He pretends to still be asleep

Concentrating on keeping my breathing even, I shut my eyes again and lay still, fighting shame and embarrassment while Steve gave me the best blowjob of my life. I was pretty sure Steve wasn't gay, but damn, he was good at this... or maybe just really into this. Probably **** for something to drink. I was hungry and thirsty too, but I could wait it out. I was going to wait it out.

Just like I was going to wait this out.

Less than two minutes of heaven later, my blanket was damp with cum, and the post-orgasmic glow relaxed me enough that I started to drift back to sleep. This was immediately halted by sudden suction on my overstimulated cock. I squealed and shifted uncomfortably, automatically trying to get away from the stimulation; Steve paused. Probably watching me. I tried desperately to look like I was still asleep as he drank, sucking hard on the cock. My breath came in little gasps as my abused disk took further stimulation until, an eternity later, he stopped and went to sleep.

I tried to do the same.