Drunk roommate

I was about to leap up and grab him and wrestle him to submission when I heard him say, “Maybe I’d better undress you.” I couldn’t believe he meant it, but I decided to wait and see.

The next thing I knew he was taking my shoes off. I was lying across the bed, with my feet hanging off the side, so that was easy. Once Chris had my shoes off he moved up onto the bed next to me. I felt him start to unbutton my shirt. One voice inside me was saying that I should let him know I was just fooling around, but another was saying ‘wait and see how far he’ll go.’

Slowly my buddy unbuttoned my shirt and spread it apart, baring my pecs and abs. Then nothing for what seemed a long time, except the sound of Chris breathing hard, like he’d been running.

“Shit man, you’re faking it” Chris said. “Let’s find out!”

He reached inside my shirt and started tickling me. Normally I am very ticklish, especially when Chris does it to me. When he wants me to do something all he has to do is get his hands in my sides and tickle me and I’m totally helpless and at his mercy. That’s even when I have a shirt on, if he can work his hands inside and get my abs and sides bare I’m totally gone. So he had every right to expect that tickling me now would get a reaction, and I don’t know why, but I had no trouble at all. His hands felt good on my bare skin, but I wasn’t convulsed with laughter and helplessness the way I usually was, I just lay there like a dog.