To be fair, we were very drunk and he started it. [M/M] | 2016

The fact that I am now writing my second story on here makes me feel like a whore (a good thing, no worries). (If you just want the sexy bits skip to like 1/3 to 1/2 way down.) Also, this is totally true.

I'm not friends with very many straight guys. No reason in particular, I just don't know that many. The one I've been friends with the longest's name is John.

I'm actually the best friend of John's now ex-girlfriend. It's kind of awkward now but we've all been friends since high school and tend to have the best time together. And on this time we all got obscenely drunk.

It's St. Patrick's Day and we're stuck in Moorpark, which is this shitty little suburb in Los Angeles. Kara recently had to move in with her mother and it was now more difficult for us all to hang out. The three of us, used to the fast-paced, drug-laden escapades of Hollywood, were not happy.

There was one bar in a seven mile radius of us, and they closed at midnight. We got there at 10 pm.

We looked completely out of place at the bar because we were completely out of place, but our ex-military bartender Brad decided to help us out. Pouring free drink after free drink and egging us on with quips like, "Finish this without gagging and I'll give you something else for free," we each got really REALLY drunk. Partially trying to prove just how much we didn't belong, and partially because why the fuck not.

The 5 other patrons in the bar began to take notice of our steadily increasing intoxication, watching Brandon with rapt attention as he poured us several drinks I had never heard of (I believe there were a few Gorilla Fucks and another a Mind-Twister or Mind-Eraser or something. Can't remember).

It was midnight when we left the bar, completely wasted. All three of us had to stop on our walk to relieve ourselves in bushes. We got back to Kara's mom's apartment and decided it'd be a great time to get into the jacuzzi. I remember acknowledging that there's something about hot tubs and alcohol that I should be wary of but I put it out of my head. It was while we were changing into pool appropriate attire when I saw John's cock.

Not much to say, honestly. It was a flaccid penis. It was nice though. I was very drunk and his dick was out for a sec. We continued to change and the three of us headed to the hot tub.

The second I got in I immediately felt far more drunk then I was before. I got out, letting my legs soak in the hot water while laying against the cold concrete as the world spun.

We all had gotten hit harder than expected in the hot tub, and Kara was throwing up in the bushes.

We stumbled our way back to the apartment. Kara took to throwing up in the bathroom while I laid down in one of the bedroooms and tried to pass out. After Kara got out and made her way to the bedroom, John too went in the bathroom to throw up. Eventually he too got out and laid down next to me.

So, John is laying right next to me and Kara is laying perpendicular to us, a few feet away.

Here's where the sexiness starts.

John was laying on his back, and I, partially on my side facing him. It wasn't until I felt his hand moving that I realized it was on my upper leg, very close to my crotch. At first, I wasn't sure if he was even conscious of it, so I did nothing. But slowly the hand got more and more bold, obviously rubbing against my leg.

I slowly realized it was happening for a reason, and though I didn't understand the purpose (VERY drunk), I did know that I wanted to touch him. But he is straight. So maybe a sudden hand to his cock wasn't such a good idea. I figured if he wanted something then it'd have to be him to initiate.

I moved my hand slowly across his chest, very lightly rubbing circles on his chest.

We laid like that, just touching each other for a second when his hand drifts from my leg to my crotch and when his hand moves across my cock I go rock hard. I moved my hand slowly from his chest to his crotch.

Again, his reaction was quick, reaching in my boxers to grab my cock while using his other hand to pull his own boxers down.

I grabbed his cock, and jacked him as well as he was jacking me. Which as when he turned over on his side and kissed me.

I hate to admit it but the kissing was amazing. We made out like horny school kids. Jacking each other off in total disregard of the other person in the room.

I loved that he wasn't hesitant at all, shoving his tongue in my mouth completely into it. I responded in kind. Jacking him hard and quick.

We kept at it kissing and touching. It was about this time when i realized that I really wanted to blow him. His hand felt great around my dick, but blowing guys is a favorite of mine. Also, I've learned, I'm pretty good at it.

I dive my head under the covers and before he knows it I'm going to town on his cock, giving him what I'm pretty sure will be a blow job he'll remember for a long time. I take him as far as I can, massaging and pulling at his balls in one hand and jacking him with the other, trying to get the hand/mouth timing just right.

He's trying hard not to moan. But his breath is really picking up. Faster and faster I go until without any warning, he blows.

My mouth fills with cum and I swallow before I choke to death. His hand is gripping the back of my head holding me down and for a moment I wish this would happen again some time in the future, already acknowledging this is most definitely a one time deal.

I swallow and swallow again and again when I think this dude cums a lot. He pulls me up and kisses me and jacks me off. I grip his hand in mine and jack myself off harder while his hand slips around to grip my ass. I think to myself Holy shit he's gonna finger me, when I cum too. Lots.

We both lay back down. With only a little hesitation I wrap my arm around his chest. I don't care Kara or her mother sees us, I feel pretty good.

Sexiness ends here.

It's at this point when I start to think.

We've been good friends for 6 years. For 6 years he's also been the boyfriend of my best friend and that just happened. Under the covers I am covered in cum and sweat and I listen for the signs of Kara or any other member of the house waking up.

Nothing.

I continue to lay there, but I'm drunk and feeling not to good about myself for what's just happened, so I grab my cigarettes and blanket and go out onto the patio.

John follows, grabbing a pipe that was out there from earlier in the day and sits down.

"So that just happened." I say with a smile and the tension is broken. It's okay again. "Dude...you cum a LOT."

"Ha. Yeah I've heard that before."

"May I ask a question?"

"Hmm?"

"Am I the first guy you've ever..."

He nods and I throw my hands up in the air, triumphant. He laughs.

We continue to sit on the patio and he talks about the fluidity of sexuality and things seem cool.

We go back inside and lay down. He's laying on his back. I'm again on my side. But my arm wraps around his front and I lean my head to rest on his chest. I hugs him close. John's arm moves around my head and down my back to keep me close. I don't feel bad anymore. Just drunk.

Coda

We left the next day after Kara and her mom got into a fight. It left us all emotionally drained and we decided that we needed to go to a bar. I had been in the shower when the fight started, and when I got out John looked at me and said, "So we're leaving now."

We're sitting in a booth at the bar. I'm on one side and Kara and John are on the other when Kara tells me how the fight started. "She didn't want us in the same room," Kara says.

"Really?" I reply, sipping my beer.

"Swear to god. She's crazy. I was like, what the fuck mom, you think me and John are gonna fuck? There's another person in the room! What the hell?"

I smile and raise my beer to my lips. I can't tell if John is looking at me, but I don't look at him.

"Yeah. Crazy," I say, with a smile.

End.

Edit: Grammar