Date: Tue, 27 Nov 2001 06:03:17 -0700
From: Cliff Traynor <cliff6@hotmail.com>
Subject: Story: The Day After the Grey Cup

Gay: Adult Friends

The Day After the Grey Cup

The sound of a phone ringing in the distance had me stir slightly from my
sleep. I heard the sound of a familiar man's voice talking and strained to
open my eyes to check out where the sound was coming from.

With the daylight attacking my squinted eyes, I took a quick look around to
determine where I was. I closed one eye, and saw a strange ceiling, a
familiar couch that wasn't mine, and turning my head to my right, I tried to
focus on the sight next to me. There were two muscular legs covered with
light brown hair, topped by an ample sized soft penis hanging nicely over a
big bag.  I wasn't sure what was going on. I put my hand over my eyes, and
strained to look up. There was Ted talking on the phone, dressed only in a
bright white shirt, with a tie half-knotted and the other hand on his hip.

I looked up further, focusing in on Ted's face -- still not yet awake, and
completely hung-over from the previous night's party. Our eyes met, and
while he kept talking, he smiled down at me -- almost laughing, knowing the
state I was in. He lifted up one leg, and kicked my naked leg with his bare
foot acknowledging my presence.

Now, if you have ever been in this state, you'll know how the next thing
happened. You're in that state where you're half asleep, half in a dream --
not quite in the real world. I smiled at him, and fell back hard against the
pillow with that feeling that there was 50 pounds of bricks on my head.

The next thing I did -- I had never done this before -- and to this day, don't
know why I attempted it, but considering that I was in that "in-between
worlds" state, I probably didn't think about it.

I slowly opened my eyes with my head turned towards Ted's body. Again, I
found myself staring --in a daze- at his soft dick, protruding out of this
nice thick brown bush of pubic hair. I remember that I was thinking in my
head "I wonder how that thing would feel".
Nonchalantly, I reached over and gently pushed up on his bag, and just when
I started to wrap my fingers around his penis, he jumped back and
laugh/yelled, "What the fuck?"

His sharp tone, snapped me into reality and when I caught myself with my
hand in his crotch, I was also surprised, and burst out laughing -- very
embarrassed -- but also out of the hilarity of the predicament.  "Sorry man --
I didn't mean to...", but I couldn't stop laughing.

Ted's conversation had finished and he hung up the phone, laughing.
"Hey man, I said you could crash on my couch not use me as your morning boy
toy". We had another good laugh.

"Holy fuck Ted, what time is it -- when did I pass out"?

"Well, lets say, its time for you to call in sick today, and you and
everyone else were here until about 4, but you fell asleep sitting up --
mid-sentence. It was a great time though -- everybody had a blast!
Actually, it was only you and Freddy left at 4 -- and he was drinking coffee
by then. I called both your wives and told them you'd both be staying over,
but Freddy thought he could manage getting home on his own.  But you were
hilarious that last hour. You were cracking up everybody".

Ted was a good friend. His brother, and my brother and a few guys that
played hockey together all got together for the Grey Cup game, ordered in
some spicy pizzas, ate junk food, and drank lots of beer.
When the Stamps won, we all scoffed back a couple of boiler-makers.
Now, I need to tell you that, I'm not a big drinker, but Grey Cup Sunday is
one of the few days in the year when I really let loose.
This was the first year I ended up sleeping over though.

I struggled to sit up. "So, you always go into work like this the day after
the cup"? nodding with my head to draw attention to his nakedness.

"Yeah right, I'm sure no one would notice" he laughed smacking me with a
pillow. "Go back to sleep"!

"Hey Ted, I'm sure people would be trying to grab that fat hairy thing
everywhere you went today" I scoffed.

"Fuck off" he yelled and threw himself on top of me in a mock wrestle
pinning me against the pillow. I had no energy to fight back.

"I don't have energy to do anything right now man so I don't give a fuck
what you do".  I felt his penis on my naked thigh and looked down at myself.
  "Hey -- who took my pants off?"

"Man, you fell asleep with a beer in your hand and it spilled all over your
crotch.  I yanked `em off and put your jeans and boxers in the washer".  He
struggled to get off of me as he wasn't in the best of shape either.  "Hey,
do you mind helping me with this tie, I can't quite get it this morning."

He reached his arm out and I put my hand in his while he yanked me up on my
feet. I stood in front of him trying to do it properly but couldn't manage
it. I looked down at the floor cursing my state-of-mind, and the fact that I
couldn't quite seem to get my balance.For the first time noticed our two
hairy dicks were almost touching. He had his nice pressed white shirt on, I
had yesterday's black t-shirt on.  I told him I had to try it from behind.

I stood close to him grabbing both ends of his tie and started to work on
the Windsor knot. A couple of times, the top of my penis rested in the crack
of his hairy ass while I managed the knot. I looked down and watch my dick
settle in his crack every once in awhile.  Neither of us made a comment.
It's not that we hadn't seen each other naked before, because we had -- lots
-- in the locker room. But we hadn't been naked outside of there and that
puts a new light on things.

When he turned around, I checked him out, and this time, the tips of our
cocks touched -- but neither of us moved away. It felt okay and we weren't
making a deal of it. He stepped away and looked in the mirror as I walked up
behind him. "That'll do pig" I said, and smacked his bare ass.

"Better get this bare ass moving to the office.....and you better call the
office and tell them you won't be there" he yelled.

I picked up the phone, and dialed my admin assistant leaving a message that
I wouldn't be in, then, fell back on the couch and covered up.  I woke up a
couple of hours later feeling much better and decided I'd thank Ted by
cleaning up his place. First, I called my wife and left her a message,
telling her I'd be home between 5 and 6.   Still kind of in-a-daze I didn't
bother getting dressed and spent a couple of hours washing dishes, and
picking up all the shit that we'd left on the floor.

