Drunken Confusion

That night, you and Kase shared a bottle of wine and some pasta. You both played a video game together, as Kase had found the old Nintendo 64 that you and he played back in your childhood. The game glitched out.

"Oh, the game is probably dusty," Kase said, his words slurring. He poured himself another glass of wine, and topped yours off. "Can you go blow it, buddy?"

You went over to game system, pulling the cartridge out, and starting to blow the dust out of it. Kase stared at you dumbly.

"Dude ... are you wearing panties?" Kase asked, his mouth open.

"What?" you asked drunkenly, looking back at him. You'd loosened your belt a little from the large meal, and your pants were sagging, revealing an ass clad in only an aquamarine thong. "Oh ... uhhh, it just ... feels more comfortable, you know, with the meds."

"Dude," Kase said again, downing his glass of wine and walking over to you. He squeezed your firm, round, light brown ass. "This ... ain't bad."

"Kase," you protested, trying to bat his hand away. He tugged your jeans down further, exposing the entirety of your ass. He undid his own pants. You could see he was getting hard. "We shouldn't, Kase..."

"Why not?" Kase asked. "Amanda is out getting some, right? What's that guy? Mustafa? Surely you can have some fun too," he squeezed your ass, starting to peel your thong off.

"Kase ..." you said. He rolled you over onto your back, taking your cock into his soft hand. Your Thai best friend stroked it casually, but it was still a dead zone.

"It's pretty, really," Kase observed, peeling back your foreskin, inspecting you completely. Then he climbed on top of you, his mouth finding yours, as his cock ground against yours.

"Fuck," you whispered hotly, your thighs splaying open on their own accord. He rubbed his cock against yours, pausing to dock your cocks together. He chuckled, and you smiled weakly. He was smaller, really. And you wouldn't be doing this, but for the estrogen. But for the confusion that coursed through your body every day.

He didn't try to buttfuck you. That felt like a line that couldn't be crossed yet. But he rubbed his cock against yours, the only difference between the two was that he could get hard. You reached down, stroking him, giving him a helping hand. His eyes rolled back into his head, and he positioned his cock right over yours, hosing your limp shaft down in his heavy seed. A real man's seed, you thought absently as you passed out.