Taking Care of My Best Friend

Part 2

It had been three weeks since I had gotten my best friend Brian totally drunk and then had my way with him.  Ever since that night my cock has gone hard every time I've thought about what I did that night.  Stripping him down... jerking him off... giving him a blow job.  I had never done anything like that in my life!  I was straight and happily married, but here I was, thinking about getting him again.  Just as I had thought, Brian had no idea what had happened that night.  He was totally clueless and that just made me want him again.

Brian and I usually went away together a few times a year skiing, fishing, camping, you name it.  We usually brought our wives, but every now and then it was just the guys.  So I planned a weekend for just the two of us.  I also packed a few special supplies:  a video camera and tripod, a polaroid camera, plenty of film, wrist restraints, lube, and the poppers.  Oh yeah, and some valium.  Just in case Brian didn't want to drink much I figured I could mix it in with his beer.  Yeah, I wanted my big studly friend bad.  I could see myself easing a slightly groggy, giggling Brian to his knees... feeding him my cock... blowing my load all over his face.  Oh yeah, I was going to have a blast!

This weekend was the perfect time.  Things hadn't been going well at the office for Brian.  Several major deals had fallen through and he had been feeling some heat from the partners.  He had been pissed off and cranky all week and when I asked him if he wanted to get out of town for the weekend he jumped at the chance.

We had packed the night before so we could leave straight from the office and not waste any time.  We drove up to Lake Arrowhead to a cabin my cousin owns.  We'd been there before on several occasions.  It was on a small bay that boasted good fishing and very few neighbors. 

I grabbed my gear and went to my room, telling Brian I wanted to take a shower.  He wanted to do the same.  After a quick shower I dressed and began to set up my room.  I put the video camera on the tripod and set it up in a corner where it would have a good view of the bed.  I hooked the restraints low on the bed posts and hid them best I could by the bed spread.  I put the poppers and lube in the drawer of the nightstand.  Finally, I ground up a couple of the valium pills into a plastic baggie and stuffed it in my pocket.

Brian was making a couple of sandwiches when I came out of my room.  He was wearing jeans and a gray short sleeved button down shirt.  The TV was turned on to a Bulls game and he was just about to crack open a couple of beers.

"Hey," I said, stopping him.  "How about some of this to go with?"  I pulled the Jack Daniels from the cupboard and a couple of shot glasses.  I half-expected Brian to say no, but I was surprised by his reaction.

"Fuck, yeah!  Man, this week totally sucked.  I could really use this."  He grabbed the shot glass, filled it and tossed it back, following it with a big swig of beer.  "Ah..."

I tried to suppress a smile.  This was going better than I hoped.  "Easy, big guy," I said, putting my hand on his shoulder.  It felt electric and I had to fight an urge to grab his ass.  "You don't want to over do it.  You remember what happened last time."

"Actually," he said, taking another long draw of his beer, "I don't.  Well, at least up to a point.  Last thing I remember is you telling me that my zipper was down.  That's it."

I smiled, feeling all warm.  I downed my shot.  "Yeah, well, nothing much happened.  Lakers won, I took you home."

Brian took another drink of beer.  "Yeah, and you know what?  I must've had some kind of dream, because in the morning I had messed my shorts."

I felt my cock lurch in my briefs.  "What?  Ewww... okay, that's just too much information, pal."

Brian just shrugged.  "Here, have a sandwich."  He handed me a plate with a sandwich and some chips.  Then he grabbed his beer and food and sat down on the couch to watch the game.

"Hey," I called, "do you want another beer there?"

"Yeah, and another shot, too, okay?"

"Sure," I smiled.  I opened the refrigerator and grabbed a couple of beers.  Then I grabbed the bottle of apple juice.  I filled my shot glass with the juice and poured whiskey into Brian's.  Damn if I was going to get drunk tonight!  I looked at the two glasses.  They looked identical.

I handed him the beer and the shot.  I got mine and held it up.  "Fuck work!"

"Fuck work!" he echoed, tossing back the shot and taking a draw from his beer.

We went on eating and talking and watching the game and drinking.  We both had another shot and a couple more beers.  I kept an eye on Brian, monitoring his movements.  He looked a little buzzed and happy.  I offered to fetch another shot for the two of us.

