Taking Care of My Best Friend

Part 1

I couldn't believe it. I was having a gay fantasy about my best friend. I'm 35 and happily married. I've known Brian for 17 years, over half my life, ever since we were both juniors in rival high schools back in Delaware. We went to the same college and were roommates for 3 years. He played basketball while I went the academic route. We moved out to California together and eventually ended up working for the same company. We're both married and our wives, who are also good friends, are both pregnant. So why am I thinking like this? Am I that horny? Maybe it's because I haven't had sex a while. Ever since my wife got pregnant she hasn't had a desire for sex, and lately, well, let's just say my hand has been getting a good workout.

Brian is 6'6", about 220 lbs, and is still in great shape. He has sandy brown hair, brown eyes, and a goatee that looks great on him. I'd say he was a dumb jock, but he's far from dumb. But he is a jock, and a really nice guy. He's standing in front of my desk, slightly adjusting himself. I've seen him naked hundreds of times, from high school to just the other day (we go to the same gym), but up until yesterday I'd never thought twice about him. He's about 7 inches soft (I've never seen him hard) and has good sized balls, all of which he packs into full cut white Hanes briefs. He jokes that his boys need a house. He's not kidding! Yeah, he packs them nicely. And his butt. Wow! Talk about nice and round. It looks firm, but then I've never felt it... Well, except for the occasional pat during a game, but all jocks do that, and to be honest, I don't even remember how it felt.

Mandy, Brian's wife, is out of town visiting her mom for a couple of weeks. Brian is flying out to see her Monday. My wife's in Phoenix for the weekend. Her sister just had a baby.

I had a dream about Brian last night. A wet dream. Ever since then I've been thinking of some way to get my hands on him. Down his pants. I think I've figured it out. We're going down to Cecil's after work to watch the Lakers game. Brian is a huge Lakers fan. If I can get him drunk maybe I can have my way with him. For being such a big guy, Brian can't handle his liquor. Never has been able to, either. Especially the hard stuff. In fact, he all but quit drinking when he and Mandy got married a few years ago. Just a few beers now and then. Back in college, though, if he was drinking anything other than beer... watch out! Three or four mixed drinks or shots and he was wrecked. Drunk off his ass. I remember a couple of nights when Brian woke up the next morning with no memory of the night before. Once we were in Atlantic City and after getting nice and buzzed we'd gone to a strip club and then cruised in a limo for the rest of the night. The next morning the only thing Brian remembered was drinking at the casino. No memory of the lap dance, the limo ride. Nothing! He had a total gap of 6 hours! Well, if I could get him drunk tonight.

"Hey, Rick. Are you even listening? Rick!" I snapped out of it as Brian tapped my shoulder.

"Oh, sorry man," I murmured. "I guess I kinda spaced. What were you saying?"

"I was saying that it's about time to head on out," he said, pointing to the clock on the wall. "The game starts at 6:00 so if we leave now we'll have just enough time to get to the bar."

"Cool," I said, powering down my computer and grabbing my briefcase. "Let's hit it."

Twenty minutes later we were sitting at our usual booth down at Cecil's Bar and Grill. I was drinking my normal Vodka tonic and I had ordered Brian a Seven and Seven. Actually, I was drinking only tonic, but Brian didn't know.

We ordered some appetizers and I kept going to the bar to replenish our drinks.

After a while I noticed a change in Brian. I could tell by his eyes and the way he was talking that the alcohol was beginning to do it's work. All I had to do was feed him a couple of drinks an hour and his night would be one big blur.

He nudged my shoulder and shook his head. "I think I've had enough!" He was talking a little too loudly. A good sign for me.

I laughed and patted him on the back. "Come on, pal! This is your night. I drove, remember? Beside, tomorrow's Saturday."

"Yeah, okay. But I gotta piss, man." He stood up, too quickly, and knocked an empty dish from the table. I watched as he bent over to pick it up, his pants clinging to his ass. I could see the outline of his briefs and I had to restrain myself from reaching out.

I watched as he made his way back to the table, weaving all the way. His fly was open. In fact, it was open so wide that I could see his shirt and underwear. I smiled. He flopped down heavily into his chair, smiling his goofy smile back at me. "I think I'm fucked up," he said.

"Yeah, and your fly's open, dumbshit!"

His eyes widened as he looked down. "Oh shit! Thanks, man." He began to laugh.

