Date: Sun, 6 Jan 2019 18:03:12 -0500
From: faultyfurnace@gmail.com
Subject: Sleeping Straight Roommate part 1

	One of my roommates, name of Greg, was a heavy drinker, and would
often stay out far past when the rest of us would go to bed. Often, he
didn't even make it to his bed, instead opting to pass out on the couch,
not even bothering to undress or even take off his shoes. I honestly found
it a little annoying, but he was a nice guy in general, so I learned to put
up with it. Besides, I did my fair share of partying and understood his
impulse.
	Our house didn't have any air conditioning, so summers were pretty
sweltering despite the many fans. As a result, we took to going around the
house in just our underwear. He was lightly hairy, with a dense patch in
the center of his chest and surrounding each small brown nipple, with a
fuzzy stomach and a hint of of wild pubic hair peeking from the waistband
of his tight, usually light grey boxer briefs. They showed off a bulging
mound of flesh, stuffed with his cock and balls. We would sprawl out on the
couch together, and his bulge seemed even bigger with his legs spread
open. It was hard not to stare at the huge lump contained in his underwear,
and my own cock would often be in a state of semi erection around him,
though I don't think he noticed.
	One morning I came down early to find him on the couch. It had been
a really warm night, so he was just in his underwear, his clothes laying on
the floor next to him, with not even a blanket to cover him. His furry
chest rose and fell as he breathed, his handsome bearded face looking so
peaceful in his sleep. And there in his tight gray underwear was a huge
tent, his morning wood bulging out into the air.
	I knew from past experiences of puttering around the kitchen when
he was on the couch that he was a very heavy sleeper after a night of
drinking, almost nothing I did, no matter how loud, was enough to wake
him. I slowly moved forward towards the couch, drinking in the sight of my
hot roommate with raging morning wood. I reached my hand out, and
tentatively stroked the clothed erection. It twitched and pulsed a little
at my touch, and I could feel a thick, hard shaft there. Tracing my fingers
around the imprint of his big head, I could feel him throbbing, and a small
bit of precut stained his underwear.
	I knew I shouldn't, but I had to see how far I could take this. I
reached my fingers up to his waistband and slowly started pulling it
down. I could see his wild pubic bush first, then the thick root of his
hard cock. I kept pulling them down and then suddenly his cock just bounded
out of the fabric. It was incredible, easily 8 inches and so thick, topped
by a an even thicker, flared head. The smell was intoxicating, a heady mix
of precum, sweat, and dried piss. I tucked the waistband under his large,
hairy balls, the size of large eggs. They shifted in his sac as they were
exposed to the warm air, rolling around gently of their own accord. I
leaned in to take a deep whiff, exhaling my hot breath on the root of his
cock where his balls hung from. A bead of precum oozed from his fat head ad
he sighed in his sleep.
	Locking my eyes on his closed ones, I leaned in close, giving a
single light lick on the underside of his head, gathering the sweet precum
from the tip. He groaned a little and involuntarily flexed his hips upward.
	Keeping my eyes on his face to make sure he wasn't waking up, I
moved a little further down and gave a long wet swipe of my tongue across
both of his massive balls. Though I so badly wanted to, I kept myself from
really giving it my all, concerned about rousting him. Anyway, he seemed to
be close given how tightly his balls were pulled against his shaft now. I
continued licking and breathing against his balls and engorged shaft,
gathering his precum as he continued to gush it. by now his hips were
straining much harder, thrusting his erection up against my tongue or up
into the air.
	Finally, his breathing got heavier and faster, lightly mixed with
small whimpers, and I pulled back to watch him shoot. Thrusting up into the
air on every shot, he emptied about 12 thick ropes of white cum on
himself. The first shot got as far as his beard, the other splattering
gradually farther down his lightly furred chest, hairy stomach, and finally
the last couple shots gushed out of him, landing right in his dense pubic
hair. Some of the shots on his bare skin were heavy enough for me to hear
them splat as they landed.
	I decided I was really pushing me luck, so I gently took his hand
and curled it around his glistening, deflating cock, hoping he'd think he'd
jacked himself off in his sleep, and quietly exited the room.
	Making my way as silently as I could back up the stairs, I waited a
few minutes before descending again, making as much sound as I normally
could. I could see on the couch that as I was coming down he was waking up,
his hand still around his dick. Coming to, he glanced down and saw the
state he was in, then shot his head back up at me, a look of embarrassed
confusion on his handsome, bleary face.
	"Had a wet dream bro?" I smirked at him, "Must have been pretty
horny last night."
	"Uh... yeah I guess man," he lightly chuckled, still embarrassed
but not really making moves to cover himself. "Sorry you had to see me like
this," he said, as he grabbed his shirt to mop up the cum still clinging to
his hair and skin.
	"We've all been there, man," I assured him, "but maybe next time I
could help you out?" I said, disguising my seriousness with a mock tone of
flirtatiousness.
	"Haha yeah man, maybe," he replied jokingly, but I swore I could
see his soft cock give a slight twitch. Maybe I would be able to give him
my all, next time...