I rolled over onto my back; I'd been lying on my side, staring into the mirrored closet doors, watching Angel sleep.
After the basketball game on Saturday, we went out to a party of sorts with some of Angel's friends from college, who were also there to attend the game.
We had a good time, laughing and doing the remember-when thing before returning to our hotel. We all stripped out of our clothes, down to our undies, watched a movie, and drank and drank.
We had agreed earlier that we all needed a rest. Actually, I enjoyed seeing Angel move around in the hotel suite wearing his Polo boxer briefs. They snugged just right on his skin, showing his round ass and large package through the yellow material.
Jacob looked equally as sexy in his low-rising boxer briefs. I had never before seen briefs like the ones he was wearing. They were shorter around the waistband with more material around his legs. He, too, filled them out well.
Tyler. I really couldn't take my eyes off of him for a while. I didn't even know they made tee-back lacy underwear for men. But somehow, the pink and black teeback fit him well. He looked beautiful and feminine.
I looked down at myself and felt boring in my white boxers. Oh well, I thought to myself, my cocks head can watch the show too.
I finished off my bottle of Jack Daniels, and the others drank their drink of choice; Angel taught Tyler how to judge a bottle of wine while Jacob stuck to beer.
Tired, exhausted, actually, we finally decided to call it a night.
I said, "Angel, you're with me tonight. The boys can have the other room."
It should be no secret that I'm possessive of Angel. I know it is wrong, but hell, everything we are doing is wrong, and at the point we are now, the possessiveness of the man I love should be the least of our worries.
I stretched out further, on my back now, spreading my legs, knowing my eight-and-a-half-inchs of manhood was tenting the thin sheet of my side of the bed, if there was one since we were both close to the center on the king-size mattress.
I was looking up at the ceiling of the room when Angel spoke first, asking, "When is your dick not hard?"
I replied, "I'm not sure. I need you to start keeping a log of the times; it isn't hard for me. That way, we will both know!"
He said, "A log about a log. Fitting." We both chuckled at his joke as I pushed the sheet down and stroked my hard cock.
Looking into Angel's sexy eyes, I smiled and said, "Fit this log into your sexy mouth and blow me, bitch."
"I once hated it when you called me bitch; now those words are music to my ears," Angel said as he climbed out of bed, and I watched as his sexy, hairy brown ass walked naked around the foot of the bed and into the bathroom.
I kicked the sheet totally off of the bed and continued to stroked my dick to the sound of Angel relieving himself in the toilet. The splatter of a strong stream of pee continued for a minute or so before I heard the last few trickles splash into the toilet water.
Then the toilet flushed, and the sink water ran as Angel washed his hands.
I said, "Don't brush your teeth! I want your raw, hot morning mouth to cover this log!"
Angel walked out of the bathroom, leaned against the door jam, and said, "I'll never get tired of that site. Your long legs. Your hairy torso. Damn, those strong arms. Your handsome face and that long thick full cock. Fuck, that dick of yours is a tall boy beer can!"
He walked out of the bedroom and into the living room and returned carrying a wine bottle.