As he tried to zip up I looked at him. For some reason I found myself totally attracted to him. My best friend! I felt myself going hard as he continued to awkwardly fumble with his zipper. Part of me wanted to reach over and grab his crotch. Finally he got it zipped.

"Here," I said, standing up. "Let me get you another drink."

"Hey, hey, easy man," he said. "I'm good."

I ignored him and walked to the bar. I ordered a Seven and Seven for Brian, tonic for me, and a double whiskey neat. I poured the extra whiskey into Brian's drink. The drunker he was...

He was watching the game when I got back to the table, munching on pretzels. I pushed to drink to him. "Bottoms up," I said, raising my glass. He smiled at me through bleary eyes and drank. If he tasted the extra alcohol, he didn't say.

I ordered him one more drink before we left. By the time we left he was having a hard time walking. As I helped him into the jeep I let my hand roam to his ass. He had no clue. I laid my hand heavily on his crotch while I buckled him into his seat. Still nothing. I leaned the seat back for him and told him to lie back. By the time I pulled out of the parking lot he was snoring softly, his lips slightly parted.

Instead of going straight to his house I stopped at an adult bookstore. I locked the car doors and went into the store. I was embarrassed, but my horniness took over. It took me a few minutes to find what I was looking for: wrist restraints, lube and poppers. Brian was still asleep when I got back to the jeep.

I pulled into his driveway and leaned over him to get his keys from his pocket, making sure to explore a little while I fished. I rubbed his soft cock through his suit pants and he moaned. I looked up at him. Still asleep. I helped him out of the jeep. He could hardly walk and he leaned heavily on me as I helped him through the front door and to his room. I laid my bag from the adult bookstore on the night stand. I sat Brian on the bed and sat down next to him. He was unsteady and had to lean against me to avoid falling over. His eyes were glazed, his breathing was a bit rushed and his lips were moist and slightly parted. I put one arm around his waist to steady him and the other on his crotch. He had a nice sized bulge and as I began rubbing it I could feel it grow slightly. He started to moan and his head lolled from side to side. While continuing to rub his crotch through his pants, I took my other arm, still wrapped around his waist, and pulled his shirt and t-shirt from his pants. I snaked my hand under the t-shirt and up his stomach to his chest.

I moved my hand back and forth, alternately plucking and twisting his now hardening nipples. His bulge continued to grow. I blew in his ear, flicked my tongue in and out, and nibbled his ear lobe, all the while twisting his titties. He began to resist, pushing against me, but I held tight. I opened the bottle poppers with my thumb and held it under his nose while tightly twisting one of his nipples. I told him to sniff and he inhaled deeply. His body jerked and he began babbling as the aroma threw him into a sexual high. He was off balance now, not knowing where the next sensation was coming from, but obviously enjoying them. I pulled him the rest of the way on the bed and laid him down. He was moaning and groaning from the sensations, his body thrashing. While continuing the titty torture I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. I could see the waistband of his white Hanes Classics briefs! He moaned again and I gave him another hit of the poppers. I decided to take a hit myself. Wow! They were fucking fantastic! I had never tried anything like that. My head was spinning and I could feel my crotch growing.

I maneuvered myself so I was on stop of Brian in a straddling position. I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled his t-shirt up to his neck. I almost drooled as I stared at his broad, smooth chest. I leaned in and began nibbling at his rubbery cones.

As he moaned I could feel him growing harder under me. I got off him and traced my hand down over his stomach and to the mound in his pants. I slowly pulled his zipper down and watched as his huge white bulge spread the material apart. I took another deep breath of poppers and then ran the back of my hand softly over his crotch. I worked his slacks down to his knees and stopped to take a look.

There was Brian McEachern, my best friend, and now the object of my desire, lying on his bed in bulging white briefs. He was completely out of it and unaware that my hands were exploring every inch of his hot, magnificent body. His eyes were open, but they were glazed and unfocused, and his head was rolling back and forth. I lifted his head off the bed, put the bottle of poppers under his nose and made him inhale again.

I slipped off his shoes and stripped his slacks off completely. I took out the restraints. I fastened one end to a bed post and cuffed the other end around Brian's wrist. I did the same with the other. Then I spread his legs apart and kneeled between them, softly cupping his huge bulge which was still covered by his briefs.

"Hey there, Prince Charming," I whispered, knowing he could hear me but would never remember anything that was happening. "How are you feeling?" I ran my fingers through his hair, stroking his ear.

"Mmmmm..." he moaned drunkenly. I my hand up his inner thigh, over his crotch and up to his nipples, softly tickling all the way. My other hand stopped stroking his hair and now massaged his crotch.

