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"It's not stuck - you're just too fucking drunk", I laughed, "Sounds like operator error to me". "No, you shithead", he half laughed and half cried, "the damn thing really is stuck. Don't just stand there laughing like a fucking jerk off; give me a damn hand will you?" Well, being the "fucking jerk off" that I am, I just couldn't resist giving him a little round of applause and laughing my damn fool head off. When I realized he was desperate enough to seriously want my assistance, I moved in to help him out of a jam. Now trying to help a guy lower his stuck zipper in almost total darkness is no easy task, as you know if you've ever been there. It's a bit of a delicate situation trying to grab that little metal tab and pull it down when the guy you are assisting wears his jeans so tight to begin with and that is further complicated by the fact that he has a raging hard on that just won't quit. There was no way I could miss feeling that obvious "bone" once I started feeling around the middle of his crotch and searching for that tab and trying to carefully lower it without catching his cock in the teeth. There was very little room to work with here and I had to be careful not to permanently scar that gorgeous cock I had seen many times now in the shower. Corey's cock was so fucking hard, that I couldn't see how he'd ever be able to piss if we could manage to lower his zipper. Well, I'm sorry to say that we were unsuccessful. I really didn't get a fair chance to accomplish the mission I'd been given before the dam broke and all hell broke loose.

The kid just started pissing before I could get my hand away from his crotch and I felt the flow of warm wetness cascading over my hand before I knew what was happening. Strangely, rather than pull my hand away, I instinctively spread my fingers and for a second allowed my hand to lay flat against Corey's denim covered crotch as he bathed me with a steady yellow flow. My hand, and strategically more important, his jeans were thoroughly soaked. Getting him past the desk and up to my room in this condition was going to make matters more difficult. "God dammit, I'm sorry Will", Corey cried, and then I heard the sound of retching and barely managed to step back before he began to hurl. Thank God he missed me (or I'd have hurled right along with him - I have a weak stomach for that sort of thing) but he got that vile vomit all over the front of himself. Getting past the front desk was really going to be a problem now!

By the time we got to the hotel, Corey was a stinky mess, and more importantly, he was almost passed out, making me lug him around when he was nearly 145 pounds of dead weight. There was a coke machine outside the front door, and I lowered him carefully and placed his back against the machine before I rang the night buzzer to have the desk clerk let me into the lobby. I still didn't have any idea how I was going to get Pack past this guy until I saw him come from the office behind the desk as I entered. This young guy (he was kinda cute) wasn't on duty when I checked in and I had to show him my key. I stood and made small talk for a minute and hoped that by keeping him out there for a little while he would be anxious to get back to what he was doing before I'd buzzed him to let me in. My sister used to work the night shift in a hotel and I knew he'd been busy in the back room catching up on the book work that the night clerk always had to do on this shift. I asked for change for the Coke machine outside the lobby door and asked him if I'd be able to get back in if I went out to the machine.

He told me that he'd buzz me back in if I'd just hit the buzzer again when I was ready. So, he went back to his work and I went outside to retrieve Seaman Pack. I managed to get him up and sling one arm over my shoulder to support his weight. Taking a deep breath, I reached for the buzzer, hoping that the night clerk would just hit the button at his desk without coming back out to see me dragging Corey into the lobby with me. If he did, we could easily make it to the bank of elevators that were off to the side of the lobby without being seen. Luck was with us that night. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief as we rode the elevator up to the 3rd floor. Corey wasn't totally passed out but was barely able to walk enough to be of any help at all as I half dragged him down the hall to my room.

Once in the room I drug him straight to the head. Between the piss all over his lower half and the vomit soaked shirt, he needed a major clean up very badly. As a courtesy, I sat him on the toilet with the lid closed and let him brush his teeth. I knew that if I had recently vomited, I would want to get that vile taste out of my mouth as soon as possible. He wasn't doing much good to begin with and his attempts to brush his own teeth went steadily downhill as time progressed. Being a single guy with no children, I'd never brushed anyone elses teeth before, but as they say, there's a first time for everything. Clearly Corey wasn't going to be able to clean himself up at all, and since taking him back to the ship was out of the question in his current condition, I had no choice but to clean him up the best I could if I was going to have to share my bed with him.

