Unconscious (mm)
by copsucker_99
Adam had asked me earlier in the week if he would be able to stay over at my place on Friday night, as we had to go out for a mate's birthday, which always meant some serious drinking would occur, and he would be unfit to drive all the way back home to his suburban wife and kid. "Of course!" I had said, almost too quickly.
I had held a secret desire for him ever since he came to work at our company. He was a really nice, friendly and handsome guy and pretty well built for a white-collar worker. He worked out at the gym a few nights a week, which he told me was his way of keeping out of his wife's way when she was angry with him, which from what he told me, seemed to be every day. I think she is one of those women that resents having to stay home and look after their kid, while he can go out and work and socialise. His time at the gym was paying off, and his shoulders were broad and powerful, filling his shirt admirably.
Friday came and Adam arrived at work with a little bag with a change of clothes and toothbrush. He dropped in to see me and we arranged to go back to my place before heading out to the bar, as I only lived a couple of blocks from work.
That day really dragged slowly, but finally, around 5:30, Adam tapped on my office door and asked if I was ready for some fun.
I smiled, more to myself than to him, as I imagined for a moment just what kind of fun I was ready for with my sexy co-worker. I had to force myself to concentrate on collating all the stuff I'd need over the weekend and pretty soon we headed out the door and down the elevator to the street for the short walk home.
"Let's pickup some beers for later on" he suggested as we passed a hotel.
We bought a dozen of some boutique yuppie high alcohol beers and continued on our way.
The doorman at my building gave me a knowing look, and winked slyly at me as I escorted Adam through the foyer and into the lift. Luckily Adam didn't notice.
In the elevator I was aware of Adam's subtle yet sexy cologne, which I realised he must have applied just for the night, as he didn't usually wear it. I found myself breathing deeply, filling my lungs and enjoying another flash of fantasy as I pictured myself watching Adam shower and then apply his cologne, little rituals of preparation for a day when he is able to get out and have a bit of fun.
The jolt as the elevator reached my floor brought me back to reality, and I realised I'd been staring at Adam the whole way up the 23 stories. He didn't seem to be at all uncomfortable, and I realised that he was returning my gaze.
I stepped out and led the way to my unit. I showed Adam to the makeshift bed I had assembled for him, on the sofabed in the lounge room. He seemed pleased with this and suggested we have a beer before getting ready to go to the bar and meet the other guys.
We popped the tops of a couple of the strong brews and gulped them down, feeling the tedious day of work slipping from memory, and the space in our brains filling with anticipation of all the possibilities of a night on the town for a bunch of blokes.
I found myself fantasising again about getting home after the drinking and having sexy drunk Adam in my unit, and decided to myself that I would try to remain a little more sober than the rest.
After the beers, I showered and got ready and we headed off to the bar, meeting up with the rest of the guys at the first of many bars.
We had a lot of laughs and a few narrow escapes from trouble when some idiot ogled the wrong girl or got into an argument with someone - all the usual dangers that go with a bunch of lads drinking on the town. Throughout the night I found myself preoccupied with the possibilities with Adam once I got him home, and maintained my lower intake of booze, pretending to be clumsy and dropping my drinks or tipping them into plants when no-one was looking.
Finally, after way too many bars and even more drinks I heard Adam say that he had to get some sleep. That was our queue to leave and hop into a cab for the short ride back home. We said our goodbyes and headed for the door.
Waiting for the cab I realised that Adam was really much drunker than I, and I had to hold him steady as swayed and laughed and yelled out at every car that passed hoping for a lift, and saying crazy things about sincere friendship, as drunk guys often do.
Eventually a taxi came along and it wasn't long before we were back in the elevator heading up to my unit. This time, all I could smell was alcohol! I walked Adam to the door, enjoying the weight of his tight muscular body against me as we stumbled along the corridor. I got the door open and Adam practically dived onto the sofa bed and began to remove his shoes.
"How about a nightcap?" he slurred.
I fetched a couple of shot glasses and a bottle of Black Sambuca. We sucked back a couple of those in no time, and I got comfortable on a chair while Adam sprawled on the sofa, getting closer to passing out with every minute.
I flicked on the TV just to check what was on, and within about 5 minutes, I realised that Adam had succumbed to the booze and his exhaustion and passed out fully clothed on the couch. I turned off the light and turned down the TV, the flickering light of which was now the only illumination in the room.
I thought about it for a few minutes, the consequences of him waking up and finding me ripping off his clothes, but then I figured that if he woke up, I could just say that I was trying to make him more comfortable. Nothing wrong with that is there? Helping a buddy out, that's all.
