James woke quite slowly, his head hurt, his vision was blurry. He tried to blink his eyes clear, but they were also dry and one eyelid seemed to get stuck briefly. He was half asleep and half awake. In fact only the pain from his awesome hangover and the pressure in his bladder kept him from falling back asleep. Every joint hurt. His body felt like it had taken a beating. He blinked again and this time managed to get his eyes to focus. The far wall was a light blue, as opposed to the white of Tom's apartment. That thought stalled in his sluggish brain, but after another moment he remembered Erin's offer to let her crash at her apartment.
James lifted his head slightly, he was lying on his left side and as his ear cleared the pillow he felt a chill as the dampness of night sweat evaporated. He realized he was lying on a pull out sofa. "Convertible couch" his mother used to call them. He recognized the material of the arm as belonging to an ugly brown couch in Erin's living room. That confirms where I am he thought. He starts to turn and freezes. There is a weight on his torso.
There is an arm draped across his chest, he can feel the finger tips brushing against his right tit. After a week, James wasn't shocked by his new body anymore, but he was still getting used to how different it felt. Combine that with the ferocious hangover and he hadn't noticed the arm when he first woke up. He held his breath and looked down. One glance at the muscle tone and the hair covering the arm was all he needed. James was in bed with a man. He shifted his body slightly in reaction to that thought. He was mostly awake now and he could feel warmth on his back from the body heat of his bed partner. The sheets sliding across his skin confirmed that he was naked. He didn't want to think about why he was lying naked in a bed with a man, but he couldn't help it. At that moment almost mocking his thoughts, the man's hand responded to some unconscious command and the fingers curled. They cupped his breast. He didn't want to admit that a part of him really liked the feeling of a man's hand on his breast. Whatever the thought was dissipated and the hand relaxed.
James, moving as quickly (not very) as he dared, lifted "the Hand" and slide his body out from under it. He rolled off the edge of the bed and landed ungracefully in a heap on the floor. Fortunately the carpet deadened the noise of the impact. James grimaced in embarrassment and stood up. He was quite unsteady on his feet and reached for the couch to steady himself. He paused breathing slowly trying to clear his head or at least avoid clearing his stomach. He forced himself to look at his bed companion and was surprised. The man was striking. James found himself enjoying the view and momentarily forgot to fight that enjoyment. His "friend" was tall, his feet were dangling off of the bottom of the bed. The sheet was in disarray only pulled up to his waist. His hair was long, quite long actually. It looked like it reached to his shoulders or would if he was standing up. Now it was fanned out around his head almost like a brown halo. He was bearded. It was pretty thick and completely covered his lower face. the rest of his body seemed pretty hairy, but it was also quite muscular. James decided that this man got his money's worth out of his gym membership. He was laying on his side facing James. His arm stretched out towards the spot James had just vacated.
James reached out without thinking about it and grabbed the sheet and pulled gently. Sliding the material down off of the man revealing the rest of his body. The sudden exposure combined with some unconscious thought caused him to roll over onto his back. James barely noticed, all of his attention was fixed on the rather impressive appendage at the juncture of the man's thighs. Without thinking about it, James actually licked his lips. When he realized what he was thinking he turned away.
He straightened up and took a tentative step forward. When that worked out okay he took another. One foot in front of the other. It was harder than it usually was, though that was in part because of how distracting he found the liquid movement of his breasts. He was going to hold them still, but that reminded him of the feeling just now when that man had unconsciously fondled him. He put his arms at his side and kept walking. He was naked, he didn't have the mental energy to focus long enough to find clothes, besides nothing he had fit right anyways.
He walked around the bed and to the door, he paused to make sure the hallway was empty and then tip toed passed the door to Erin's bedroom. He pushed the bathroom door open and stepped inside. He flipped the switch which turned the exhaust fan on as well as the light. He stepped up to the sink and looked in the mirror. Any doubts about last night's activities, not that he had had any, would have been dispelled by the reflection. "Jill's" face had a just fucked look to it, and his hair was disarrayed from last night. He put his hand to mouth and noticed the polished nails, he looked down at them. A coughing fit over came him and he spit a glob of phlegm into his hand, he managed to turn it in time to catch it in his palm. He starred at it in horror. Phlegm is disgusting at the best of times, but the glob of white in the middle of this batch shocked James. Apparently he had fellated the guy last night as well and he had swallowed! James looked at his reflection again and thought what happened last night? No he knew what happened the question was how had it happened?
