In the summer, on the last day of school, the whole of the senior year decided to have a party down on the beach. I had arranged to stay the night around my friend Jason's house. Apparently his mum was working a night shift and his dad didn't really care.
Not that there was anything going on between me and Jason, he was pretty gorgeous and more than a few times I had to hide my hard on when we showered together after gym. He was as straight as they come though, I tried a little flirting once but he seemed horrified and I told him I was only joking. I had decided our friendship wasn't worth risking.
The party was fun, most people got roaring drunk ,I was the exception as alcohol does not agree with me at all. Jason got a girlfriend, but just for a short while – he got so plastered he was incapable of doing anything. Even to the extent that he was incapable of walking. Getting back to his house took us three times longer than it should have with me having to hold him up all the way.
We eventually got back to his house and as Jason was so out of it he couldn't find his key so I had to ring the doorbell. When John, Jason's Dad, answered the door it was obvious I had woken him up. He was in his dressing gown and his hair dishevelled. I apologised profusely, trying to explain but he just took one look at Jason and said,
'Let's get him in and up to bed.'
John and I hauled Jason up the stairs and in to his room, between us we managed to strip him down to his underwear and put him under the duvet. I have to confess, some pretty wild thoughts ran through my head while we were undressing Jason. I thought about when I would be alone with him in the room, he was so wasted he wouldn't know anything. I could slip my hand down into his boxers and feel that gorgeous cock of his. Hell, he was in such a stupor I could probably even slip it into my mouth and give it a good suck, he wasn't going to realise or remember in the morning. I might even be able to suck him hard and make him come in my mouth and he'd probably figure he had some kind of wet dream. I even thought about wrapping his limp hand around my cock and making him, unknowingly, jerk me off.
'I think he'll be alright,' said John, 'but I'd better stay up a while just to make sure. You want a cup of coffee Danny?'.
I said that would be good and we both made our way downstairs. I sat in the lounge, on the leather sofa while John made coffee and bought it in. I was a little scared about how John would react to the state Jason was in. In fact I started babbling apologies for bringing him home like that – I must have sounded like a guilty 12 year old because John kept trying to reassure me that I had done nothing wrong.
'Danny', he said, sitting down beside me, 'Jason is responsible for his own actions. I doubt if you actually poured the stuff down his throat.'
'I know Mr Roache..'
