Derf, Part I Standard disclaimer: If you are under 18 (or under 21, depending on the laws applicable where you reside), or if you are offended by graphic descriptions of male/male sex, READ NO FURTHER. Otherwise... enjoy! I went to a party that my friends Lisa and Sharon had one Friday when I was in college. It was your typical college beer bash: A bunch of us got drunk and silly and in general had a great time. But when it came time for people to go home, I was just too trashed to drive back to my own apartment. So was "Derf" (whose real name was Fred), a tall, genial fellow; so the two of us decided to crash at Lisa and Sharon's. Now Don and Chet, the girls' boyfriends, were also spending the night, and there were only the two beds; so Derf and I were left with nothing but the couch & a bunch of kitchen chairs. Due to the shape of the rooms -- it was a regular maze in there -- and to the fact that (as after any college beer bash) the floor was damp with spilled beer, there wasn't even enough room on the floor for either of us to lie down. So we had to share the couch. Derf stripped to his little blue bikini briefs, but I just took off my jeans to sleep in my T-shirt and boxers. Then each of us curled up at one end of the couch. Sharing the one blanket Lisa had to spare for us, we fell asleep (or maybe a better way to put it is "passed out"). In the middle of the night, I woke up, needing to use the bathroom. I staggered on down the hall past the girls' rooms. From the second room I could hear noises, which after an instant I realized were the sounds of the inhabitants engaged in sex -- and pretty good sex, too, from the sound of it. The door was just a bit ajar, and I resisted the urge to peek at the proceedings. But the walls were thin, and as I relieved myself I could hear them carrying on. I began to get horny, and fortunately managed to pretty well empty my bladder before I developed a hard-on. The big disadvantage to boxer shorts is that it's virtually impossible to keep an erection inside them, especially when your cock sticks straight out like mine instead of straight up like some guys'. But I was pretty drunk, so I just shrugged and crept on back, my cock swaying before me. When I reached the living room, I saw that Derf had stretched out, leaving me no room at my end. There I stood in my boxers and T-shirt, with my boner sticking straight out in front of me, looking down at Derf. I didn't want him to see my state, but I knew I had to wake him up or sleep cramped on the floor. I stood there for a little while, trying to will my cock back to complacency; but the noises from the bedroom, though muffled, could still be heard out there in the living room. Picturing Lisa and Chet -- who were a very attractive couple -- kept me aroused despite my best efforts. So I decided to try another tack. After a bit of experimentation, I discovered that, if I crouched beside the sofa, my hard-on would pretty much be invisible between my legs in the darkness. Squatting down, I shook one of Derf's blanketed calves. There was no reaction. I tried again, harder. Still nothing happened. "Derf," I whispered. "Hey Derf, wake up." "Mmmph," he mumbled, and rolled over, exposing most of his muscular back. Something tightened in me. Somehow, crouching there with my erect cock barely visible, staring at his exposed skin, was disturbingly erotic. I felt a sudden urge to touch him; so I shook his shoulder vigorously. "Whadyawawn?" he grumbled, turning partway over. "Howcum yur onna floor?" "I had to piss. Man, give me some room." Muttering something incomprehensible, he curled up his legs partway and rolled back away from me. I slipped quickly under the cover, breathing a prayer of thanks that he hadn't noticed my condition. Unfortunately, he still hadn't given me as much room as I needed. About the only comfortable position I could manage left my feet against the backs of his thighs, and his feet resting against my rear end. I lay there for a long time, very still, listening to the voices from the other room. I couldn't make out any of what they were saying, but if that wasn't sex going on, then I was a virgin! I got hornier and hornier, and even toyed a little with the idea of trying to join in; but at last the moans and grunts subsided, and all was quiet. Still, there I lay with my raging hard-on, utterly unable to sleep. After a while I felt Derf stirring in his sleep, and his legs straightened out. His one foot wound up sticking up the back of my T-shirt. The new position pushed me almost to the edge of the couch in a precarious way, so I figured I'd better readjust my own position. At first I tried just straightening out my own legs, but that didn't help much; so I rolled over on my other side. Derf's foot wound up tangling my shirt as I rolled over, and I found I had to lift up his leg a bit to extricate myself; but without taking off the shirt, there was no easy way to get his foot out from inside it. Now I lay facing the back of the couch, with Derf's foot tucked up inside my shirt against my chest, and my hard-on nudging the back of his thighs. For a while I tried lying in a crooked position to keep my boner from touching him, but it was killing my back. I figured, what the hell, he's asleep, he won't notice; and I stretched out alongside him. The tip of my cock was wedged between his thighs, a few inches below his ass, and the contact was only making me hornier. I had never really thought about having sex with a guy before -- at least no more than any hyperhormonal teenage male thinks about sex of any variety. But the prolonged and extensive bodily contact with Derf, in my already-aroused state, combined with the inhibitions lowered by alcohol, was rapidly making me find Derf eminently desirable. I squirmed a little, rubbing my cock up and down the cleft between his thighs. It felt good, that firm, tight, hairy passage. I pushed a bit, and gradually managed to wedge my cock firmly between his thighs. I hadn't ever tried anything like this, but I was enjoying it. Slowly, ever