Out of it Tommy

The doorbell sounded, early. Steve and I were still in bed. I said just to ignore it, but Steve couldn't let it go. Don't know why? He can't let the phone ring out, either.

"It'll be some overzealous Mormon, or someone, trying to save your soul," I said. “Either way, it will be someone wanting money.”

Steve stepped out of bed and pulled on a pair of jocks.

“I’ll get rid of them, then,” he said.

He pulled on a hoodie and headed to the door in that and a pair of jocks.

"Nice look, babe." I called after him.

I heard to door open, and I heard Steve make some sort of exclamation. I think I heard him say, you had better comin in, then.

Steve led a very drunk Tommy in by the hand.

"A very worse for wear young Tommy." Steve announced him like he was on Sale of the Century.

Tommy blushed, standing in the bedroom doorway. Was he blushing, or was his face flushed from too much alcohol, I presume? I wasn't sure which.

Steve pulled off his hoodie and slipped back into bed with me.

Tommy belched. He leant against the door frame. "Hi."

I had the mull bowl on my bedside table, on which was a joint I rolled but we hadn’t smoked He picked it up and lit it.

"Hi ya, Tommy. You just getting home?"

"Yep. I went to the Peel... hoping I'd see you two there." He looked up at me a smiled, quickly. A flash of a smile. Otherwise his face was serious. He dragged on the joint ferociously.

"Nah, we went to the pub to play pool."

He stepped forward and handed me the joint.

"Some guy gave me something." He wiped his hand across his face. "He tried to get me to go to the toilet with him, later, when the room started to spin." Tommy grimaced. "I asked him what for. I think he thought I was stupid." Tommy laughed. He opened his eyes wide. "Those toilets are scary." He screwed up his face."

"You should see them at 9am," said Steve.

Steve handed the joint back to Tommy.

"I think I did."

We all laughed. Tommy was being too cute – slit-eyed and smiley. He swayed as he smiled.

"I feel a bit spaced out."

"What did he give you?"

"Dunno." He handed the joint back me.

I looked at Steve. Steve looked at me. We both looked back at Tommy. He smiled again.



"I really need to lie down." With those words, Tommy pushed head first, like a torpedo, sliding in between Steve and I until his head was on the pillow. He looked at me and smiled. Then he looked at Steve and smiled. Then he closed his eyes.

I handed Steve the joint.

I touched Tommy's chest and his T-shirt was wet.

"You're saturated."

"I know, I've been dancing," mumble Tommy. He opened one eye and looked at me.

I leant down and touched his jeans, they were wet too. "You're clothes are all wet."

"I know, I danced for hours. The music was really cool."

"You're going to have to take them off."

"I can't," he whispered.

"If you don't, we will."

"Okay," he said even quieter.

I looked at Steve, Steve shrugged.

I looked back down at Tommy, he appeared to be asleep. I leant down and grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it up his torso.

Steve jumped out of bed and took Tommy’s boots off.

Tommy raised his arms over his head automatically, so his t-shirt slid right off. His beautiful hairy chest and washboard stomach glistened with sweat. His muscles rippled sexily as he moved his arms around.

“We’ll get you some dry clothes to put on,” I said.

Steve undid Tommy's belt and pulled his button fly open. Tommy raised his arse as Steve pulled his sticky jeans over his thighs. The elastic of his jocks pulled down to the base of his cock, his black pubes showed above the pale blue material of his underwear.

“Dry clothes, okay,” said Tommy.

Stretching just in his jocks, as his t-shirt came off over his arms and his jeans came off over his feet, Tommy looked so sexy.

Steve felt the side of Tommy’s jocks. Steve shook his head.

“Jocks too,” I said.

We pulled the doona over Tommy.

Steve got back into bed, sitting up against the bedhead.

Tommy fiddled about under the bedding until he pulled his jocks out in one hand. "These are wet too," he slurred. "Wouldn't want to catch a chill." He grinned out of it, looking up at me, then Steve, then me again.

Tommy started to shiver.

He rolled onto his side towards Steve. I rolled over and wrapped my arms around Tommy. He was warm, despite the shivering.

Steve leant over and kissed me. He then looked down at Tommy, hesitated for a moment and then leant down and pashed Tommy slowly.

Tommy returned the kiss with Steve.

I slid my hand down Tommy's perfect torso, as he and Steve kissed long and slow, sliding my fingers into his thick pubes. I rubbed his abdomen and the top of his pubic hair gently. I slid my hand back over his stomach and onto his chest.

Tommy moaned soft and low.

Tommy turned his head and our lips met. His were soft and warm and wet all at the same time. He tasted like honey, sweet and fresh. His tongue explored mine, mine explored his. I could feel his breath on my face.

I pulled away and gazed at him. He smiled, he looked beautiful with his blood shot, half-closed eyes. Gentle. Serene. He looked from me to Steve and then back again. He looked content. Handsome. So handsome. He closed his eyes and was asleep a second later. Passed out.



We left him there asleep when we got up sometime later. We looked at him sleeping like proud parents – men are angelic in repose. He slept all day. We looked in on him several times.

He staggered out late afternoon, dressed again. Steve and I were sitting on the couch watching TV.

“I woke up and didn’t know where I was.” He swayed in the lounge room doorway.

“You turned up this morning, after the Peel, apparently,” I said.

“Did I. I don’t remember.” He wasn't making eye contact.

“How do you feel,” asked Steve.

“You’d been dancing…”

“Oh… well… thanks for letting me sleep it off.”

He looked uncomfortable, not serene and lushy as he had looked earlier. Then he turned and walked up the hallway.

I looked at Steve. Steve looked at me. We heard the front door open and close.

“His clothes must have still been wet.”

“Yeah, yuck,” said Steve. He shivered as though something disturbed him.