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I grew up in the same neighborhood with my grandparents. I have lots of aunts and uncles on that side of the family and more than twenty first cousins. Every Christmas everyone in the family gathers at my grandparents' home. All but those who live locally stay at my grandparents' house. My aunts and uncles from out of town stay in the bedrooms, and they set up air mattresses and such in the basement for all of the cousins. It is a great time for all of us and we wouldn't miss it for anything in the world.
Mom told me that my cousin Eve wanted to invite her boyfriend, Jake from college to join us for Christmas. The problem was that my grandparents were not comfortable having both of them spending the night in the basement together, so they were wondering whether he could stay at our house. Mom was calling to see whether I would mind sharing my room with him. I told her that was fine with me. I had seen this guy in pictures on my cousin's facebook page, and he was hot. I do not consider myself gay or even bisexual, so it was difficult for me to admit that I was attracted to him and looking forward to sharing a bed with this guy.
I met him soon after they arrived. He came by the house to get introduced to us, and Mom gave him a key to the house. He and Eve took off, and I didn't see him until later that first evening. He didn't arrive until around 2 am. All I know is that I woke up because he had the light on in the bathroom. I turned over and tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn't. Eventually I got up to see what was going on. I thought that maybe he had come in and left the light on and left again. As I approached the door, I could see inside. He was standing in front of the sink naked. His shirt was off, and his pants were clumped at his feet. I stopped before I got close enough for him to notice me. Suddenly I realized that this guy was jacking off into my sink. I couldn't believe it, but I really liked watching him. This guy had an athletic but not really muscular build. I loved his body; it was even better looking than in the pictures. He had one hand pressed against the mirror as he jacked himself. I was hard as a rock by the time I saw him cum in the sink. I quickly headed back to bed, and I pretended to be asleep.
My heart was still pounding when he climbed into bed with me. After having seen the magnificent show, I really wanted to touch that body. He fell asleep pretty soon and started to snore. I was so tempted to reach over and touch him, but I never got up enough courage. I didn't sleep very well that night, and I woke up pretty early. Jake was laying on top of his covers. He was sporting some minor wood in his shorts. Again I struggled to resist caressing the snoring hunk in my bed. It was early, and since he had gone to bed so late, I knew that he wouldn't be getting up any time soon. I was totally hard, so I eventually decided that I had to get out of that bed. I got up to take a shower.
I was almost finished with my shower when the door opened. No knocking, Jake just came right in while I was showering.
"Hey George, what's up?" Jake was standing in front of the glass shower door talking to me as if I weren't totally naked and as if he was standing there in his boxers.
I tried not to flinch and act cool. "Hey good morning. I'm sorry did I wake you up?"
"No not really. You almost done with the shower?"
"Yeah pretty close."
With that Jake turned around dropped his shorts and began taking a piss. He was standing with his legs apart, and I could see his piss stream. I was getting hard, and the clear glass of the shower made it difficult to hide. I shut off the water, and grabbed a towel. By the time I opened the shower door, Jake was right there going in. His body barely brushed my not quite erect cock, but he didn't seem to react at all. He turned on the shower, and I went to the sink. I could see his reflection in the mirror. I needed to do something about my hard cock because I had been thinking about this guy all night, and I was about to bust. I got an idea.
"Hey Jake, you mind if I use the toilet? Sorry, but I really gotta go.
"He looked up as if he'd forgotten that I was there. "Sure, doesn't bother me!"
"I sat down on the toilet which faced the shower door. I held my towel in my lap, and I began to jack myself off while watching this hot guy shower. It didn't take long before I was shooting my load. I let my dick go down, and I grabbed some toilet paper to clean myself up. Jake wasn't paying any attention at all. I got back up and now that I was sure I wouldn't be popping any boners, I decided to go naked as I shaved. About that time, Jake finished his shower and dried himself off. As I had hoped, he followed my example and hung up his towel. He joined me at the second sink on my bathroom counter. We shaved together.
Jake struck up a conversation, "Dude, you snore like a motherfucker.
"I burst out laughing. "Sorry, I guess somebody should have warned you. My roommate and I wear earplugs at night."
"It won't be a problem. Last night I went to bed so late I didn't take the pills I take to sleep. I won't make that mistake tonight. With those you won't be able to wake me up even if a tornado tears through the place.
"I thought it was odd that he took sleeping pills, but I didn't dare ask about it. I just laughed.
