was not much to do but go back to the hotel about 1.30 am. Grant changed in the bathroom and went to bed in a t-shirt and shorts. I strutted about in my small briefs until it started to look obvious and decided to go to bed too, eventually.

Day two was the day of the match. It was a late afternoon kick-off and we were all drinking heavily from lunchtime. I hadn’t seen Grant so drunk before but he was in great sprits as we all were. The match was great but sadly not as great as it should have been and we lost!! Well we would have celebrated victory so saw no reason not to drown our sorrows as we headed off to enjoy the many cafés and bars of Barcelona. We ate at some stage but drank even more. Around 10.30 pm we realized that we had lost the rest of the guys. Grant was in no state to go anywhere else so we clambered into a taxi and headed back to the hotel.

I had to almost carry Grant upstairs and even in my drunken state, I relished in this closeness. We entered the room and he staggered off to the bathroom, leaving the door wide open and talking to me as he peed. I couldn’t quite see his cock and didn’t know how aware he was so didn’t push it. He came out and fell backwards on the bed. “Help me Steve,” he said as he fumbled with his shirt buttons and then promptly fell back as though asleep.

I managed to waken him and unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off to leave him topless. He fell back into semi-unconsciousness again. I pulled his back up and asked what he wanted me to do next. He nodded to his pants and fell back again. I could feel my heart thumping against my ribcage as I started to undo his belt. I pulled down his zip and started to drag his jeans over his hips. He automatically lifted his bottom to allow them to slip off his legs. I undid his shoes and took off his socks before pulling the jeans off and folding them. He was back asleep and lying there in just a pair of tight grey knitted boxer briefs. His cock and balls looked promising and for the first time, I realized an opportunity was appearing before me.

“Grant,” I said while shaking him.

I raised my voice and tried again with no response. I reached for my camera and started to snap him. I might never see him again like this and wanted something for the cold winter nights while wanking alone. I reached forward and started to pull down his shorts and once again, his bottom raised without him waking. There it was!

His soft cock lay to the left on top of beautiful round balls. His cock looked to be about 4 inches soft and quite thick. It had foreskin like a flower neatly gathered at the top. His pubic hair was dark and quite sparse, forming a semi-circle around the top of his pubis with a wisp trailing up to his navel. His balls were quite large and soft, hanging low between his legs with a light dusting of dark hair. I snapped away.

I pulled his shorts off completely and drank in the sight. My cock was growing in my jeans so I quickly stripped until I was in my briefs and decided to keep them on in case he awoke.