy. At the moment, nothing else seemed to matter.

Gene quietly knelt down on the floor. He paused for a few moments - watching Brad's face intently for any sign of wakening. He paused again and just looked at the beautiful face and then down again at the tenting his cock made of the sheet covering him. Gene's heartbeat was racing. He nervously pulled at the thin sheet, pulling it all the way down to the boy's ankles almost. Now Brad was lying there, his muscled legs apart, just in his tight white underwear. He looked too hot and sexy - and he definitely had a nice hard on. Gene was nervous as hell, his heavy face just inches away from that hard bulge and studied it for a few minutes, as Brad snored quietly. He could smell the very familiar odors of a guy's crotch - and even though Brad took a shower, there was the unmistakable musky scent that Gene loved.

He stared at Brad's sleeping face again and paused. It seemed like an hour passed for Gene - but in actuality, only a few minutes had gone by. Still he loved to stare at Brad - seeing him in his tight white underwear, laid out like a sexual feast just for him. He stared intently at Brad's cute face - loving his sleeping innocent expression while also seeing his tented underwear. Gene paused - almost hesitating. He carefully pushed up the boy's loose fitting t-

shirt, up to his neck, exposing his pecs and stomach. He looked at Brad's face again for any sign of waking. The tension was incredible - would the boy wake up and kick his ass? He looked at the Brad's muscled chest and flat stomach, staring intently at his concave, deep belly button. Gene seemed fixated with Brad's navel - he could tongue it all night, he thought. One night maybe he would. Brad's naturally muscled arms were above his head and showed his damp armpit hairs through the thin old t-shirt, some hairs peeking out of the sleeve.

Brad liked to position his cock (hard or soft) in the "up" position when wearing tight white underwear (other guys will choose to position their cocks to the right or left, pointing down). It just felt better for him. Gene didn't care either way - but it was sexy how Brad's cockhead was up by his waistband creating a nice lump resembling a hard tube.

Only tight briefs can have that effect on Gene. Boxers of course, are not tight enough to restrain a cock - which is one reason why Gene preferred guys wearing tight briefs. He stared and gently touched Brad's hard shaft, his fingers lightly outlining it. To Gene, Brad's hard cock, restrained by the underwear, seemed like some sleeping animal - separate from the rest of Brad's body.

He stared again at the sleeping boy. Gene knew that a good-sized gap between the stomach and waistband - especially if the guy is lean (and depending on how long his cock was) sometimes could be seen, thanks to the way a good pair of tight briefs fit on a guy. Brad was lean - though muscled and a small portion of his hard cock was visible - alittle bit of the head. Gene had to restrain himself from reaching in to caress it, though he did sniff it. The skin on his cock was a slightly darker than the light tan that Brad had worked on over the summer. From where Gene looked, most of the boy's cockhead itself was still hidden, so he moved around to see what the white fabric was clinging to up by the boy's CK waistband. A large hard lump was positioned right next to the waistband, the underside of his cut cockhead clearly outlined by the overwashed underwear fabric.

Gene stared and stared, studying every curve and feature of Brad's underwear covered crotch. Just below it, the erect shaft lay hard against his lower stomach and groin, increasing in girth until it disappeared into a large, round jiggly mass stretching the fabric where his thighs met. Gene quickly sniffed the delectable bulge and was greeted by a strong mixture of sweat and very slight piss odors - maybe even precum odors. The odor was strong and pungent and made Gene feel as hornier than ever before.

Brad was still fast asleep - his even breathing and slight snoring sounds reassured Gene. Gene studied the boy's sleeping face and gently reached over and touched his hang.

My god, Gene thought. This boy was so cute. And touching his hard cock - the kind of hardness all guys get when sleeping sent Gene into a rush of pure ecstasy - the hard dick gently bending under the gentle squeezing of Gene's shaking fingers, but still rigid and hard to touch.

Gene slowly let his sensitive fingers slide lightly up and down, up and down, up and down the shaft - that got even harder now and was rewarded with another strong unmistakable flex. This boy was horny as hell and still sleeping! Gene gently fondled the soft cotton bulge at its base; two large loose and incredibly warm walnut sized balls, shifting within. He could do this for hours.

