I'd been out clubbing with a workmate and we both ended up the worse for wear so I suggested he crashed at my place. We were just mates, nothing more. Anyway, we got to my place and into the bedroom, I apologized for just the one bed but he laughed. When he came back from the bathroom he stripped naked, flashed a huge tool, no attempt to hide it and slipped beneath the sheets.
When I came back from the bathroom I undressed and slipped in beside him, flesh touched flesh. Both pretty asted and we just aly there, then he turned and pushed me on my side and spooned into me. I could feel his flaccid cock on my buttocks, and then, he was asleep.
I couldn't sleep, thinking about the size of his cock got me hard. I slipped my hand behind and felt him, it was meaty and uncut, and had a mushroom head. I even copped a feel of his balls.
Then he stirred, and turned over, so I snuck in behind him, he pushed back and got comfortable, my hard cock didn't sem to trouble him. He snored, I wanted a wank, he snored more. My hand went over his chest, . I found his cock, I gripped his cock and it got hard. The end got wet, I stroked slowly, his breathing charged but he didn't move, his cock was hard and he shot, my hand was covered with his jizz.
I pulled back my hand, he moved a bit, getting comfortable. I sneaked to the bathroom and washed my hand and wanked and back to bed.
In the morning, as he paraded around stark naked I was still transfixed to his cock and wondered if he fucked guys. Over a coffee and toast he said it had been a great night and we must do it again, he didn't remember anything once his head hit the pillow.
But I did.
We did go out clubbing again, this time it was to his and single beds.