Licking Him Awake

Mason had had eyes on his roommate, Lance, ever since the two moved in together last semester. However, Mason knew that there was not a chance in hell he would ever be able to divulge this secret to him.

Lance was your typical no-nonsense kind of college guy. He was a college sophomore, not that that mattered, since his attention was hardly ever put towards schoolwork. He was not a stranger to paying a nerd to do his homework for him while he went out and partied. To put it simply, Lance's life was simply a frenzy of house parties, beer funnels, fake id's, hot chicks, gym sessions, and occasionally a class or two.

And Lance was hot. The kind of guy that you see walking down the street, and you just have to turn around for a second look. How could you not?

Lance was tall, 6'3"-6'4" at best. His body was perfectly proportioned, with every muscle crafted by Lance to be just the right size. His pecs were large and square, his stomach was divided into 6 perfect abdominals, and all of this was completed by his stellar v-line that acted as an arrow pointing to his concealed manhood. His arms were huge, as were his legs, and both were impeccably vascular. His body hair was limited to a light dusting on his arms and legs, but nothing more. Lance was perfect in every sense of the word - from his chiseled, symmetrical face all the way down to his size 13 feet.

Mason was equally as attractive as his roommate, making the two quite the pair. Mason, shockingly, was taller than Lance, though not by much. Mason was keen on keeping his body in tip-top shape and, as a result, was also a well-built, muscular young man. But unlike Lance, Mason was less of a maniac.

Although not a stranger to a night out, Mason much preferred to keep his nights in. Furthermore, Lance was respectful, cool-headed, and humble - much unlike Lance. Lance was prone to being smart-mouthed, cocky, and quick-to-anger (even if he wasn't aware of it). But opposites attract, which is part of the reason why Lance and Mason make such great roommates. Mason calms Lance, and Lance hypes up Mason. It was the perfect balance.

But deep down, Mason was harboring a burning secret: he was attracted to Lance. Before college, Mason had never once suspected that he would be gay, or even bisexual. Up to this point, Mason had regularly participated in hypermasculine activities, and blended in quite well. He had a serious girlfriend through most of high-school, but the two wound up falling out due to long-distance come college.

Since both boys were bachelors, it was frequent that girls would be brought over to the apartment for a quick hookup. If one boy ever saw a sock on the handle of their roommates bedroom door, they knew exactly what to do: keep out. 

But as the time went on, Mason was bringing girls home less and less frequently. His eyes longed only for Lance. Soon, Mason began envying the young women that Lance was bringing over. Listening to the women's ecstatic moans and screeches of pleasure as Lance drove his manhood in and out of them simply drove Mason insane. He would sit in his room, ear against the wall, imagining what Lance looked like in that moment.

He would imagine Lance's cock sliding in and out of her. 'What did it look like? What did it taste like?'. He would imagine the view of Lance's muscular back flexing with each stroke, and his large ass moving up and down with each powerful thrust. He would imagine Lance's strong hands and thick fingers being used as tools to bring a woman to orgasm, something that Lance was quite the expert in doing.

This is when Mason began secretly indulging in gay pornography. The sight of two handsome, muscular men getting at it was enough to make Mason cum almost instantly every single time. Often times while jerking off, he would catch his mind wandering off, imagining that the two actors on screen were him and Lance. This thought typically made his orgasms significantly more explosive.

Mason's fantasies began growing exponentially. But up to this point, Mason had only ever seen Lance shirtless, and that wasn't enough. He wanted more.

And he was gonna get more. No matter what.

One thing that both boys were aware of was that Mason was the stronger and bigger of the two. This was rarely discussed, as it was a giant bruise to Lance's ego. Lance enjoyed being the biggest, strongest man in a room - and he always was, except for when he was at home.

So now, it was time for Mason to use that power.

"I'm just gonna take some pictures of him." Mason whispered to himself while pacing in his room, phone in hand. "I'm just gonna take a picture or two. That's all. Nothing more, nothing less."

As Mason repeated this mantra to himself, he could fear the faint sound of snoring coming from the neighboring room - a clear indicator that Lance was fast asleep. This was perfect. All Mason had to do was sneak in the room, snap a few photos of his scantily clad roommate, sneak back to his room, and jack off to the photos for eternity. No harm, no foul.