"Here, buddy" I said, putting a bottle of whiskey to his lips, "drink this."

I lifted his head and thrust the bottle in his mouth. His mouth was quickly filled with the liquor. He tried to spit it out, but I pushed his head back and stroked his throat with my other hand. He swallowed, drinking at least three more shots.

"Good boy," I said. Setting the bottle down and wiping Brian's mouth and chin. "Very good. You should be feeling relaxed really soon." I reached inside his bulging briefs and ran my thumb over his shaft and head. It was sticky with pre-cum.

His nipples were erect. I had never realized how big they were. Almost like bullets. I wet my fingers and continued to pluck at them and rub his crotch.

"Well, what do we have here," I said, my hand coming to rest on Brian's bulging crotch. By now his hips had begun to rock, slowly thrusting up and own. "It looks like you're enjoying this. How about some more of this?"

I put the bottle of poppers under his nose again. "Here, inhale."

"Ooohhh," he moaned as the aroma threw him into a sexual high. "Oh, fuck, oh fuck!" I put the bottle to his other nostril and he inhaled again. "Unnhhh!"

While his hips continued to thrust I pulled off my already loosened tie and lightly gagged him. Then I slipped his briefs down. His dick now exposed. It was about 10 inches erect! His balls were each about the size of an egg. I took two fingers and began to rub the knob, which was now leaking pre-cum. Brian tried to avoid the sensations by hunching his body, but I sat on his legs and continued the assault. My hands alternated between his nipples and his cock. That, along with the combination of whiskey and poppers, was keeping the big stud off balance. He was higher than a kite and gave in to the delicious torture.

My fingers crawled up from his nipples to his drooling mouth. I was surprised when he began to suck on them. I felt my own crotch tingle. I clamped my lips around his left nipple and he moaned in pleasure. He was so drunk and high that he didn't seem to know where (or who) the sensations were coming from.

I looked down at his throbbing cock. Fuck! Up until this night I had never even had a sexual thought about a guy and here I was working over my best friend! I shrugged my shoulders. Bending down I took his swollen cock into my mouth, almost choking. His cum tasted both salty and sweet. I started to suck.

"Unnggghhh!! Fuck!! Oh man, oh man!" He was almost screaming. My mouth pulled off him slowly and my soft tongue began swirling over his cock head. I wrapped one hand around his shaft and cupped and jiggled his balls with the other. I reached over and grabbed the lube and coated my fingers. I began to bob my mouth up and down on his cock while I slipped a finger into his tight virgin hole and began to probe.

"Shit, shit, shit!!!" Brian screamed through his gag. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!"

I plunged my finger deeper up Brian's asshole, rubbing the prostate while his hips were bucking wildly. His long toes were curled and his thighs were spread wide. With one final pinch of a tit and poke of the finger, Brian's dick knob expanded and then exploded. I pulled off as he shot wad after wad of thick cum into the air and onto his chest. His muscles went rigid and he began howling and thrashing about as I kept jacking him until every drop of cum had been worked from him. Then I began to work my tongue like a lathe over his dick head again. His hips jerked and rolled, desperately trying to keep the ticklish sensation of my tongue from lapping at his overworked cock head. I just kept nursing on the cock with Brian begging and pleading him to stop.

"Oh, fuck man! Oooohhhhhh.... stop!!! Please!!!!" But as long as my finger was up his ass and my lips were wrapped around his cock he was unable to relax it and make it go soft. After ten more minutes of sucking and bobbing anal probing, Brian came again. This time I swallowed it all. Every drop. Hell, I'd gone this far. Why not?

Brian has passed out after his orgasm and I smiled as I looked up at his peaceful face. I began to feel guilty for what I'd done. But there wasn't anything I could do about it now.

I decided to get him dressed. I figured I'd put all his clothes back on, except his shoes, and lay him out on his bed. Tomorrow morning he would just think that I helped him upstairs and let him pass out. He would never suspect that anything else had happened.

I slipped his briefs back up and rested my head on his full crotch for a while, wishing I had a camera. Maybe when we went fishing next month... I'd bring some whiskey, the poppers and a polaroid camera. Get the big stud drunk again... maybe get him to suck my cock this time... Poor Brian would have no clue. Again.