It was hard to believe that Brad - or anyone could still be sleeping after all this fondling. But Gene's method of operation was to make it impossible for a straight guy to say no.

Gene knew that straight boys like Brad needed their cock to feel so hot and good to put away any normal urge to say "no". Even homophobic guys will go along with a good jerk off and blow job IF you can take them far enough along before they realize it. So Gene gently lifted the waistband of Brad's tight white CK briefs slowly - very slowly. He held his breath, his heart racing and his hands almost shaking as he lifted and pulled down the boy's white underwear. Literally springing straight up and pointing at the ceiling was Brad's hard shaft - his virgin penis. Gene hadn't seen Brad totally naked yet and he gasped looking at the 7-

inch hard fuckpole. He pushed the tight white underwear and bunched it under Brad's loose sweaty balls (Gene liked seeing a guy nearly naked with his underwear caught under his balls or even his dick sticking out while getting off). Gene knew he couldn't waste anymore time admiring Brad's cock - he had to suck it and make it feel good in case the boy woke up. He moved his mouth quickly to kiss then lightly swallow just the boy's sensitive cockhead. Gene was in heaven as his mouth covered it in his saliva, his upper lip locking onto the ridge where the head joined the shaft (Brad was cut), very slowly. Intensely. Polishing the head gently with his expert tongue, his hand light fingering and jerking the shaft - the other playing and jiggling the balls. Gene's hot tongue went under the cockhead gently to lick and lapped at the wet shaft at its most sensitive spots. Gene knew no one - certainly no girl, ever did this to him.

Brad gradually realized something was touching him. He slowly came out of the warmth of his deep sleep, so very slowly. A small part of him realized that something was making him feel so good. His balls and dick - and something was touching him there. He was still coming out of his deep sleep. What was happening? As every moment passed, he felt intense tingling of ecstasy shooting out in every direction from his crotch.

My god.what was this.this feeling. My god. My god he thought over and over. He couldn't believe it. Now he was awake, but the time it took for him to become fully awake, he was almost overcome by the electric feeling of having his cock and balls sucked. My god!!!! He kept his eyes closed - and it took every effort in him to keep from moaning out loud.

Suddenly he realized was naked. Well - his underwear was pushed down under his balls or something. And then, he wanted to gasp and moan - someone was licking his cockhead. HIS virgin cock!!!! The feeling sent shock waves through his young body. He realized it had to be Gene. My god my god. Gene was a queer. But, it felt so good so good. No girl did this to him and this was 1,000 times better than any hand job. Part of him wanted to stop it - this was queer. But it felt so good. So good. My god.

Brad was almost floating in ecstasy from the sucking. He moaned ever so slightly. He was fully awake now - but decided to act like he was sleeping - it was better that way. He kept his eyes closed. Suddenly he felt something near his nose. Before he knew it, Gene was pinching his other nostril closed gently, forcing him to inhale through the other. There was something there - and he was breathing it.

Gene was holding a bottle of poppers - Rush - under Brad's nose. Then the other nostril. The combination of the beers - and the blowjob, and poppers would be too much for the boy to resist. It would heighten the intense pleasure he was already feeling. Now Brad was literally floating - in a sexual daze - his head lolling. He no longer resisted being forced to inhale the poppers. He virtually let his body go, letting it feel the intense pleasuring.

Fuck..Brad thought in a daze. He was flushed with pleasure - his entire body felt tingly and hot. He was almost be driven crazy trying to hold back from moaning and squirming. He wanted to pump his cock into Gene's mouth. His whole body was almost shuddering from pleasure - his cock and balls were hot and felt electric. He was almost going to open his eyes and start jerking his dick - he almost couldn't stand it anymore, it felt so good. But then Gene started to lick at Brad's shaft more slowly - and fondled his balls, licking them too. This was too good - Brad was crazy with lust and kept his eyes closed. He would pretend he was sleeping. It would be less complicated and it would be easier to face Gene in the morning. Besides, HE wasn't gay. So why was his dick leaking precum and hard as a rock?

Brad's cock flexed steel-hard and ten got harder and with a couple of involuntarily gentle thrusts from his groin, drove an inch or more into Gene's hot mouth. Brad tried to stop himself, but couldn't. If Brad was still sleeping, his body was betraying him, which is what Gene planned for Gene smiled - he knew Brad would not be able to resist this now.

