Date: Tue, 23 Jul 2019 01:18:48 -0400 From: Jason Collett Subject: The Drunken Sleepover The Drunken Sleepover By: R. Jason Collett The following story is fictional and contains sex between two consenting male adults. If this subject offends you, you are under the age of 18, or it is illegal to read this type of material, please do not read any further. This story contains condomless sex. In reality, this is dangerous behavior. Use condoms. If you enjoyed this story, please feel free to contact me at ncboy1982@juno.com. I love hearing from my readers. Enjoy. My phone rang at 12:30 at night. No one usually called me this late. I looked at the screen and saw that it was my best friend, David. "Hello?" I answered. There was loud music in the background. "Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake. I aaaaaam duuuuuuuuunk." He said, slurring his words. "I can tell." I answered. "Are you okay?" "Nooooooooooooo. Caaaaan yooou cooome geeeet meeee?" He asked. "Yes, of course. Where are you?" He didn't answer but I got a text and checked my phone. He had sent me his location. I knew the place well. "I'll be there in twenty minutes." I told him. "Ooooooooooookaaaaaaaaaaaay." He slurred and hung up. I grabbed my wallet and keys and was out the door. TWENTY MINUTES LATER I was at the bar. I walked in and scanned the room for David and quickly found him sitting at the corner of the bar, five empty shot glasses in front of him. He looked like he was half asleep. "David, let's go." I said. He slowly opened his eyes and it took a moment or two for him to recognize me. "Jaaaake! Let's haaave a driink." He slurred. "No, you are done. I am taking you home" I said. I closed his tab at the bar and helped him off the bar stool and to my car. I managed to put his heavy, muscular frame in my SUV. "Caaan't gooooo hoooome. Wiiiife and IIII had fight. Kiiiicked meeeee ouuuut." He said as I got behind the wheel. "Fine, you can sleep it off at my place." I said as I started the engine. This explained why he was this drunk. It had been years since I had seen him like this. The man could hold his liquor until he just couldn't, and we were at the point. He passed out during the drive home and it made it harder to get him out of the car and when I did, he threw up on the ground and himself. I dragged him into my apartment and took him straight to the bathroom, took his clothes off and put him in the shower and turned it on cold. He jumped when the cold water hit his body and it started to wake him up from his drunken stupor. Now I would be remiss if I didn't mention that my best friend was a gorgeous man. At 5'10, he was a muscular Latino, with hair on his chest that he usually kept trimmed (at his wife's request he once told me), and the most beautiful head of jet black hair I had ever seen on a man. Now this wasn't the first time I had seen him naked so it was nothing to see him naked now, but it was a pretty sight to say the least. I turned the water off and handed him a towel and he started to dry himself. I left him a t-shirt and gym shorts on the bed and took his clothes and went to put them in the washer and make some coffee. When he didn't come into the kitchen, I went to check on him and found him on my bed, naked and sound asleep. I sighed and went back to the kitchen to finish my coffee and put his clothes in the dryer. After they had dried, I went to climb into the bed and get some sleep. I had to work the next morning and it was going to be a long day. THE FEELING OF a wet mouth felt amazing on my dick. Slobbering and licking up my shaft. This was the best blow job I had ever received. I felt like I was going to cum any minute now. I was on cloud nine I realized it was my best friend was sucking my dick. I froze in panic. What the hell was he doing and when or where did he learn to suck dick like that? If I didn't stop him I was going to cum. Then he stopped. I laid there, not wanting to let him know that I was awake. I was still in shock. I anxiously waited for his next move.. He started sucking me again, AND finger my ass. I fought to keep the gasp from escaping my lips. He was rubbing around my entrance first, slowly. Then he stuck his finger in his mouth and went back to my hole, this time slowly pushing at it until his finger started to slide in. I shivered from the sensation it was giving me. He picked up the pace with that one finger and I was about to lose it right there. But then he suddenly stopped. I felt him shift in the bed but couldn't tell what he was doing. I heard him open the drawer of my nightstand and then heard the pop of a plastic lid. His hand came back to my ass, now lubed up from the lube he'd found and quickly and easily inserted his finger back in my hole. Then came the second and third finger. He knew how to work those fingers as he slid them in and out. I continued to play asleep, afraid to ruin the moment but was torn between confronting him on what he was doing. Fear, panic, desire, and ecstasy took over and I remained still. That was, until he rolled me over on my right side. And there it was, I could feel the head of his uncut dick prodding at my hole, slippery from the lube. "What are you doing?" I asked, my voice raspy. "Just shut up and take it." He said as he shoved every inch in, causing me to scream. He put his hand over my mouth as he pulled out and thrust again, causing me to yell into his mouth. He started to thrust harder and faster, rocking his hips from side to side, hitting my g-spot each time and making me feel like I was going to pee. I'd never had anyone make me feel like that and I was loving it. Our bodies were sweaty and sticking together and I could feel his chest hair rub against my back, giving me goosebumps. He shifted, pinning me to the bed with him on top of me, not losing his rhythm. We were getting breathless and I could tell that he was close. I wanted it. I started bucking my hips against his thrusts, making him moan even louder, his breath flowing on my back and making me shudder. His breathing got faster along with his thrusts. Just when I thought his dick was going to split me apart, he yelled as he came, shooting his cum inside me. This sent me over the edge as I yelled from my orgasm, shooting everything I had on my comforter. He laid on top of me for a few moments, catching his breath before sliding out. He sat on the edge of the bed and checked his phone. I was still catching my breath when he stood up and got dressed in his clothes that I had washed and dried for him and walked out of my room. I heard my front door open. I got up and threw on a pair of shorts and walked to the door only to see him get into the back of a black sedan. Confused, I shrugged my shoulders and headed back into my apartment where I took a quick shower and went to bed, the smell of him imbedded in my sheets. THE NEXT DAY I heard from him by text, thanking me for picking him up and letting him stay over. He'd received a text from his wife asking him to come home and requested an Uber to come get him. No mention of the mind blowing sex we had earlier that morning. But from then on, everytime he and his wife got into a fight, he would get so blitzed that I would have to pick him up from the bar and we'd have the best sex ever and never speak about it the next day.