CAUGHT DRUNK
You quietly walk out of your room in the middle of the night. You have been awoken from your deep slumber for some reason, and now you want to go to the kitchen to get something to drink.
As you are heading to the fridge, you are halted by the sound of someone moaning from the living room. You decide to check who or what it is. To your surprise you find your college roommate Earl lying on the couch, wearing only his soiled tightie whitties.
From the looks of it, your roommate is drunk. He must have had too much alcohol at the party he went to earlier that evening. He probably was too wasted to even get to his room.
You observe Earl, your hunky, athletic, alpha-male, straight-as-an-arrow roommate, almost naked, mumbling unintelligibly in his half-sleep.
You have been lusting for Earl as soon as you knew that he was your roommate. He has been the object of your masturbatory fantasies.
However, you are too scared to reveal your attraction to him, because a straight guy like him would most likely be disgusted to find out that his roommate is secretly perving him. So, you maintain your straight image whenever he is around.
But your resistance crumbles, seeing Earl helpless and barely covered on the sofa in front of you.
Earl reaches his hand under the front of his briefs and fondles himself. To your surprise, he mutters your name.
Your jaw drops, as you wonder why you are in his a part of his seemingly erotic dreamscape. He keeps calling out your name as his hand further reachers for his ass. He starts poking his hole.
"Oh, yeah. Fuck me dude. Fuck me," he grumbles between ecstatic moans as he fingers himself.
You remain standing there awestruck, doubting the reality happening in front of you. There is just no way that Earl has the hots for you!
Earl opens his eyes. His mouth opens in surprise as he sees you watching his lewdness. But instead of stopping, a naughty grin crosses his face. He looks squarely at you as he continues mumbling his request:
"Fuck me, dude. Fuck me."
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