Gene never liked quick blowjob sessions. The poppers would help prolong it. He liked to service a straight handsome guy for hours if possible. When sucking a guy who was awake, usually he had to hurry - they were inpatient to get off and seemed to have a problem seeing a guy go down on them. But on a sleeping straight guy - well, there was only one side conscious (or so it seemed). Gene could set the pace. Now with Brad, not wanting this to end before it really got started, he went back at his cockhead, and tasted the salt of his sweat and quickly pulled off to admire the boy's stretched out body. Brad was still snoring quietly and was still pretending he was

asleep. His prick though, was hard as a rock, throbbing and flushed red, with Gene's salvia coating the cockhead and running halfway down the shaft.

Gene loved to explore a sleeping guy's entire body if he could. He wanted some time to take it all in - to remember and take pictures of this sleeping boy (like he did the others). His initial reaction and impression with Brad after surveying the steel hard dick pointing up over his muscled body, was how smooth he was, with the exception of his crotch, balls, thighs and pubic area. In those hidden places, Brad had lots of wiry dark hairs. It was everywhere and covered everything in those areas. Little curly dark brownish hairs of masculinity sprouted from every surface of his lower stomach, balls, pubic area and thighs The entire bag of skin that covered his walnut sized balls his nuts were covered, extending almost all the way up the bottom side of his prick. Wispy tuffs of his curly hairs were trapped in the crevices and creases between his scrotum and thighs, and lower legs that preserved the odors of the day. The scrotum was warm, supple and loose, due to the heat of the Indian summer. Those large nuts lay spread out on Brad's bedsheets, slightly squished by his thighs and lower body. Each ball was about the size of a good-sized walnut, probably larger. Gene carefully slid his hands under them to test their weight and size, finding them warm and heavy and sweaty. He jiggled and rolled each one through his fingers, gently stretching and pulling the scrotum skin, and a small groan from Brad greeted his ears. He thought he heard the straight boy sigh. He sniffed his fingers to smell the boy's scent.

God this boy smelled good, Gene thought, as he put his fingers back to fondle Brad's balls again. He loved the smell and the feel of Brad's manhood.

Brad couldn't believe what was happening. He felt Gene put the bottle of Rush under his nose again, to give him another hit. My god my god, I'm so fuckin high and hot Brad thought, dazed and confused now.

He felt a sexual rush. This had never ever happened to him before. And it felt so good having his balls played with - no one did that before. Sensing Brad loved it, Gene continued jiggling, probing and touching Brad's loose balls. Sniffing them, the wiry hairs perfectly had preserved the deep and strong odors of boysweat, and other crotch odors. He left his underwear still caught under his balls - which caused them to lift up alittle. Gene thought he never saw a sexier pose.

Gene's expert attention always centered on the two areas that stayed soft and vulnerable when a guy got hard and real horny. It was important that on the first night, the straight boys that Gene serviced got the blowjob of their lives - a blowjob that they would want again, and again - no matter how queer they thought it was. He knew if it was the best they would want him to continue it. That meant they pretended always to be "asleep" or "passed out". That was part of the arrangement.

Gene slowly lifted his nose from Brad's sweaty loose balls, and he noticed the hard shaft had almost dried, though still steel hard and ever so often flexing involuntarily. He slid his right hand up to Brad's firm, flat stomach and tested the muscles there. Brad's stomach was taut and flat. Gene's left hand continued to play and jiggle with Brad's loose balls. He gently tweaked and pulled at Brad's dimesized hardened nipples. Gene sucked them softly loving how hard they were, and then tongued his way down to the boy's sexy belly button, darting his tongue in the sexy hole.

Gene thought he could hear the straight boy moan and sigh ever so slightly. Gene then sniffed his hairy armpit area, giving both armpits (covered by the t-shirt) a quick lick. The odor was strong - a mixture of deodorant and pure sweat, though a clean smelling sweat since Brad had just taken a shower (the hot summer night made him sweaty during his sleep). The fat nerd continued playing with Brad's chest, flat stomach and balls, while he moaned quietly in his sleep again and again. He moved back to stare at the boy - naked now, except for the t-shirt pushed up all the way to his neck, and his tight white underwear bunched and stretched, caught under his balls.