I finally got him dressed. Suit coat and all. Except his tie, which he had taken off at the bar. Once I got the big stud dressed again I let him flop onto the bed. He curled up in a ball, his big butt sticking up at me. Smooth, round, firm. I licked my lips, softly squeezing and massaging his ass cheeks. Something came over me. I had to have him again. My hand crawled over, unzipped his fly and reached in. He had gone soft. Nothing a few seconds of cock massage wouldn't cure. Taking my tie, I bound his wrists loosely behind his back and rolled him onto his back. The dazed stud was trying to move his arms, but he was too hammered to put up any kind of a struggle. I undid his belt once again and opened his pants. I sat him up and onto my lap and let his pants fall to his ankles in a puddle. For some reason it turned me on. Having a big, drunk, hunky, dazed stud sitting on my lap half-dressed and helpless was almost too much... His head was lolling. I put the poppers under his nose and he took a big hit. He did it almost automatically. He was drooling and babbling as I began a slow, insidious massage through his nice white briefs. He was getting hard again and I kept him off balance with random hits of the poppers. I spread his legs a bit and slid my hands between his legs. I could feel the heat from his big, trapped balls. I slipped my fingers under the leg and tickled at his sweaty scrotum. I probed until I found his hole and I worked my finger in. He began to quiver, still in the sexual high from the poppers and I worked my finger around more. A moan escaped his lips and I knew I had found his prostate. I continued frigging him until I felt him shudder in my arms. His hips bucked a few times and I knew he was flooding his clean white briefs with a load of sticky jizz. I smiled as I saw the spreading wet spot.

I pulled his pants back up, tucked his shirt back in, did up his pants and laid him back on his bed. Come morning he would have no clue. None.

Part 2

It had been three weeks since I had gotten my best friend Brian totally drunk and then had my way with him. Ever since that night my cock has gone hard every time I've thought about what I did that night. Stripping him down... jerking him off... giving him a blow job. I had never done anything like that in my life! I was straight and happily married, but here I was, thinking about getting him again. Just as I had thought, Brian had no idea what had happened that night. He was totally clueless and that just made me want him again.

Brian and I usually went away together a few times a year skiing, fishing, camping, you name it. We usually brought our wives, but every now and then it was just the guys. So I planned a weekend for just the two of us. I also packed a few special supplies: a video camera and tripod, a polaroid camera, plenty of film, wrist restraints, lube, and the poppers. Oh yeah, and some valium. Just in case Brian didn't want to drink much I figured I could mix it in with his beer. Yeah, I wanted my big studly friend bad. I could see myself easing a slightly groggy, giggling Brian to his knees... feeding him my cock... blowing my load all over his face. Oh yeah, I was going to have a blast!

This weekend was the perfect time. Things hadn't been going well at the office for Brian. Several major deals had fallen through and he had been feeling some heat from the partners. He had been pissed off and cranky all week and when I asked him if he wanted to get out of town for the weekend he jumped at the chance.

We had packed the night before so we could leave straight from the office and not waste any time. We drove up to Lake Arrowhead to a cabin my cousin owns. We'd been there before on several occasions. It was on a small bay that boasted good fishing and very few neighbors.

I grabbed my gear and went to my room, telling Brian I wanted to take a shower. He wanted to do the same. After a quick shower I dressed and began to set up my room. I put the video camera on the tripod and set it up in a corner where it would have a good view of the bed. I hooked the restraints low on the bed posts and hid them best I could by the bed spread. I put the poppers and lube in the drawer of the nightstand. Finally, I ground up a couple of the valium pills into a plastic baggie and stuffed it in my pocket.

Brian was making a couple of sandwiches when I came out of my room. He was wearing jeans and a gray short sleeved button down shirt. The TV was turned on to a Bulls game and he was just about to crack open a couple of beers.

"Hey," I said, stopping him. "How about some of this to go with?" I pulled the Jack Daniels from the cupboard and a couple of shot glasses. I half-expected Brian to say no, but I was surprised by his reaction.

"Fuck, yeah! Man, this week totally sucked. I could really use this." He grabbed the shot glass, filled it and tossed it back, following it with a big swig of beer. "Ah..."

I tried to suppress a smile. This was going better than I hoped. "Easy, big guy," I said, putting my hand on his shoulder. It felt electric and I had to fight an urge to grab his ass. "You don't want to over do it. You remember what happened last time."

"Actually," he said, taking another long draw of his beer, "I don't. Well, at least up to a point. Last thing I remember is you telling me that my zipper was down. That's it."

I smiled, feeling all warm. I downed my shot. "Yeah, well, nothing much happened. Lakers won, I took you home."

