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Summer Fantasy, Part 4
by Roger Mydick
I then went back to get all our stuff and walked back nude to the car. I got in and found that John had pissed himself all over the seat. He was still unaware of it. God, how much did he drink? I drove off, taking us home.
When we got there, I realised we would have to put some clothes on, so I put on a long T-shirt that just covered up my balls and I put John's underwear on him. I took him into the house where I took his pants off and kissed his dick again. He giggled in his drunken stupor. I decided to leave the stuff in the car and took off my T-shirt so we were both nude again. I then managed to drag John upstairs and put him in my bed.
I watched TV for the rest of the evening. At about 11 PM I went to bed. John was still there, and once again he had pissed himself. Poor John, he may be Adonis but he's useless when it comes to holding in his piss. I changed the sheets and got in.
This was perfect! We were sharing a bed! Well, we'd shared a bed before, but all the same - oh my God! He was still unconscious, so I decided to take my chance. I kissed his rock hard dick again. It moved slightly. I rubbed it and he started moaning. I took his dick and put it into my mouth. I sucked it passionately. John's hot cum exploded into my mouth, oh god, it felt great.
"I like that!"
I froze. He'd woken up! John was watching me suck his cock! What would he say?
"Let me do you!" he slurred, and I realised he was still drunk. But who was I to complain? I let him suck my hard dick, and I screamed with ecstasy as he put in his mouth and gave me the best blowjob ever. After I shot my load, we swapped over, and I'd put his monster dick in my mouth and sucked it hard.
I then licked his sexy tanned chest and sucked his nipples, and realised it was just like my original fantasy! Eventually we fell asleep in each other's arms, with our cocks touching and big smiles on both of our faces.
Next morning I awoke to find the bed empty.
"John?" I called downstairs. No answer, so I went downstairs to find him sitting and watching TV. He had his jeans and boots on, and no shirt as usual. When he saw me, he turned the TV off.
"Roger, we have to talk," he told me. "It's about last night..."
To be concluded in Summer Fantasy, Part 5
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