Gene now put Brad's ultra sensitive cockhead, leaking precum heavily, back into his hot mouth. He loved the feel of Brad's cockhead and how sensitive it was - he could make the boy gasp involuntarily by simple licking it or swirling his tongue just under the ridge. He proceeded to move up and down with gentle almost machine like suction, sucking over and over, swirling his tongue on the head. The texture of Brad's stiff penis was so smooth, almost silky. It was steel hard but still alittle spongy so even the hard shaft could be probed by Gene's tongue. The Brad's hard shaft smelled of sweat - his sweat and tasted salty to Gene and that was perfect. Gene licked the cockedhead thoroughly over and over and over and just under the ridge of the head. He knew that was Brad's most sensitive spots. Brad's cute face would grimace alittle - and his body would almost tremble from pleasure.

This went on for at least 30 minutes, with Brad trying to pretend sleeping, trying hard to keep his normal breathing yet panting more and more - though still asleep (at least he thought he was fooling Gene).

Oh god.oh god was all that Brad could think, making every effort from having his body shudder and thrust his dick into his roommate's hot mouth. Still, his body would do things he couldn't control, but he was almost past caring about that now. He just didn't want it to stop - he never imagined being pleasured like this ever.

Gene's large hands played with Brad's muscled chest, flat stomach, cock, and loose balls. balls and stomach, and ever so often as he would touch a super sensitive spot (or tongued a spot on his dick that was sensitive), Brad would squirm ever so slightly and gasp.

Brad - his eyes closed feigning sleep, couldn't believe it was just one person doing this to him. With Gene's hands moving back and forth all over his body, at one moment jerking his shaft - another tweaking his nipples, while his mouth sucked and polished his cockhead, and then back to sniffing and swallowing his balls. It felt like a group of people working on him.

For Gene, Brad's cock and body was perfect. He loved how Brad's steel-hard shaft below the soft spongy cockhead seemed to have skin there so smooth and soft almost, but with a hard muscle underneath. It was like a silk shirt covering a muscled torso, and moving the silk back and forth, while feeling the muscles underneath.

Gene lifted his head up alittle and moved his hot tongue across the tip of Brad's cockhead and its piss slit, glistening with pre-cum. That gentle licking was greeted with a soft and long "unnnnnnhhhhhhhhh" coming almost inaudibly from the sleeping Brad. Gene knew he was pretending, but he didn't want to wait for another sign of pleasure. He wasn't 100% sure he was pretending and if he WAS really sleeping, Gene didn't want him to wake up and stop what was happening. Gene wanted him to have him so pleasured he wouldn't or couldn't stop it. He had to start sucking the boy in earnest now - bringing him to the point of a mind shattering orgasm.

Suck it suck it jerk me off Brad silently urged thinking he was going to go crazy now - his mind and body in a pure state of lust, aided again by another hit of Rush. My god Brad could only think over and over at the intense pleasure. God, suck me off he prayed almost.

Gene was beside himself with lust too. He wanted this to go on and on - though he realized there was every night for the semester at least that he could get Brad - assuming he loved what was happening. Gene moved his face right over the boy's hard cock and locked his mouth again just behind the ridge of the very sensitive head. He started to suction up and down just on the spongy head, while his swirling his tongue again and again and lightly licked the head. Brad's precum was leaking heavily and dripped down his shaft - though Gene licked up most of it. .

Another sleepy and very sexy "uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh" escaped Brad's slightly parted lips and with a quick involuntarily thrust of his hips he tried to ram the whole shaft inside Gene's hot sucking mouth. Brad was going crazy and suffering now. The pleasure was so intense - so prolonged that he didn't know what he wanted. He wanted the sucking of his cockhead to go on forever. But he needed to cum - and he was a virgin! He wanted his body played with - his nipples sucked. And that was weird, because he never ever thought of his nipples as anything but decorative parts of his body. Now he wanted them touched and sucked. Another part of him wanted to fuck Gene's mouth until he came.

My god, Brad thought in sexual daze - is this queer or what? But all thoughts disappeared when another wave of ecstasy jolted his body. Gene's tongue and hands kept touching new sensitive spots on the boy's cockhead and shaft and balls. Brad wanted to cum. Never in his young life had he ever experienced this before, and his pelvis again made a slight but definite involuntary thrust. He couldn't believe he could no longer control his body.