After finally finding the courage, Mason quietly opened his bedroom door, tip-toed down the hall, and gently creaked the door to Lance's room open. A sliver of light flooded the room and cast itself onto the sleeping Lance. As Mason fully entered the room, he got a better look at his sleeping roommate - the sight of which made Mason feel woozy.

Lance was asleep on his stomach, hugging tightly onto a pillow he was clutching beneath his chest. The young man was clad in only a pair of white boxer-briefs and nothing else. Lance's gigantic muscle ass was barely contained by the thin fabric, and looked as if it was about to burst out at any given moment. His giant, semi-hairy legs were sprawled out below him, giving sight to his massive quads, calves, and feet. His upper-body was slightly covered by a stray blanket, but still allowed his wide, muscular, and well-defined back to be visible.

Quietly, Mason pulled out his phone. He aimed the camera directly at his sleeping roommate, and snapped a photo. Simply glancing at the photo he had just taken, Mason felt a raging erection begin growing in his pajama pants. The photo was perfect - and put Lance's entire muscular frame on perfect display.

"Okay," Mason thought to himself, "Just one more..."

Mason placed the camera in between Lance's feet, allowing him a perfect shot of Lance's ass and taint area. From this angle, Lance's massive bulge was now visible. With a quick tap, Mason had captured the view on his phone, but his thirst for more was yet to be quenched.

"Time to leave." Mason thought. "You got what you wanted. Leave before you get caught!"

But Mason acted defiantly against the voices in his head, and before he knew it, his hands were reaching for the waistband of Lance's boxer-briefs. "What are you doing?" Mason inadvertently thought, "Stop! This is going to get you in trouble!"

But Mason kept going, gradually sliding the white briefs right off of Lance's body, all without waking him. Before he knew it, Lance's muscular ass was now on full display for Mason's enjoyment - and what a sight it was. It was big, muscular, and slightly hairy. As Mason continued yanking the underwear from his body, Lance's cheeks recoiled ever-so-slightly. Impressive, considering how Lance himself had very low body fat.

Snap! Mason took another photo of Lance, ass out. But still, he wanted more. Mason knelt on the bed gently, as to not awaken Lance, and gradually lowered his head towards Lance's ass. Saliva began building up on Mason's tongue at the sight of this straight man's luscious behind, but he knew not to touch. It was a miracle that Lance hadn't woken up yet, but still, why risk it by touching him?

Mason aimed his nose mere inches away from Lance's ass, and inhaled deeply. God, it smelled amazing. Lance clearly kept himself clean, as his ass smelled of body wash, day-old cologne, and slightly of sweat (likely from his gym session earlier in the day).

The smell broke Mason. He couldn't take it anymore. Throwing any and all caution to the wind, Mason shoved his face right between Lance's ass, and began ferociously licking at the tight, semi-hairy hole in between.

Lance immediately woke up with a screech, as the wet, foreign sensation began rummaging through his body. "What? WHAT THE FUCK?" Lance angrily cried out, attempting to wiggle himself away from the invader.

But Mason persisted, using his superior strength to his advantage. He continued lapping, licking, and circling Lance's hole with his tongue, despite Lance's best efforts to get away.

While still attempting to beat off the invader, Lance managed to click on the light next to his bed. Peering over his shoulder, the identity of the invader was finally revealed to him. "Mason?!" Lance cried out ferociously, "What the fuck are you doing?"

But Mason didn't respond. Instead, he began tonguing Lance's hole harder, and wrapped his strong arms tightly around Lance's waist. Lance reached back and attempted to pry Mason's head out from between his cheeks, but his attempts were futile. Mason was locked in place, and was not going anywhere anytime soon.

Lance couldn't deny that the rimming felt good - too good. He tried desperately to stifle his moans, not wanting to cue to Mason that he was secretly enjoying this, but that wasn't an easy task. As Mason aggressively rammed his tongue against Lance's ultra-sensitive opening, he couldn't help but cry out at the sensation.

