After moving to Texas from up north, I reluctantly looked at ads for rooms for rent instead of renting an apartment by myself, and found one that looked promising. It was splitting a 2 bedroom apartment with another guy around my age. We met, everything seemed fine, and shortly thereafter I had moved in.
My roommate Eric and I had similar interests. Playing video games, Netflix and chilling, and our jobs took most of our time. I was lucky in that he was not big on partying, so I didn't have to worry about him coming home drunk at all hours of the night.
I worked evenings while he worked regular day shift hours. It limited the amount of off time together, which was fine. Too much time in close proximity would probably get on my nerves. We both had weekends off, so that was the limit of gaming together. The whole thing just seemed to work for us both, and I considered myself lucky.
I had gotten out of work on Friday night at almost midnight as usual. By the time I arrived home and got settled, it was close to 1:00 a.m. Nothing new captured my attention on Netflix, so I was absently watching a movie I had already seen five times.
I heard a noise and looked over. Eric was just standing at the end of the couch watching the movie. It was a little weird with him just standing there. He hadn't said anything, he wasn't even moving, just standing there staring at the screen.
"Why don't you sit down if you want to watch it." I suggested.
I got no response, not even any indication that he had heard me. He just stood there in his pajama pants and t-shirt staring blankly at the TV.
"Eric, are you okay man?" I asked.
Again, I got no response. His blank stare with glassy eyes was kind of off-putting, but as I started to get up to address it further, he suddenly turned around and went back to his bedroom. Weird, but whatever. I went to bed around 5:00 a.m. with no further sign of Eric.
The next afternoon when I finally woke up, Eric was sitting on the couch playing the Xbox. I sat at the other end and watched for a minute before speaking.
"What was the problem last night? I asked as he continued playing.
"Huh? Problem with what?" he responded.
"You came out and just stood there by the couch watching the TV for a few minutes. I tried to talk to you, but you acted like I wasn't even there, then you went back to your room."
"No I didn't. I don't even know what time you got home." Eric said without hesitation.
I dropped the issue and grabbed the second controller to join the game. The rest of the day was normal for a Saturday. Gaming, movies, food, and more gaming before Eric finally called it a night. It was still early for me, due to my work schedule. I kept the same hours on my off days, since it was tough to readjust if I tried to live on everyone else's normal daytime schedule on the weekends.
At around 2:00 a.m. I was surfing the internet on my tablet while a movie played on the TV. I wasn't really paying attention to the movie since I had seen this one before as well, but I kept it on as background noise.
I heard Eric's door open up and watched him shuffle out and into the living room. Once again, he stood at the end of the couch and stared at the TV.
"Eric?...Eric!!" I called.
He turned towards me with that same blank stare. I wasn't even sure he was looking at me. I grabbed my phone and started recording video for proof.
"Are you okay? Do you want to sit down? Is the TV too loud? I can turn it down if it is." I offered.
He had turned back to the TV and just stood there as I recorded. After a couple of minutes, he turned and went back into his room.
The next day when I finally got up, I was armed with my proof. Eric and I had almost exactly the same conversation of him denying knowing what I was talking about before I showed him the video.
"Well, damn." Eric said as he watched. "I thought I was over that."
"So what's going on? We're you pissed at me last night or something?"
"No, no. Nothing like that. I used to sleepwalk when I was younger, but it stopped and I haven't had a problem in a couple of years. It's usually brought on by stress or fatigue. I'm not sure what's causing it this time. If it happens again, just leave me alone. Don't try to wake me up or anything. I will just go back to bed on my own."
"Alright." I agreed. "You won't try to leave the apartment will you? You don't drive while sleepwalking do you?"
"No, nothing like that," he laughed. "I just sleepwalk a little."
Curiosity got the better of me, and I read a little about sleepwalking. Some info said to just guide the person back to bed, but to wake them if necessary. Other info stated it was dangerous to wake someone who was sleepwalking. I wasn't sure, but Eric said to just leave him alone, so that was the plan.
