I woke up with something hard pressing against my leg. Derek was laying beside me, still snoring softly. I woke up, knowing exactly what was pressing into me. I grinded my hip into his crotch, and there was a brief pause in Derek's snoring. I reached behind me, and started stroking his cock slowly. In seconds, my hand felt sticky with precum. I lifted my hand, and licked my palm, tasting Derek's precum. The second I resumed stroking Derek, he woke up.
"What?" Derek asked slightly disoriented, eyes squinting. "What am I doing here?"
The night before was Derek's younger brother's 21st birthday. Derek had a lot to drink; too many boilermakers to count. That he lived in a third floor apartment, I opted to take him back home with me. At 6' 5' and 235, there was no way I could guide Derek up three flights of stairs on my own. The only bad part was that he passed out nearly the second he hit the bed. Derek liked to sleep in the nude, and it was quite a feat getting him that way. We were both exhausted.
"Relax," I said, filling him in the necessary details of the night before. I licked my palm again, and resumed stroking.
"What time is it?" he asked.
I checked under the sheets and blankets until I found my cell phone. "It's a quarter after ten, why?"
"I told Nick that I'd be at his place at eleven," Derek said. "Said he needed some help with the water pump on the Dodge."
I rolled my eyes. "I think that Nick and the Dodge can wait, at least a few minutes. You still owe me from last night."
"We didn't?" Derek asked, bumping his fists together, in a gesture I could only guess meant fucking.
"No, we didn't," I replied. I tossed the covers off the bed, and pointed his rigid cock at him. "Look at this thing. This penis needs some serious attention."
"Serious attention," Derek replied. Derek sat up, and found his phone on the night stand. He started scrolling through his contacts. "Let me call Nick. Let him know, I'm going to be late."