Mason began taking mental notes of what motions and methods made Lance go the most crazy. A gentle lapping barely made Lance flinch, and a flat-tongue only made him moan. But what did drive Lance crazy was a healthy combination of tongue-punching and hole-circling, so much so that Lance screamed into the air like an animal being slaughtered.

Soon enough, Lance was wriggling and writhing on the bed, but no longer from a desire to get away. "Dude, why the fuck are you doing this?" Lance snapped.

"Shut up, you know you love it." Mason fired back, finally pulling himself from between Lance's legs. "I hear you moaning."

"So what?" Lance spewed, "I can't control what my body enjoys!"

"Tell you what." Mason said, smiling deviously. "If you can go 30 seconds without making a single sound, I'll stop. Deal?"

"Ok. Deal!" Lance agreed, feeling confident in his ability to self-control.

But the moment that Mason returned his face to Lance's crack, the pleasure was off the charts. Every fiber of Lance's body tingled as his hole was subject to this onslaught of stimulation. He could feel a moan bubbling up in the back of his throat, but did everything he could to suppress it, and Mason could sense his struggle.

"That's right." Mason teased between breaths, "Let it all out."

Lance did everything he could to maintain his composure. He gripped the sheets between his fingers, gritted his teeth, squinted his eyes, and desperately tried to conjure up the least erotic thoughts he could manage. But nothing worked.

And then Mason hit a sweet spot, and all control was thrown out the window. As Mason attacked the sensitive spot with the tip of his tongue, Lance resumed to moaning and crying out like an animal in distress. The pleasure was simply too much for him to bear. Despite his dozens of sexual encounters with women, Lance had never once felt anything this good. It was truly bittersweet.

"Holy fuck! That feels so good!" Lance finally broke, a dribble of drool slipping from his mouth and running down his cleft chin. Lance, who was now fully hard, began rocking his hips back and forth on the bed, giving his cock the stimulation it needed.

Soon enough, Lance's heart began to pound and his body began to sweat as if he were running a marathon. His tan skin began to turn red and sweat began to form all over. Sweat formed on his traps, ran down his lats, before slipping off the nape of his back and absorbing into the sheets. He was a wreck, a shell of the strong man he had been just minutes ago, but was growing to love every single millisecond of it.

His legs shook. His body convulsed. His dick was leaking pre-cum like a broken faucet. It was a bit much, too much.

Sensing Lance's increasing enjoyment and acceptance of the situation, Mason pulled himself out from his cheeks, much to Lance's frustration. "Wh- What are you doing?" Lance cried out desperately, "Keep going!"

"Keep going?" Mason teased. "Just a few minutes ago you were pissed and asking me to stop."

"I changed my mind! Please keep going!" Lance pleaded.

Mason began gently fondling Lance's squishy ass. "I want to try something different."

"What?" Lance said with a nervous twitch.

Mason held his index finger up to his mouth, and hocked a good amount of spit onto it. With that, he began gently running the finger up and down Lance's crack. "You wanna get fingered, big boy?" Mason whispered.

"I don't think so." Lance murmured, "I liked what you were doing before."

"C'mon. It will feel good!" Mason assured. "I'll only put in one finger, and we'll go slow."

"I really don't think so." Lance affirmed.

"Pleeeeaaaaseeee." Mason cooed, beginning to gently rub the head of Lance's pre-cum soaked cock. Lance let out a long, deep groan as Mason ran his thumb in a circular motion over the head, while using his remaining fingers to grip the swollen member. "What if I do this while I finger you, then will you let me?"

Hypnotized by the pleasure, a smile spread across Lance's face. Unable to form any cohesive words, Lance simply nodded his head 'yes'.

With permission granted, Mason slowly placed a finger at Lance's opening, while still rubbing Lance's cock. With great caution and care, Mason slowly began inserting his finger into Lance. Thankfully, the intense rimming session had loosened Lance's virgin hole to a point where insertion was significantly easier.

To Lance, the finger didn't feel like much at first. It didn't feel good, but it didn't feel bad either. It just felt like what it was - a finger up his ass. "Uh... is this supposed to feel good to me or something?" Lance asked, genuinely confused.

"It will. Just give it a moment." Mason reassured, inserting his finger further. Mason was on a mission, and he knew exactly what he was searching for - Lance's prostate.