"Uh, just make mine a beer.  I think I've had enough for a while.  I want to stay awake for the rest of the game!"

"Sure," I said, getting up from the couch and going to the kitchen.  I took down a glass from the cupboard and emptied some of the ground up valium into it.  Then I filled the glass with beer and swished it around to mix in the drug.  I handed it to him, nervously.

"Here you go, pal," I stammered.

"Wow," Brian chuckled, taking the glass.  "Such service!  Thanks, buddy."

I kept glancing at him nervously as he drank the beer, hoping like hell that he didn't taste anything.  He obviously didn't because he kept drinking. 

We continued to bull shit and watch the game, laughing and blowing off steam.  As the game went on I noticed a gradual change in Brian.  He was laughing and giggling more and he was slurring his words.  I moved closer to him on the couch.  He didn't notice.  I put my hand on his knee and he looked at me through smiling glazed eyes.

"What's up Rick?"

I squeezed his knee and he spasmed with laughter.  "Nothing," I said.  "I just remembered how ticklish you were!"  My other hand grabbed his ribs and began kneading. 

Brian burst out in laughter.  "You shit!  Two can play at that!"  He started to grab at me, but the combination of the alcohol and the valium had dulled his reaction time and it was easy for me to bat away his hands. 

The blush drifted from his face as the valium-spiked drink began taking effect.  His shirt was half out of his pants by now and I began feeling him up without his knowing.  I could see he was getting hard.  I decided to make a move and I squeezed his crotch.

"Uhhhh.... oh man!!" he hissed, throwing his head back. 

I rose and stood directly in front of him.  I quickly unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and shoved them past my knees.  My white briefs were strangled with my erection.  I lifted Brian from the couch and helped him to stand.  He was looking right at me, but I knew he was so fucked up that he wasn't seeing anything.  He was wobbling and giggling as I eased him to his knees.  I grabbed the back of his head and pulled it forward, nuzzling his face in my crotch.  I pulled my briefs down and tucked them under my full balls.  I stuck my cock between his lips and into his mouth, but it slipped out as he fell back against the couch and onto the floor, laughing.

I pulled my briefs and pants back up and looked down at my dazed friend.  I knew he was past the point and, helping him to his feet, I took his hand and led him, staggering, to my bedroom.  I took him in my arms as we stood by my bed and I began feeling him all over, biting, sucking and licking his neck.  He was completely trashed and had no idea what I was doing.  In fact, he could barely stand by himself.  I maneuvered him to the wall at the head of the bed and leaned his big body against it to keep him from falling.  His head was pitched forward and he was moaning.  I unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it from his broad shoulders and down his arms.  He wasn't wearing a t-shirt and I marveled at how his nipples became erect at my touch.  I wrapped my lips around one and began to knead it in my mouth, rolling it between my teeth.  Then I moved to the other and did the same. 

"Oh, fuck baby, ohhh...," Brian moaned lowly, putting his arms around me.  "Ooohh, honey," he mumbled. 

I looked up at him.  Shit!  He must think I'm Mandy! 

"Ahh, oh baby, that's nice!" he continued to rub my lower back. 

I moved my hands slowly down to his waist where I could see the waistband of his Hanes peaking out.  Oh, those fucking hot tighty whities!  I unbuttoned his pants.  I tugged down the zipper and slipped my hands in and around to his firm butt.  I massaged gently as I continued to nibble at his neck and ear lobes.  My fingers reached in and teased his tight pucker.  I pushed his jeans to the floor.  His snug white briefs were bulging out and I helped him step out of his pants, all the while cupping and massaging his substantial bulge.  Then I half-carried, half-dragged the dazed, drugged stud to the bed and flopped him down.  I took the bottle of poppers and put it under his nose.  He took a deep breath and moaned more.  I quickly bound his wrist to the restraints and sucked at his nipples.  I caressed his long, stiff cock and cupped his big balls which were constricting more and more each time I fondled them.  I let up my torture.  I didn't want him to cum too soon.  After all, it was still early. 

