I woke up with something hard pressing against my leg. Derek was laying beside me, still snoring softly. I woke up, knowing exactly what was pressing into me. I grinded my hip into his crotch, and there was a brief pause in Derek's snoring. I reached behind me, and started stroking his cock slowly. In seconds, my hand felt sticky with precum. I lifted my hand, and licked my palm, tasting Derek's precum. The second I resumed stroking Derek, he woke up.
"What?" Derek asked slightly disoriented, eyes squinting. "What am I doing here?"
The night before was Derek's younger brother's 21st birthday. Derek had a lot to drink; too many boilermakers to count. That he lived in a third floor apartment, I opted to take him back home with me. At 6' 5' and 235, there was no way I could guide Derek up three flights of stairs on my own. The only bad part was that he passed out nearly the second he hit the bed. Derek liked to sleep in the nude, and it was quite a feat getting him that way. We were both exhausted.
"Relax," I said, filling him in the necessary details of the night before. I licked my palm again, and resumed stroking.
"What time is it?" he asked.
I checked under the sheets and blankets until I found my cell phone. "It's a quarter after ten, why?"
"I told Nick that I'd be at his place at eleven," Derek said. "Said he needed some help with the water pump on the Dodge."
I rolled my eyes. "I think that Nick and the Dodge can wait, at least a few minutes. You still owe me from last night."
"We didn't?" Derek asked, bumping his fists together, in a gesture I could only guess meant fucking.
"No, we didn't," I replied. I tossed the covers off the bed, and pointed his rigid cock at him. "Look at this thing. This penis needs some serious attention."
"Serious attention," Derek replied. Derek sat up, and found his phone on the night stand. He started scrolling through his contacts. "Let me call Nick. Let him know, I'm going to be late."
"He'll get the picture," I said. "Remember, you're the one helping him out today."
Derek slid his thumb across the screen, and I could hear the dial tone. I was a little angry that he decided to place the call, but I thought that I would make the conversation hard for him. When I heard Nick's voice on the other side, and crawled down the bed, laying over Derek's abdomen. I angled his cock toward my face, and admired it. From this view point, it nearly struck me with vertigo. His penis appeared huge. I shook my head, and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock. I sucked him very hard as to get a reaction out of him.
"Hey, listen Nick—uh," Derek said, losing the ability of speech for a second, as I lunged down on his cock as far as it could go; I could scarcely get it halfway down. "What? Yeah. Oh yeah, I'm going to head out in a little—uh—a little while. I just woke up, and need to—" Derek then hissed as I brought his cock out of my mouth with an audible popping sound. "I need to get something to eat. Mmmm. I will be there by noon. I'll call you when I'm on my way."
Derek ended the call, and dropped his phone on the carpet beside the bed. I looked back at him.
"You get your phone call over with?"