Hungover and Horny

Damn, we drank so much last night! I figured we would. We always did when we got together to play games. We had a “reunion night.” My old roommate and his brother, our friends Bess and Heidi, and our friend Rick. When we first were out of college, we drank like this a couple times a week. Watching TV, playing drinking Jenga and various card games while pounding beers. Jenga got especially dangerous when we added in shots for knocking over the tower or pulling a block that told you to do one.

We were now in our mid-thirties, most of us with families, so this was no longer such a normal occurrence, and we didn’t process our alcohol as quickly as we used to. As I laid in bed in one of my buddy’s guestrooms with my eyes closed, I was pretty sure I was still a little drunk.

As I laid there perfectly still, I felt the bed shift. This wasn’t particularly surprising to me. Over the years we all drank together, it was pretty common for any combination of us to share a bed together. There simply was a finite number of beds and couches in any of our homes and we didn’t make each other sleep on the floor. I squinted my eyes open and saw Rick next to me in bed, both of us fully clothed from simply passing out as soon as we hit the bed.

“Fuck, I’m gonna be so hungover,” he moaned.

“Yep,” was my simple reply.

“And damn I’m so horny!” he blurted out nonchalantly.

“Christ, me too,” I replied honestly. I was always super horny after a night of drinking.

“Oh yeah?” Rick responded. “Anything I can help you with?” He rolled onto his side and placed his hand on my stomach.

Rick was gay and I knew he thought I was cute. He had made passing comments about wanting me over the years but we were good friends and I knew he would never actually do anything to me unless I gave him permission. But I also knew if I gave him an opening that he’d take it.

He left his hand on my stomach for awhile as we lay there chatting. I lived in a different city now so didn’t get to see the group as much any more. We both mentioned how much we missed nights like the one before, with everyone together.

As we continued to talk, Rick slowly started moving his hand around, massaging my stomach through my clothes. We talked longer and eventually his hand made it under my shirt and directly onto my stomach, making little circles on my abs. Our casual conversation slowly started to shift.

“God I would love to make you feel so good right now.” I didn’t respond.

“Seriously, I bet I could give you the best blowjob you’ve ever had,” he said matter-of-factly. “Way better than any chick has done.”

“Uh huh, sure you could,” was my only response.

I lay there still as he flattened his hand and caressed my stomach some more. I closed my eyes as I felt his hand slide up my body a little more as he talked. He finally made his way to my chest. He began to feel me up and circle and pinch my nipples. Fuck, I had to admit to myself, it did feel good.

In all our years of friendship, Rick had never initiated contact like this. I don’t know if it was that we didn’t see each other as much and he felt he was running out of chances or what, but he must have decided that today he was taking a real shot at having me. I knew all I had to do was say stop. There was no doubt in my mind that he would immediately end this if I asked him to. But I didn’t. The only sound that escaped my lips was a moan as he pinched my nipple again.

The moan must have given him the idea to proceed.