so slowly, careful not to wake Derf, I thrust my cock in and out, rubbing it between Derf's lean, muscular legs. Gradually, as the drive to come took over, my thrusts accelerated, and I felt my orgasm approaching rapidly. Then, suddenly, Derf rolled over, pushing me onto my back in the process. When he was done, his left leg -- still inside my shirt -- was thrown across my torso, with his foot tucked in my right armpit. His right leg was pressed against my side, and his arms loosely embraced my ankles. I could feel the bulge of his genitals through his briefs pressing against my thigh, and my own cock was just touching the upper side of his thigh as it crossed my body. I was going crazy with lust, but in the position I was in now, I didn't think I could do anything without waking Derf. I tried moving my left hand into a position where I could jack off, but his leg made that next to impossible. What's more, my shirt now was tangled uncomfortably about my torso. Carefully I began to work it up my body, trying to get it off (so to speak). I got it up to my armpits, but any progress beyond that meant risking touching his leg to untangle the shirt. I lay there and pondered my dilemma. As I breathed in and out I could feel the hairs on my belly and those on his leg touching. Every now and then my cock twitched, nudging his thigh. I was at a complete loss for what to do next. Suddenly I heard the door to one of the bedrooms open, and somebody coming up the hall toward the living room. There was no hope of pulling a cover over us to hide our entanglement. I could try rolling over -- but what if that woke Derf, with his foot up my shirt? No, I decided the safest bet was just to pretend to be asleep. I closed my eyes and concentrated on breathing low and regularly. Whoever it was passed through the living room and into the kitchen. I heard water running, and the sound of drinking. Then the person passed back through -- and stopped beside the couch. I could sense the proximity of another person, hear the slightly ragged breathing -- but I had no idea whether it was Chet or Lisa or Sharon or Don. I ought to have felt embarrassed, to be so obviously stared at, in such a compromising position with another man, and so obviously erect; but somehow the whole thing only aroused me further. I was tempted to open my eyes, but the mystery was too enticing. After the longest time, I noticed a regular, low, rubbing sound, and heard the breathing grow more rapid and animated. It took me a while to identify it. Whoever it was was masturbating! I grew increasingly certain that it was Lisa -- the breathing seemed to be pitched too low for Sharon, and I knew that Lisa found Derf quite attractive. The thought that a sexy girl like Lisa was getting off looking at me -- and at Derf, too, I had to admit -- made me even hornier. I found myself hoping that she'd try touching my boner. No such luck, though. In almost no time I heard the breathing accelerating suddenly, then a gasp -- and then I felt something hot and wet spattering on my legs, on my belly, and on my cock. Drunk as I was, the peeper had hurried on down the hall again and was closing the bedroom door before I fully realized what that hot liquid was. Lisa was not the one who'd been masturbating. Neither was Sharon. It had been either Don or Chet -- and whichever it was, his come was now dripping down my stiff prong. To hell with it. Derf or no Derf, I had to come, and soon, or go mad. I reached over his thick beefy thigh. Half embracing it in my left arm, I rubbed the sticky liquid up and down my own shaft. It was around then that I noticed that Derf's own genital bulge, pressed against my right thigh, was getting warmer and harder. Panicked, I froze. Was he awake? Or was it just a nighttime erection? And if he was awake, could he tell what state I was in, what I was doing? Then I thought, does that matter? If he's awake, he's obviously, like me, being turned on by the whole thing; and if he's not, what difference does it make? So I resumed my efforts. Then he squirmed a little -- awake, in his sleep, I don't know, but it rubbed his growing bulge against my leg. I grew bolder; I maneuvered my right arm so that it wrapped around Derf's leg that lay pressed against my side. Then, ever so carefully, I began foldling his ass and perineum, and the little bit of his balls that I could reach, all enclosed in his skimpy briefs. This caused his cock to harden even faster, and he squirmed again. Still rubbing my own come-encrusted dong, I managed to poke a finger under the edge of the material of his bikinis to feel the hot, sweaty, hairy darkness inside. Derf, without warning, shifted position again, this time ending up in a semi-foetal position, with his knees bent, and his thighs embracing mine and his calves around my waist. His cock surged to nudge my thigh in full erection, and I could feel the tip of it just poking above the elastic of his briefs. This new position enabled me to slip most of my left hand up one leg-hole of his briefs. I cupped his big, hot balls in my left hand while with my right I maneuvered my cock into the cleft at the back of his knee. Then I began pumping my hips, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Derf began to do the same. The first couple of times it seemed just like he was squirming a bit again, but it grew more regular, and more obvious. I knew then that he was awake, and evidently thoroughly enjoying our little rendezvous. This knowledge made the whole thing even hotter, and in no time at all I was pumping my load all over his hairy, muscular leg, with my left hand squeezing his balls tight. Derf continued thrusting his hips for a minute or two more. I felt his balls twitching, and a scalding wetness spread against my thigh. Spent, satisfied, and still very drunk, I finally fell asleep in that position. In the morning, neither of us said anything about it. I'll admit it shook me up for a day or two, but I wrote it off to the beer and figured it for a one-time thing. ... to be continued ...