Gene wasn't about to be hurried at all and pulled off quickly. He knew he had Brad now - no matter what. A small groan of disappointment came from Brad's sleeping face. It sounded so sexy to Gene as he lightly grabbed the boy's hard cock and jerked it very carefully - making sure he wouldn't be able to cum. Ever so often Gene rubbed up against the boy's cockhead, and the head's ridge. That caused Brad to moan ever so softly, his hips jerking again. The poor boy was suffering - maybe even whimpering in his "sleep".

God that was so sexy seeing Brad do that, Gene thought.

Gene noticed how Brad's flat stomach grew taut and chest muscles and pecs began to push out even more. Gene's other hand continued to lightly go over Brad's upper and lower body, sometimes tickling him, or causing gasps of pleasure (his hard nipples now were very sensitive), then fingering his sexy belly button. Brad never had his body explored and serviced and touched like this. Brad evidently enjoyed having his body being pleasured - where all he had to do was lay back and enjoy it.

Gene soon began sucking Brad's cock again at a slow but measured pace for another 15 minutes. He sucked another 10 minutes , moving slowly up and down, each stroke taking him alittle further down the boy's hard penis until his tongue approached the base, surrounded by a thick halo of wiry dark hair filled with the boy's sweat odors. It smelled familiar - vaguely sour like old vinegar with a dose of pure musk. Gene paused for a moment each time Brad involuntarily flexed his hard shaft. He clearly was ready to cum and each time it caused him to whimper silently almost in frustration. His young body shuddered several times, another sign that he was nearing climax. His toes were curled, his muscled arms stretched out over his head, stretching the t-shirt even further around his neck. Brad's entire body and being felt like a complete sex organ. In his dazed mind he pleaded silently to be brought to a climax. He didn't think he could take it - it felt so good.

Gene kept sucking Brad's hard, long shaft. As an experienced cocksucker, Gene would send shivers of ecstasy by sucking the head, then literally gobbling the shaft an inch at a time, his tongue swirling and dancing around the shaft, with his hand jerked the shaft from the base up slowly. Gene's hot expert tongue kept licking a different part of Brad's stiff penis, his tongue almost dancing on his cockhead as it made the pass back up and then down again. It repeated this over and over and over and over. That never failed to elicit a low - nearly inaudible moan, and gasping from the "sleeping" boy. On every upstroke Gene's tongue and lips caught on the prominent ridge of Brad's cockhead and the boy would let out a involuntary grunt of pure pleasure. His muscled sweaty body would grow even more rigid.

For Gene, sucking a straight boy's cock was an art because there were so many different places to lick and suck and fondle. That's why he took his time, because he knew if he licked and sucked as many places on the boy's body that he could, it would increase Brad's pleasure - and that ultimately was how Gene got off. In pleasuring handsome cute straight boys. It would also mean, if he gave them pleasure they never had before, that they would likely want it to happen again and again. And they did. And he was certain Brad would want it again. And again. He would make sure of that.

Gene always noticed the few hard veins that lined every stiff cock - and with Brad it was no different. He made sure each one got licked and tickled with several swipes of his hot tongue slowly - so very slowly. He then ran his tongue up and down each every side of Brad's steel hard 7-inch penis, kneading it with his lips, while lightly grasping and jerking it with his hand. His tongue licked and tested the resilience of the shaft by pushing on it, compressing it, with his tongue tip. Gene always loved the taste of a cute sweaty straight boy - and Brad's body tasted good. It was tasteless almost, once the initial sweat was licked away - only once in a while could he detect the slight saltiness from his sweat - and also from the precum He could smell some of the boy's musky odors - and also the smell of his own saliva. Gene loved the smell and taste of Brad's sweat and he searched out more for it. Every time he found a new untouched spot, Brad would let out a low - very quiet moan, sometimes almost a grunt, and his body barely squirming.

It was clear that Brad was loving every moment now of the cocksucking and pleasuring of his young body. He was so carried away and hot that he didn't care who or what was sucking him. The only restraint left was to pretend he was still sleeping - and even that was starting to fall away from the urge to grab Gene's head and fuck his mouth. But he fought that urge - his mind in a daze - the poppers were taking him even higher.