Brian took another drink of beer. "Yeah, and you know what? I must've had some kind of dream, because in the morning I had messed my shorts."

I felt my cock lurch in my briefs. "What? Ewww... okay, that's just too much information, pal."

Brian just shrugged. "Here, have a sandwich." He handed me a plate with a sandwich and some chips. Then he grabbed his beer and food and sat down on the couch to watch the game.

"Hey," I called, "do you want another beer there?"

"Yeah, and another shot, too, okay?"

"Sure," I smiled. I opened the refrigerator and grabbed a couple of beers. Then I grabbed the bottle of apple juice. I filled my shot glass with the juice and poured whiskey into Brian's. Damn if I was going to get drunk tonight! I looked at the two glasses. They looked identical.

I handed him the beer and the shot. I got mine and held it up. "Fuck work!"

"Fuck work!" he echoed, tossing back the shot and taking a draw from his beer.

We went on eating and talking and watching the game and drinking. We both had another shot and a couple more beers. I kept an eye on Brian, monitoring his movements. He looked a little buzzed and happy. I offered to fetch another shot for the two of us.

"Uh, just make mine a beer. I think I've had enough for a while. I want to stay awake for the rest of the game!"

"Sure," I said, getting up from the couch and going to the kitchen. I took down a glass from the cupboard and emptied some of the ground up valium into it. Then I filled the glass with beer and swished it around to mix in the drug. I handed it to him, nervously.

"Here you go, pal," I stammered.

"Wow," Brian chuckled, taking the glass. "Such service! Thanks, buddy."

I kept glancing at him nervously as he drank the beer, hoping like hell that he didn't taste anything. He obviously didn't because he kept drinking.

We continued to bull shit and watch the game, laughing and blowing off steam. As the game went on I noticed a gradual change in Brian. He was laughing and giggling more and he was slurring his words. I moved closer to him on the couch. He didn't notice. I put my hand on his knee and he looked at me through smiling glazed eyes.

"What's up Rick?"

I squeezed his knee and he spasmed with laughter. "Nothing," I said. "I just remembered how ticklish you were!" My other hand grabbed his ribs and began kneading.

Brian burst out in laughter. "You shit! Two can play at that!" He started to grab at me, but the combination of the alcohol and the valium had dulled his reaction time and it was easy for me to bat away his hands.

The blush drifted from his face as the valium-spiked drink began taking effect. His shirt was half out of his pants by now and I began feeling him up without his knowing. I could see he was getting hard. I decided to make a move and I squeezed his crotch.

"Uhhhh.... oh man!!" he hissed, throwing his head back.

I rose and stood directly in front of him. I quickly unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and shoved them past my knees. My white briefs were strangled with my erection. I lifted Brian from the couch and helped him to stand. He was looking right at me, but I knew he was so fucked up that he wasn't seeing anything. He was wobbling and giggling as I eased him to his knees. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled it forward, nuzzling his face in my crotch. I pulled my briefs down and tucked them under my full balls. I stuck my cock between his lips and into his mouth, but it slipped out as he fell back against the couch and onto the floor, laughing.

I pulled my briefs and pants back up and looked down at my dazed friend. I knew he was past the point and, helping him to his feet, I took his hand and led him, staggering, to my bedroom. I took him in my arms as we stood by my bed and I began feeling him all over, biting, sucking and licking his neck. He was completely trashed and had no idea what I was doing. In fact, he could barely stand by himself. I maneuvered him to the wall at the head of the bed and leaned his big body against it to keep him from falling. His head was pitched forward and he was moaning. I unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it from his broad shoulders and down his arms. He wasn't wearing a t-shirt and I marveled at how his nipples became erect at my touch. I wrapped my lips around one and began to knead it in my mouth, rolling it between my teeth. Then I moved to the other and did the same.

"Oh, fuck baby, ohhh...," Brian moaned lowly, putting his arms around me. "Ooohh, honey," he mumbled.

I looked up at him. Shit! He must think I'm Mandy!

"Ahh, oh baby, that's nice!" he continued to rub my lower back.

I moved my hands slowly down to his waist where I could see the waistband of his Hanes peaking out. Oh, those fucking hot tighty whities! I unbuttoned his pants. I tugged down the zipper and slipped my hands in and around to his firm butt. I massaged gently as I continued to nibble at his neck and ear lobes. My fingers reached in and teased his tight pucker. I pushed his jeans to the floor. His snug white briefs were bulging out and I helped him step out of his pants, all the while cupping and massaging his substantial bulge. Then I half-carried, half-dragged the dazed, drugged stud to the bed and flopped him down. I took the bottle of poppers and put it under his nose. He took a deep breath and moaned more. I quickly bound his wrist to the restraints and sucked at his nipples. I caressed his long, stiff cock and cupped his big balls which were constricting more and more each time I fondled them. I let up my torture. I didn't want him to cum too soon. After all, it was still early.

