Me and Pat

by Al I work the evening shift and was just heading home. Up the road I could see someone staggering. When I got up to him I noticed it was a co-worker that gets out two hours before me. He had been to the bar and got drunk, so he was walking home and I offered him a lift. He lived way out of my way and asked if I would mind if he crashed at my place. I said "no problem." Pat is a hot Irishman with lots of black hair all over his body. I've had the hots for him ever since he started working with me. By the time we got to my place he could hardly walk and I had a hard time keeping him steady enough to walk to the apartment. I still don't know how I managed to get him up to the third floor. Finally in the apartment he said he had to pee real bad, so I took him to the bathroom. He couldn't stand still so I had to hold him steady. He whipped out the biggest piece of meat I've ever seen (I didn't measure it so you'll have to use your imagination here). He couldn't hold it still and was going on the floor so I said "Sorry buddy but this is necessary." I grabbed on to his dick and aimed it in the toilet. My dream man in my hands but I didn't dare do more for fear he would remember the next day and let it out at work. I walked him across the hall to the guest room. He asked me to help him undress for bed since he was in no shape to do so by himself. I savored the moment as I unbuttoned his shirt, brushing the long black hair on his chest that disappeared into his pants. I pulled him to me to put my arms around behind to pull off his shirt. His man scent was intoxicating even with the scent of beer on his breath. I had to be careful, I popped a boner and he might notice I was getting aroused. I backed him around to the bed and undid his pants. As I unzipped them I could feel his man mean bulging, trying to get out. He wasn't wearing under ware and when I pulled his pants down his boner went "sproing." I laid him down and he was sound asleep before he hit the mattress. I stood there for awhile admiring his well toned body, soaking in his manly scent and rubbing my crotch. His dick as I said earlier was massive, and he had balls to match. They were hanging there between his spread legs inviting me to love them. Pat is a very good friend and I didn't want to take advantage of him in this condition, so reluctantly, I went to my room, hot, horny and frustrated. Normally I like to take my time and stroke it slow but I was so horny that I beat it fast and furious. The next morning Pat was coming out of his room the same time I was from mine. He was still naked and that big piece of manhood was swaying back and forth. He caught me looking and when I blushed he said "that's ok, I like being looked at." I told him that I wish mine was that big and that I was ashamed of mine now that I saw his. He said don't feel that way most guys are smaller than his. Pat confessed that when I put him to bed that he was only pretending to be asleep and that he could "feel" me looking at him and was hoping I would be brave enough to touch him. I nearly died knowng that he knew and what I'd missed out on the night before. I told him I wanted nothing more but didn't want to take advantage of him in that condition. He thanked me for being so thoughtful and suggested we take a shower together...