I manage to refuse him

As we entered the bathroom, the confined space and our close proximity already making me uncomfortable I started to have second thoughts. When Tristan dropped his pants revealing a cock much fatter and longer than mine my eyes went wide and I instinctively backed away. I couldn't do this... it was too much.

I quickly left the bathroom, grabbed my stuff and left, briskly walking the short distance home. I quietly let myself in as it was late and the lights were out. One of the reasons I had planned to stay at Tristan's was that a family friend was visiting, Tony an old school friend of my father's. He would come to town a few times a year and stay with us, and when he did I would give him my bedroom while I took the couch. I spread out a couple of sheets and stripped down to my underpants before curling up to sleep, images of Tristan's meaty cock coursing through my mind and making it difficult to drift off.

I must have fallen asleep eventually, as some time later I half awoke to the sensation of someone rubbing me. It felt nice, a soft, gentle rubbing on my ass...

I must have held my breath as the realisation sunk in as the rubbing stopped, but the hand remained. It was cupping my cheek and I could tell it was a large, manly hand. Instantly I knew it had to be Tony, which was very strange and yet, in my half asleep mind it felt kind of good. Kind of right. I knew I had a decision to make... I could recoil and confront him, or I could pretend I was asleep and let this run its course. Of course there was a third, far more scary option - I could welcome his advances and encourage his molestation of me.