Stumbling Home Drunk
We all stayed up late, over at the Carruthers house, drank heavily, smoked heaps, playing 500. I was a bit out of it myself, when I headed for bed. Dan and I stumbled down the road together.
He came back from a shower before bed just in a towel, it was tied low across his hips and knotted above his cock. I was lying on my bed with a blanket over me, a position I assumed for his return, when I saw him head for the shower. He chatted lingeringly in front of me in the white cotton wrap.
"Good shower?"
"Yeah... relaxes me."
"I nearly came in for one myself."
"You should have." He kind of hesitated on have, I'm sure he thought he sounded too keen.
"Wash the smoke and the booze off me."
He smiled nervously.
I lay on my bed and gazed at him, as he found topics to talk about.
"Great game."
"Yes," I said. "I love these nights playing cards."
"Yeah, me too."
"It's really cool."
"Yeah."
He towel dried his hair and his body with a second towel he had, as he talked.
"Do you surf."
"I guess, badly."
"You should come out tomorrow."
"No board."
"I can fix you up."
"I'm sure."
He picked up his white jocks and passed them from one hand to another. He was clearly going to sleep in them. The time came to put them on and he looked nervous, as I gazed back at him, not looking away. He had to drop his towel and I don't think he was at all certain about it.
He stood with his jocks in his hand looking at me.
I decided not to make it easy for him. “You know you are looking good, have you been working out?”
“Yes, gym four times a week.” He smiled. “I’m getting really into it.”
“It shows.” I smiled.
“Thanks.” He replied a little breathlessly. He cleared his throat.
“Turn around.” I said it deliberately low and husky.
He spun slowly. The towel hugged his arse cheeks very nicely, his arse crack just showing above the white material. He’s got a sexy back, a defined spine up to his broad shoulders. “Very nice.” He turned back to face me, blushing again.
I let my eyes slide down his body.
“You know your best feature?”
“No,” he asked questioningly.
I got to my knees on the bed and moved close to him, walking on my knees. “Your abs.” I reached forward and ran the tip of my finger down his stomach. “A real six pack.” He almost flinched, but didn’t. “Some guys never get that.”
I left my finger on his belly button, he didn’t move.
He was breathing heavily, my face was close to his, I could hear his breath in and out.
I raised my eyes without moving, his eyes were burning back at me. There we were still, momentarily, holding each other’s gaze. Him in a white towel with his undies in his hands, me in boxer shorts on my knees in front of him. Yes, haven’t you grown up Danny boy.
I ran four finger tips back up over his abs. “Very good. You’re lucky.” His stomach flinched, but he didn’t.
I wanted to squeeze his nipples on his well-defined chest.
“You got a girlfriend?”
“No,” he said.
“I would have thought that girls would be lining up for a good looking boy like you.”
He laughed nervously. "No."
“You know, you have great shoulders too.” I took a shoulder in each hand and squeezed. “The gym work is paying off.”
There I was holding him by the shoulders gazing into his eyes, as though we were about to kiss. I didn’t move, neither did he. I licked my lips. He looked nervous. I held his gaze. There was a certain kind of heat generating between the two of us.
I massaged his shoulders. His skin was soft, velvety. He let some tension go, rolled his neck. I pushed my fingers into his tendons. He groaned softly. His bare skin felt great.
“Feel good?”
“Yes.”
I worked on knots in his neck. He was tense. Surprise. He closed his eyes and relaxed into my touch, swayed gently with my movement. He was under my control, I thought.
Broad shoulders, beefy chest, nice pecs, a slim torso that slid all the way down to his slightly wider hips.
I gazed down his flat stomach to the knot in his towel. He had a line of blond hair running down from his navel, spreading across his abdomen and disappearing under the white cloth.
“Are you going to put your jocks on?” I whispered. I continued to squeeze his shoulders therapeutically.
“You know you’ll get a chill if you stay in a wet towel.” I pulled away from him and waited.
"I guess you are right?" He smiled nervously.
"Yeah... I am."
As he reached for the knot in his towel, his towel making the finest v-shape down as it stretched from both his hips, I noticed that he had fine blond hair covering his abdomen. Goose bumps of hair follicles that crept up from below the white towelling across his smooth skin.
“It’s time for bed, hey?”
“It’s time.” I nodded, but even I wasn’t exactly sure what I was nodding about.
