— Originally published in Stroke magazine 1989 volume 9 number 2 —
Of course, it had occurred to him several times that Hector may be faking it, or waiting to really humiliate him, but he couldn't stop.
Carlos stared hard in the darkness. That thumping noise was getting louder. Was Hector masturbating across the small room? Carlos felt a wave of panicky despair roll through his belly. He tried peering through slit eyes at him. Was that a movement under the sheet?
Carlos had been staring so long that the room seemed full of furtive, taunting shapes, confusing him and making him question his sanity. Sanity? How sane could anyone who was lucky to manage three hours of sleep a night be? If Hector was jerking off, he could go to sleep and forget about it until tomorrow night. Carlos couldn't leave it to chance--he'd have to check.
It seemed hours to get out of bed and creep a mere fifteen feet to where Hector slept. Carlos' eyes still refused to discriminate between reality and night phantoms, so he brought his trembling hand within millimeters of where he knew Hector's cock was.
Carlos stroked it with the precision of a bomb dismantler. Hector snorted and shifted, then Carlos scampered silently to his side of the room. As he huddled under his sheet, he realized that he had tricked himself once again. It wasn't Hector giving his prick some exercise making that thump-thump-thump; it was his own racing heart.
For several months now Carlos had been sucking Hector's dick. It started when Carlos would wake up early in the morning, staying in bed so as not to disturb the household, and watch the light get brighter in the window over Hector's bed. He would fondle his own dick and look at Hector's piss-swollen prick through the sheet or better, when the sheet had slipped down or been cast aside.
It was better when you could see the cock twitching and lengthening, so eventually Carlos began sneaking over before daybreak and pulling the sheet down. Touching, then sucking just happened after that. But if Hector had jerked off during the night, he'd grumble and roll over, wrapping the sheet around him.
It was starting to get light out. Carlos' pajamas were damp from sweat and the almost continuous leaking from his piss-hole. He could see fine now as he began his second foray across the room. Carlos delicately pulled the sheet down to expose Hector's tool. He knelt by the side of the bed, and with quick, nervous glances at his face, began to handle the heavy, thick prick.
He played with it softly then gradually harder as his lust ran rampant. He leaned close and breathed in that cock odor that made his head spin and his mouth fill with saliva. Hector's snoring sounded normal so Carlos started licking and sucking. The birds hadn't started calling yet so he knew he could take his time. Hector's big, fat prick filled his mouth again and again. His fingers rubbed gobs of spit into Hector's balls. This was heaven.
Carlos had been shocked the first time Hector had cum in his mouth. He had gulped it all down and then looked up at him with fear threatening to empty his bowels. But Hector had slept on, so Carlos assumed that some people could have the thrill of ejaculation while unconscious.
Carlos would get a throat-full of cum just once a week or so, since usually he either got too nervous or creamed in his pajamas. Of course, it had occurred to him several times that Hector may be faking it, or waiting to really humiliate him, but he couldn't stop. If Hector was actually awake it would be too hot. Carlos often wondered what else he might enjoy.
He had been thinking about this and regulating his sucking so it was slow and steady, with just enough teeth to encourage a thick. sticky load, when he noticed Hector's ass muscles contracting.
It took a minute for this to register in Carlos' mind so he slowed down a bit and sure enough the bastard was thrusting oh-so-gently. Carlos held his head still and, sure enough, that big, juicy cock continued to push deeper and deeper into his throat. He was giving him an easy face-fuck.
Carlos' boner expanded even bigger, it was like it was going to split open from the pressure. The excitement of Hector participating (albeit while still in dreamland) made Carlos bolder. He ran his tongue around the thick foreskin and began tapping Hector's asshole with a saliva-soaked finger. Hector's cock was oozing a constant stream of pre-cum, and his hips were rotating as if he were drilling for oil in Carlos' gullet.
Carlos felt his dick throb, so he disengaged himself for a moment and tried to stop the trembling throughout his body. His hand still held Hector's cock, and Hector was jerking himself off in Carlos' hand. And still that rhythmic snoring!
Carlos raised himself from the floor and looked down on Hector--a pool of cum had formed on the bed from his leaking cock-head. Carlos walked on shaking legs to the end of the bed. His rock-hard dick stood out from his body.
He unfastened his pajamas and put one knee next to Hector's pillow. He slowly aimed his cock and even more slowly lowered it toward Hector's mouth. As he ran his dripping dick-head against Hector's lips, he noticed that the snoring had stopped. And slowly, almost accidentally, with all the fluidity of a yawn, Hector opened his mouth — and tasted Carlos' meat.
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