Gene meanwhile was giving Gene's balls loving attention now - hoping they would produce a huge load of cum. unlike the rest of his body, his balls had a nice halo of wiry dark hair. The feeling almost tickled Brad - but he loved it. His scrotum was getting tighter and tighter making is harder for Gene to jiggle around. Brad never had his balls played with like that by anyone. Gene released his hand from the tightened balls.

This boy is ready to cum now, Gene thought. He's ready to explode. Gene could that Brad was approaching an exploding climax by the feel of his balls and that growing rigidness of his body. He gently ran his hand over the light wiry hairs that covered the wrinkled skin of the boy's balls, but not touching the skin directly. Back and forth, almost tickling his sacs - just barely touching the hairs. A light touch. Brad gasped.

For Brad, the feeling was electric - sending shock waves of pure pleasure everywhere in his body. His "sleeping" body was squirming and his nuts started to jiggle in the scrotum as if to escape the soft touch of Gene's fingers.

Brad's could not help to gasp and moan quietly, his body squirming. His tight butt lifted off the bed sheet alittle, and his muscled hairy thighs flexed. His body was begging Gene to make him cum. But Gene wasn't quite ready to do that yet - he figured the boy still wanted more (even if his body wanted to explode).

Gene quickly grabbed Brad's tight ball bag gently, and lifted them up, exposing the hairy damp underside and the hairy path that led to the boy's tight quivering virgin anus. He couldn't get to the hole, but he would lick as close as he could. A lot of straight guys initially freaked out when having their anus touched - that would come later.

Still, seeing this cute straight boy's virgin asshole almost caused Gene to come. He gasped almost - he hadn't seen the boy's asshole (or dick) until the blowjob session started. Gene couldn't resist licking the area from Brad's balls, while the boy let out a very low groan. Gene lapped at the sweaty hairy path slowly, as the straight boy ever so slightly squirmed. He gasped quietly, his stomach growing taut and his thighs more rigid and lifted his body alittle more to give me more access.

Brad couldn't believe how good it felt - he was going crazy with lust. He wasn't a fag but - he didn't care what Gene did. He didn't know where this would lead - he had no idea anyone would want to lick or suck anyone's anus. That seemed too repulsive to Brad. But the area between his ball bag and anus - well - he didn't think that was a sexual pleasure spot - but it was. That didn't seem dirty and he wanted Gene now to lick it more and more. He knew he wouldn't want his anus touched though - that would scare him - and it didn't seem right. But god, Brad thought, this felt so fuckin good. So good.

Gene moved his tongue as far as it would go, and touched just the edge of the boy's asshole area - he couldn't actually reach it, the way the boy was lying on his bed., rigid. It seemed clear to Gene the boy didn't want him to go further - though he could tell he was almost feeling crazy from the pleasuring. He would rim the boy another time - too much would freak him out.

Gene was just happy to be able to tongue the boy this far. He sniffed a very strong sweaty musky odor there. That almost made Gene cum again. The sweat and odor overwhelmed him, darting his tongue up and down the path between the boy's anus and ball bag. Gene finally moved his face away to catch his breath - the taste of the boy still on his tongue. Brad was nearly crazed with lust. He never had this done to him and his stiff dick - if it was possible - was now even slightly longer and even harder.

God, this boy was hot, Gene thought.

Gene moved his lips back up the shaft and then slowly sucked all the way down Brad's stiff meat, locking them in the hairy pubic area near the base of the shaft. He suctioned and probed the shaft and then twirled his tongue lengthwise around the whole tube. He moved his face up and down the shaft, and moved his hot tongue to the cockhead, swirling over both the sensitive head and shaft - hitting every sensitive spot. Gene polished the cockhead, while his warm right hand gently grasped Brad's tight ball sack and then gently pressed his the walnut sized nuts together . The pressure was gentle enough so it didn't cause pain - but just pleasure. Gene jiggled the entire scrotum up and down, up and down, up and down, still squeezing the nuts gently together - making straight Brad aware - very aware of his manhood.