He pulled at the knot slowly and the white towel began to fall away in two directions. His golden pubes showed at the top of his cock. The material fell down his shaft slowly, as I looked unashamedly. His cock flopped into view. He was semi-hard, just where the blood was gushing into the top of it, making it stand up slightly to attention, thickening from the base down.
It was nice, thick, with a foreskin that just covered his knob. He had big balls against his thick thighs. He was hairless other than the thick bush that covered the base of his cock.
The towel fell to the ground.
He stood in front of me, with his jocks now in both hands, naked with his cock hardening even more. I wanted to lean forward and take him in my hand, but I just looked instead. He hesitated momentarily, with me gazing at his lovely dick, him watching me.
He reached down and put one leg through the leg-hole in his jocks. He reached out for the bed and I leant forward and let him lean on my shoulder.
He gazed into my eyes. “Thanks,” he said. He sounded nervous. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, but other than that he smelt of soap; clean, fresh, I could almost taste his skin.
He reached down and put his other leg into his jocks and pulled them up his over his calves with one hand. Up to his thighs, when he gazed at me, his eyes burning brightly just centimetres from mine.
I didn’t think, I just acted. I lent in and kissed him on his wet lips. He pulled away. He looked shocked, wide-eyed.
“Hey man?” He pulled his bottom lip over his top. He looked adorable. “I… dunno?”
He slurred. His jocks were caught on the backs of his knees, as he tried to pull them up to cover his still hardening cock.
“I’ve never…” He was trying to cover his hardening hard-on with his hand, as his recalcitrant jocks wouldn’t move. I could see beads of perspiration on his forehead.
“I’m not… um…”
His fat cock was thick behind his hand.
“Not, that I haven’t… um…er…”
“Wondered?” I offered.
“Yeah… no… um… kind of…”
I reached over and took his cock in my hand, rolling it in my fingers, feeling its chamois skin for the first time, feeling its thickness, its fading sponginess.
He let go of the elastic of the front of his jocks.
“Jesus!”
He was thick and hard and hot, in my hand, with a nice, distinct bend. I slid my hand along and rubbed his foreskin over his knob.
“Fuck!” he murmured. He groaned in the back of his throat.
He came back from a shower before bed just in a towel, it was tied low across his hips and knotted above his cock. I was lying on my bed with a blanket over me, a position I assumed for his return, when I saw him head for the shower. He chatted lingeringly in front of me in the white cotton wrap.
"Good shower?"
"Yeah... relaxes me."
"I nearly came in for one myself."
"You should have." He kind of hesitated on have, I'm sure he thought he sounded too keen.
"Wash the smoke and the booze off me."
He smiled nervously.
I lay on my bed and gazed at him, as he found topics to talk about.
"Great game."
"Yes," I said. "I love these nights playing cards."
"Yeah, me too."
"It's really cool."
"Yeah."
He towel dried his hair and his body with a second towel he had, as he talked.
"Do you surf."
"I guess, badly."
"You should come out tomorrow."
"No board."
"I can fix you up."
"I'm sure."
He picked up his white jocks and passed them from one hand to another. He was clearly going to sleep in them. The time came to put them on and he looked nervous, as I gazed back at him, not looking away. He had to drop his towel and I don't think he was at all certain about it.
He stood with his jocks in his hand looking at me.
I decided not to make it easy for him. “You know you are looking good, have you been working out?”
“Yes, gym four times a week.” He smiled. “I’m getting really into it.”
“It shows.” I smiled.
“Thanks.” He replied a little breathlessly. He cleared his throat.
“Turn around.” I said it deliberately low and husky.
He spun slowly. The towel hugged his arse cheeks very nicely, his arse crack just showing above the white material. He’s got a sexy back, a defined spine up to his broad shoulders. “Very nice.” He turned back to face me, blushing again.
I let my eyes slide down his body.
“You know your best feature?”
“No,” he asked questioningly.
I got to my knees on the bed and moved close to him, walking on my knees. “Your abs.” I reached forward and ran the tip of my finger down his stomach. “A real six pack.” He almost flinched, but didn’t. “Some guys never get that.”
I left my finger on his belly button, he didn’t move.
He was breathing heavily, my face was close to his, I could hear his breath in and out.
I raised my eyes without moving, his eyes were burning back at me. There we were still, momentarily, holding each other’s gaze. Him in a white towel with his undies in his hands, me in boxer shorts on my knees in front of him. Yes, haven’t you grown up Danny boy.
I ran four finger tips back up over his abs. “Very good. You’re lucky.” His stomach flinched, but he didn’t.
