I felt odd as my head cleared the next day. I didn't know what to do or say to my roommate as the day wore on. On one hand I was a little angry that he basically raped me while I was unconscious but on the other I still felt turned on by the event itself. I didn't know what was going on. I decided to confront Lance that night.
He was in the kitchen doing dishes wearing just his boxers, his long hair still wet from the shower he had just taken. For the first time in my life I looked at another guy in a sexual manner. I took in every curve and muscle of his well formed body and felt my cock starting to harden. I told him to grab us each a beer and come into the living room because we needed to have a talk. I sat down on the couch and when he walked in he came up real close as he handed me a beer. His tented boxers couldn't hide his proud cock and it was right at eye level. I don't know what had come over me but I thought the hell with the talk and reached out and took his hard member in my hand and rubbed it through his boxers. I could feel the warmth of his shaft radiating through the soft cloth.
I looked into his eyes and noticed a big smile on his face; his eyes were glazed over in obvious lust. I pulled his boxers down and his eight inch cock popped out like a cobra dancing for the snake charmer. It swayed back and forth in front of me and had me in a spell. I knew what I had to do next and I took his pulsating pole into my hand and started to pump him up and down.
"Oh ya just like that. Your hand feels so good." Lance said. "You don't know how long I have dreamt of us doing this. Come on Bill put it in your mouth and suck my cock like I sucked yours last night." He said.