Mason had only recently learned of the prostate through his recent gay porn obsession, but he still had a fairly good understanding of what it was. Even though the prostate had an actual biological function, Mason thought of it only as the 'male g-spot', though he had never actually made any effort to confirm this theory for himself... until now.

Lance's mind began to wander as Mason continued poking and prodding around inside of him. Unlike Mason, Lance had absolutely no idea what was going on. "Dude, can we just go back to the rimming. I'm getting bored of thi- WOAH!"

Lance was cut off by a sudden lightning bolt of indescribable pleasure that shot through his body. Although it only lasted for a fraction of a second, it was enough to permanently change Lance's feelings off ass-play. Lance's hips bucked, and a solid shot of pre-cum splattered onto the sheets. "Dude... what was that you just did?" Lance groaned.

"Oh, I thought you were getting bored?" Mason teased, tapping the sensitive spot once again, only for an instant. Lance jolted and screamed once again, as that same pleasure rushed through his body. "You don't seem so bored now." Mason continued.

Mason tapped the spot again, and again, and again, never letting Lance experience the mind-boggling sensation for more than an instant. Each time Mason touched it, Lance would react as if he were getting tased. He would twitch, jolt, and scream, before instantly returning to a relaxed state when the stimulation ended.

Then, Mason went for it. He drove his finger deep into the sensitive spot, and began aggressively and consistently massaging it. Lance lit up like a firework on the Fourth of July. Words cannot even begin to describe the life-changing, mind-numbing pleasure that began to spread through Lance in that moment.

Deep and inhuman-esque moans began rushing from Lance's drooling jaw as his prostate was thoroughly and continuously massaged by Mason. He clawed violently at the sheets, bit hard into his clenched fist, but nothing was enough. The pleasure was too intense, and Lance was loving every single second of it.

Mason, determined to make Lance cum, removed his hand from Lance's cock to put more attention onto his ass. Lance was so caught up in the prostate massage that he didn't even notice. At that moment, Mason quickly inserted his middle finger into Lance's ass, and resumed rimming him at the same time.

Lance's already intense pleasure only doubled as Mason began rimming him once again, while simultaneously rubbing hard against his prostate. Despite this being his first encounter with another man, Mason was playing Lance like a pro. There was no doubt in Mason's mind that Lance was simply not going to be the same person after this life-altering experience.

Lance yanked his fitted sheet so hard that it ripped beneath him, damaging it permanently. His eyes rolled deep into the back of his head as those deep, ecstatic screams continued pouring from him. He was drenched in sweat, and every single muscle in his body was flexed to it's absolute max, as his body attempted to cope with the pleasure.

"YEAH? I THOUGHT YOU WERE FUCKING BORED?" Mason screamed into Lance's ear. "YOU DON'T SEEM SO BORED NOW!"

Lance attempted to muster up a response, but simply couldn't stifle his moans long enough to do so. But there was one sensation that Lance was beginning to grow very aware of - an unfamiliar sensation is his groin. It felt as if he was about to cum. But how? His cock wasn't being stimulated at all. Panic-stricken, Lance began to come slightly back to reality.

"M- M- Maaaason. Something- Something's wroooong." Lance heaved between his moans.

"What is?" Mason said, feigning concern but not letting up on the prostate play.

"I think - I think I'm gonna cum!" Lance cried. "But- but that can't be right? You aren't touching my dick? I can't cum! Right?"

"I don't know. Let's find out!" Mason proclaimed. With that, Mason began massaging Lance's prostate harder than he had ever before, and resumed rimming Lance's ass.

Then, something strange happened. In that moment, Lance began to have an out-of-body experience due to the sheer physical effort his body was going through. In an instant, Lance felt as if he was watching the sexual encounter from a corner of the room, and was now able to get a perfect view of Mason and himself on the bed.

Lance saw himself sprawled out on the bed, his large and muscular frame covered in a thick sheen of sweat. His skin was beet-red, and the veins in his arms and face were pressing up against his skin. Lance then saw his face, a perfect reflection of the sensations his body was feeling. Eyes white, jaw open, fully covered in sweat, drool, and tears.

