Sleeping Beauty (Patreon)

A story from the Word Game: Sleeping, Friend, Straight - Mark Schmitt 

All characters are 18+

Troy slumped back into the chair and fumbled with his trainers. He hooked his heel to his toe, sliding off the sweaty shoes one by one and sighed contently with his head hanging back.

“I’m getting too old to drink” he mumbled, and I shook my head.

“You’re nineteen” I reminded him, but he was beyond conversation now, we’d been partying since the afternoon.

“I was so close to fucking Megan tonight” he told me, his fingers grabbing at the buttons of his shorts, “why is she such a fucking tease?”

“Because she knows you’re in love with her” I smirked, and in the back of my head I was wondering what person in their right mind would turn down Troy fucking Daly.

He was my best friend, but he was also the hottest guy I’d ever known. He was admittedly a bit of an asshole, and had an ego almost as big as the muscles on his body, but we’d always been close. Not as close as I would have liked, but close enough.

Troy managed to drag his shorts down his chiselled legs and spread them apart to reveal the beautiful mound of meat beneath his white boxer briefs. I was glad that his eyes were closed, because already my own cock began to swell.

“She was squeezing my dick all night, bro” he continued, though his words were becoming more and more slurred by the second, “I was so close to busting a nut”.

Hearing him talk like that was nothing new, but the words accompanying the beautiful sight was making me ravenous. Through the thin material, I could make out the outline of his perfect cock. It was plump and soft, but thick and long, curling over his heavy sack where the helmet was perfectly visible.

“I think I’ll text her” he groaned, and began blindly reaching for his shorts.

“I think you’re better off waiting until tomorrow” I laughed, and held out my hand, “come on, let’s get you to bed”.

We’d been room-mates since we started college a few months ago, and although I’d yet to see my best friend naked, I was getting closer and closer each day. The more comfortable we became around each other, the more flesh that was bared, and I was adamant that before we finished up for the holidays, I’d get what I longed for.

He slumped his large arm over my shoulder and I dragged him over to his bed. The whole thing nearly exploded when the muscular jock landed on it, but he turned around and stared up at me with one eye open.

“You know something, bro?” He said as I helped him with his t-shirt, “if you were a chick I’d fuck the shit out of you”.

The image flashed across my mind and made my cock pulse again, but I scoffed instead. Nobody on the planet knew I was gay, and that certainly wasn’t going to change today.

“That’s the gayest shit you’ve ever said” I joked, throwing his t-shirt across the room, “now go asleep before you get yourself in trouble”.

The words had barely left my mouth when Troy began snoring. I stood over him, staring down at the beautiful specimen below, and pinned my eyes to his full package. God he was so fucking hot.

I trailed his abs, each one sharp and strong. His pecs, rough and perfectly shaped with his soft brown nipples looking back at me. His jawline was stunning too, every part of Troy, right down to his fucking toes, was painfully delicious to behold.

As I turned back to my own bed and began to undress, I considered something. He’d been drinking since three in the day, I’d watched him consume more alcohol than I thought humanly possible, but he was a big guy. There was likely nothing on the planet that could wake him from the drunken slumber that he had fallen into. Nothing.

I stripped down to my own underwear, where my cock was hard and pulsing. Could I really do something so terrible? It was surely the most extreme breach of trust that anybody could do. He was my best friend, and at this moment in time, he was completely vulnerable.

With those thoughts in my mind I looked back over to my unconscious room-mate and enjoyed his body once more. He’d never know. Once I’d finished, that would be it. A one time thing, nothing more.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I was already sneaking across the room. His large chest rose and fell softly as he snored. One hand hung across his stomach, the other on the bed next to him. His crotch was covered only by his underwear and I waited and waited, and waited.

I couldn’t help it. I slid my hand down my under boxer briefs and squeezed my tool. Immediately, a trail of pre-cum dripped down my fist and I knew that I had to do it. I crouched down next to his bed, moving slowly and quietly like a shadow.

I pulled my own underwear off first. It was risky, but perhaps that was what was turning me on. If Troy woke up, that would be the end of our friendship, and possibly the end of my life.

I reached forward carefully, my eyes on his face, until I felt the fabric beneath my fingertips. My heart beat like a drum in my chest as slowly I gripped the waistband and began lowering Troy’s underwear.

A wash of short black stubble appeared first. He groomed himself regularly, that much was clear. The base of his sleeping cock became visible next, fat and soft. My own one was spilling fluid onto the wooden floor between my knees, but it was his that had my attention now.

His shaft was exposed next, wrinkled due to it’s flaccid state, the edges of his full balls, as smooth as the rest of him, and finally his pink helmet, circumcised with the faint hint of the scar remaining.

I let the waistband hug the underside of his balls, pushing his package up and extending it slightly. That was it. I’d gotten what I had wanted, I should have left it at that, but now I was hungry for more.

What did it matter if I simply touched it? He was asleep for crying out loud, he’d never know either way.

Once again, my body reacted before my brain did, and my hand closed softly around his meat.

I felt his pulse in it, thumping gently with each heartbeat. With one hand around his and one hand around mine, I began to stroke.

I wasn’t sure what a sleeping man’s reaction would be to such stimulus, but it didn’t take me long to find out. Troy began to stiffen in my grasp, and as I stared at his growing member in awe, I wondered what was going through his mind.

Perhaps he was dreaming of Megan, picturing her on his cock instead of his closeted room-mate. For a moment, the guilt hit me, but it didn’t stay for long as a new idea pushed into my mind.

I’d given up trying to convince myself to be a good person and leave my sleeping room-mate alone. It had gone well beyond that now.

I lifted his manhood up in my fist, and gently lowered my face down onto it until his slightly salty glans slid into my mouth.

It was like a spark of pleasure that burned through me. He tasted exquisite as my tongue slid up and down, twirling around his hard shaft and lapping at his frenulum. He grunted, and I froze, but my best friend went right back to snoring, and I went right back to sucking his cock.

I don’t know how long it lasted. It felt like time had stopped as I pleasured us both, until I felt my orgasm rapidly approach.

I considered shooting it across the floor and cleaning it up afterwards, but Troy’s cock had made me feral. Even the idea of sliding my pole into him had crossed my mind, but I doubted that he’d stay sleeping with a seven inch prick in his hole.

I let his wet, hard cock slip out of my mouth and splat onto his groin, and got to my feet. I bit down on my bottom lip as my hand pumped my rod vigorously, and as my body began to clench, I leaned forward and a surge of thick cum burst from my cumslit and splashed across his cock.

The second one was even larger than the first, drenching his smooth balls in white. More of it flowed, squirting all over Troy’s exposed junk, until finally I was drained, and I stared down at the naked young man with a terrible feeling of guilt running through me.

What had I done? Even if Troy never found out about this, I’d betrayed him. Not only had I betrayed him, but I’d defiled him. I looked down at the wet mess that I’d deposited all over my best friend and groaned as quietly as I could. I was a monster.

There was no point trying to clean him up now. I wanted to be done with it, and the more I touched him, the worse I’d feel. I pulled his boxer briefs back up over his wet meat and turned to go to bed before I felt a hand around my wrist and my whole world came crashing down around me until Troy spoke.

“You’ve had your fun” he whispered, “now it’s time for me to have mine”.