It all came to an abrupt end, when Barry moaned and ultimately confessed. “Oh I’m going to get sick.” He released his tight grip from my shoulder, easing himself to an unsteady stance. He wobbled towards the bathroom. I could hear him heaving, succumbing to The Green Death.
When I heard no more vomiting, I went to the bathroom. “Are you okay?” I emptied the remaining beer in our cans in the toilet.
“Yeah,” he uttered. “I think I’ll hit the sack. You mind, my best buddy?” He continued slurring enticing words I could barely decipher. His face turned a shade of dark drab green.
“Let’s both get some sleep.” Not to my satisfaction, he slipped into the bed to the right of mine. I asked, “Are you sure you’re going to be okay? I can slip into bed with you, if you want?” My heart pounded for the right answer.
“I’m freezing. Maybe you can warm me up.”
Slithering into his bed, I anxiously lay beside him. I wrapped my arms around him, his body trembling, even though the room blazed from the fire. I started to sweat him. Pressing my crotch against close his firm round buns, the bulge inside my shorts was obvious to me. I thought Barry lost his inhibitions with The Green Death, my left hand reaching slowly for his cock to detect any recognition of his desire. My fingers felt his slightly hard dick. I wanted to lean over and kiss him.
“I think we should stop,” he mumbled incoherently. “I don’t know what’s going on. Maybe I need to sleep this off.”
Withdrawing my hand, embarrassed, I thought about returning to the adjacent bed but only sat up. Barry might have passed out but I was not sure. As I watched him lying on his stomach, the bed sheet and blanket half draped over his body, but his sensual buns lay still and desirable. His breathing was heavy, slow and deep, his eyes forced tightly shut. His arms extending up over his head, as if he grasped for something or someone, like me. I had the urge to lie next to him again. My fingers sought pleasure caressing his tight buns, but he rolled on his side. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I covered his entire body with the sheet and blanket.
“Thanks, best buddy.” He murmured and dosed off again.
I stood up, tip toed to the wood burning stove and put a few more logs on the fire to keep us warm until morning. I lay in my own bed that night, pondering what almost happened. “Damn!” I said. “Almost.”