For Brad that almost made him cum. He had to cum now - no matter what he thought, his body now reacted with pure animal instinct for pleasure. His pelvis thrust the hard cock into Gene's mouth - though in such a way it looked like it was involuntary act while he "slept". Well, it WAS an involuntary act. Brad's hard, hard cock started to move in and out through the tight lips of Gene's hot mouth. Gene move his other hand from massaging Brad's tight stomach (and exploring his deep belly button), and began to jerk the shaft (with lubricant) in rhythm with his sucking and the boy's involuntary thrusts, for nearly 20 minutes. Brad had to bite his lip, trying to keep quiet and still pretend he was sleeping. He suffered and moaned, wanting to cum desperately. He was rutting like an animal now, gladly inhaling another hit of the poppers. He couldn't believe the intense feelings.

Each time Gene felt that Brad's hard cock start to almost pulsate and stiffen, he would pull off, and let the moment of climax pass. Gene wanted to extend the session so Brad would enjoy it longer (and so would Gene). Brad would moan quietly - suffering.

To keep Brad's entire body hot and turned on, Gene's other hand would wander back to Brad's taut muscled stomach, enjoying the feel of young muscles going rigid with each snap of his pelvis and then relaxing. It seemed like he was now controlling Brad's manly reactions. All Gene would have to do would be to gently move his fingers around the boy's body. He would play with his pecs and hard nipples, and then sneak a finger or two up his shirt leave to get at his sweaty armpits, finger his navel, while Brad's body squirmed ever so slightly. But Brad was so turned on that if Gene wasn't giving his body enough stimulation, his pelvis would do a slight snapping motion, jabbing his hard cock so the extra friction stimulating that sensitive cockhead would almost make him shoot. Brad's very slight fucking motions would return to the deep, smooth, cockhead-to-base glides that moved Gene's hot lips from the piss slit to Brad's hairy and sweaty loose balls. The sweaty crotch odor would drive Gene crazy.

This was a straight cute boy he was sucking and smelling Gene would think as he continued sucking Brad.

Once down there, sucking the entire cock, Gene would hold for a few seconds and apply extra suction causing the stalk to almost shudder in ecstasy.

Brad's entire body, still pretending to be asleep, began to tightened. His chest and thighs were ways for Gene to see how much he was pleasuring this straight virgin boy. As they got tighter and harder, Gene knew from experience that it would soon be time to let him shoot - but not just yet. He wanted this to be a blowjob that had the boy almost begging. THEN he would come back for more.

After 3 hours, the poor boy was nearly whimpering and moaning - though still asleep. Finally, Brad's whole sweaty body was as rigid and tight as a drum - his toes curled, his fists closed tightly and teeth clenched. Gene whispered, as if talking to himself - but to let Brad hear - "I'm going to make you cum in your sleep whether you want to or not. You are one fucking hot straight guy!!!! God you are sexy! " He gave the boy another hit of Rush.

Brad's body seemed to tighten up even more and was flushed. Gene pulled back on Brad's hard dick, halfway and then tightened the grip of his hot mouth on that tender spongy skin. He started to gently jerk the hard stalk up and down quickly, while his tongue danced just under the boy's piss-slit, leaking with pre-cum. Gene's hand tightly squeezed and jiggled Brad's tight balls, moving them in sync with his jerking and sucking. Brad's walnut sized balls now tightly contracted and ready to explode it seemed.

Gene's other hand jerked the lower shaft, gripping it gently, with lubricant. The hand would ever so often go up all the way to head, polishing it slowly and then quickly jerking down again, and the up. That would make Brad go nuts almost, causing his pelvis to thrust and his cock to leak even more precum. He would stifle a groan - trying hard to remain "asleep". But his body was so turned on and reacting to every touch by Gene that he was becoming impossible to remain "asleep".

God oh god, Brad thought, he was so close now to coming. My god my god. It felt so good so good - better than anything he ever felt. My god, his body felt ready to explode. His head was spinning. His dick, he felt, was harder than ever in his young life. Oh god, he thought. He was going to cum! My god!!!!!!

Brad's dick went ultra hard for a second or two, quivered and made a thrust, and then started to shoot huge loads of cum into Gene's waiting mouth. Gene began sucking the hot sperm out of the boy's shooting cock. He counted the strong shots of cum - one, two, three - as Brad lay there, quietly gasping "ooooooh!!!!" and then grunted and moaned "unnnh unnnnnnh.unnnnnnnh.unnnh", his body taut and rigid. Brad slightly, very slightly arched his back - an involuntary reflex to cumming.

