he seemed happy to help himself to another. His talking was becoming more slurred and he slumped even more on the couch.

“Might need to stay a bit,” he said, “I’m just a wee bit pissed.”

He giggled and his eyes drooped. Suddenly he raised his empty glass and said, “Better be hung for a sheep than a lamb, eh.”

I gave him his fourth, well aware that cider is very potent when mixed and also more powerful than the taste would suggest. It took him almost twenty minutes of sipping, talking drivel, dozing and slouching before he eventually started to breath heavily as though asleep. I sat and watched him. His jeans had ridden up into his crutch and his package was beautifully presented.

“Dare I do anything with him while he was incapacitated,” my brain was ticking loudly and my heart was thumping painfully against my ribcage. One hour onwards and his arms were slouched over the arm of the couch and he was really low in the seat.

“I’ll put you flat on the floor with a pillow,” I said loudly.

No response. I pulled his body until his bottom dropped on to the floor with his back against the seat. I pulled down a cushion and he slumped flat out on the floor, his head resting back on it. I shook him but had no response except for rhythmic breathing. I rested my hand on the front of his jeans, my own cock rising quickly. His soft bulge felt so good. I squeezed it and could just make out the shape of his cock. I unbuckled his belt while mumbling to him about “making him comfortable” though whether he would believe any of it if he woke up, I had no idea.

Soon his belt was open, his flies were down and his grey, tight boxers were in front of me with the soft bulge of his cock and balls clearly visible. I started to pull his jeans down. He was a dead weight but suddenly he lifted his bum off the floor and they slid down effortlessly. He was still asleep, so I had no idea what he thought was going on in his fuddled head. I now had him with his jeans below his knees and his shorts in front of me. I unzipped my jeans and eased my hard cock out, stroking as I felt his bulge. I leaned forward and gently kissed his lips. My cock was leaking pre-cum quite copiously, so I took some on my finger and traced the residue along his lips. He automatically, licked them. That really excited me.

I started to pull down his shorts until they joined his jeans at his knees and his balls lay before me, loose and hanging between his legs. His beautiful cock was uncut and pale with a red rose of foreskin at the top. The skin slid back and forth easily revealing a moist glans beneath. His pubic hair was a delightful bright orange red and they covered his balls too. I slid down and enveloped the soft cock with my mouth. The faint taste of his urine only excited me more and I rolled the soft flesh back and forth in my warm mouth. I alternated between sucking and gently stroking the foreskin with my thumb and forefinger when he exhaled suddenly in a large sigh. I stopped but he continued back into his sleep. His cock now had some blood in it and I could feel a slow swelling. Considering