Stolen sex

“Shut up Even!” I barked. “Just help me get these cloths off and into the dryer,” I directed.

He was right, this was strangely arousing, Ray was a handsome teenager, but I was embarrassed to admit it. We got his pants and shirt off and then Evan took them to the basement to put them in the dryer. Still naked, and still on my hands and knees straddling Ray’s right leg I stared down at the most amazing thing. Drunk and out like a light, Ray’s teenage-cock was as stiff as one of those mini baseball bats and almost as big. We hadn’t taken off his Hanes, so I instantly wondered what that cock looked like naked. I looked around the room guiltily. Evan was out of the room, I thought, why not just take a peek, Ray wouldn’t know. I lifted the elastic waist band and moved my face closer to see the most beautiful thing.

As I was ogling the boy’s equipment, Evan startled me with, “Well, why don’t we take those off too.”

“No! What! Why? Really?” I was confused and didn’t know what to think or say.

Evan just said, “It’s all right. He’s so drunk he’ll never know and I don’t mind. In fact, it’s hot watching you like that with the boy.”