Joey reasoned that he wouldn't have enough time to get his shoes or any of his clothes off, so he sat down at his computer and put on headphones. Unfortunately it turned out that Sam had come up the stairs pretty quickly, so he didn't have time to put on music either. When he moved the mouse, he remembered what he had last been doing on his computer, and just managed to shut off the porn before Sam came through the door.
Up close, Sam looked more drunk than Joey had realized. His eyes were a little red, and his moments were pretty clumsy. He was smiling broadly, however, when he ran inside Joey's room and shut the door behind them. Joey forgot to look surprised, but Sam was clearly too drunk to notice.
After all that running around, Sam suddenly decided he needed a place to sit down, and stumbled over onto Joey's bed. He flopped backward, his arms going over his head, which caused the bottom of his t-shirt to come up, exposing a small curve of belly marked by a happy trail.
Joey walked over to his bed, and remembered that he wasn't supposed to know what was going on.
"Who are you, and what are you doing in my house?"
Rather than respond in words, Sam sat up, pulled Joey down to the bed and put his finger to his mouth.
"Shhh."
The sudden motion broke quickly through Joey's act, and his next question was genuine. "What's going on?"
Sam replied, giggling, "If I'm up here too long they'll think I'm dead, like in a scary movie."
Joey was sure they'd have to be even more drunk than Sam to believe that, but give what he'd seen so far tonight he wouldn't put it past any of them. Sam fell back onto the bed again, and Joey's eyes were drawn straight back to that patch of exposed belly. Joey suddenly remembered, unbidden, that the porn he'd been watching when his brother's friends had been very interrupted.
Suddenly, from his laying position, Sam grabbed Joey's shoulder and pulled him down to the bed as well. Joey looked towards Sam, who slowly turned his head as well. Joey had never been quite so close to another guy before, at least not one this drunk. Before he really had opportunity to consider this, Sam pushed him on his side. Joey thought he was being pushed away, until he suddenly felt Sam behind him. Sam's crotch was grinding up against Joey's ass, while his hand explored Joey's torso.
Almost instinctively, Joey scooted his ass backwards, which caused Sam to thrust. Sam's hand grabbed Joey's free one and guided it back to his ass, pulling them closer together. Joey clasped Sam's ass through his jeans, feeling the softness of it and enjoying the twin sensations of his hand on Sam's ass and Sam's crotch on his own.
Suddenly...
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