He was much too big a mess for a sponge bath, which would have been another first for me anyway, so I was faced with the option of the shower or the tub. The shower would have been my first option if I could have trusted him to not fall and break his neck. I was afraid that stripping down to join him in the shower (to hold him steady) might be misconstrued and I wasn't about to jump into a shower with my clothes on, so that left the bath tub. The poor kid was so far gone that he couldn't even undress himself. There had been several fantasies where I enjoyed stripping this sexy young stud, but this was definitely not what I had in mind. Corey was wearing a Polo type shirt and I felt bad about having to pull that vomit soaked garment over his head (face), an act which almost made me barf. Removing his shoes and socks was probably the most difficult part of undressing him. He was very wobbly, even sitting on the toilet, and it was hard for me to work down at his feet without him becoming top heavy and toppling right off onto the floor. I threw everything onto the floor of the shower stall except for his tightie whities, which were the last thing to come off. The front of them were badly stained yellow.

From the look of things, he appeared to still have a semi-chubby in his wet briefs, but there was no way he was as completely aroused as he'd felt in the park when he pissed his pants and all over my hand. I was surprised by his condition. I would have thought that all the alcohol would deter his having a major erection, and it was unclear what the motivation for his stiffie might have been. "Who really knows what effects alcohol might have on one's body," I mused. When I carefully removed his briefs, I set them on top of the commode. Thank God Corey is pretty small in stature and doesn't weigh any more than he did. By the time I got him completely undressed, he was almost entirely passed out and lifting him to place him into the tub I had filled with warm water was pretty much a lift of dead weight. I managed to keep from dropping him, but in order to keep from killing my back as I tried to gently lower him into the water, I had to set him down a little quicker than I'd planned and I ended up splashing water all over the front of my jeans when a wave rolled up and over the edge of the tub. Corey's eyes were closed and his breathing was very regular.

The sucker was sleeping like a baby and it was clear that any scrubbing that needed to be done was going to have to be handled by yours truly. I can't say that I minded it all that much to be perfectly honest. My intentions were only to get the kid cleaned up and ready for bed, but I most definitely enjoyed the feel of his firm body and soft skin under my hands as I soaped him up all over, and I couldn't help but become a little aroused despite my wet crotch that was becoming colder and colder after having splashed myself when I plunked Pack into the tub. Because he had pissed all over himself and his crotch had been marinating in urine for some time, a simple soaking didn't seem to be adequate, and I had to take matters into my own hands and soap up his pubes and his crotch really well. As I gave his cock a couple strokes with my soapy hand, I noticed that his semi chub was again starting to become a full fledged hard on and I resisted the strong temptation to do a little more than just clean his piss soaked privates. Once I'd gotten him lowered safely into the tub, cleaning Corey up had been both easy and quite enjoyable. Getting him up out of the tub and dried off was altogether another story.

With that finally accomplished, I drug him into the room and laid him down on the bed. Then I quickly went back into the head to remove my own clothes, including my thoroughly soaked jeans and briefs. While I was in there, I took the time to immerse Corey's soiled clothes in the bath water and get as much of the urine and vomit out of them as I could under the circumstances. As I was throwing them over the shower curtain rack to dry, it occurred to me that it's not safe to leave someone as drunk as Corey was lying on their back (drunks can aspirate on their own vomit) so I ran back to the bedroom to roll him over so that he would be lying face down. I stopped dead in my tracks at the sight that greeted me!

Corey was still lying on his back exactly where I had left him, but now his cock was totally hard and standing straight up, defying gravity as it stretched straight toward the ceiling above him. To top things off, that beautiful cock of his was leaking profusely of precum that flowed down the length of his cock and over his ball sack. Now, I had read my share of stories about guys who allegedly sucked off sleeping or passed out dudes before, but I was always skeptical of several points that these stories all had in common. I supposed that a guy could definitely get a hard on while sleeping and maybe even passed out cold since we all wake up with morning wood all the time. I wondered about a guy who was sleeping and especially those who were passed out cold, either from being drunk or in some cases where they were supposedly knocked out with some sort of gas or something, being stimulated to the point of not only gaining an erection but also being able to cum.

Again, I know guys dream and sometimes have nocturnal emissions and wake up in the morning with a damp and sticky mess in their briefs, and I'm not sure if a drunken (or otherwise induced) stupor would interfere with their ability to climax or not. But the thing about such stories that I'd always been most skeptical about was whether or not a guy could be sucked to the point of erection and excited enough to achieve a climax without being awakened during the whole process. My first thoughts, probably because I was so worried about getting caught, was that Pack was just faking and really wasn't passed out cold as he appeared to be. I wondered if he wasn't so fucking hard and leaking copious amounts of precum because he'd been jerking himself off while I was in the head and now he was just playing possum either to avoid being caught in an embarrassing situation or maybe to see how I would react. I carefully stood there and surveyed his face closely, looking for any sign that he was faking his condition. I paid particularly close attention to his eyes and mouth for signs that he was not sleeping or passed out.

