Tenzurr, the sleep demon, was an expert in moving around unnoticed. Sucking off Danny Miller was great, but it also left him wanting more. Much more. His body was surging with newly-found energy he gathered from the young man's cum - it was, in a way, an addictive substance to the demon. Once he found a good source, it wasn't easy to stop. And this house was just a faucet of opportunities.
But he knew that the poor Danny had a long day, and he wasn't sure if he was able to suck out more of him in his current state. He needed someone with a little more energy. And that somebody was waiting for him just a few doors down the hallway.
Kurt Miller was Danny's big brother. Twenty-five years old and not resembling his younger sibling in the slightest. While Danny kept his looks cut and clean, Kurt wasn't as keen on presentable clothes, following rules, authorities... anything, really. His hair was shaggy and usually kept under a skateboard cap he wore backwards. His face, more rugged and manly than Danny's, was never completely shaven. Unlike his brother, he wasn't as keen on schoolwork either - he dropped out of high school and had been working in the local steel mill for about eight years since then, which earned him a pretty solid, muscled body. It also gave him a lot of demeanors that he had - a more laid-back, casual attitude and the vocabulary of a sailor.
His dad, William, wasn't too pleased with the fact that Kurt was so much less ambitious than his brother, but Kurt wasn't complaining. He liked this life. Good, honest work during the day followed by hanging around with his workmates after dark.
Today was no exception. Harvey, Kurt's best friend and coworker, was hanging out with him in his room. Kurt's father didn't approve of Harvey's visits - he thought Harvey was a drunk and a hippie and that he was dragging Kurt down, keeping him from getting promoted and getting his career on the right track. Perhaps it was his father's disapproval that made Kurt feel so close to Harvey... or perhaps it was something else.
Harvey was a couple of years older than Kurt. The ladies of the town always said that with his nice green eyes and his smile, he could be a real catch - if he only shaved away that scruffy beard, cut his long hair - which was reaching his shoulders now - and started dressing up in something else than t-shirts with torn-off sleeves and oil-stained shorts all the time. And also if his breath didn't constantly smell of cheap beer.
Cheap beer was something that was on the menu today for the two men. They were sitting on Kurt's bed, drinking up and laughing at a romantic comedy that was currently on air on one of the only few channels that the Miller's were able to get out in the countryside. It was some basic, sappy story the boys were not interested in. What they were interested in was the "R" rating it had in the TV guide.
"Geez," Harvey shook his head before he took a big gulp from the brandless beer can he was holding in his hand, "Does this chick ever stop crying or what?"
"Dunno about that," Kurt responded by shrugging, "She has a nice rack, though. I hope those babies get more screen time real soon."
"They'd better," Harvey said as he burped, "So far, this piece of shit is pretty unwatchable."
Harvey stretched his arms out, signalizing his boredom, and made himself comfortable by laying down on Kurt's pillows. Kurt noticed that his friend's exposed, hairy armpit landed right on the spot he used to sleep on.
This was the exact moment Tenzurr decided to join them. He peeked through the half-opened doorway, concealed by the darkness of the hallway, and started observing the two men.
The sleep demon took a long, potent sniff and grinned to himself. Apart from the cheap alcohol and man sweat, the room was filled with something only he could pick up. Unspoken sexual tension.
Both Harvey and Kurt were countrymen - both workers, always surrounded by other guys who were just like them. Talking about their feelings wasn't on the table. And something juicy, like, say, hidden sexuality or romantic feelings towards your coworkers? No chance in hell, not unless you wanted to last more than a day in the mill.
Both of the men knew that. They also, deep down, knew that they weren't hanging out with each other just because they enjoyed each other's jokes and banter. Tenzurr could sense it, the lingering, provocative scent in the air. Deep down, both the men had a giant crush on each other. But neither one of them knew that the other one felt the same way. Both fooled around with girls before, but now they wanted something different.
What if the other one wasn't into it, though? That was the question both men used to push away their true feelings inside them.
If Tenzurr's powers weren't enough to make him sure of the situation, it was the look Kurt gave Harvey after he saw that he was essentially rubbing his armpit over his pillow. He stared at it, not reacting for a pretty long time. The sleep demon knew that the man didn't have the slightest problem with that. On the contrary, if he could, he would have buried his face into the man's armpit directly and sniffed the sweet man scent he was longing for... But his self-preservation instinct has won again.
"You mind getting that thing away from where I sleep, you fuckin' ape?" he teased his friend, "I don't need to inhale your damn pits for the whole night."
"Heh," Harvey responded with a smile, "Is that so?"
In order to mess with his friend, he took the pillow and started deliberately rubbing it all over his armpit. Kurt laughed and pretended - very well - that he was upset by that, reaching over to punch Harvey in the shoulder.
"Gross, dude! Cut it out, now!"
He threw himself at Harvey and they started wrestling over the pillow, jumping around the bed in a tight embrace, both trying to overpower the other. The pillow soon flew away, but the wrestling continued. Kurt ended up being victorious, sitting on Harvey's chest and holding his hands spread apart. He looked down at his friend with a grin.
"Ha! Who's the man now?"
"Right," Harvey replied, also grinning, "Tough words from the mouth of someone who fights like a girl."
"Like a girl, huh?" Kurt said while bending Harvey's fingers in a painful way, "Did I hear that right?"
"Aaaaah!" Harvey screamed-laughed, "Cut it out, you son of a bitch, I'm warning you!"
Their wrestling was interrupted by a few loud bangs from upstairs. Kurt's father stomped on the floor. He had just about enough of the commotion.
"Enough with that racket!" he shouted at them through the floorboards, "Don't make me come down there!"
Both men stopped what they were doing and wisely got off of each other. It wasn't smart to piss off William F. Miller, and they both knew that.
"Your dad sounds like he had a good day at work again," Harvey noted sarcastically.
"Eh, he's always pissed," Kurt waved his hand, "Let's go back to the movie. Look, the chick is taking her bra off!"
On the screen, the busted blonde actress indeed started exposing her chest. The cameraman made sure to zoom in and get a really good shot of her breasts. Some dialogue was going on, but both men were only fixated on one thing.
"Fuck," Kurt said, "I wouldn't mind getting some of that."
"You tell me, bro," Harvey said, "I haven't gotten any action in months."
"Probably 'cause you smell like a skunk, dude."
"Don't start."
Harvey laughed, but then immediately noticed the growing bulge inside of his underwear. While in his room, Kurt and Harvey kept it casual, only wearing their tank tops and boxer briefs. Kurt's friend didn't bother to attempt to hide his growing boner and absent-mindedly rubbed his shaft through his underwear.
"Damn, the hoe's getting me all riled up," he commented, "Maybe I should go home and take care of this boner."
"Home? This late?" Kurt said, while discreetly trying to catch a glimpse of Harvey's hardon, "Fuck that, man. Just stay over. You can crank your hog in the bathroom. I don't mind, as long as you clean up after yourself."
"Nah," Harvey shook his head, "Your dad would lose it."