I wanted to squeeze his nipples on his well-defined chest.
“You got a girlfriend?”
“No,” he said.
“I would have thought that girls would be lining up for a good looking boy like you.”
He laughed nervously. "No."
“You know, you have great shoulders too.” I took a shoulder in each hand and squeezed. “The gym work is paying off.”
There I was holding him by the shoulders gazing into his eyes, as though we were about to kiss. I didn’t move, neither did he. I licked my lips. He looked nervous. I held his gaze. There was a certain kind of heat generating between the two of us.
I massaged his shoulders. His skin was soft, velvety. He let some tension go, rolled his neck. I pushed my fingers into his tendons. He groaned softly. His bare skin felt great.
“Feel good?”
“Yes.”
I worked on knots in his neck. He was tense. Surprise. He closed his eyes and relaxed into my touch, swayed gently with my movement. He was under my control, I thought.
Broad shoulders, beefy chest, nice pecs, a slim torso that slid all the way down to his slightly wider hips.
I gazed down his flat stomach to the knot in his towel. He had a line of blond hair running down from his navel, spreading across his abdomen and disappearing under the white cloth.
“Are you going to put your jocks on?” I whispered. I continued to squeeze his shoulders therapeutically.
“You know you’ll get a chill if you stay in a wet towel.” I pulled away from him and waited.
"I guess you are right?" He smiled nervously.
"Yeah... I am."
As he reached for the knot in his towel, his towel making the finest v-shape down as it stretched from both his hips, I noticed that he had fine blond hair covering his abdomen. Goose bumps of hair follicles that crept up from below the white towelling across his smooth skin.
“It’s time for bed, hey?”
“It’s time.” I nodded, but even I wasn’t exactly sure what I was nodding about.
He pulled at the knot slowly and the white towel began to fall away in two directions. His golden pubes showed at the top of his cock. The material fell down his shaft slowly, as I looked unashamedly. His cock flopped into view. He was semi-hard, just where the blood was gushing into the top of it, making it stand up slightly to attention, thickening from the base down.
It was nice, thick, with a foreskin that just covered his knob. He had big balls against his thick thighs. He was hairless other than the thick bush that covered the base of his cock.
The towel fell to the ground.
He stood in front of me, with his jocks now in both hands, naked with his cock hardening even more. I wanted to lean forward and take him in my hand, but I just looked instead. He hesitated momentarily, with me gazing at his lovely dick, him watching me.
He reached down and put one leg through the leg-hole in his jocks. He reached out for the bed and I leant forward and let him lean on my shoulder.
He gazed into my eyes. “Thanks,” he said. He sounded nervous. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, but other than that he smelt of soap; clean, fresh, I could almost taste his skin.
He reached down and put his other leg into his jocks and pulled them up his over his calves with one hand. Up to his thighs, when he gazed at me, his eyes burning brightly just centimetres from mine.
I didn’t think, I just acted. I lent in and kissed him on his wet lips. He pulled away. He looked shocked, wide-eyed.
“Hey man?” He pulled his bottom lip over his top. He looked adorable. “I… dunno?”
He slurred. His jocks were caught on the backs of his knees, as he tried to pull them up to cover his still hardening cock.
“I’ve never…” He was trying to cover his hardening hard-on with his hand, as his recalcitrant jocks wouldn’t move. I could see beads of perspiration on his forehead.
“I’m not… um…”
His fat cock was thick behind his hand.
“Not, that I haven’t… um…er…”
“Wondered?” I offered.
“Yeah… no… um… kind of…”
I reached over and took his cock in my hand, rolling it in my fingers, feeling its chamois skin for the first time, feeling its thickness, its fading sponginess.
He let go of the elastic of the front of his jocks.
“Jesus!”
He was thick and hard and hot, in my hand, with a nice, distinct bend. I slid my hand along and rubbed his foreskin over his knob.
“Fuck!” he murmured. He groaned in the back of his throat.
He pulled his jocks up, his cock slid out of my hand and in behind the striped material, even if it was pumped up.
"I... ah..." He stepped backwards to his bed. “Good night,” he said nervously. He held my gaze as he lifted his bed clothes and slid in under the patterned material.
I lay back down, I pulled the bed clothes over me. I turned out the light. Silence.
"I... ah..." He stepped backwards to his bed. “Good night,” he said nervously. He held my gaze as he lifted his bed clothes and slid in under the patterned material.
I lay back down, I pulled the bed clothes over me. I turned out the light. Silence.
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