I ran my fingers slowly up and down his entire body, tickling here, twisting and plucking there. I nibbled at his ear lobes, ran my fingers through his hair and into his mouth. I gave him another hit of the poppers and gave myself one. While he was still babbling in his aroma-induced high, I forced a couple more shots of whiskey into him. I didn't want him to sober up too much!

I took the polaroid camera from my bag and popped in a new cartridge of film. I started to snap pictures. I put in a second cartridge. I couldn't believe it! I had this fucking hot stud right where I wanted him, totally out of it, strapped to my bed in his bulging white briefs. I was so turned on and hot that I stripped down to my briefs, which were bulging themselves. I couldn't take it any more! I jumped on Brian and began dry humping him through my briefs. It didn't take much before I burst, screaming in ecstasy as my briefs filled with cum.

"Oohhh, ahhhh...," I moaned and rolled off him as my orgasm subsided. I grabbed his cock and began pumping him slowly through his briefs, getting him worked up more and more.

I slipped his briefs completely off and held them to my nose, inhaling deeply. They were slightly damp with his pre-cum, and that, mingled with the faint scent of piss was intoxicating. I shuddered and took another deep breath. Then I lifted his legs and placed them over my shoulders. I wedged a couple pillows under his lower back and butt so his lower body was raised almost a foot off the bed. Then I bent in and plunged my tongue into his exposed asshole, flicking it in and out. Brian went crazy! His hips bucked wildly as thick ropes of cum shot from his cock onto his chest and neck. Without missing a beat I licked up the man juice and took his still throbbing cock into my mouth. He hissed loudly and started to whimper. I pulled off momentarily and gave him a long hit of the poppers. I looked up again. The video camera in the corner was capturing everything. I lubed up my finger and inserted it. I was bobbing up and down on his cock in a slow and steady rhythm while I slipped a second finger into his widening hole.

"Oh gawd, oh fuck!!! Sssshiiiittt...," he cried out, slurring. "Uunnngghh... ummmm!! Aahhh!!!"

I continued the anal probe. His cock was rock hard and I pulled off it slowly. I ran my tongue up and down the 10-inch pole, over the thick piss lips and to the purplish head which was still leaking juice. I lubed up my palm and grasped it, sliding my fist up and down in a quick motion. Brian's breath began to quicken and I plunged my finger deep up his ass. He whimpered once, thrust his hips and screamed. Cum began to squirt from his cock again. I watched as the jizm shot up his stomach and onto his chest. When I finished jerking it dry I lowered my sticky briefs and grabbed my own throbbing cock. I sat on Brian's stomach and stroked my cock back and forth until I couldn't take it any more. I aimed my big bone at Brian with one hand and lifted his head off the bed with the other. Then I shot my load. It landed all over Brian's chest, neck and face. It dribbled down his mustache to his lips. I let his head drop back down to his pillow and picked up the polaroid camera and snapped a couple of head shots.

I smiled as I saw him licking his lips. He tried to reach a hand down to his face but they were still restrained. I helped him lick his face off, forcing my tongue into his mouth and kissing him long and hard. Then I licked all the sticky goo from his body. Taking a warm wet towel from the bathroom I cleaned up both myself and Brian.

I untied my drunk friend and put his underwear back on. I took more pictures. Brian looked so fucking sexy in his white briefs. I pulled his jeans back on and his shirt. Once he was dressed I helped the big dazed stud back to the living room and plopped him down on the couch where he had been sitting earlier. He looked so cute and helpless! I sat down next to him and rested his head on my shoulder. I unzipped his fly and reached in to massage his soft cock. He just moaned. I got up and grabbed the camera, taking a couple of pictures of him with his fly spread open, his underwear showing. I was tempted to leave him unzipped, but thought better of it.

I went back to the bedroom, cleaned everything up and put everything away. Then I put my clothes back on and joined Brian in the living room.

I wanted Brian to think that he wasn't the only one who got fucked up so I dumped a couple of beers into the sink along with some of the whiskey. Then I set the bottle down on the end table nearest me, sat back on the couch and tried to sleep.

END

CAPTCHA