Thanksgiving Dessert (Patreon)

As you gorge on leftovers and Black Friday deals, take some to yourself to read this one...

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“Connor, come here.”

My friend was whispering as loudly as he possibly could from the stairs and even though I still didn’t feel like moving a single muscle, I pulled myself out of my bed and headed his way. Most of the lights in our house were still off outside of the dining room and kitchen, so I turned on some lamps on my way downstairs.

It was our senior year of college, and we decided that before officially becoming grown-ups, we’d host a Thanksgiving dinner for our friends. There were four of us living in our house right off campus, and we invited girlfriends and boyfriends and close friends and even a couple of professors who politely declined. Their loss though- Danny was in school for culinary science, and he was in charge of the entire menu. Tony, me, and Sam were tasked with fixing drinks, and we excelled at that in our own way. They might not have been something you’d order at a fancy bar downtown, but they certainly had everyone drunk as they stumbled into Ubers and out onto the sidewalk to walk the thankfully short distances back to their places.

Downstairs, I heard Sam snoring in his room, and Danny was standing in front of Tony’s bedroom door. He still had a dishrag over his shoulder, and when I walked up to him, I realized why I’d been called down here. Our fourth roommate, one of the walk-on linebackers for the football team, was passed out drunk on his bed with his jeans around his ankles and one hand down his briefs.

Those briefs never ceased to surprise us. As the one completely straight member of the house, he had the gayest underwear, and not a single girlfriend ever seemed to call him out about it. They were basically bikini briefs, and whenever he’d walk out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of those and a towel around his neck, we had to hold our tongues. Occasionally, we’d have to hold something else as well in the privacy of our own rooms. He never seemed to realize the way we felt about him, or maybe he did and he just liked the attention. No matter the reasoning, he was a great roommate.

“How long do you think he’ll be passed out?”

“He was our lead bartender, and once people started taking shots, he always took one with them.”

“I kind of want to take a picture of him.”

“To add to your spank bank?”

“Oh fuck off, you’d open up for him in a second if he asked. No, I want to take a picture to embarrass him with later.”

As Danny went to grab his phone from the kitchen, I took a moment of privacy to admire the sleeping behemoth on the bed that was barely big enough for him. His tight jeans rested on top of the boots that he’d started to unlace before abandoning the task, and he was still wearing his shirt even though it was just a technicality. He always kept the top three buttons undone to show off his chest hair, and the bottom one had come undone as well as the shirt rode up onto his stomach. He was practically already naked in front of us as his hand pushed the low-rise waistband even lower.

Danny was back now, and I tried to act like I wasn’t already firming up inside of my sweatpants.

“Okay, let me get a good angle.” After checking to make sure the flash wasn’t on, he took a few photos. “Wait, let me make it even worse.”

Reaching down, Danny unbuttoned the one button that was keeping the shirt together, and it fell away without Tony even moving a muscle. He was still softly breathing as his whole chest was on display now for a few more photos.

“Do we dare?”

We stood there a few seconds waiting for the other one to make a move, but we both knew what we had to do now. The faint hint of his pubes behind his arm were the furthest we’d even seen, and we needed more. Nodding at each other, we slowly got into action. Danny finished unlacing his boots and pulled those and his jeans off, leaving him in just his mismatched socks. Tony threatened to roll over once, but he luckily just gave one big snore before going still again.

Meanwhile, I began pulling those briefs down his thighs as slowly as I could. Once they were past his knees, Danny took over and pulled them all the way off before we threw them into the hamper behind us. We knew we couldn’t get his shirt all the way off, so this was as far as we could go… almost. His hand was still covering his cock, and we didn’t do all of this for nothing. Rock paper scissoring for who’d have to finish the job, Danny lost and took a deep breath before going into action.

Holding his phone up to video everything, I waited as Danny grabbing his hand as lightly as possible and slid it up to rest on his chest. His beautiful, thick cock was now on display, and the physics of how it stayed contained in those tiny briefs truly didn’t make a lot of sense. He was either blessed or already chubbed up a bit, but no matter which it was, he was photographed from every angle.

Sneaking out of his room even though we could have stayed for hours, I reluctantly walked back into the kitchen with Danny to finish doing dishes. We loaded the dishwasher and started on the full sink in front of us, clanking around pans as our ancient dishwasher started making its usual tirade of noise. That blocked us from hearing Tony walk into the kitchen and open the fridge.

Turning around, we looked at him standing behind the door chugging a bottle of water, still with his shirt unbuttoned and barely hanging onto his shoulders.

“Fuck, I made those drinks way too strong. I already feel like shit.”

We just nodded at him as we tried a bit of small talk, but we were just anticipating what we’d see once he closed the door. Had he grabbed a pair of shorts to throw on, or did he even realize that he was half naked?

Finally, he drained the last of the bottle before tossing it into the recycling behind him. Closing the door, we looked down for just a second and saw that impressive cock one more time before he noticed himself.

“Oh fuck!”

His cheeks were going red now, and as he clamped both hands over his crotch, he tried to stammer out some response before turning on his heels and rushing back to his room. Seeing that brickhouse ass for just a second was enough to burn it into our memories, as we got back to washing dishes with a laugh.