Sleeping Frat Brother

Well this happened a few years ago in my fraternity . . . . best time of my life.

Dennis was a couple years older than me, but afterall, we were "brothers." He and I shared the same interests - running, swimming, drinking, and having a good time. We were not roommates in the fraternity house, but would spend a lot of time together. He was about 6' with dark blue eyes, and a close crop of cury brown hair. His smile could light up a room and he had an infectious laugh. The girls loved him and he definitely seemed to be the straightest guy around. We would "double date" quite a bit and I was always jealous of what she was going to get at the end of the night!

Since Dennis and I liked to run - I had the chance to see him in some nice tight running shorts. I always knew that he had a huge cock, since I could see how well he filled out his shorts, as well as his jeans. His broad shoulders tapered down to a set of rock hard abs that seemed to accentuate the bulge below.

We would go running in the morning, but I am NOT a morning person. Dennis would come into my room - dressed in a sweat shirt and the tightest pair of shorts. I would be groggy in my bed - either tired from a late night at the bar, or trying to get caught up on my classwork.

"Wake up little buddy," he would say while poking my foot with his sneaker. "Time to go work off those beers and chicken wings."

I would roll over and pretend to fall back asleep.

Then Dennis would get a bit more aggressive in his attempt to wake me up. He'd run his hands up my legs, and slap me on the ass while I slept in my briefs. Then he'd roll me over and poke his finger into abs telling me, "You are going to get a GUT if you don't get out and exercise!" Suffice to say, many a morning he caught a glimpse of my morning wood before I rolled back over and slipped on a pair of running shorts.

I also had a chance to see how this affected Dennis, as he would run over to the window and look out while "adjusting his junk."

One night near the end of the school year (and Dennis' graduation year) he and I went out with a bunch of our brothers and got totally wasted. We stumbled back to the house and Dennis joined me in my room for a couple of belts of scotch that I had in my room. Pretty soon, we were both passed out on my bed.

I woke early the next morning to find Dennis lying directly next to me. I could hear his deep breathing as I watched his chest rise and fall. I looked down and saw his tight abs leading to a full mound behind his jeans. While I looked at him sleep, I got the courage to roll over and causally put my hand on that HOT mound.

I waited for some form of reaction - either waking up to smack me in the face, or something worst!

I did not move for the longest time, and continued to keep my hand over that manhood which I had longed to see and feel. Our breathing was deep, but gaining in cadence. I applied some pressure to his crotch - ever so slightly - to get a sense of his reaction. Slowly I pressed against the mound until I could feel the outline of cock, and the firmness of his huge balls.

My subtle pressure seemed to have a positive effect, and I could feel the blood fill his hot rod, and snake up one side of his tight jeans. Dennis' breathing became faster and deeper, and I applied a bit more pressure to his growing tool.

I pretended to move again, shifting my weight so I could apply more pressure to his now hard cock. I slid my hand below his shaft and could feel a huge nut sack under his jeans. I gave them a gentle carress, and then noticed that he was nearly rock hard.

I became a bit bolder as I fondled his cock, now running my hand up and down that thick shaft, and running my thumb over the top of his swollen head. He moved slightly to better present himself to me, but I could tell that his jeans were definitely holding his massive tool prisoner.

I moved up to the top of his jeans, and slowly unzipped them - pulling them back to free the monster below. His cock was now fully rock hard and I sensed that he knew exactly what was happening, despite the appearance of being asleep.

I ran my hand over and over his head until his bleach white briefs were soaked with precum. I licked my finger clean and went back to massaging his cock. I had now become more aggressive and reached under the band of his briefs to grab hold of his stiff, wet member. I used his precum to lube his generous shaft, while I used my other hand to cup his massive balls.

His breathing intesified and Dennis was leaking like a sieve. He had not moved (other than the huge growth of his cock), and was enjoying the massage from his buddy.

It was not long before his soaked cock erupted in a shower of cum. I milked his shaft and he continued to shoot stream after stream of sweet, thick, creamy cum all over my bed. He was quietly moaning with pleasure, and his breathing was nearly out of control as I emptied his balls with my feverish beatings.

I could not wait and used my cum covered hand to reach down and release my own load all over the two of us.

Only then, did Dennis open his eyes and smile.

"That was amazing," he said with that devilish grin. "I hope you don't do this to ALL the brothers in the house!"

What I thought was the end of a "college experiment" turned into years of an intense physical and sexual relationship with Dennis. That evening, we continued our celebration with our fellow brothers, but this time, we watched the alcohol intake so when we got back to my room, we did not have to pretend.

However, we still remembered our "first time" and whenever we got together - would always attempt to replay that scene.

Our paths have diverged over the years, but I still think of that terrific morning . . .