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First, I wanted to talk about this ridiculousness of this story. I know some of you think that Carlos could not have possibly slept through these events. I just wanted to give you a tiny bit of extra information. As far as I was concerned, he never woke up during these events.
If he was not sleeping the entire time, he was extremely convincing. Considering the nights that this occurred it took me many hours to be done, most of that time me being completely terrified, he would of had to have extreme patience.
I actually asked some of my other friends about him and they said he really did sleep very deeply. He had no trouble sleeping for hours on the bus and it took a long time to wake him, even if you tried to wake him up. He had supposedly even slept through an earthquake.
And he never gave any indication that he knew anything had ever happened. Not the slightest change. Even the times that he woke up for a couple of seconds, he never seemed to acknowledge anything happening in the world.
Part 3
Carlos was able to come over the following week. This time I planned on being a little bit more active. I wanted to take him swimming so that I could look at his body while also wasting his energy. Any energy I wasted should make things easier for myself later.
We played in the water for about an hour, relaxing and swimming laps. Sadly, there was very little body contact. Even so, it was still fun and I got to look at his almost naked body, covered only by his swimsuit.
After all of this we went back to the house to get changed. Not surprisingly, we changed in separate rooms. After we were both changed, we as usual went to the living room to play games. We went to play the same game, but something different happened this time around midnight. Instead of staying in the chair, he moved to the couch. Not long after, he fell asleep. He was facing up and I looked him over. He was wearing a cute, although nerdy shirt with PacMan on it. He was wearing cargo pants again. This time he was sagging quite a bit and I was getting a good look at his boxers. The boxers were generic with stripes on them, but they were sexy looking on him. They looked kind of old and worn out.
I wasted less time getting started this time. I called his name and made sure that he was sleeping. I then went over to his crotch and opened up the zipper. What I saw made me gasp. There, barely poking out of his boxers was his penis. I could only see a little bit, but I could tell that he was cut.
I really hoped that he would not wake up. This was by far the most invasive I had been with him so far. I couldn't believe that I could see his penis. I just stared at his penis and face, going back and forth between the erotic sight and making sure that he wasn't waking up. As far as I could tell, he was sleeping very soundly.
I had to have more. I had to see more. I was almost filled with lust. I had to see more of his penis. I had to feel his penis. I took one of my fingers and gently poked the head of his penis. He was completely soft at the moment and his penis still radiated warmth. I gently moved my finger back and forth and to my surprise his penis twitched! I backed off and made sure that he wasn't awake. He wasn't...but I watched in amazement as his soft penis transformed into a fully erect teenage penis. It slid out of his pants and pointed straight up.
If he woke up...I was doomed. How could I possibly explain any of this? He could easily beat me up. Plus...we were at my house. My parents would find out...
While watching this incredibly erotic scene, my penis also twitched. This was the hardest I had felt in a long time. I then became curious as to who was bigger. I was about 6.5 inches long, but how long was he? I got a ruler and attempted to measure him. It was awkward and I had to guess a little bit, but I guessed that he was about 5.5 inches. It made me happy to know that I was bigger, although I was surprised that I was bigger than him.
I gently grabbed his penis. It was extremely hard and extremely hot. I didn't jack him off or anything...that would be too risky. Not that what I was doing wasn't risky or anything....
Suddenly, he thrust his crotch forward a tiny bit. I almost fainted because of this. I looked over and saw that he was still sleeping. At least...I hoped he was. He was still snoring, so I was safe. I might have been giving him quite a dream.
He then rolled to the side, facing the couch. O no! If he did that, I wouldn't be able to play with him anymore. I also wouldn't be able to shove him back into his pants and close the zipper!
I waited a half hour for him to roll back over. Sadly, all he did was roll over so that he was on his stomach. His penis was now rubbing against the couch. Then the most horrifying thing of this entire experience happened. While he was in this position, he appeared to wake up for a few seconds. He lifted his head off of the pillow and looked around, before falling right back to sleep. Fortunately, during this time I was out of his sight, so he never saw me.
I went into a different room and watched him from afar. Perhaps if he did wake up, I could get to bed before he saw me. I waited another 30 minutes for him to make any kind of movement. Finally, he rolled over so that he was facing me. I waited a moment to make sure that he was still sleeping...and then I went over to him. He was half hard at the time and for some reason, I touched him again. Only a couple of pokes and he had a raging boner once again. Great...Now I would have to wait for him to calm down before I could zip him up.
Staring at his raging boner, that was now only inches from my face, gave me a strange desire. I wondered what it tasted like. But there was no way I could do anything...that would surely wake him up. I left the room and paced around the house. When I came back he was still hard. Does he always have a boner? Is he always that horny? Thinking these thoughts got me hard again.. I had never been this hard before. For some stupid reason, I decided to go into the bathroom and get some lotion. I thought it would be funny if when he awoke in the morning and was extremely horny.
I got the lotion and gently rubbed him. I only rubbed him for a few seconds, but during this time I almost came. Doing this made me realize how easy it would be for me to get caught. I stopped rubbing him and washed my hands. I looked back and him and decided that I couldn't go to bed until I had zipped him up. As I stared at him, with my own raging boner, I made a horrible and yet extremely exciting decision. I was going to give him a tiny lick. Just a tiny one. Just a small taste. I made contact with him for a very brief second. I forgot about the lotion and realized that my experiment was going to be futile anyways. I wasn't going to blow him.
I decided that I had done enough. I waited him to...deflate so that I could zip him up. It took 20 more minutes. Does he have constant sex dreams or something? He had an erection for much longer time periods than not.
I was able to get the zipper up this time. I made sure I had left no evidence before I went to the bathroom and had the best masturbation session. I then proceeded to bed.
The story is over...and for the most part the entire story is true. There will be no more chapters, unless I get emails that want me to continue the story and add a part where we have sex, even though it never happened. :(
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