My First Night

“Boy that was a wild night, eh Chris?” I said to my friend Chris, whose house we were at for a party. By now everyone else had gone home and we had just finished cleaning up, before I was to head home.

“Yea and now I’m so tired I could just collapse on the couch” Chris complained.

“What, you mean the couch that I’m sitting on?” I said with a wink. My friends and I had a suspicion that Chris may not be as straight as they come, but I would never admit that to him. Secretly though, I wasn’t exactly straight either, and I had sometimes fantasized about guys when I was jacking off. It gave me a certain thrill, knowing that it wasn’t something that everyone else did; sort of like incest, or bestiality. The fact that it was so wrong just made it that much more enticing.

Now would be a good time to tell you a little about myself: I’m 6’1, 150 pounds of lean muscle. My body, while not skinny, isn’t muscular either, although my last girlfriend thought I was pretty hot. I have brown hair, brown eyes and a face that is always smiling. My cock, like the rest of me, is pretty long and lean, a modest 6 or 7 inches long and about 2 and a half inches around. My friend Chris is the same height as me, although he likes to consider himself taller. He has brown hair like mine, and blue eyes that sparkle when he’s around me. He has the same build as me, although maybe not as muscular. But on to the rest of the story…

“Shut up, you just want me on the couch so you can fuck me” Chris said, much to my amazement.

“You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Having a guy as hot as me alone on your couch” I retorted.

“Maybe I would and maybe I wouldn’t…guess we’ll have to find out!” Chris said, as he came to lie across my lap. I have to admit, when I felt his ass press down against my groin, I suppressed a little moan and started to feel my dick swell in my jeans.

“Comfy?” I asked, as nonchalantly as I could manage in my current position.

“Feels just right” he said, “except for that hard thing digging into my ass. That isn’t what I think it is….right David?”

“Well, that all depends on what you think you’re sitting on” I countered. “And before you get any ideas, it’s just my belt buckle, you perv.”

“Damn, not what I was hoping for” Chris said, supposedly under his breath. We sat there quietly, just enjoying each other’s company until I realized that Chris was fast asleep. With his legs lying across me and his dick just inches away from mine, it was a very erotic position to be in. All of a sudden, the alcohol I’d had that night was coming back to bite me in the ass, and I really had to go yack.

Unfortunately, Chris’s legs were in the way of my exit, so I had to lift them up to free myself. It was quite dark and, subconsciously or not, I “accidentally” put my hand on Chris’s dick and attempted to move myself off the couch, without waking him up.

After coming back from the bathroom, my dick was semi-hard thanks to the brief contact my hand had made with Chris’s manhood; it had felt warm and stiff, even in his sleeping state.