Finding none, I developed a plan that I could always explain away as knowing he was faking and taking action to make him admit that he was really awake. I slowly ran my finger up the exposed underside of Corey's cock, scooping up some of his dripping precum. His cock bobbed and weaved a little at my contact with his cock head, but there was no sign from his facial expressions that he was aware of what was happening. To make sure that he really wasn't awake, I took my finger and rubbed it all over his lips, coating them with his own precum. No reaction. I tried placing my hand on his shoulder and shaking him roughly in an effort to wake him and when his facial expression betrayed no sign of awareness and his body remained as limp as a rag doll, I was finally convinced that he was out cold. A sudden glint of light reflecting off the moisture from his lips made me swoop in and kiss Corey squarely on the lips. I might have been looking for an excuse like the sweet precum I had just smeared on this great looking studs lips as a reason to kiss him, but the truth is that I wanted to kiss this sleeping stud, precum or no precum. I slipped my tongue between Corey's lips and dueled with his tongue.

It wasn't much of a duel, really. His tongue did move a little, probably just some involuntary response to my tongue making contact with his, but sadly, this lacked the passion that comes from a conscious and willing partner and it wasn't a terribly hot passionate kiss despite the fact that it did turn me on just to be kissing this object of my desire. If it hadn't already been determined with absolute certainty that Corey was really passed out, this would have done the job. Nothing, short of possibly sticking your cock up his ass would put an end to a straight guy pretending to be sleeping or passed out faster than a good old fashioned lip lock from another guy.

I don't believe I have yet described Corey's magnificent cock in all it's glorious hardness. In this state, it appeared to be very close to 7 inches. Contrary to a lot of Gay myths, that's actually above average length, but on this kid's small frame, it looked considerably more than just above average. The girth was impressive whether you took the size of his body in general into account or not. It wasn't super thick or anything like that, certainly not one of those that are supposedly as thick or thicker than a fucking beer can but it was nicely thick and gave Corey's cock the appearance of great strength and power.

That beauty was topped off with a large, bulbous head that was shiny and bright red in color. Seeing that fantastic cock pointing heavenward and dripping all that delicious looking precum not only made me a little weak in the knees, but it made me want his cock more than I'd ever wanted a cock in my life (and that's saying a whole lot since I am quite the cock hound). I felt very guilty, at least for an instant, about taking advantage of his condition, but I saw this as the only chance I was ever likely to get to taste this cock that I'd longed for so long and which was now utterly irresistible to me. I dropped to my knees at the foot of the bed to worship Corey's cock the way it truly deserved to be worshipped.

I flattened my tongue for maximum coverage and placed it under Corey's big fucking balls and started to lick my way slowly up his smooth scrotal sack and then I began to lick that boys cock like a fucking Popsicle. As I savored the slick texture and sweet taste of this young studs precum offering, I watched his body and face closely for any signs that he was responding consciously to my sexual play. Nothing. I'd have never had the balls to plan anything this bold, but I wasn't about to turn down this opportunity that had just been thrown right into my lap. I wrapped my right hand around Corey's cock and slowly stroked it up and down a couple times. I stopped and reveled in how powerful his cock felt in my hand. This beautiful, androgynous looking boy definitely had a mans cock and balls sprouting up from between his hairless thighs.

I raised up a little and swirled my tongue around the head of that cock and then I plunged my tongue as deeply as possible into Corey's piss slit, sucking up every last drop of precum I could find. The taste was simply intoxicating, and I was very excited by the prospect of trying to make this boy cum for me and tasting his seed. I really hoped that was a possibility. I placed the head of Corey's cock in my mouth and sucked on it as I let my tongue play games with this most sensitive part of him. Having Corey in this way was as exciting as any sexual experience I had ever had and I could only try to imagine what it might be like to have this hot stud awake and willing, talking dirty to me as he vigorously fucked my face for all he was worth. I went down on Corey, taking his dick all the way down to his tightly curled pubes. That big, bulbous head of his seriously threatened to cut off every bit of air as it lodged itself firmly deep in my throat, and seemed reluctant to turn me loose when I would start to move my mouth back up his thick shaft to lavish his cock head with more tongue worship. Reluctantly, I released his cock long enough to lick and then suck on his big nuts.