Pretty soon he started to snore, and I realised that he was not going to wake up any time soon. I moved over closer to him and looked down at his handsome face and sexy fit body. I knelt down and lightly touched his shoulder, feeling the firmness of his body under the shirt. I swallowed hard and realised that I was beginning to get a boner just from the anticipation of what I could do now that he was unconscious and at my mercy.
I firmly pushed his shoulder and rolled him over onto his back, making it easier for me to undo the buttons on his shirt. He didn't stir, and I slowly popped them one at a time, working from his throat down to his waist, my cock growing harder with each new inch of skin I unveiled. I open his shirt, revealing his sexy torso, slightly hairy, tanned and firm. He had little circles of hair around each nipple, and a matt of fine curls in the centre of his chest, which trailed down in a fine line past his navel and disappeared into his pants. With each breath, his chest rose and fell like some magnificent machine. I leaned forward and licked at his right nipple, kissing it and sucking it just a little to taste his flesh. The I kissed the left one and licked my way up his chest before kissing his sexy throat and licking his lips, which still tasted like aniseed.
I thought about how he would react if he could see me now. I knew I shouldn't be doing this but I couldn't stop myself, not now! I was so aroused, I just had to keep going.
I kissed him lightly on the lips, and he moaned a little, as if he was dreaming what was happening.
My hands began to roam over his chest, massaging his pecs and following the little trail of hair down to his belt. I flicked the buckle open and slid the leather strap out of the clasp. I ran my hand over the mound of his genitalia and was surprised to realise that he was already at least semi-hard! It seems my sensual kissing and undressing of his body was triggering a pavlovian hardon in his pants!
Mmm, his cock seemed to be stiffening fast, so I worked quickly to open up his fly and expose it so that I could watch as it engorged with his blood. I moved to the end of the sofa and grabbed his trouser cuffs tightly, pulling firmly until the pants suddenly slid out from under him and made me stagger backwards, almost falling off balance, but just managing to stay on my feet.
His tight white y-fronts were stretching now, straining to contain his turgid cock and full balls in a space meant to contain a lot less. I groped and rubbed at my own drooling cock now as I gazed down upon his almost naked perfect form. How I had dreamed of this moment...!
I fell to my knees beside the couch and leaned over to press my face against his underwear. The heat of his boner felt so good on my cheek. I sniffed deeply and savoured the pungent mix of his cologne, alcohol and musky masculinity. Slowly I began to rub his cock and balls with my hands as I licked his chest and nipples some more. He moaned as if he was enjoying the attention, even if he did think it was only in his dreams.
I figured that if he hadn't woken up by now, he wasn't going to, so I decided that the time had come! I peeled down his y-fronts, and guided his cockhead slowly into my mouth. It tasted really great, and had a drool of precum in the slit, which I worked around the glans, lubricating it even more. I worked my tongue all over the shaft, up and down, tasting every inch of his meat.
I knelt between his legs on the sofa and began to really work his cock in and out of my hot wet mouth. I pushed his legs up and out, exposing his balls to my mouth now as I began to suck and lap on them too.
Adam's moaning began to get a little louder, and for a moment I thought he must be awake, but his eyes remained firmly closed and his lips were fixed in a little smile which meant to me that he was enjoying it the attention and didn't want it to stop, no matter who was giving it to him.
I worked him over really well for a long time, alternating between sucking his fat cockshaft down my throat, and lapping on his balls and trying to work my tongue under them. I finally managed to push his legs up high enough to work my tongue into his butt crack and taste his most intimate erogenous zones.
God, I wanted this night to last forever! As I worked him over, I jacked on my cock, rubbing it over his hairy thighs, holding it against his thick meat and jacking us both, cocks pressed together.
At one stage, I even moved up to his face and rubbed my drooling cock against his lips. I got a little scared that he would wake up though when he suddenly grunted and raised his hand to fend off whatever it was he was dreaming of. I thought I'd better not try that again, and returned to giving pleasure below his waist.
Almost as soon as I returned his fat dick into my throat, I felt his body twitch and suddenly felt his cock exploding and spurting his thick white load into my mouth!
I quickly began to swallow and suck on his cock, loving every drop as it shot deep into me. His load tasted so sweet, I knew I had to have more of it. As I swallowed it all, I jacked my cock until I leaned back and shot a big load of cum all over his chest and stomach. I coated his body in my hot load and realised there was nothing I could do but lap it up as well.
I returned to sucking his dick until there was nothing left, collecting all the post-cum drool from his slit and I could feel the hardness of his meat begin to wane.
I lapped all of the wet spots off his stomach and thighs and threw a blanket over him, kissed his lips and whispered "Goodnight."
I collated all of his clothes into a pile so that I could pretend that he had undressed himself, and headed off to my room, to dream it all over again in my sleep.
As I headed out of the room, I heard his voice say, "Goodnight mate, and thanks, I needed that!"