"In my Frat, we had a fire drill in the middle of the night, and nobody could wake me up, so they had to carry me out. I never did wake up. I have no memory of it, so I am not sure that they aren't bullshitting me, but it's probably true.
"Of course I was standing there hearing all of this and thinking about my reluctance to touch him while he was sleeping. I knew there would be no way I would be able to resist now. I decided to keep us on the same topic. "So now I'm getting worried. If you can't wake up, then what happens when you've got to take a leak? Please don't tell me that you're gonna be pissing in my bed tonight.
"He laughed. "Dude I haven't pissed in my bed since I was about two-years-old. I don't know, my body just holds it, I guess."
There was a pause, and then he burst out laughing again. "You'll be happy to know that I don't pee in bed, but there have been times that I slept straight through a wet dream. I shoot a pretty big load, and it soaks most of the bed.
"This did not sound exciting to me, and I looked at him with a mixture of concern and horror.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure I take care of myself before I come to bed.
"As I thought about this hot hunk who doesn't even wake up during an orgasm, I got even more excited about what might be in store for that evening. Jake spent the day with Eve, and like the night before, by the time I was ready for bed, he had not come home. I was already plotting in my head, and I was worried that I might not wake up when he returned. If I wasn't awake, I wouldn't know whether he had taken his all-important pill. I began to wonder whether he had been bullshitting me about all of that. I was depending that he would be knocked out tonight. I decided to go see if I could find some pills for sleeping in his stuff in the bathroom. He had a prescription bottle, and I was very proud of myself to think ahead and count how many he had. He had 13 left. That way I could verify that he had taken the pill.
I went to bed, but I had a hard time going to sleep because I was afraid, I wouldn't wake up until the next morning when it would be too late. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I remember was waking up and hearing his light snoring next to me. I went into the bathroom. I was kind of nervous, and I took a piss. My hands were shaking as I went for his pill bottle. I counted and there were only twelve. Paranoia made me think that maybe I had miscounted earlier, but I was pretty sure that he was out for the night.
I climbed back into bed, and I was shivering from nervousness. I waited until I had calmed down, and then I gently moved my hand over to his side of the bed. I touched flesh. No movement. I slid my hand up his body, and there was still no sign that he was waking. I then nudged him and said his name. My plan was if he woke, I would tell him that he was snoring. I kept nudging him, but he was truly out. I then snuggled my whole body up next to him, and I began caressing him. He still wasn't reacting, so I was pretty sure that I was good. I moved my hand down to the front of his shorts. I was sort of hoping that he might be a little bit hard, but he was totally soft. I snuck my hand into his fly, and I felt his moist flesh and some of his pubic hair. I was in heaven. He did not sleep with a shirt on, so I could rub his chest, and I could feel his arms and underarms. I was totally hard. He was lying on his side facing away from me, so nudged him to get him to lie flat on his back. That didn't work, so I decided to tickle him under his arm.
He reacted, and I lay very still next to him for a few moments to make sure that he wasn't about to wake up. His torso was now flat, but his legs were still pointing away from me. I slowly lifted the covers off of him. Still no reaction. I began rubbing and gently lifting his legs apart. I finally got his legs spread open. I crawled into the space between his legs, and I went to work on his cock. It was still soft, and I wanted to get it hard. I began caressing and rubbing it. That made some progress, but not alot. Finally I decided to take it in my mouth. I began giving him a blowjob. I had not really thought about this, and it really wasn't part of my fantasy with him, but once I started his dick began to respond, and I really liked it. I needed to pull his shorts down, but with his legs spread, I couldn't. So I had to lift one leg back over, and then I could pull them down. After I had done this I was paranoid about what I was doing. If he woke up now with his shorts pulled down, I was screwed. It was also going to be harder to pull them back up than it had been to pull them down. I almost yanked them back up and gave up the whole thing. What was I doing?
But here was my chance with this sexy guy. He wasn't going to wake up. I went back to work on his cock and balls. He was getting very hard, and eventually I began to taste a hint of salt. I knew he was close. This guy was still sleeping like a rock. If this guy came, I realized, I was going to have to take it all, or there'd be explaining to do in the morning. I kept on sucking him until I felt the explosion in my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could until I had milked him dry. I little bit had dripped onto his pubes, but I licked that up.
It was so hot, I wanted to blow my load all over his chest. For a moment I thought I would, but I really didn't want to have to lick up my own cum. So I headed to the bathroom, but first I got him dressed back into his shorts, just in case. Roll on tomorrow and a very special Christmas night!
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