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We got back into the city just as rush hour was starting to get really bad. I was glad we weren't getting stuck on the highways; it was already hot enough without sitting in a line of idling cars. Not that our unairconditioned house was any relief from the heat. We flopped down onto the couch, hardly able to move in the hot, humid air, laying there in silence for a few minutes.
"Let's just go to the bar man," said Gavin. "At least it's cool in there."
"Yeah, let's do it," I agreed.
"The Garage?" he asked. He had his hands on top of his head, airing out his armpits. I could see the tufts of hair poking out the sleeves, and could smell the spicy musk of the sweat staining his shirt.
"Sounds good to me!"
We made our way back out onto the street, walking slowly down the sidewalk. This bar was only a few blocks away, and also didn't card half the time. Luckily, this was one of those times. This place was a lot bigger than the bar we were at last night. At the entrance was a bar with wrap around seating, and behind that was a second room with tables and dart boards, while even further back was a third room reserved for the pool tables. The place probably had a total of four windows in all three rooms, and was kept air conditioned. It was like a giant, cold cave of a bar, and we had it nearly to ourselves.
Grabbing our drinks, we made our way to the pool tables in the far back. I started setting up a round, looking up at Gavin as I racked the balls.
"Ready to have your ass beaten?" He grinned.
"It's fucking on!"
We played pool together a lot, and were pretty well practiced, so the games were all pretty even, but ultimately after probably ten rounds and four drinks a piece I came out the winner of our little tournament, and we decided to sit down and relax for a while, chain smoking cigarettes and working on another beer.
"So man, can I ask what inspired your uh... little show earlier?" I ventured. We hadn't talked about it at all since getting in the car, and I guess with the liquid courage I felt brave enough to try and talk to him about it. He sort of blushed a little, and grinned
"Truly man? I don't really know. Maybe I just like showing off or something? I really didn't think that other dude was gonna come in, though. But it did kinda give me more of a rush."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Besides," I ventured, "it looked like you have a lot to show off." That was definitely the beer talking. He just grinned back at me, looking right in my eyes.
"Ha! Thanks man. Bet you didn't think it, me being so short and all."
"You're not that short, man. And dude, I can't believe you don't always have girls hanging off that thing." He just shrugged resignedly in response.
"Never manage to seal the deal, man. I've only hooked up with, like, three girls!" I couldn't believe that when I heard it.
"Wait, what??"
"Yeah, all girlfriends in high school. Still haven't gotten with anyone in college."
"Well, once you get with one, I'm sure word will get out about that," I gestured to his crotch, "and besides, until then you always have public showers for a thrill!"
"Fuck you!" he laughed at me.
"You know, that guy back there totally would have given you a blowjob," I teased him, hoping I'd maybe be able to judge his reaction to the idea.
"No way man! Really?" He had a look of disbelief on his face.
"Yeah, I saw him getting hard in his shorts when he saw it. You were just too embarrassed to look at him!"
"Well he startled the shit out of me man! But fuck..." he had a sort of distant, slightly expression, like he was thinking wistfully about something. "Maybe if I'd known that could have happened I wouldn't have bolted so quickly..."
I was working up the courage to ask him if he'd ever actually let a guy suck him off, but as I was about to speak a group of three loud jocks came into the back, setting up their own game of pool and shutting me up. I was not about to ask something like that in front of those guys, and it looked like Gavin had similarly decided the conversation was over for the time being, snapping out of his little daze and taking a long drink of his beer.
"Let's play some more pool man!"
By the time we left, we'd played another dozen rounds of pool, drinking pretty heavily throughout. The sun had long since set, and we stumbled our way back to the house. Gavin seemed to be pretty wasted, judging from his movements, and when we got home he immediately chugged a few glasses of water.
"It's too fucking hot in here man!" he loudly slurred, and began to strip down to his underwear. I was pretty drunk too, and decided to follow suit. We flopped drunkenly down onto the couch into just our boxer briefs, turning on the TV to some random shit and packing up a bong. We were both covered in sweat, our underwear bulging with the heft of our heat relaxed cocks and balls.
