The Weekend

The weekend started like many others at college, a frat party at the Point that continued on campus to the Quads where many of the younger frat members lived. It was my second year of college and this was the first real frat party of the semester. I was selected to be a resident assistant this year which meant I was the keeper of the peace on my hall and consequently had to remain available to everyone as I had keys to everyone’s rooms on the hall. No surprise how many drunken people can’t remember where they put their keys.
I had returned before the crowd from the Point wasted myself from way too many Tequila shots. At 19, I was getting to be quite the shot champion. Lying in my bed wondering when my odd roommate would get back, I heard someone loud walking down the hallway. When I looked out, I noticed Dave obviously wasted being walked up and down the end of the hallway by his roommate, Ken. Ken had Dave’s arm over his shoulder as if he were rescuing someone from a burning building. They were an odd sort, both short and fairly cute but they, maturity wise, forgot they were now in college, and seemed petty and stupid. When Ken saw me in the hallway, he called out to me for help. I went down the hall to see what was up. Dave who was not much of a drinker had drunk way too much and had passed out in the roadway in front of the Point. Ken had thought enough to get him up and try to get him home. Ken was worried that Dave was going to die from so much drinking but he really wanted to go over to the Quads to continue partying himself. Ken said, “Hey, don’t they pay you to take care of these things?”
“Well, not really, as we are on a dry campus, I’m supposed to make sure you don’t drink on campus but I can check on Dave a few more times before passing out myself.”
Ken gratefully opened the door to their room and helped Dave in. When Dave got close to his bed, Ken let him fall to his bed. He then said, “He’ll be alright then.” And left.
I asked, “Are you going to at least take his shoes off?”
“Can you get that for him?” And off he was.
There I was with a passed out Dave, drunk as anything myself and now I have to take care of the passed out oddity.
I struggled to get Dave’s high top shoes off and all the while, he never budged. He was still alive because I heard him breathing. I left telling myself I’d check on him in a little while and soon Ken would be back.
I went back to my room and checked out the latest free porn – hate paying for it. My girlfriend was out of town at her sister’s wedding. If she were here, I’d have never checked out the door in the first place. My roommate was not back yet either so I pulled my cock out to relieve the tension of the night. I was watching this young thing suck on her man’s cock and he was getting close, as was I when I heard a knock on the door. Damn. I checked to see Ken outside my door to say that he stopped to grab some more clothes and to tell me he was staying with a “friend” tonight. “Why are you telling me?” I asked.
“So you can check on Dave of course. I just did and I guess he’s still breathing. Thanks.”
Oh yeah. A good jack-off interrupted and I forgot to check on Dave. Yeah, I guess he was just laying there but I heard him breathing. I closed the door to get back to my fantasy blowjob but that was over. She now had her man bent over and was doing him with a dildo. He was screaming in ecstasy. Wow. My girlfriend had fingered my ass before but only when I was fingering hers. I guess she wanted to share the feeling because she knew when I fingered her ass, I was about to go in with my cock and was just trying to loosen her up a bit. She seemed to like it OK and I didn’t mind the fingering either. But this was different, that dildo seemed bigger that his dick.
Well since I had deflated after Ken’s announcement, I figured I might as well check on Dave and then I can rewind this a bit and get back to business.
Unfortunately, Dave was still passed out but had vomited on his shirt. OK, I’m a good guy so I struggled to get his shirt off without making a mess and threw it in the sink. That’s when I noticed how Dave was built. He was small statured but had a wrestler’s body – muscular but not too much. I also noticed he was rock hard too. Passed out drunk and rock hard. I tried to wake him again but he was out and his pants seemed very tight around his waist and balls for that matter, so I decided to at least undo his belt and top button of his jeans.
The thought of another guy’s erection, my continuing buzz and the recent thoughts of that guy getting his ass rammed all got the best of me. I just had to lower his zipper a little to see his cock. He had on plaid boxers but his cock tried to spring up through the fly as soon as I got the zipper down an inch or two. I let the zipper down all the way and his cock flew straight up. Checking again, he was breathing but definitely out. I grabbed his cock gently to stick it back in. That would be awkward if he woke up wondering why his dick was out. He had a short dick that was narrow at the head but was very thick at the base. I stroked him softly a couple times.