Stupor

{One-shot, please review. I might develop this more into a longer story (ie actual plot) later on in life if folk should happen to enjoy it. This will probably be edited for quality later on, as I wrote this around 3am, which is usually not when I'm at my most coherent. Thanks for reading!}


I knew it was wrong, but my drunken mind didn't care. The party had wound down a couple hours ago, and all my friends were passed out in various positions around the living room of my apartment. His body was the only thing keeping me conscious. If I had been just a little more sober, I would have been happy just to stare at it all night long. That pretty little mop of thick blond hair, his glasses slipped down his nose making his face look more innocent and boyish than usual.

We were the only two occupants on the faded and dusty couch, and I slowly inched closer to him, careful not to alert any squeaky springs to my movements. The thought to touch him barely finished racing through my sodden mind before I acted on it, slowly tracing the outline of his skinny torso. I could feel his nipples through the thin T-shirt, and I imagined in great detail their husky pink color and salty taste. Shifting my position slightly, my hand grew brave enough to venture beneath the shirt and explore his bare skin. My fingers glided over the thin layer of sweat on his torso, rubbing and searching, pulling gently at the puffy nipples hidden by fabric.

I was leaning over him now, close enough to smell his sweet musky scent mixed with copious amounts of alcohol. I had to strain to hold myself up as my other hand joined its mate in caressing my unsuspecting lover. Suddenly he gave a low, almost inaudible, moan and tossed his head back against the arm rest of the couch. A shiver went through my body, part sexual thrill and part fear of being discovered. However at this point I did notice that not all of his body was unconscious to my ministrations; I could feel his erection slowly forming against my elbow, and I smiled softly to myself at this reaction. I was feeling bolder, but not quite comfortable in pursuing my conquest in full view of anyone who might awake from their drunken stupor.

As carefully and slowly as I could manage, I slipped off the couch and eased my arms underneath his sleeping body. I pulled him flush against my chest, eliciting another twitch from my already achingly hard member. With one arm on his back and another just beneath his ass, I maneuvered his body upwards, inching my way cautiously toward my bedroom. He was a skinny little thing, but I could still feel his weight bearing down on my arms and I was terrified I would drop him as I clumsily tried to turn the doorknob. Luckily, I was somehow able to make it inside without awakening or injuring my little prize. As I shut the door with my foot and deposited him on my unmade bed, a sense of finality washed over me. I knew that from this point on, there was no turning back. A 25 year-old having sex with an unconscious, drunken 17 year old was not exactly within the bounds of the law, but as I looked at him spread out on my sheets like a buffet, I felt that any consequence suffered would be well worth it.

I lifted his arms up over his head, feeling like a clumsy puppeteer with an oversized doll, and began tugging the shirt off his torso. When this task was finally completed, I stared intently at his face for any signs that he might awaken, but his expression was as blank and peaceful as ever. His glasses, now perched haphazardly over his forehead, were the next to go. Pulling myself away from the temptation of his soft, sweet-smelling skin, I set to work on his jeans. As gently as I could, I unbuttoned and un-zipped them, and they began their journey down his soft, creamy white thighs. A moment later, they were on the floor and I was rewarded with the sight of his leaking manhood peeking out from his boxers. Ravenous with the desire to have him completely naked before me, his underwear was almost ripped from his body, earning me another soft moan as he arched his back and tossed in his sleep.

Unable to resist temptation any longer, I climbed over him and suckled roughly at his neck, all my worries of him awakening forgotten with the warm radiation of his body against mine. I found it mind-numbingly erotic to be holding his nude, sleeping form so tightly against my own clothed body as I savored the distinct flavor of his flesh. I moaned and grunted softly, grinding my hips down on to his, bruising his soft neck and covering it with my saliva. A breathy, staccato moan broke free from his throat, and I glanced up at his face to see his blue eyes partially open and blinking rapidly, rolling back into his skull like a bitch in heat. I cradled the side of his face in my hand, gazing into his eyes for any signs of reluctance. Seeing nothing but my own lust mirrored back at me, I let my lips meet his and forcefully penetrated his hot cavern with my tongue.

He reacted passionately, albeit somewhat sloppily, to the kiss, stroking my tongue with his own muscle as I tried to get as deep inside his mouth as humanly possible. I broke the kiss suddenly, to a sound of frustration and lust from my younger partner, and in record time rid myself of all clothing. I was back on top of him again in an instant, feverishly nipping and sucking at his neck and jawline. His hips were bucking wildly against me, and without warning he arched his back and gave out a small cry as he orgasmed, coating my abdomen with his cum. I pulled away and chuckled at the dazed and slightly embarrassed look on his face, whispering into his ear how much I wanted to fuck his sweet little angel-face. His erection was already beginning to return.

