Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
It was a hot summer night at the beach and I had been enjoying the sun and the bodies a good part of the day, but had also been careful to get enough sleep as I had plans to stay up late with the hope of finding some late night action. This was the week after many high schools had graduation and housing was booked beyond capacity, so there were many sleeping bodies on the beach by day that partied most of the night. Many hoped to hook up with friends and crash on the floor with a sleeping bag, but then they were all young and flexible. Opportunity abounded.
I walked the boardwalk for an hour or so after dark when I saw a staggering trio, two guys and a girl and the girl was quite agitated and in heated conversation with the more sober of the two guys. I sat down on a nearby bench to observe and scope out the situation. The one lad was clearly wasted and from what I could make out the girl was ready to party hardy for another hour or two and not about to give that up. The other more sober guy didn't want to abandon his friend, but also didn't want to leave the girl. Finally they all three sat on the next bench, or I should say they lowered the wasted guy on to the bench and he immediately slumped over while the other two continued their conversation or argument. Finally the girl won out and convinced her friend that they could leave "John" on the bench and check back on him from time to time.
John from what I could see was quite an attractive young man with blond hair and a good build. He was dressed in a T-shirt, chinos and sneakers. A green blanket, for use on the beach (which I still have), had considerately been left by his friends covering his lower body. He was out cold seated somewhat sideways on the bench with his left arm hanging over the back of the bench and his head was resting on his arm.
After watching his friends enter a club down the boardwalk, I continued to watch the even rise and fall of his chest from the next bench for at least five to ten minutes. Then I got up and stood between the two benches just watching the ocean while listening to his stertorous breathing for at least another five minutes while keeping my peripheral vision on John and the other young people coming and going on the boardwalk. No one else seemed to be paying any attention to John, or me for that matter at all. After another five minutes I walked to the other side of the bench and watched again for a few minutes and then sat down on the other end of John's bench.
Slowly, I began to move over toward John. We attracted no notice whatsoever even as I approached direct contact. I scanned the surrounding buildings and balconies and there didn't appear to be anyone focused our way at all. I turned toward John and put my right arm over the back of the bench where I could lift his hand and move his arm. As I did so there was no response on his part at all and when I dropped his hand it fell lifeless to its original position. He was out for the count.
Getting bolder, I turned back around and crossed my legs leaning in toward John with my right hand beside his leg. I let my head nod a time or two to appear also somewhat out of it. Carefully with an eye to the passersby and also the club up the boardwalk, I adjusted the blanket so that it covered my arm and I began to explore with my right hand. When there was no response and his breathing remained even, I became bolder feeling up his crotch directly. After feeling the full warmth of a nice bulge for a while I gradually worked my way up the fly and found the top of the zipper and unlatched it. Slowly, I worked the zipper down a bit at a time. At about half way, I reached in a finger and felt nice soft cotton. I was in heaven as I reached in and felt about with just one finger and not a bit of response from my new friend.
After working the zipper down the rest of the way, and getting a good part of my hand in to explore his package, still snug in what I now knew were cotton briefs, I decided it was time to check on his friends. After extricating myself and pushing the blanket in under his leg, I left a note on the bench on top of my wind breaker: "John, if you wake up, stay here, I'll be right back. Mack" I knew he wouldn't come around, but I wanted to ward off anyone else that might claim my place.
I found the two friends in the club, drinking toward the back of the bar with several other friends. They seemed to have completely forgotten John, passed out on the bench on the boardwalk and took no notice of me at all. I didn't think that they had really taken stock of anyone in the heated state that they had left John anyway, but at least I now knew that I had a least a bit more time to develop my plan.
When I returned to the bench, John had not moved and if anything his breathing was even deeper. I pocketed the note and put my jacket over the back of the bench as I sat down again beside him. I've learned to walk slowly and to appear a bit out of it myself which helps me to fit in with the landscape. In fact if someone starts to awaken with my hand in their lap, usually all it takes is to start to lift my hand and then let may hand and head start to fall again, as though oblivious to where, to give me sufficient cover before they too are once again out of it. I, of course, at that point regain control.
After rearranging the blanket and working my hand back into the now familiar crotch, I could tell that John was still on a different planet. While I had great plans for this puppy, I've learned from long experience to get what I can, while it is available, as opportunity can be cut off at any moment and it is not worth the risk of pushing beyond a certain point if events turn against one. That in mind I work a finger through the fly of his cotton briefs to get my first direct feel of his flesh. I would have to wait for the pleasure of even sniffing my finger which was collecting the musky moistness between his cock and balls since I planned to move on to the next stage of my plans quickly before the opportunity evaporated.
Even with the restrictions of his chinos and his position, I could tell that he had a nice set of balls, and his flaccid penis was of a healthy size. Following a fair exploration I tucked everything back in place and prepared to move on. I allowed myself a brief whiff of his musky smell on my fingers. While he should remain fairly out of it for some time to come he had been in one position now for at least an hour and discomfort would bring him around however briefly before long anyway.
Getting to my feet, I put on my wind breaker, to not have it to carry it and threw the blanket over my shoulder. Calling his name, I started to hoist John up with my arms around his chest under his arms. As he started to come around he gave me a look without recognition and I started to give him a frame of reference. I explained, making it up as I went, that his friends wanted to continue partying and that I had said, that since I had had enough already too, I would stay with John. As he made an attempt to nod his understanding, I went on that a policeman had come by and that he had said we couldn't sleep on the boardwalk so that I would take him to my car which was parked near by and take him back to the room he was sharing with his friends.
Just as John started to become dead weight again, a policeman did come by and asked what was up. I explained that a group of us had been together at a club and John had a bit too much. I was the designated driver and was taking him home. The officer was very nice, and not bad looking himself, I might add, and he offered that I could take him to the station in the next block and give him a cold shower to help wake him up! Tempting as this offer was, wondering just what else this officer might have in mind, my other plans held more potential on this occasion. I couldn't help but think back to another time when I had helped half a dozen friends, none of whom I knew, undress their passed out mate and hold him under the shower. That however is another story to be told on its own.
I did accept the officers help as we each put one of John's arms around each of our necks and held it with the other hand, each with our other arm around John's back. This opportunity only heightened my own excited state not to mention lending good credentialization for me to anyone passing by or observing. An endorsement of sorts. As John's feet started to drag, it was more difficult for us to coordinate and keep John off of the ground. As we were near the parking area I thanked the officer for his help, hoisted John up over one shoulder and, with his head and arms hanging down my back, proceeded to my car.