I loved the way they bounced around inside his sack when I lavished them with attention from my warm, wet tongue. They were so full of life, and I was sure that they were also very full of something else that I hoped to receive shortly. I began to take his balls into my mouth and suck them individually. Unlike some men I had enjoyed doing this with, his nuts were just too big for me to get both of them into my mouth at the same time. I found that his balls would dance the most if I placed my tongue under and between his two big balls and used a lot of pressure to lick this area and I was getting off on making them dance so! I was pleased to find that Corey had a very prominent "root" in that area between a man's balls and his asshole that I've heard some refer to as a "tain't". I couldn't resist licking all along this area too while I was down there and that lead me right into that spectacular bubble butt that had been the center of my attention with this stud for so long.

I gently rolled Corey over so that perfect bubble butt of his was exposed for me to examine closely with my eyes, with my lips, and with anything else I might choose to "examine" it with. I kissed both cheeks. I licked along the crack of that sweet ass. I kneaded his ass and played with it. Corey's ass was so incredibly firm, yet at the same time it was almost surprisingly velvety smooth. I buried my face in his butt and inhaled deeply. I'd just dragged him out of the tub, so it smelled very clean; not musky at all. I worked my tongue as deep into his ass crack as I could and then I used my fingers on both hands to pry his cheeks apart. This stud had one tight ass! I'm not even talking about his asshole, which I hadn't been able to reach yet. Just the depth of his butt crack combined with the firm musculature of those rounded cheeks made for a tight fit and a bit of work just to reach the "promised land". Eventually, I was able to spread him wide enough and snake my tongue far enough up his crack to reach the tightest little butt hole I had ever encountered. I licked all around his puckered rose bud and managed to get just the very tip of my tongue into a few centimeters up his hole. This was obviously a place where "no man had ever gone before"!

I rolled Corey back onto his back. Damn he was such a handsome kid! I wished I could see those eyes open and staring down at me as I prepared to go down on his thick cock again. Then again, he looked so innocent, so vulnerable, and oh so desirable as he lay there sleeping. I took his cock in my hand and started to slowly jack it up and down. I loved the way Corey's cock felt in the palm of my hand; hot, heavy, and oh so hard. His mind may not have been aware of what was going on at that moment, but his dick certainly was. That much was for sure. That Sailor stud's crank was quickly regaining the little bit of girth and hardness that had been lost while I'd shifted my attention from his cock to his ass, and the precum was starting to once again flow freely. I drew little circles over the very tip of Corey's cock with the tip of my index finger, using his precum for lube. I let my efforts shift slowly down and outward until I was circling the glans, rimming the base of that bulbous cock head. That only made him produce even more of the slimy goo and I was soon sliding my hand up and down the length of this cute boy's shaft, using his own natural lube to glide smoothly up and down the length of that sexy rod.

The head of Corey's cock began to change from an angry looking scarlet to a purplish color. When I checked his balls, I noticed that his walnut sized testicles had begun to draw up tighter toward the base of his dick, one to the left and one to the right. I plunged my mouth back down his rigid cock until his pubes were once again tickling my nose. I held him there until I was forced to come up for air, then I retained just the head of his cock between my lips and I sucked harder than ever before. I knew his nuts had generated a supply of nutty cum that was just waiting to be freed and I just had to have it. Making a ring of my index finger and my thumb around the base of his cock (at least as far as they would reach) I started to plunge up and down on Corey's cock, coming all the way off the head of his cock before slamming it right back down my throat until I hit bottom and he had no more to give. After a couple minutes at this pace, I started to vary my speed and I also alternated between sucking hard and using some major tongue action on his sensitive cock head. I placed my hand down to cup his balls and found them to be on either side of his shaft rather than hanging below and I knew that if I kept up this intensity I would receive my just rewards in rather short order.

I became greedier than ever and redoubled my efforts. I knew that "shotgun" couldn't last much longer before he fired a salvo right down my throat. I could feel Corey's cock starting to throb, signaling that he was only seconds away from blasting off. Then I felt something incredible. That cock swelled inside my mouth and almost broke my jaw. It almost felt like it recoiled and then it happened. Corey's initial salvo of cum was not only forceful, as advertised; it was huge. He filled my mouth and it shot up my nose. I thought I was going to drown. Then all hell broke loose. I was moaning like crazy and swallowing as hard and fast as I could. Corey's cock kept firing and firing. I knew what it must feel like for a professional bull rider to try and stay on a bull for 8 seconds. Although it seemed that my stud's cock had been shooting round after round down my throat forever, I knew that in reality it couldn't have been much more than 8 or 10 seconds. I was in heaven, trying to swallow all that Corey could feed me but his load was so copious that large gobs of his nutty cum had escaped my lips and was covering my chin as well as his cock and balls.