Interesting Way to Be Woken Up

Everyone is 18. This is fiction.

True story from a follower that I fleshed out. Enjoy.

I opened my eyes when I felt something touch my face. It felt like it was a foot accidentally tapping me while stepping over me. It took me a minute to realize I was looking at a naked guy standing over my face. He had a big, red morning wood. It was throbbing, and I think it even had a bead of precum on the end. He was standing with one foot on each side of my face. From my angle directly below him, I saw his ass, taint, balls and cock all at the same time, which was an interesting way of looking at someone. He was standing there holding his phone and aiming his boner forward. When my mind finally processed what I was seeing, I groaned while covering my eyes.

I rolled over and said, “What the hell are you doing?”

Then he squatted down and planted his sweaty taint right on my face. I felt his balls and dick slap against my lips and chin. I spit and sputtered and wiped my face, but couldn't help but laugh.

“My bad,” he said casually, shaking his messy, dirty blonde mop top of hair and stepping off my bed onto the floor, “I needed the light from your window for a pic.” 

“I hate sharing a room with you.” I said, rubbing my eyes and trying to get the taste of balls out of my mouth.

“You love it.” he said, and walked his skinny, naked ass across the hall to the bathroom and shut the door.

Our entire life, Logan never seemed cared about nudity like most people do. And, since we shared a room, I had seen his big dick so many times I could pick it out of a lineup. I had never seen it this close before though. I couldn’t get the image of his veiny, throbbing erection out of my mind. The unfair part is how big he is compared to me, even though he’s a year younger than me. I’d even caught him jerking off a few times times. His infuriating response to me walking in on him was normally, “Gimme five minutes.”

He was naked so much it even started to enter my dreams. It started with a random flash of his little pale ass running through a regular dream, but lately it’s been almost every night, and it includes his cock, big and hard, mocking me.

I decided he deserved some payback for always having his dick out. Before he got back from the bathroom, I whipped out my dick over the sheets and got it hard. I got some porn on my phone playing at maximum volume and went to town stroking. 

He walked into the room and froze when he saw me. I expected him to protest in some way or just leave the room, but he surprised me and just said, "Nice."

Then he hopped into my bed right next to me and said, "What’re we watching?"

Fucker called my bluff.

“You idiot,” I said, giving up since my plan didn’t work, and I started to put my dick away and get out of bed.

“Don’t be a pussy.” He said, and shoved me back down.

“You wanna jerk off with me? You're an idiot” I said, but he was apparently up for a wrestling sesh.

As I tried to get up again he jumped on top of me to hold me down. I tucked and rolled, and almost escaped but then he got me on my back again and sat on top of me, his bare ass on my stomach and his big cock flopping around on my chest. 

“You got this, bro. Keep trying.” He said, laughing and grabbing at my arms.

He acquired wrist control and held my arms above my head. I was ashamed that I was the older one but that he not only had the biggest cock, he also could beat me in a squabble as well. On top of all that, as I struggled against him, his cock flailed around and kept slapping against my chest. I saw it start to get larger. After I gave up, just to add insult to injury, he moved his ass down and started rubbing it on my dick.

“You fucking queer,” I said, “I give up.”

But he continued to taunt me and rub his soft butt on me. My dick started to stir, and it even felt kind of good, but this was so taboo, and wrong. He didn’t say anything, just watched my face, looking for a reaction as he rubbed my cock with his ass until I started to approach full hardness. I saw his cock was growing as well.

“This is weird,” I said, but with my face I told him I liked it.

“Not to me,” he said, then he finally let go of my wrists. Something changed in him. He wasn’t just being dismissive and carefree about flopping his cock around. He had zeroed in on me, and it was, like, weird—I couldn’t look away from him. It was interesting. I had to see what he was going to do, and he had never used this assertive demeanor with me before. I watched him sink down my body, dragging his hands down my chest, my abs, and down to my crotch. I had trimmed pubes, and my cock stuck up full mast. It actually looked bigger than normal, next to Logan’s narrow face.

“What’re you…” I started, but he interrupted me by sticking my cock in his mouth.

“Umm, what, what,” I stammered. It felt so good but this was so taboo, and confusing, and unexpected. He tickled my balls and I squirmed. He let off my cock for a second, and I instinctively pushed his head back down. I guess I do want it, I thought to myself.

He started bobbing his head up and down with gusto. I watched my shaft disappear into his willing mouth repeatedly. He even made himself gag on it. It was getting slimy and it felt like heaven. 

“Jesus fuck” I cursed.

He started using a hand motion rotating around my cock, like he was suddenly some expert on bringing a boy to orgasm. I was so into it I started pounding my hips upward and holding his head tight. I was ready to cum and he could tell. He slipped his hands underneath and grabbed my ass, pulling me in even harder. He groped my cheeks and pulled them apart and even pressed on my hole. Finally, I held him down when I started cumming. My cock spasmed in his throat, and he held tight. I pulled into his mouth, and he milked my last squirts of cum with a suction on his lips and tongue. Finally I relaxed and let my cock fall out of his mouth. I leaned back and relaxed, breathing hard. 

He looked up at me and said, “Thanks, Ethan. I’ve always wanted to do that.”

Then he bounced off the bed, and nonchalantly walked his little ass back across the hall and started a shower, but he left the door slightly open. I heard a call from downstairs, “Breakfast, boys!”

I was struck back to reality. I just sat there in a daze, thinking what the goddamn fuck?