At my High School, classes ended a week before graduation, so graduation ceremonies happened after many families took off for vacation. Graduation was usually boring, so it was not typical for undergrads to go unless they had good friends among the senior class.
Peter was graduating, and even though we were not social friends, I felt close to him because of out sexual experiences together. I didn't have much going on that summer, so I decided to go to graduation. It was pretty boring, and I felt stupid for going, but that all changed afterwards when Peter flagged me down and told me I needed to come to the senior party. I wasn't sure that it was a great idea, but I liked the fact that he was asking, and then he offered to pick me up. This was good since I couldn't drive, but I couldn't tell my parents that some guy who would probably get totally wasted at this party would be driving me home. So I knew I would have to lie to them.
I had a similar experience at the party as I did at the graduation; in the beginning I felt left out. I didn't know the seniors very well, only a few of the cheerleaders and the guys from the football team. Everybody was getting drunk, and I was still at the point where drinking sort of scared me, so I didn't have anything to drink. One side of me wished I hadn't come, but the other side kept anticipating that Peter and I would have some fun on the way home.
Around midnight, I was surprised to see that Charley had crashed the party. He was not with his girlfriend, and so we hung out together and had a pretty good time. Charley was drinking, and the more drunk he got, the bolder I got with making advances on him. At one point, Charley told me that he felt like he was getting sick. I offered to help him walk out into a field behind the yard where the party was so that he could throw up if he needed.
Once we were out there, he got down on his knees to throw up, but nothing happened. We talked a little bit, but he was very groggy and I thought he was about to pass out. Finally he said, "I gotta take a piss."
"Let me help you."
"No, I gotta do it on my own." He tried, but couldn't even stand up. "I gotta go bad." He started to laugh.
I got behind him and pulled him up under his shoulders. I held him up. "Can you stand up?"
"I don't know. I gotta pee bad."
He wasn't very coherent at this point, and I was afraid he would just start pissing in his pants, so with one arm I helped keep him balanced and the other headed south to unzip his fly. He didn't react or try to stop me. I reached in, found his dick, and pulled it out. Nothing happened at first.
"Thanks, dude. You're a good friend, Jerry." With that he started spraying his piss everywhere. I got turned on by feeling the warm piss flowing through his cock. I started subtly rubbing his cock a bit to see if he would react or notice. It was very subtle, and he didn't seem to notice at all.
"You done?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"Well hang on and let me make sure." With that I stroked his cock like I would my own to get all of the last bit of piss out, but with his I did it in a more exaggerate way and for a longer time.
"Thanks, Jerry. You're a good friend." He kept repeating that, and I just kept stroking. I was hoping that he would get hard, but nothing much happened in Charley's erection department. He kept repeating thanks like he was enjoying my rubbing him, so I kept going. By this time my own dick was totally hard, and it was pressing against Charley, but he didn't react.
Finally he said. "I need to sit down." I took this as a cue that he wanted me to stop, so I helped him sit down, but I didn't close up his fly or anything. As I was sitting down across from him, he said, "Where'd you go? Sit down behind me and keep doing what you were doing."
I wanted to hear what he thought I was doing so I asked, "What was I doing?"
"You know, Jerry. Keep doing that. It felt good."
"Are you willing to do it to me, if I continue doing it to you?"
He just sat there. So I decided to drop my pants. I was totally hard. "Do it for me, and I'll continue to make you feel good." He smiled and feebly reached up and started stroking my dick. It wasn't great but it was a thrill just to feel him touching my dick. I moved around so that I could reach him while he could still jack me off. He wasn't hard at all, but I kept rubbing him like he wanted. He went back to repeating what a good friend I was. I started stripping him, and he let me.
I was just there with my shorts pulled down, but I got him totally naked. I think the chill in the air might have sobered him up a bit because his dick finally started getting hard, and he stopped talking. Even though I had never really enjoyed sucking on somebody's dick, I found that I wanted Charley to cum in my mouth because I thought he would enjoy that the most. I was really into making him feel good that night. I think it was because it had been so long since he had let me get intimate with him.
He ended up cumming in my mouth, and I came in his hand. It took us awhile to reach that point, and that made it even better. By the time we were finished, the party had turned pretty quiet. I suddenly remembered Peter, and I became concerned that he might be wondering where I was. Charley was passed out, so I got up to go find Peter.