T'was New Years Eve 1984/85 and I had decided to have one of my world-famous New Years Eve bashes. This year, I decided that it would be a little different, though.
You see, I lead two separate lives in one. On the one hand, there's the guy who goes out every weekend in skin tight clothes and cruises the bars, trying to find the right guy to settle down with.... A well known figure in the gay community. Yet, on the other hand, there was the masculine, straight, rugged, technical school student. No one at school had ever accused or even suspected that I might have been gay. I was just one of the "dudes".
In past years, I had thrown many New Years Eve parties for my gay friends.... quite successful I might add. Often they would turn into orgies, of sorts.... but that was OK with me. Two or three, or even four or five, people would disappear for a while into the bedroom and reappear later a little worse for wear. The bedrooms saw a lot of use at those parties, and I made several trips in there myself each year.
This year it was to be different. I knew that I could not mix my straight friends with my gay friends.... that would lead to disaster. I mean really, some of them are such queens. I had made the decision that this party would only be for the people at school.
The party went extremely well, all the "dudes" had a great time and thanked me as they left. The two kegs of beer were totally empty and the cups and bottles of champagne were everywhere. As one of my friends was leaving, he said "You better not let Joe drive home, he's really drunk... I think he's going to pass out!" I told him I would see how he was.
Everyone had gone, except Joe. We were pretty good friends.... he sat in front of me at school and we talked quite often and had studied together ocassionally at his house or mine. He was just laying there on the couch, his eyes barely open. I asked him if he could drive and he said he didn't think it would be a good idea. I told him he could crash in the bedroom for a while. Joe walked into the bedroom and I began to clean up a little.
After getting most of the mess out of the way, I decided to hit the sack myself. I walked into my room. Joe was lying on one of the two beds, totally passed out. His button down shirt had come pulled out from his jeans and I could see his stomach. I remembered all the time I had spent at school, watching him from behind. I loved when he wore a tight, short sleeve shirt so I could see the outline of his chest and his nice biceps. His pants were always a little big, so I never really could tell what he had in the meat department.
As I watched him in the light from a small lamp in the corner of the room, I remembered how much I had always thought that he looked like a rabbit. He had a biggish nose and two big teeth that were showing through his half-open mouth. Joe wasn't the greatest looking guy I knew, but he was a real nice guy and a good friend to have.
Being very drunk and quite horny from the memories of all the past New Years Eve parties, I decided there would be no harm in putting my hand on Joe's stomach since he was quite passed out and I love stomachs. I moved toward the bed and very, very gently rested my hand upon his stomach. There was no reaction, so I knew it would be safe to explore a little. I gingerly kissed him on the lips. His body scent and his tight stomach muscles really got me hot. I slowly, and very gently opened the buttons of his shirt one by one, exposing his chest. He had a small patch of hair in the very center of his chest, but was bare elsewhere. I was surprised how defined his chest was since I knew he had only been working out for a short while.
I listened carefully to make sure his breathing didn't change, because I sure as hell didn't want him to wake up while I was doing this or my friendship, not to mention my reputation at school, would be ruined. I reached down to calm my throbbing cock; I couldn't believe how hard I was. I rubbed Joe's chest and stomach for quite a while, but I knew I shouldn't go any further. I also knew that I would. Quieter than a mouse, I undid the button on his jeans and slipped down the zipper. As I pulled the flaps apart, I was surprised to see that he was not wearing any underwear. Being as drunk as he was, I wasn't surprised to see that his cock was like limp spaghetti, just laying there surrounded by a bush of curly brown hair.
I begin to gently toy with his penis. There was no response. None from his cock, nor any other part of his body. He was really out of it. I spread apart his pants and pulled them down as much as I could without moving him. I lowered my mouth to him and took his entire penis between my lips. The taste of it, along with his body smell that always drove me nuts when I was close to him at school were overwhelming. I freed my own cock and began to stroke myself as I sucked on him.
His cock started to swell in my mouth. I could feel it getting harder with every movement of my toungue. I started to get worried that he would wake up, so I started to suck more gently. In a few minutes, his limp meat had grown into a giant 8 inch pole. He stirred a little, but didn't seem to be coming around, so I didn't stop. As I pulled on my own cock, I knew I would cum very soon. Just as I was about to shoot, I stood up and pointed my cock directly at Joe's. I came all over his dick and his pubic bush. As my spasms subsided, I resumed sucking on his still-hard rod. I tasted my cum and could see some pre-cum fluid at Joe's tip. I wondered if someone who was unconcious could cum, but before I could wonder for too long, I got my answer. Joe spurted warm, delicious cum into my waiting mouth. Spurt after spurt, he came. I swallowed every drop as my cock once again got rock hard.
I really wanted to try to turn him over and fuck him. I started to push him a little. He grunted and seemed to be coming around. I decided I had taken enough chances and had already gotten more than I deserved. I zipped and buttoned Joe up wondering what would become of my cum all over his bush. I turned in for the night.
The next morning, or should I say afternoon, we woke up very late. I asked Joe if he had a good time at the party and said that he did from what he could remember. I told him all about how he had passed out and slept for 12 hours. He said he really "had to take a piss" and headed for the bathroom. When he came back he said "God, I haven't had a wet dream for years, but my pants were stuck to me!" I asked him if he remembered what the dream was about. He thought for a moment then turned bright red and seemed very reluctant to talk about it. I left well enough alone.
I said, "That must've been some dream!" He said, "Yeah, it really was....."
