Justin's After Party

I woke up to that damn alarm beeping. Boy, do I hate that thing. I opened my eyes, but they immediately closed shut. I blinked a few times but I couldn't't get them to focus. I turned on to my side and slid my legs out from under the sheets to hard wood floor. I stood up cautiously and tried to open my eyes again.

"Bingo" I thought to myself. I had managed to get them open and focus all at the same time. I walked into my bathroom and pulled the seat up. If I keep it down the dogs decide its their own drinking fountain. I put my hands inside my boxer briefs to hold myself while I emptied my bladder. While I was doing that I took the time to blink a few more times. Boy I had one hell of a headache. I finished up and pulled up my underwear. I slid over to the sink, opened it up and took out the bottle of Advil that I had stored there for situations just like this. I took out two and filled up the cup with water and down they went. "Ok, that will take 20 minutes to find my head" I caught myself saying out loud. I turned around and headed back towards my bed, then I saw him.

"What the hell did I do last night?" I sat there for a few seconds to try to piece the previous night together. I remember going to Josh's party, the beer, the wine, the good music the pool, the hot tub. Oh yeah, the shots of Jose Cuervo. Just as I was trying to decifer the thoughts he turned in my bed to face me, still with his eyes closed. The alarm didn't faze him at all. That's when I noticed that this was the hottest guy that I'd seen at the party.

"Ahh, what the hell" is the next thought that crossed my mind. So, what the hell, I crawled back into bed. This gorgeous specimen threw his arm around me, but still he wasn't awake. Who was I to argue, so I just closed my eyes and went back to sleep. Forgetting, of course, why the alarm went off in the first place.

I woke up two hours later, still with the strange arm around me, pulling me close. I just layed there silent, trying to finish last night in my head. The last thing I remember was playing quarters with shots of Jose.

"Oh shit, this was the guy that I was playing with" The preverbial light bulb just went on.

"I could have sworn Josh told me this guy was straight, what was his name? Andy? Yeah that's it, Andy." my sub-concious seemed to answer my concious.

"Oh my god, is this what they mean if some one is talking to themselves?" I chuckled at my joke. Just then, I felt hot breath on my neck. His mouth was getting really close. His left hand started stroking my chest. I could feel a bulge growing up against my butt cheeks. He pulled me in closer and started to grind against my ass. A low moan escaped in between the soft kisses he planted on my neck. His left hand was really going to town now, pulling at my niples and massaging my bare chest.

"He still sounds like he is asleep" my mind raced, what do I do? "I'm gay, I can handle this. Really, I can handle this" His hand went down to my stomach and started playing with the boxerbrief band. He slid his hand in and grabbed my dick, and started to squeeze. God it felt good. He put his hand completely around my stiffening dick and started to stroke me. I couldn't take it anymore and pulled my right arm around and dove for his dick. I got a hold of it, and started to stoke it. Wow, it felt wonderful. It was big but not terribly big, and long but not terribly long. I squeezed it and felt him jump a little bit. Just then, he stopped kissing my neck, and stroking my ragging hard on. He whipped his hand out of my underwear and jumped to his feet.

"Oh man, I'm sorry." Is all he could muster. His face turned beet red and started to go for his clothes.

"Wait! You didn't do anything wrong" I said trying to comfort him. He just kept compiling his clothes. "Andy" I said in a stern but not overbearing tone. "Andrew!" I said in a more concerning tone. "Andy, you didn't do anything wrong, sit down lets talk." His face was still red but he sat down at the end of the bed. He threw his hands to his face and started to cry. "Andy, it's okay" I sat up and pushed myself to the end of the bed next to him. Threw my arm around him and consoled him. He started to ball uncontrollably. "Andy, you are too cute to cry" I smirked while I said it to him, then put my hand under his chin and pulled it up to look into his eyes. He blinked a few times, then just gazed into my eyes. He sobered up and threw his head into my shoulder, and wrapped his arms around me.

"Thank you for being so honest" He said.

Honest, what a strange word to use, but ok, I just went with it. I pulled him in closer and it seemed to make him feel more comfortable. After a couple of minutes, he pulled his head back up and gazed into my eyes again.

"Is that talking offer still standing?" "Of course" I said sympathetically.

"Well, I guess I just answered my own question." He said sadly.

"What question is that?"

"I guess I am gay."

"Oh, I didn't hear you ask that one" I said half heartedly. Andy giggled and grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my head towards his, at the last minute he kissed my forehead.

"Thanks"

"Anytime. No really, anytime, you can kiss me there anytime." This made him smile, he had the most gorgeous smile.

"Hold that thought, I have to pee" Andy got up and walked into my bathroom. Thats the first time I can say that I got a good look at him. He was 5'10", give or take, he had medium dark blonde hair, with one hell of a swimmers body. His boxers hung tight to his ass, and WHAT an ass it was too. I sighed deeply and pinched myself. He came back in with a relieved look on his face, which meant I got a frontal look. Andy had the deepest blue eyes that I've ever seen, he was smooth with a six pack that wasn't the most chisseled that I've ever seen, but damn impressive. He walked with confidence, for a 'straight' guy in his underwear around and gay guy in a bed that they just shared. He threw out his hand to me.

"Hi, I'm Andy, Andy Hopper, nice to meet you." He chuckled as he said it.

"Hello Andy, Andy Hopper, I'm Justin Jones, nice to meet you too" I said with the most serious look I could muster. Andy pulled at my hand which yanked me off the bed to his arms. He hugged me and pulled back and kissed me on the forehead once again.

"Hey Justin, are you hungry? My treat."

"Sure, let me shower and we can go."

"Alright"

I walked into my bathroom and left the door cracked, just in case. Started the water and peeked out to see what Andy was doing. He had sat himself down at my computer and started to check his email.

"Well, I'm glad he is comfortable" I thought.

I finished my shower without the interruption that I was hoping for, but wasn't disappointed in it at all. I walked out in to my room with just a towel on and went over to my dresser. Andy was still figiting around with the computer so I went about my business. I pulled out a pair of boxer-briefs and walked back towards the bathroom to put them on. I didn't want him scared away just yet. As I walked past my desk and Andy he grabbed the towel from around my waist and yanked it off. As I stood there in all of my glory the only words that came to my mind were:

"Don't start something you aren't going to finish" and I flashed him my evil grin. He just smirked back.

"Well I need this if I'm going to shower too." he grinned back at me. He walked into the bathroom but left the door cracked, I was good and finished getting dressed. He came out of the bathroom with my towel wrapped around him. Not wanting to be too forward, I didn't grab at it like he did to me. Boy, did I want to though! I let him get dressed, but not without taking some mental notes, I could see good masturbation material here!

"Well, are you ready?" he asked.

"Sure, lets do it" I said without thinking.

"Been there already today" He laughed.

"Thats strange, where was I?" I joked. Andy rolled his eyes at me and pushed me from behind to leave.

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written by qtrcentold