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.