While he was getting up, He didn't have a shirt on, and I saw his 6 pack, and what also saw was his dick sticking out of his shorts, I didn't say anyt...ing about it though.He asked me if he could sleep beside me on the bed, I said sure. Being a good friend and all. We slept different ways, 10 minutes later, he turns the opposite way towards me. I was like...okay, maybe he's asleep. I felt something bulging at my back...IT WAS HIS DICK! So, I tried to move away, but he wouldn't let go of me. His. His day passed at a quarter of the regular speed. He did some exercise and went out just roaming on the streets alone. When he reached home, it was already midnight and he was thankful that the most boring and tedious day of his life ended and he could make his way to Monday by just sleeping. A little tired he opens the door of the refrigerator to get himself a drink but to his surprise there was no beer. While he was sure that he had at least a couple of bottles there, he ignores it and after. God, his hips in those jeans . . . IV. The part was loud, hot, and intoxicated. He barely drank, but I was tipsy in the first half hour. It became my own private drinking game. Every time he twisted his hair around his finger, brushed his hip against mine, swooped his hair from his neck, tickled my ear with his lips—take a drink. Then he was breathing on my neck, I could feel it on my skin, the moisture, first warm and then cool. ‘It’s loud. Let’s go.’ ‘Where?’ I barely got the word out. I. ” She leaned forward to rub her small hands against my chest and her boobs hung above me invitingly. “I love you Daddy, and I want you.”“Baby we can’t do this”, I explained, “It’s i*****l and wrong.”“I know that you want me too, so it’s alright”, she said as she slid forward and trapped the head of my cock between her soft lips. I could feel it pressed against her virgin opening as she told me, “I want you Daddy, I want you to love me.” She pushed back against my prick and I could feel her.