Lights Out / Lights On

The room swam before him and without knowing it Peter fell into one of the deepest sleeps of his life.

He woke to an abundance of daylight and a splitting headache. He sat up, groaning under the perceived weight of his own head, and realized he had no pants on. With an almost girlish squeak he leapt up and hitched up his pants. The sudden movement caused another groan and he only managed to avoid falling onto his bed by just dropping himself roughly.

He checked the time and found it to be almost noon. Looking around he found no sign of Brandon. Laying his face in his hands he let out another long low groan.

What had happened last night? How did he let that happen? It was the booze for sure. And he was probably nervous. He didn't want to upset a gay person. But he wasn't gay right? Yes he's had his dick sucked but he was drunk! And it wasn't gay if you got YOUR dick sucked! But it felt so good...and though his head was splitting and his soul conflicted the memory of blowing his load in Brandon's mouth caused his cock to begin to twitch back to life.

"Morning neighbor!" Came the too cheerful voice of Brandon skipping into the room.

He wore only a pink towel and was still weight from the shower.

"Well we survived night one !" He said laying a comforting hand on Peter's shoulder.

"How you feeling big guy?" Brandon asked softly.

"Awful. My head is....ugh. " he lifted his head to see Brandon smiling down at him, "Listen, about last night..."

"Me dragging your drunk ass home? Psh don't sweat it. I'm sure you'll be doing the same for me. " Brandon waved his hand airily dismissing it.

"No," Peter sighed feeling ill on top of his hangover now for having to discuss this, "Not that, the OTHER part..."

"Ohhhhh. " Brandon said in a sing song voice, "The blowjob? That was MY pleasure. And yours too I guess. What about it? You need another?"

Brandon's eyes grew hungry even a little wild and he moved towards Peter. Just the word blowjob had made him wince; he put his hands to fend off Brandon if need be.

"No I'm fine thank you thank you. I...It...it was wrong. It can't happen again. I'm straight. "

Brandon smiled and walked to his side of the room.

"Of course babe,anything you want. I get it, your straight. I can tell, totally straight. " he dropped his towel without a hint of shame even as Peter dropped his head back into his hands with a hangover ridden groan.

"BUT I will say there is NOTHING gay about getting your dick sucked. And as a gay man I know these things. And shit, any guy would give his right arm to have a cock hole like this on call. So you listen mr Peter Straight-man. I will suck your beautiful cock any-ee-time you like. "

Peter peered through the crack in his fingers, watching Brandon towel off. Like every other bit of him his ass was a perfectly golden brown tan. Also like the rest of him it was petite and narrow with just the tiniest bubble of cleft beneath it. He turned and Peter couldn't help but keep looking. His nipples were tiny, almost miniscule. And just like every other part of him that was NOT tan, they were pink.

He was hairless, utterly hairless and it only seemed to make his cock look smaller. His cock and balls were small, and looked almost extra delicate beside his narrow frame and devoid of hair. And he moved without and ounce of shame going through all the motions stark naked.

Peter closed his eyes for what felt like a moment and when Brandon emerged from the closer he was dressed. Returned was the flamboyant costume. He wore a cowboy hat and expensive designer shades. A slim black choker was around his neck and the black tank top was missing a shoulder, it said "BOYS" in bright gold leaf on the front. His camo colored shorts were snug but not unreasonably so and combined with the sandals made him look somewhat normal.

He was applying another generous coating of lip gloss in the mirror as he spoke.

"Listen, my friend Diego and I are going to get lunch. Hangover food, some hair of the dog. I think you could really use it. Why don't you come along?" He spun away from the mirror and marched towards Peter stopping half way.

He struck a pose, one leg out, his hip thrust forward pointing at Peter and pursing his lips.

"How fabulous do I look?"