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He was stroking me slowly but insistently. "You don't what?" he asked, and the increased the tempo on my cock. "Whatever you want." He said, and then he wrapped his hand around my cock and started to stroke. he wasn't exactly stroking, just touching it, feeling it. His fingers touched my hard cock and started to play with it. I had been pretending to be asleep, but I couldn't pretend any longer. Why am I letting this happen? Why am I so hard?Īs if on cue, he reached his hand into my underwear and starting fondling my cock. I was trying to will it to go down, to pretend this wasn't happening. Whatever he was doing, my cock was now rock hard. It was like he was deliberately teasing me, but he couldn't know I was awake, could he? Running his fingers under it, pulling it back. His fingers were now at the waistband of my underwear and he was playing with it. And somehow I felt that if I said nothing, did nothing, this wouldn't "count." I wanted to stop him, to tell him I was awake, but I didn't. but for some reason having his hand roaming over me was turning me on. I didn't want to but I could feel myself getting hard. He paused there, and ran his fingers over the place just under my belly button and just above the waistband. His hand roamed over my pecks, touching and playing with my nipples, then down to my abs, and my belly button, and then enticingly down to the waistband of my underwear. I had never even thought about a man touching me like this, but something about his hand was pleasant. His hand was roaming all over my almost naked body.
How had I let this happen? I lay still, thinking that it must have been a mistake, that he would stop. For a moment, I thought I was with a girl. It was running up and down my body, feeling me up. I had some drunk amnesia for the first few moments, and then I realized what the hand was doing. I lay there and tried to think about where I was, what had happened. In that way you do when you're that drunk. I passed out about then.Īnd then, I woke up. Had I not been so drunk I guess I would have thought this was strange but. So there I was, drunk, naked except for my underwear, in bed with a guy I had just met. I was used to sleeping in nothing but my underwear and it made sense. Then, without thinking, I took my shirt off. I undid my belt and slipped my jeans off. "Look, you're drunk now but you'll feel better in the morning if you take them off."Ĭouldn't argue with that logic. "Do you want to sleep in your jeans?" He asked. "What are you doing?" I managed to ask through the haze. His hand was at my waist, undoing my belt. He lay down next to me and suddenly I felt something strange. I fell down on his bed, rolled over onto my back, and could feel the pass out coming. I sort of nodded, too drunk to really respond. "Want to sleep foot to head?" He asked and laughed. I had no idea what was going on but a bed felt better than a couch. I promise I won't try anything." He laughed and slapped my shoulder.
"Hey, come on." He said "You can sleep in the bed tonight. We walked in, I was falling down drunk (and I thought he was too) and immediately collapsed on the couch. "Just crash on my couch," he said "I live close." So now we were closing and I was drunk and I was telling him how much it would cost me to cab home. I was new, right? Maybe that's how they did things here.
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I knew I shouldn't be drinking on the job, but I also didn't know how to say no. It was a busy Saturday night and he had been feeding my drinks all night - shots, beers. This being my first week on the job, I didn't really know how the place ran. I was a barback at a pretty busy bar and he was the bartender. I was 19 years old, and this was my first job. "You can crash at my place if you want." He said.