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Taking Advantage of Darren.
It all began on a normal evening. At home with both parents away, a work colleague gives me a call and he is blind drunk. He's experienced a huge rejection from a girl he likes. Joseph (me) had been having a lot to drink, alone, and quite unhappy with the personal situation of living with Mum and Dad, and not seeing life pan out the way it was expected to. At 19 years of age it seemed as though all of this should have gone a lot better.
I had always had a thing for Darren, he was quite an unassuming character, but we had built a friendship (and in my head far more desires lay within), hearing him upset of course upset me so I collected him in a taxi and brought him back to my house. He was in a real mess, hugging me and asking why girls didn't like him and why this had happened to him again. He threw up all over my carpet so I slapped him and told him to get a grip and go to the bathroom while I cleaned up.
As Darren returned to the sofa, woefully stumbling, he again began to hug me and tell me I was his best friend. In so many ways I wanted to be his best friend, but there was such a passionate love I had for him that it was almost irrepressible. We talked, drank some more, not that either of us needed to. Then it happened. He passed out completely and began to snore. Sat on my sofa fully clothed, he snored and snored. I tapped his face and said "wake up Darren we have to get you home or to bed". No response. I gave him a bit of a slap again, no response. At this point the alcohol was getting to me too, perhaps clouding my judgement as to what would happen next. Darren always wore pretty chavvy clothing, tracksuit bottoms and sports tops. He reaked of booze and sweat.
I rubbed my hands through his hair (he's quite a short guy, mousy brown hair, baby face with little to no facial hair bar a little whisp of beard that he'd tried to grow). I am a little taller with dark hair and of Irish descent. Slightly chubby but in a loveable hold onto my hips way rather than fat. I felt the lust entering me and began to get an erection. I have a modest 7" uncut penis. I was so desperate to see his. This was beyond normal drunk, he'd had a whole bottle of whiskey apparently, he was for all intents and purposes dead to the world. As I rubbed his hair my mind was whirling as to what to do next. I kissed his forehead and no response. I rubbed my finger over his lips and allowed my finger to enter his mouth, snoring as he was he didn't for one minute present as awake. I put my face close to his and kissed him on the lips, I started to lick his face. I felt convinced if he was ever going to come out of this drunken mess then this would do it, but he remained completely passive and unconscious. Whether it was the Rum or the lust, I began to feel more adventurous. I took off his shoes and once again he didn't change his breathing or anything, just sat there and snored. That's when I thought, fuck it. I kept my eyes so consciously on his face as to see any reaction, and I rubbed his belly under his t-shirt and began to allow my hand to forage further down. His tracksuit bottoms were a bit baggy for a skinny guy (though he always seemed to have a nice arse), I rubbed his cock through his tracksuit bottoms, he was limp and soft. I could feel his penis was quite small as I rubbed it and used my fingers to try to see what sort of size he was. I slid my hands on either side of his tracksuit bottoms and began to slide them down his waist. He was a dead weight so it was a bit of a juggling act trying to focus on his face for any sort of change, whilst trying to lower his bottoms, and he began to slide down the sofa a bit. I got his bottoms down to his hips and he seemed to have a movement, an extra loud snore, and I ran out of the room incase he woke up. I stood outside in the landing for 20 minutes full of fear, alcohol and adrenaline. He was still basically dead to the world. I thought, having gone this far, why stop now. I pulled his t-shirt over his head and explored his chest and nipples. It was a pale torso with lots of freckles and moles, and incredibly smooth bar a pubic trail. I licked his chest and nipples, and by this time I could feel pre-cum seeping out of me. I was at the point of no return. I lowered his bottoms down to his ankles. I sat there looking at him for a long time. He wore fairly loose looking boxers, clearly cheap and functional. I got my phone out and began to take some photos for the wank bank. His thighs were surprisingly bulky and hairy in comparison to his upper body. I slid my hand up his thigh, his skin felt warm and sweaty. At this point I took a step back and felt guilt knowing he'd hate this happening to him and knowing what a shy and introvert individual he was, but I could not stop myself. I came without masturbation when I slid my hand up these leg of his boxers and my hand came into contact with his cock. It was a small little thing but he had a hell of a ball sac. I peeled down his boxer shorts to join his bottoms at his ankles. I was in pure ecstasy. To see his naked body, his little dick with a pube bush that really could have done with a shave. I felt his cock, pulled back the foreskin, and I licked the head. I licked and licked and licked but couldn't get Darren hard.
My sexual attraction has always been to asses. I slapped him hard to make sure he was definitely passed out, as at this point I was so far gone it wouldn't have mattered if he;d woke up. I took his bottoms and boxers completely off. There he was, completely naked apart from a t-shirt over his head, and completely mine. I positioned myself between his legs and slowly began to raise them. I was so grateful he wasn't normally a big drinker. As I raised his legs higher I finally saw what I'd always fantasised and masturbated over, his ass. His butt cheeks were smooth, if a little spotty, but he had some arse crack hair. I positioned his legs over my shoulders and took loads of photos of his ass. I rubbed his cheeks, spread them and saw his hairy little hole. I looked at him in pure lust, what next.
Pt 2 if there is an audience for it. Feedback welcome and encouraged and sharing of similar stories.