No one had expected a blizzard that night. The forecast called only for light snow, no big deal in my hometown, so everyone continued with their planned activities.
I'd gone over to my friend Jerry's house. Jerry and I room together at the state university, but we still spend a lot of time together when we return to our hometown during college breaks.
Jerry's older brother Tony was also home from college. Tony is slightly taller than Jerry and more athletic. Tony had lettered in several sports in high school and was attending college on a full athletic scholarship, while Jerry was able to snare a few math/science scholarships.
Jerry is closer to me in height. Neither he nor I are involved in team sports, but we easily met high school PE requirements and we don't look like duds in the shower.
Tony has the handsome "square face" that central casting looks for in an actor playing "the boy next door"; Jerry is more average-looking with somewhat of a moon-shaped face and a broader forehead than his older brother.
Jerry and Tony do share one common trait: both have nice protruding "bubble butts" that cause even the straightest man to cast a lustful glance at the back of their pants as they walk through town or across campus.
When I arrived at Jerry's, I was slightly disappointed to learn that Tony's friend Eddie was also there. Eddie's name is actually Kenneth, but everyone in our high school nicknamed him Eddie because he not only talks and acts like Eddie Haskell on that saccharin old sitcom we used to watch on TV after school, he also resembles the actor who played Eddie Haskell - even down to his short curly sandy hair.
Tony and Jerry's mom and dad were out for the evening, having dinner with the boss. And whenever the brothers talked about "the boss," I knew they meant their father's boss - unlike most families in our town, their mother's primary occupation remained housekeeper in her own household.
Our hint that the weatherman had underestimated the amount of snow came shortly before 9, when Jerry and Tony's parents phoned to say they'd be spending the night at the boss's house because the snow was coming in too thick and fast to risk even driving a couple of miles. They suggested Eddie and I also not try to drive home but stay the night in the guest room.
When Tony mentioned my sharing the king bed in the guest room with Eddie, Jerry rolled his eyes and I played along with a "well, if I have to" attitude, but secretly I was looking forward to rooming with Eddie. I might finally get to see that "humongous cock" he bragged about and maybe seduce him into accepting a blowjob. (I know guys like Eddie don't get as much action as they claim they do.)
Tony threw a wrench into my hope that Eddie and I might have to sleep in the buff by finding spare pairs of pajamas for us. Eddie went into the guest bathroom to put on his, while I put on mine in the bedroom - taking my sweet time, in case I had an opportunity to flash Eddie and give him a look at my cock and ass.
But Eddie spent so much time putting on his pajamas that I lay down on the king bed and dozed off before he came out.
I was startled awake by feeling something meaty and slightly clammy trace the outline of my lips.
I opened my eyes and saw Eddie's cock dangling over my mouth. He was only wearing a pajama top, with nothing on below his waist, and he was smiling that smart-alec smirk he wore when he thought he'd played an outstanding practical joke.
"Very funny," I said, trying to sound disgusted. Eddie climbed off the bed and didn't notice me flicking my tongue around my lips to capture any traces of pre-cum his cock might have left.
Eddie walked over to a padded end chair, giving me a view of his compact but round and muscular buns. I formulated a new plan and, as he sat down, I slid over on my back until my head was almost off the side of the bed.
"You shouldn't sit in that chair without a towel underneath you," I said accusingly.
Eddie appeared momentarily taken aback by my pointing out the hazard of his bare butt on the upholstery. But he recovered and, in his usual superior tone, responded "Oh yeah? I'll have you know that my ass crack is as fresh as if I'd just gotten off a bidet."
"Oh yeah?" I replied. "Prove it."
Eddie was once again caught off guard, and his self-confident smirk briefly vanished from his face.
The smirk soon returned as he recovered with "maybe I should come over there and sit on your face to prove it."
"Yeah," I countered, "maybe you should."
Eddie and I stared at each other for a minute without speaking. I felt my cock beginning to get erect and I noticed Eddie's dangling dick was beginning to straighten out too.
"OK," Eddie finally said as he got up from the chair and moved over beside the bed, "you asked for it."
Eddie stood with his left leg on the floor and balanced his right knee on the mattress as he positioned his bare buns over my face.
As I nestled my face between his dimpled round mounds. I confirmed that Eddie was right: his crack could have just been hit by a lengthy stream from a bidet. I extended my tongue and began caressing his tight hole.
I don't know if it was his first rim job, but Eddie's moans of pleasure indicated he was getting into it. He noticed the tent in front of my pajama bottoms and murmured, "You're enjoying this as much as I am, aren't you. Keep that up, dude."
Eddie reached through the fly of my pajamas and freed my hard cock. He slowly jacked my dick with his right hand as his left hand began rubbing his own erection. I continued my steady tongue action in his ass.