"Dude, I'm fucking wasted," Gavin said, before taking a massive hit and proceeding to cough his lungs up. I just laughed stupidly at him while he coughed and got his breath back, choking out a huge plume of white smoke.
"Fuck that was too much man," he wheezed. "Goddamn." He grabbed his glass of water and chugged it down.
"Yeah man, you basically finished half that bowl," I said. I took the remaining hit while he kept coughing a little, and went upstairs to the bathroom. While I was taking a long piss, I thought about how wild the past day had been, and how much I'd been able to see and hear of Gavin. Part of me was happy just to be the voyeur to his horny antics, while another part of me wanted to see how much I could join in with him. I just didn't want to push anything or make it weird, as above all he was just a good friend to me. Plus, we were roommates, and I didn't want a messy situation to develop. Pondering these thoughts, I went back downstairs, where Gavin had passed out on the couch, the TV still playing. I stumbled over to him, grabbing his shoulder and giving him a little shake, but only got a soft groan. I shook a little harder, and he groaned a little louder. I heard a super sleepy and muffled,
"Just lemme sleep here man." I just sighed.
"Let's get you on your side at least," I said. I got a bucket from the kitchen, and manhandled him from where he was sitting up leaning against the armrest down onto the length of the couch, resting his head on its side above the bucket in case he threw up or something. It seemed like he might be that drunk. Throughout the process of physically handling him, he offered only mild protests, mostly content to be laid out in a more comfortable position. I couldn't help but admire the feel of his muscle as I moved him, how warm he was being so close, the musky, spicy smell of his sweat. And of course the mound of his underwear encased genitals, shifting into different angles as I moved him, his cock visibly flopping around and jostling with his big balls. I'd moved him into this position with my hands under his armpits, essentially dragging him down that way, and I took a quick smell of them, covered in his sweat, my cock throbbing at the smell.
Gavin had pretty much passed right back out once I got him onto his side, and I could hear his breathing evening out as he fell deep into sleep, a blissful expression on his face as he started to snore. I was so drunk and horny, I just stood there for several long minutes, getting a good eyeful of my hot, nearly naked friend. His grey boxer briefs looked a little damp, and I could clearly see a darker stain under his balls, where he must have been sweating the heaviest. I was so horny I couldn't think straight, and drunkenly decided to try and see how far I could go here. All I wanted was to smell his crotch, get a really good whiff of his spicy musk straight from the dirtiest source.
I gave his shoulder a light shake, which got no response from him. He was way too passed out to notice anything. I slowly, quietly got to my knees on the couch beside him, leaning in towards his clothed mound. At this angle, I could distinctly see where his cockhead bulged, and the swell of his large balls below it. The smell of him was so much stronger here, between his legs. I could feel the heat of his genitals above my forehead as I inhaled deeply near his taint, smelling the raunchy stink of his hairy ass mixed with the spicy, sexual musk of precum and stale piss. I reached out my trembling hand, and lightly groped his package, feeling the heat as I kneaded and tugged at his cock and balls. I was so beyond horny at this point, I wasn't sure how far I'd go with this. I glanced at his face, his eyes were still tightly closed and he'd started snoring louder, a good sign that he wasn't waking any time soon.
I reached my hands up to the waistband of his underwear, and slowly started to pull them up and over the mound of his genitals. His wild bush was the first thing to come into sight, then the thick base of his soft cock, then finally I was pulling the underwear below his balls. The warm night had his balls hanging lower than I'd seen them in the showers, stretching out the hairy sac. His fat cockhead at the end of his thick 6 inches of soft shaft was hanging just as low as his balls were, a substantial package which now smelled so much stronger than before. I leaned in close, staring at the soft, moist looking head and his wrinkled sac, and inhaled deeply, my cock raging hard as I got drunk off the sweat and musk. I needed to taste it.