And just as quickly as it came, it went away. Lance's consciousness returned to his body. That was when he heard Mason whispering into his ear.

"3... 2... 1..." Mason cooed.

Then, Lance began to orgasm.

Thick shots of white cum sprayed out from Lance's swollen cock like a runaway firehose. His muscles tensed, his body convulsed involuntarily, and the world around him began to grow faint. Lance faded in and out of consciousness as Mason refused to let up. If he had the choice, Lance would spend the rest of his life in that exact moment. It was the most euphoric, pleasurable experience he had ever felt in his life.

Mason finally removed his fingers from Lance, depriving him of stimulation for the first time since they began. Lance pulled himself up to the top of the bed, hurdled into a ball, and continued convulsing as the orgasmic sensation continued ringing through him. Mason moved up next to him, and embraced the young man in his arms.

"You alright?" Mason asked.

"I- It still feels like I'm cumming!" Lance cried out as his body continued convulsing in Mason's arms.

"Wow, really?" Mason inquired, genuinely shocked. "Well, you're not. You already came!"

Lance glanced over his shoulder to meet Mason's gaze. It was clear to both boys that a hunger still remained between them. They were not yet satisfied.

"Fuck me." Lance whispered.

"You serious?" Mason asked.

Without a word, Lance shot up and sat himself doggy-style in front of Mason. "Fuck me right now, or so help me God!" Lance screamed.

Mason pulled himself up and placed himself directly behind Lance. Mason slid his pajama pants down around his legs, then pressed his cock against Lance's opening. "You sure you're ready" Mason inquired.

"Fuck me as hard and as fast as you can." Lance assured.

And with that phrase, Mason shoved his cock fully inside of Lance in one swift motion. "Holy FUCK!" Lance screeched, as that same euphoric feeling rushed through him again. Except this time, it was way, way better.

If taking Mason's fingers was the battle, taking his cock was the war. Just when Lance thought it couldn't get any better, Mason's cock began violently bashing against that sweet spot right inside of his anus, driving Lance to the moon and back.

Mason fucked Lance hard and fast, just as he had requested. The muscular man writhed beneath him, screaming and crying into his now-ripped sheets as unprecedented levels of pleasure began ripping through him.

And before he knew it, Lance was cumming again. As Mason continued violently pounding him, more ropes of cum began shooting out from his cock. And just as he began to settle down from his second orgasm, a third one began.

Lance's mind simply couldn't fathom what was happening. He had ascended from a state of constant pleasure to a state of constant orgasms. The moment that he would begin to settle down from one orgasm, another one would begin. There were no breaks, there was no rest. Just orgasm after orgasm. Even when Lance swore he was done, and there was no possible way he could cum again, Mason would hit that sweet spot just right, and he would be shooting ropes again as if he had never stopped.

Mason himself was also lost in the pleasure. Lance's hole was warm and incredibly tight, which made for an amazing fucking experience. The sight of Lance's ass jiggling with each thrust, and the sound of his balls slapping hard against Lance's taint drove him crazy. This was better than anything he had ever seen in those silly pornos he used to watch. This was so much better.

Mason began pumping harder and harder, faster and faster, determined to cum inside of the insatiable bottom's ass. Lance, who was easily on his ninth or tenth orgasm at this point, began pleading for his roommates cum to flood his ass.

"CUM IN ME! PLEASE FUCKING CUM IN ME!" Lance hissed, beyond desperate for the feeling of another man filling him up.

Just a few pumps later, Lance got his wish. Mason let out a loud, animalistic cry, before his own orgasm finally began. As the floodgates of cum opened and began filling Lance's insides, he began to experience one final orgasm himself. Both boys fell into the bed, body's intertwined, as they both came simultaneously.

Then, it was done. Mason slid his cock out from Lance's ass, admiring the way the white liquid seeped out from his opening.

The room stunk of sweat. The sheets were torn, and covered in copious amount of cum, sweat, and drool. It was over. Mason finally got what he wanted.

"That was fucking intense." Mason said, breaking the silence. "You okay?"

"I- I don't think I'm ever gonna be the same." Lance laughed, still recovering from his previous ambush of orgasms.

"Me either." Mason said, before hopping off of the bed.