It was Friday around Christmas time, and my buddy and I been out for the day, doing our own things but met up at around 5 as we were driving out of town to catch a jazz show at the University. It was only a 2-hour drive. The time was spent smoking cigarettes and talking as we always did. About half-way there, his van had engine trouble, forcing us into a small town. Of course the only service station was closed so with no choices, we left the van and walked to the motel to hopefully get a room for the night. Money was tight so after picking up a bottle of rum, some food or other, some coke and a few beers, we took a room and headed inside.
It was pretty early, maybe 7 - we watched hockey, drank and hung out. Eventually, we smoked a joint, and because we were both getting ready to pass out, turned off the TV, killed the lights and took our last beers into the one bed in the room. We took pillows to opposite ends of the bed and passed the last few minutes finishing our beers in the dark, and then went to sleep.
I woke up a little while later, and went to pee, and it was still very dark out and it was snowing. The lights from the parking lot were annoying, as the drapes didn't seem to block out the light. I could hear people outside and remember that as always been the case, I felt like opening up the second floor curtains and standing naked in front of them, but thought better of it and got back into bed and had a smoke.
As I lay there, I became aware that the gym shorts my bud chose to wear to bed were very loose at the legs, but I dismissed any curiosity as I had seen him naked plenty of times since we lived together. Plus I was getting so much pussy that I couldn't believe I was even thinking about this.
I finished my smoke and turned on my side. I was looking at his knees, but I drifted off, waking up again to find that we had both shifted our bodies down toward the middle of the bed, and I found that my hand was only about an inch from his waste band.
I lay silently, but as usual, my cock started to tell me what to do. I had never felt this before, at least not with another guy. He was sleeping soundly, and any serious attempts to stop thinking these nasty thoughts were negated by the stiff cock between my legs.
I slowly moved my fingers down toward the baggy legs of his basketball shorts, and gently moved upward, under them, until I was touching the inside of his thigh. He moved so I stopped. Every time he stopped moving, and being satisfied that he was sleeping, I moved slowly higher until I felt his balls. I froze there, and waited. He turned on his side and my hand was not inside his shorts anymore, but I slid down lower until my head was about a foot from his crotch. I waited for a few minutes, and then I slowly reached out and ran my fingers over what would have been his pubic hair, and then he stirred. I stopped and then thinking that he was waking up, I started to pull downward on the elastic waste band of his shorts so I could see his blonde hair. He assisted by pulling them down a little but not all the way. At that point, I stopped because I wasn't sure about all of this. He got up and went to the bathroom. I stayed where I was.