I slowly stuck out my tongue and took a single swipe of his cockhead, stopping to gauge his reaction. Nothing. Feeling bolder, I shifted down and gave one of his balls several long licks, feeling the coarse hair on my tongue and the smooth skin as his testicle shifted. It tasted amazing, slightly salty with a hint of booze and piss. I just continued to slowly lick his balls, coating his sac with my spit. Occasionally, I would take one in my mouth and softly suck on it, not hard enough to wake him but hard enough to feel the heft and weight of it in my mouth.
I kept glancing up at his face sleeping face, hoping my actions weren't waking him. I knew what I was doing was wrong, and he'd flip out on me if he woke up, but it was like a switch had flipped in my brain, drunk and crazed with lust for him. I kept licking and sniffing around his sweaty genitals, heart pounding in my chest, slowly pulling on my rock hard dick through my underwear and leaking precum like crazy. He would sigh occasionally, but was still asleep, snoring heavily for the most part.
Soon enough, his cock began to fill out, slowly inflating with blood as I gently stimulated it. I watched in amazement as it filled out, growing thicker and longer. I licked up the thick, pulsing underside of his shaft before taking just his fat head in my mouth and sucking softly, keeping my eyes on his face the whole time. He groaned a little at that sensation, but his eyes stayed closed and he quickly resumed snoring once I swiftly took him out of my mouth. With shaking fingers, I reached out to grasp the column of thick flesh. It curved upwards slightly, and pulsed with his heartbeat. I couldn't manage to close my hand around it, it was so thick. I slowly pumped my fist up and down, feeling how the soft skin moved over his hardness, and the way his big, cum filled balls shifted in the hairy sac. Soon, a drop of precum appeared at his piss slit. I couldn't resist and quickly lapped up the sweet, sticky fluid. By now he was leaking a constant stream of the stuff, which I swirled around the underside of his cock head, earning another moan in his sleep. By now my slow strokes were accompanied by a soft, squelching sound as his cock became coated in precum.
I got up off my knees, and carefully got on the couch, kneeling in between his legs and moving close to wrap my hands around our cocks, smashing them together. I began stroking us together, feeling his length as it slid against mine, shivering with excitement. I could tell he was close by how tightly his balls had pulled to the base of his cock, and yet he was still fast asleep, snoring and occasionally moaning as I stimulated the sensitive glans. I took grabbed his balls, swirling them against mine, and began quickly swirling my thumb around his engorged cockhead, an angry red color by now. After just a few minutes of this, his hips began bucking up unconsciously as his orgasm overtook him.
He let out one long, loud groan as he began to cum in his sleep, his wide piss slit opening up and spraying thick loads of cum out onto his chest. With considerable force they splatted against his skin, coating his hairy stomach and even reaching as far as his beard on some shots. Seeing his heavy load pouring out onto him set me off too, and I began to cum, aiming at his stomach as I shot my own copious load. The last few shots dribbled onto the shaft of his cock and his thick bush, gobs of semen laying on the thick, curly hair. I stayed in position as the last waves of pleasure left me, watching our cocks slowly deflate. The amount of cum coating his stomach was almost obscene, and I carefully leaned down to start licking it off him. His breathing had returned to normal, and it seemed like he'd completely gone back to sleep after his huge cum. I slowly, almost lovingly, licked up the cum from his furry stomach and pubes, gathering it all and savoring the taste of our mixed semen. I popped the head in my mouth and gently sucked out any remaining bit of cum, flicking my tongue around the still slightly engorged head. By the time I was done, he was all cleaned up, his hairy stomach a little matted down with my spit. I carefully tucked his massive junk back into his underwear, and quietly crept up the stairs. I'd saved some of our cum in my mouth, and spat it onto my still hard cock when I got up into my room, quickly jerking out another pretty big load to the memory of what I'd just done. I knew I needed to do more of this with him, he was just too hot to resist, but I wondered how I could make it happen again, and how much farther I could go. I also wondered if he might remember any of this when he woke up the next morning, and what he might do. Maybe he'd even be down for more?