Brad shot at least 11 times, with the last few shots dripping down his steel hard cock, coating the entire shaft with his cum. It created a natural lubricant and his cock - especially his head was even more ultra sensitive to touch now. With Brad's dick now totally covered with his hot cum, Gene knew the next pelvis thrusts of his cock would be his strongest and best. The boy's fucking motions continued rapid fire - four, five, six ---- "unnnnh..unnnnnnh.unnh" His head moved slightly from side to side, his eyes still closed - his face so cute - so beautiful.

Brad's "sleeping" face was now grimaced alittle - his eyes closed tightly, his teeth clenched, though he tried to hide that.. The edge of Gene's palm was pressed against the heavy undercord of Brad's steel hard dick while he squeezed gently the hot juice out of Brad's nuts. Gene loved the feel of Brad's cock, and felt every pulse of that cord which signaled yet another load of hot cum heading for Gene's waiting mouth.

And so it continued, with Brad shooting jet after jet into Gene's mouth until he had to swallow, and swallow again. Brad's jiggled tightened nuts having expended the largest cum load he ever shot. After five or more squirts, the cum stopped shooting out and slowed to a steady flow, leaking out of his piss slit like lava. Gene managed to catch up with his swallowing and licked the shaft and head gently, causing the boy to gasp quietly.

Brad was floating in a sexual high he never before experienced.

Oh god - Jesus, that felt so good, Brad thought, though still in a daze, his entire body flushed and sweaty from the intense and long cum session. Brad's body involuntarily thrashed about and still tried to hump Gene's mouth in a sexy fucking motion. Brad gasped quietly (he tried holding it back to still keep the faÁade of "sleeping") because his ultra sensitive cock head and shaft was still being sucked by Gene.

Gene slowed down the sucking, and slowly calmed Brad down alittle by moving gently his left hand back up to his taut, flat sweaty abs, lightly playing with his belly button. He moved his hand gently in a massage motion around his stomach. Gene then loosened his hold on Brad's sweaty and now loose scrotum, causing a quiet sigh from Brad. Gene then let his hot mouth slide back down the shaft again - slowly, very slowly, the last drippings of his fresh, hot sticky cum still coating it. Gene kept his warm mouth at the base of Brad's still hard dick, moving his tongue around the base of the shaft and giving the entire cock a gentle suction. Brad's body shuddered again involuntarily.

My god, this was too much Brad thought. He wanted this to happen again..god everynight! He was still in a daze.

Brad's entire body started to relax now - his hairy muscled thighs relaxed and he lay there still trying to control his breathing. His eyes remained closed and his mouth was parted alittle, trying to breathe in a deep sleep pattern - though he was still panting alittle. His body glistened from the sweat, which made him look sexy. His hair on his head was matted down. Brad's head lolled back, as if passed out (he nearly was).

Gene very gently continued to sucked Brad's slowly softening cock, though it was still semi-

hard. Though he was careful not to hit any of his ultra sensitive spots, ever so often, Gene would dart his tongue under Brad's cockhead ridge or some other place that was sensitive. That would nearly cause the boy to buckle and moan and kept him hot and full of apprehension.

Brad was so hot and dazed but he was fearful of how long this would go on - and tense because he never knew when or where Gene would touch him next. His body was so sensitive he could barely stand it - but the entire blowjob was incredible to him.

Gene wanted Brad to come down slowly - very slowly from his incredible sexual high. Slowly the straight boy's hard dick softened more and more. He still had a few involuntary thrusts of his softening cock into Gene's mouth - gentle thrusts, that leaked the last of his huge hot load into Gene's mouth. Gene finally licked the last of the white sticky cum from his cockhead (it bubbled slightly on the piss slit). To Gene, any straight boy's sperm would taste good - but Brad's tasted great. It was very hot and it tasted slightly salty and sweet. Gene couldn't get over how hot is was. One more complete suck of the entire shaft and then it was time for Gene to pull off the now limp cock. Brad's sweaty body was now totally relaxed, and his handsome face had the look of utter contentment and innocence. Gene knew he had the perfect roommate. The perfect arrangement. And now, so did Brad.

To be continued

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