I ran my fingers slowly up and down his entire body, tickling here, twisting and plucking there.  I nibbled at his ear lobes, ran my fingers through his hair and into his mouth.  I gave him another hit of the poppers and gave myself one.  While he was still babbling in his aroma-induced high, I forced a couple more shots of whiskey into him.  I didn't want him to sober up too much!

I took the polaroid camera from my bag and popped in a new cartridge of film.  I started to snap pictures.  I put in a second cartridge.  I couldn't believe it!  I had this fucking hot stud right where I wanted him, totally out of it, strapped to my bed in his bulging white briefs.  I was so turned on and hot that I stripped down to my briefs, which were bulging themselves.  I couldn't take it any more!  I jumped on Brian and began dry humping him through my briefs.  It didn't take much before I burst, screaming in ecstasy as my briefs filled with cum.

"Oohhh, ahhhh...," I moaned and rolled off him as my orgasm subsided.  I grabbed his cock and began pumping him slowly through his briefs, getting him worked up more and more.

I slipped his briefs completely off and held them to my nose, inhaling deeply.  They were slightly damp with his pre-cum, and that, mingled with the faint scent of piss was intoxicating.  I shuddered and took another deep breath.  Then I lifted his legs and placed them over my shoulders.  I wedged a couple pillows under his lower back and butt so his lower body was raised almost a foot off the bed.  Then I bent in and plunged my tongue into his exposed asshole, flicking it in and out.  Brian went crazy!  His hips bucked wildly as thick ropes of cum shot from his cock onto his chest and neck.  Without missing a beat I licked up the man juice and took his still throbbing cock into my mouth.  He hissed loudly and started to whimper.  I pulled off momentarily and gave him a long hit of the poppers.  I looked up again.  The video camera in the corner was capturing everything.  I lubed up my finger and inserted it.  I was bobbing up and down on his cock in a slow and steady rhythm while I slipped a second finger into his widening hole. 

"Oh gawd, oh fuck!!!  Sssshiiiittt...," he cried out, slurring.  "Uunnngghh... ummmm!! Aahhh!!!"

I continued the anal probe.  His cock was rock hard and I pulled off it slowly.  I ran my tongue up and down the 10-inch pole, over the thick piss lips and to the purplish head which was still leaking juice.  I lubed up my palm and grasped it, sliding my fist up and down in a quick motion.  Brian's breath began to quicken and I plunged my finger deep up his ass.  He whimpered once, thrust his hips and screamed.  Cum began to squirt from his cock again.  I watched as the jizm shot up his stomach and onto his chest.  When I finished jerking it dry I lowered my sticky briefs and grabbed my own throbbing cock.  I sat on Brian's stomach and stroked my cock back and forth until I couldn't take it any more.  I aimed my big bone at Brian with one hand and lifted his head off the bed with the other.  Then I shot my load.  It landed all over Brian's chest, neck and face.  It dribbled down his mustache to his lips.  I let his head drop back down to his pillow and picked up the polaroid camera and snapped a couple of head shots. 

I smiled as I saw him licking his lips.  He tried to reach a hand down to his face but they were still restrained.  I helped him lick his face off, forcing my tongue into his mouth and kissing him long and hard.  Then I licked all the sticky goo from his body.  Taking a warm wet towel from the bathroom I cleaned up both myself and Brian. 

I untied my drunk friend and put his underwear back on.  I took more pictures.  Brian looked so fucking sexy in his white briefs.  I pulled his jeans back on and his shirt.  Once he was dressed I helped the big dazed stud back to the living room and plopped him down on the couch where he had been sitting earlier.  He looked so cute and helpless!  I sat down next to him and rested his head on my shoulder.  I unzipped his fly and reached in to massage his soft cock.  He just moaned.  I got up and grabbed the camera, taking a couple of pictures of him with his fly spread open, his underwear showing.  I was tempted to leave him unzipped, but thought better of it. 

I went back to the bedroom, cleaned everything up and put everything away.  Then I put my clothes back on and joined Brian in the living room.

I wanted Brian to think that he wasn't the only one who got fucked up so I dumped a couple of beers into the sink along with some of the whiskey.  Then I set the bottle down on the end table nearest me, sat back on the couch and tried to sleep.

The End