Just when I was finishing, I heard the door unlocking and Ted was home. "Hey
buddy" I yelled out as I was putting on a pot of coffee.
"Just finishing up here and I'll be on my way".

"Hey, no rush man"....then he looked around and high fived me a `thanks' for
cleaning up. "I couldn't get through the day I'm so wacked out, I decided to
come home early and crash....hungry"?

"A little -- anything left over from last night"?

"Nope -- we ate everything up that we ordered in, but I could whip up a
couple of sandwiches if you want.  Just let me get out of these office
clothes".

I grabbed my cup of coffee and flopped back down on the couch. I heard Ted's
voice in the kitchen reflecting on his couple of hours at work and the two
of us started firing comments back and forth about the game. In a minute, he
was in the living room with a plate of sandwiches, wearing his boxers and a
t-shirt. I realized I was still wearing ONLY my t-shirt.

"Shit man, sorry -- I haven't thrown any clothes on since you left -- and
haven't showered...

"Fuck off -- I don't care what you wear. If it'll make you feel better, I'll
take off my shorts too.....man if you weren't here I'd be like this so...."
Before I could respond, his shorts were off and we were on the couch -- bare
assed, eating a sandwich and watching TV.  As we were both still not quite
with it, we were being a little silly -- acting like teenage boys instead of
men in our late twenties.

Instead of eating our sandwiches we started to play with them. Eating the
meat out of the middle and shaping the bread into faces. He poked out two
holes for the eyes, and one for the mouth but stuck his tongue through it.
Without thinking, I grabbed it from him and stuck my penis through the hole
his tongue had just been through.
"Gross" he yelled and grabbed the bread back pulling it off my penis -- but
put his dick through it instead.  "Hey, if you wanna play
dick-through-the-hole use your own bread".

So I did.  I pushed the head of my penis through the hole and started
manipulating my piss slit so it looked like it was talking. I must admit it
was pretty funny and when I told one particularly bad joke, Ted reached over
and squeezed the slit shut and I faked a muffled sound as if I was gagged.

When we finished laughing, he kept his hand on my penis. There was silence.
We were comfortable and I didn't really care.  I looked down at his finger,
which was circling the head of my dick. He was watching his finger, and I
was watching his finger.....and now watching my cock starting to get hard.  We
didn't say anything.  I sat back and spread my legs getting a little more
comfortable, and he copied my move.

I reached over removing the bread from his crotch, and started to gently
lift and lower his particularly large bag. Then came THAT moment.  We both
stopped and looked at each other -- without saying a word -- but smiling --
knowing where this could head.  Our hands were now exploring each other's
crotches and our dicks grew strong and hard in a minute.  I was feeling like
a teenager again, but hadn't done it since then, and actually when I did, I
was so scared I'd get caught that I think it only lasted for a couple of
minutes.

I'd massage his shaft, and hear a moan. I'd smile. He'd throw his head back
enjoying the sensation.  I started to leak pre-cum and he took a little on
his finger-tip and put it to his mouth.  He didn't have any or I would have
done the same.

We sat watching some TV show holding tight to our newly found treasure,
neither of us knowing where this would go when Ted stood up and walked in
front of me, his boner aiming at my face. I looked up at him -- his smile --
and looked back down at his cock. "Should I or shouldn't I" I thought.  He
took a step forward and in a flash was down on his knees with my penis in
his mouth. He sucked it in and held it there. His eyes were closed. It felt
wonderful and I decided to go ahead with it. I enjoyed watching him enjoy my
penis. My friend; My hockey buddy sucking my cock. We were horny. We were
getting closer. I decided to help him a little and started to fuck his face
while he was sucking me. When he saw what I was doing he smiled a great big
smile and I play fucked him a little.  I wasn't ready to come, as I knew
we'd be taking our time.  Instead I pulled him up, and brought his cock to
my mouth, letting it rub across my nose and eyes and lips before entering
me.

In it came -- like velvet.  That dick I'd seen hanging there so often was now
in my mouth and I was enjoying the taste, but more than that, the closeness
of having my nose in his pubes and being able to look this close at this
nuts and his dick. He pumped me for awhile, and then like it was
choreographed, we slid down on the floor together, getting into a 69
position and sucked each other for a good 30 minutes.  Finally, I couldn't
hold it any longer and told him I wanted to finish it -- it was the first
time we talked since we started.

We grabbed each others asses and started to fuck the mouth that held our
cocks. Hard and fast -- rolling on the floor -- first him on top, then me,
then sideways. I got my nose in his crotch, sucking as hard as I could while
massaging his nuts and fingering his sweaty asshole. As if on cue, we both
started to come at the same moment -- grinding our dicks hard in each other's
mouths. I tasted his semen, and swallowed it without a flinch of an eye.  We
stayed there for a while, continuing to make love to each other's cocks, not
wanting to let go.

Our silence broken, we both got up to take a piss, holding each other's
dicks as we drained our bladders into the toilet. Ted went back to the
kitchen to get us each a snack and we watched some TV show, while propped up
against the couch, my hairy leg over his.

It was getting close to 5 -- time to go home. I got up to go to the dryer to
get my pants and boxers, and just as I bent over to put them on, Ted came up
and hugged me from behind, massaging his cock between my hairy ass cheeks.
God, it just felt so good! Then he turned me around and we hugged for a
while, rubbing our soft dicks together, enjoying the sensations and our new
found closeness.

"Thanks" I said, "for everything" and kissed him on the forehead. "That was
fucking amazing"

" Thank you to. I'm glad I came home a little early today" he giggled.

I slipped on my clothes and left silently with a buzz-on that stayed with me
for about a week.

Cliff6@hotmail.com