Paul had made it to the bed, but not into it. Instead, most of his slender 6' frame was sprawled across it, with his legs hanging over the side as he lay face first on the bedding. His tangled underwear were down to his knees and the only clothing left on him were his white athletic socks.
We had been drinking, like we did every Saturday night, and just like always we had consumed a bit too much. Paul was far more wasted than I was, which was always the case as well, which was why he always passed out by the time we got back to my place.
In truth, I wasn't drunk at all, although I had pretended to be. Now I was going to do what I did every Saturday night - take care of my friend. I started by slipping Paul's socks off of his feet, letting my hands slide over the coarse black hair that coated his slender calves.
I placed his socks on the dresser and began to undress myself, all the while staring at the wiry body of my closest friend. A friend that I had known almost all of my 18 years, and had shared just about every kind of experience with. We had no secrets from each other - except what I was about to do to him.
I was now naked except for my underwear, which I left on just in case Paul suddenly stirred from his beer-induced state. Glancing at myself in the mirror, I wondered which would be more humiliating for me - to have Paul see me standing here with my boner making a little tent in my briefs, or for him to see me naked? Neither way had any appeal for me.
With Paul's underwear at half-mast, it was much easier to remove them than if they were on him. Ideally, it would have been ideal if he had managed to get them all the way off before passing out, but I had become quite adept at taking his underwear off without having him come to.
This time was no exception, and after I got the briefs off of my friend, I held the underwear up to my face. The crotch of the white cotton briefs were a bit damp, and as I inhaled deeply a shiver went down my spine while savoring the manly, musky aroma that the underwear held.
Now Paul was naked. His legs had parted after his underwear came off, exposing some of his treasures. From where I stood, the underside of his brown wrinkled sac was visible, but my eyes went higher, and when I saw the crevice between his pale, firm buttocks parted slightly, my plans altered slightly.
I tugged my underwear off and taking the tube of lubricant out of the drawer, I put a little on my finger and climbed onto the bed. I spread Paul's ass cheeks apart a little more and rubbed my lubed finger on his puckered ring. When I dipped the tip of my finger inside the balloon knot, Paul's body shivered only slightly.
Because my dick is so slender, I doubted whether even that slight lubricating was necessary, and because my penis is barely 4" long fully erect, I was lucky if I could get much more than the acorn head of it into Paul's ass.
No wonder he never stirs, I thought while I crouched over Paul's rear end and brought the tip of my dick to his opening. He probably couldn't even feel me. I could feel him, however, and after easing my body down, the head of my dick slipped in effortlessly.
A couple of short thrusts later, I came, spurting my seed into his rectum until my tiny pecker fell out of Paul. As I tried not to shake the bed any more than necessary while climbing off of him, the milky semen gurgled out of Paul's wrinkled orifice and down the inside of his crotch.
Now it was time to take care of Paul. Rolling him over was surprisingly easy despite him being six foot tall, and as Paul rolled onto his back, his arms and legs akimbo, my heart started beating faster.
What was it about Paul that excited me so? I had been with a couple other guys, one of them a much older and experienced man, but I was never excited looking at them. Not like I was when I was with Paul.
His upper torso was lean and toned, hairless except for modest sprays of jet black hair under his arms. His stomach was flat, leading to the small tuft of pubic hair above his cock. And what a cock it was, I thought as my hand moved over to the dusky brown tube that hung over towards his right hip.
