How did I get myself into this situation? I never go out to bars, I'm not a big drinker, yet here I am, taking care of my drunk friend, making sure he doesn't get himself into trouble. I'd much rather be home, relaxing in front of the TV, but no. I had to be the nice guy, and let Mark talk me into going to this trendy new club he knew about. He's so drunk, all I can do at this point is pour him into my car, and hope he doesn't puke on my floor on the drive home.
I got him home, and ended up having to half-drag, half carry him into his place. I reached into his pocket to get his keys, and made contact with more than I had planned on. I knew he was hung, but wow! He and I had fooled around like teenagers do, and I knew he was still into guys, at least a little bit. I have to admit, some evil thoughts ran through my head at that point, but I'm not the type to take advantage of drunks.
I got him into his bedroom, and helped him into bed. I started to leave, then those evil thoughts jumped back into my head. Mark's wife, April was out of town visiting family, so I figured it would be better if I at least took his clothes off, and went to work. He's been working out lately, because I don't remember him being so well-defined. His chest is smooth and cut, and his arms are solid and thick. I unbuckle his pants, and find myself having to adjust myself, not having been in proximity to a semi naked man in a long time. I got his pants off, and marveled at the obvious bulge in his boxers. I started to pull those off, then stopped. He's drunk, it wouldn't be right for me to take his clothes off this way. On the other hand, I haven't seen a cock in person in a long time, and he is out cold. He'll never know...
Sexuality triumphs over caution and morality, and I tug his boxers off. His cock looks like a garden hose, just lying there waiting to be used. I run my fingers along the edge of his shaft, and smile as the blood begins to rush in. I tease the tip of his cock, and lick my lips as it quickly inflates to its full size. This thing has to be at least 9", and about 4" around. I wrap my hand around it, and gently stroke it until it's fully engorged. I adjust myself again, and drop to a kneeling position between my sleeping friend's legs. I run my tongue gently up the shaft, and stop as a slight moan slips from his mouth. I look up, and see that he is still out, and go back to work on his tool. I lick and tease it, loving the musky taste and scent of him.
Finally, I can't wait anymore, and I take his shaft into my hot mouth. It fills me like it belongs there, and I proceed to suck this cock as if my life depends on it. I use every trick in the book on it, dragging my teeth gently along the head as my lips work the shaft, and he moans again. I am beyond caring at this point, and keep this magnificent piece of man meat in my mouth, where it belongs. I can feel him getting close, when I feel his hand on my head.
"Keep going, Eric, you're doing so good. Suck my cock, you dirty bitch."
At this point, I wouldn't have stopped for the world. I want to feel his seed as it shoot deep into my waiting mouth. I run my fingers along the base of his balls, and slip my finger down to his puckered hole. He spreads his legs wide, allowing my roaming hands access to his ass. I slip a finger into my mouth long enough to get it slippery, and then slide it down and penetrate his hole. The sensation of my finger in his ass, along with my mouth wrapped around his cock, send him over the edge, and with a huge groan, his cock shoots off into my waiting mouth. His seed is hot and salty, and I swallow every drop like it's the sweetest of nectars. I keep his beautiful tool in my mouth until I feel it soften, and then I lower it gently to his body. I sit back, and look up to see him smiling.
