Hungover

You wake up in bed with an axe in your skull. Or at least you feel that way. You sit up in the bed half naked wondering how you even got home. You remember going to the party, drinking and chatting up hot girls and then....[Oh god! I made out with a guy!]

Suddenly your door is kicked open and there stands your father beating a spoon against a metal pot. "AGH!!" you scream grabbing your head.

"Morning princess!" your dad yells. "Your mom wants you to know breakfast is ready." he booms before banging the pot again.

You race downstairs and **** yourself to eat instead of dying.

"So I heard your little boyfriend had to drive you home last night." Your dad growls taking a bight of sausage.

"He's not my-"

"He's very sweet dear." your mother says to your father.

"At least he's responsible, unlike my little delinquent." He responds to your mother completely ignoring you.

"Where's kyle?" you try changing the subject by asking about your little brother.

"He's still sleeping. Unlike you he wasn't so drunk he didn't have to have his boyfriend carry him to bed!" your dad clearly wasn't letting go of this but worst of all it made you remember...tom DID carry you to bed and you kissed him! and called him your hero! In front of your mom even! No wonder she's acting like this.

"Look-"

"I want you to invite him for dinner next week. So I can speak with him." your dad commands. You know your dad well enough to know arguing was pointless.

"What for?"

"So I can thank him for saving my ne'er-do-well of a son!" He shouted, splitting your head open even further. God he had a set of pipes on him.

"Yes sir." you relent. "May I be excused." you beg your mother. She looks towards your father now reading a paper. This told her he was through with you for now.

"Yes sweetie, but before you go to sleep make sure you call tom about dinner. I don't want you to forget." you groan

You sludge your way up the stairs praying that you'd fall down them and die. No such luck as you entered your room dialing up tom.

"Well hello cutie. Nice to know you survived the night." he said cheerfully. "I guess you're excited for our date tomorrow." he continues.

"Date?"

"I really enjoyed last night."

"Look my folks want to talk to you!" you shout, immediately regretting it.

"Sure I'm game."

"No not now. They want you to come over next saturday for dinner."

"Aww, you want me to meet your parents already? I didn't think our relationship had progressed so far yet." he joked. You groaned laying back on your bed.

"Will you come over?" you beg, wanting to just go back to sleep.

"Anything for you cutie." he coos.

You close your eyes almost half asleep. "Thank you." you say dreamily. You dont see him smile on the other end of the phone.

"What are you doing now?"

"In bed. In pain." you groan.

"Aww poor baby, too bad I'm not there, I'd make you feel good."

You moan pleasurably. "A massage would be great right now." you say absentmindedly.

"Just imagine my hands rubbing all over your body." he says seductively. Your hands move unconsciously following his orders as you imagine one of the girls from the party doing what he says. "Lifting up your shit and rubbing your chest." You moan, whatever he was doing was working cause your mind is no longer on your splitting headache. "Pinching your nipples." he whispers and you moan again as you pinch your own nipples. "You like that, cutie?" you moan the affirmative. "My hands sliding down your rock hard abs and into your underwear." You feel yourself blush as your hands caress your abs. "Are you hard?" he asks as you grasp your stiff penis. You moan again, "You have a delicious cock" he comments while you stroke imagining a cheerleader looking up at you, your cock in her hand, "I just want to put it in my mouth as I stroke your hard cock." you hear him moan over the phone and realize he's touching his cock too. Your mind thinks back to the bulge in his pants last night how thick it was. Suddenly the cheerleader is gone in your mind. "Are you stroking for me?" you realize you've been stroking your cock continuously "Are you gonna cum for me cutie?" he moans. You moan feeling your balls tense up "Cum for me cutie!" he orders "Cum down my throat!" the vanished cheerleader is replaced by an image of tom from last night on his knees with your cock in his mouth. Before you can stop you explode, emptying your balls in his mouth. You hear him scream out with you. "Oh god," he pants "Do you feel better cutie?" he asks between breaths.

You suddenly realize what you've done. "I have to go."

"Sure thing cutie, feel better and see you tomorrow night." you hear him kiss before hanging up the phone.

"Oh my god." you say looking down at the cum on your chest. You had to admit you did feel a little better. At least it distracted you for a few minutes. [It's not gay to jerk off to-with-your friend.]

Just then you hear a noise coming from the door [Oh my god I forgot to close the door!]