The bouts of sleepwalking became more frequent. Most times Eric would only be up for a few minutes, other times he would actually sit on the couch and 'watch' TV. A few times he would show up in my bedroom while I was still awake. Whenever I would recount his excursions, he would deny any memory of them. Soon I stopped mentioning them altogether. As the weather turned warmer, it was not uncommon for Eric to wander the apartment without a shirt, or sometimes in just his underwear. A few times he exited his room completely naked. I made sure not to mention anything to him afterwards.
A noise alerted me to Eric's presence. "Here we go again." I said.
Eric was naked except for socks this time. I wondered why he would bother to keep his socks on. He stood beside the couch where I was sitting. I tried to ignore him, but a naked guy just standing there a foot away was tough to dismiss.
I tried really hard to concentrate on the movie playing on the TV, but a new noise got my attention. Eric was stroking his cock not a foot from where I sat.
I turned away embarrassed, but with that glassy stare on his face I figured this was just a new aspect of his issue. Eric soon reached full hardness. His unit was nothing to be embarrassed about, but I didn't need this issue. I turned off the TV and went to bed early. Sure enough, there was no mention of it the next day, so he was blissfully unaware.
These episodes started happening with increased frequency as well. It was up to two or three times a week that he would suddenly appear, jerk himself for a few minutes, and then go back to bed.
Something woke me from my sleep. Looking at the clock beside my bed, it was just after 5:30 a.m. I sat up at the edge of the bed and tried to figure out why I was awake. The glow from the alarm clock showed a slight movement near the bed. Eric appeared right in front of me, his engorged cock already in hand. I tried to back away, but his other hand grabbed the back of my head and pulled me towards him.
"Eric! What the hell are you - mmmph." My rant was interrupted when the sleepwalking Eric shoved his cock into my mouth while I was mid sentence.
I tried pushing him away, but he had the leverage and his iron grip kept my head in place. Eric's assault on me continued as he thrust his hips, fucking my mouth as I sat trapped on my own bed. My hands were holding his hips as he treated my mouth like a pussy he was conquering. I gagged and coughed a couple of times, but quickly learned to breathe through my nose.
As suddenly as it had began, Eric started grunting. His cock exploded into my mouth, launching his hot cum over my tongue and down my throat. He held me in place until his cock stopped shooting, then sighed with relief and turned around to leave the room.
I was coughing and shaking as I tried to come to grips with what just happened. Eric didn't even know he was doing these things. I wasn't going to ruin someone's life over something he couldn't control.
For obvious reasons, I slept like crap. When I finally dragged myself out of bed that afternoon, I simply grabbed some food from the kitchen and retreated back to my room. I stayed there all day, not wanting to deal with Eric. I couldn't face him after what happened while he was completely clueless.
I avoided him for the next couple of days, but his nighttime expeditions still continued. Sometimes it was just him staring at the TV, sometimes it was jerking his cock, but now every time he would shuffle around it would always be sans clothing. There was no telling what he would do until he was doing it.
One night I had laid down and fallen asleep on the couch long enough that Netflix had stopped and the screensaver was on the TV, barely lighting the area. I was woken up by a weight on me. Opening my eyes, I found Eric on top of me, straddling my chest, his hard cock right in front of my mouth again. His hands were on both sides of my head, but he wasn't forcing anything like last time. His cock was barely brushing my closed lips, as if asking permission.
I watched the vacant look on his face as my mouth opened and his cock slipped inside. Eric sighed in pleasure as his member was engulfed by my wet opening. Slowly his hips moved forward and back, each time a little more of his hard but velvet like flesh was allowed in. I wasn't sure why I was letting this happen again. Maybe I feared he would take what he wanted by force like last time. I didn't want either of us to get injured, and fighting it would probably end with that result.
My mouth was accommodating almost all of his hard tool, and Eric was slowly and gently fucking my mouth. His hands were just barely holding my head, as if just letting me know he was ready to take what he wanted if it came to that.
Eric's breathing quickened, and the thrusts of his hips became shorter and more insistent. I knew what was going to happen. I didn't know if I could stop him if I tried. So instead, I just let him have his way. My hand wrapped around the exposed part of his cock and gently stroked him as my mouth continued to provide his night's relief.