I rolled onto my back, pulling him with me and locking lips once again in a passionate kiss. Sitting up slightly against the pile of blankets and pillows on my bed, I gently broke the kiss and encouraged his body downwards. Quickly taking the hint, he knelt between my spread legs and began to softly lap at my rock-hard member. Throwing my head back with a moan, I fisted his blond locks and pushed his neck forward. My body ached so badly with the need to be completely inside his soft, hot mouth I thought I would explode into a million pieces. He fit as much of my 8 inches inside as he could, slowly massaging the base with his hand. He pulled back, and my cock fell out of his mouth with a wet little pop, and he began to run his tongue all over the entire organ, pausing to give my balls a tongue-bath while my manhood rubbed against his stubble-free cheek.

I was almost over the edge, so I pulled his head back in an attempt to buy myself a little more time for what I really wanted from him. Wrapping my arms around his body and thrusting my tongue in and out of his open, wanton mouth, I maneuvered us so that I was once again on top and he was pinned beneath me. I reached over to the open nightstand drawer and felt around blindly until I found what I was looking for. I put the condom on the pillow next to his head, making sure he saw it and was aware of what I was about to do to him. Receiving nothing but a wide-eyed, breathy moan, I took it as an open invitation to continue my plunder of his body. I sat back to rest on my heels, grabbing a tube of scented lubrication from the same drawer. Ripping open the condom packet with my teeth, I kept my eyes on his as I squirted some of the lube inside the sleeve and slipped it onto my needy appendage.

"Have you ever done this before?" I asked him softly, stroking his thigh in an attempt to keep him relaxed.

He shook his head no, and glanced down at my protruding length with a mixture of apprehension and drunken, wanton lust. I nodded, and coated my fingers with lube while trying to ignore the protests of my own cock. Slowly, I circled his opening with one finger before pushing it in gently. He moaned and arched his back, trying to stifle a cry of discomfort. As his breathing slowed down, I pulled out the first finger and added a second along with it. My advances were rewarded with a soft, low grunt as I scissored and massaged the velvety lining of his body. When a third finger was added, his head was thrown back and he was biting his lip so hard I was surprised not to see blood. Every thrust of my wrist was met with a sharp groan, whether it was pain or pleasure or a mix of the two I had no idea. Eventually, my patience ran out and I could deny myself no longer. Removing my fingers, I swung his slender legs over my shoulders, and pulled his hips towards me until his portal was just kissing the tip of my member.

I pushed forward until I felt myself breach his entrance and then edge past the muscle into the hot, tight cavern of his body. I let out a long groan, and began the task of inching my cock into him. I kept up a steady pace, until I blinked the sweat out of my eyes and gazed at my lover's pretty young face. His eyes were scrunched tightly shut and tears had begun to leak out of the edges; his breathing sounded ragged and pained. I gathered up all my willpower and paused, kissing away the tears from his eyes and whispering soft words in his ears.

"Shh, baby," I said. "I'm going to make you feel good, you're going to cum harder for me than you've ever cum in your life."

He whimpered with lust at my words, and began to push himself back onto my cock. I needed no further encouragement, and continued thrusting into him until I was sheathed hilt-deep inside of his virginal body.

"Oh, oh Jesus," he whispered, rubbing his sweat-soaked cheek against mine.

"Fuck, baby, that's right," I replied, pulling out again.

This was no easy task, and clearly painful for him, as his tight canal seemed utterly unwilling to relax the death grip it had on my manhood. Eventually, after another eternity, the only part of me left inside him was the head of my cock. I wasted no time in pushing back inside, filling him once again with myself. It was smoother this time, and his eyes were once again glazed with lust instead of pain. Since he seemed to be more comfortable, I began to fuck him earnestly with short, shallow, and hard thrusts. Somewhere around the fifth stroke I felt myself brush against something inside him and his head snapped back like a reflex and he let out the most spine-chillingly erotic cry I had ever heard.

"Christ," he said, whimpering softly. "Harder, fuck me harder."

I was more than happy to oblige his request, and slammed into him hard and fast enough to send the bed crashing against the wall. I felt myself getting close to orgasm as he tightened around me, moaning and whimpering my name as I kissed and suckled at his skin almost desperately. His breaths became labored and ragged once again, and he was incoherently babbling my name as ropes of cum came oozing out of his cock to be rubbed between our gyrating bodies. His mouth opened in a silent yell and his facial features contorted into expressions of heavenly pleasure as I careened over the edge and came inside his body, filling the condom in ways I had never filled one before. Making sure to milk every last drop of my orgasm from my body, I thrust back into him a few more times before extracting my slowly softening organ from inside him. Carefully, I peeled off the condom and tossed it in the general direction of the trash-can in my bedroom.

I heard him let out one last little content moan as I wrapped my arms around his sweaty form and sleep carried us both away.