Even drunk, Lee sounded so confident and sexy. It sounded like a group of guys I heard at least three different voices, and one of them I could easily recognize as Lee’s, the hot guy who lived right next to me, and the guy who had slapped his big, nine inch dick across my face three days ago. Outside our room, I heard noisy, drunken laughter in the hallway. In a couple of hours, the sun was going to rise. Except I didn’t know how much later that would be. My dick kept aching, but I didn’t want to jack off.
I listened to Brent breath softly as he slept. I could still feel his silky tongue on my shaft, the way the head of my dick kept rolling over his tongue ring, the way he took my entire dick all the way into his mouth and swallowed every drop of my cum kept repeating in my imagination, and I couldn’t go to sleep. Thoughts of Brent sucking my cock, not more than an hour ago, kept replaying in my mind. I refused to touch it, hoping that it would just go down so I could go to sleep. My own dick was still iron hard, poking against my pajama bottoms. I wanted to know how his cum felt like as it rolled on my tongue. He was naked underneath those blankets, and I wanted to know how his dick tasted. While he was sleeping, I seriously considered getting up in the middle of the night, going over to Brent’s side of the room, and sucking his dick.