The Drunk Adonis

The Drunk Adonis

Published by 1derlander · 2011-10-19T01:33:58+0000

It was like bearing an ox across his shoulders. The drunk man had taken him by surprise, stumbling against Paul as he was leaving through the bar-door into the neonlit alleyway. The drunk man's weight dragged him down a little but he managed to stay upright by grabbing him round his thick waist, one arm draped drunkenly over his shoulder. He was out of it. Barely conscious and muttering something unintelligible. Cute too. A rugged thirty something and built to last. His bourbon breath was sweet, the remaining odour of his showerfresh body just noticeable. The alleyway was deserted. Paul staggered under his weight and took a few steps away from the door, his fingers sinking into the mans thick, warm waist, holding him upright. Man he was heavy. Paul looked around. There was no one to help. Perhaps he could set him down on the nearby wall to sober up. As Paul shifted his grip the guys shirt rode up exposing his swollen belly, a handsome fur covering its soft, round bulk. He leaned heavily against Paul sending him staggering backwards and pinning him up against a wooden fence, his stubbled face draped on Paul's shoulder and belly pressing firmly against his. Paul felt his heart begin to beat faster. This guy was hot. The feeling of his firm fat waist in his hands, supporting his hulk of a weight made him want to explore the rest of him. He wanted to run his fingers up his tight shirt, feel the curves and folds of his body, squeeze his soft,warm fatness and caress the bulge of his relaxed and protruding belly. But he knew he couldnt. It wouldnt be right. Just then the guy shifted his weight to standing and mumbled something with a smile. His arms slipped down to Paul's waist and wrapped clumbsily around him. He leaned against Paul, his weight pressing him backwards and slowly swaying every now and again. Paul swallowed. He felt his body yearning. This heavy, hot guy was in a world of his own but he was happy to be a part of it here in the dark. The drunk guy lifted his head, his eyes heavy lidded and blurred with booze. His square jaw and rugged looks somehow enhanced by his drunken state. Another warm breath of bourbon and his full lips moved forwards finding pauls with ease. It was a long, deep, lazy kiss. A total stranger. Mistaken for someone else perhaps who knows but passionate and sexy all the same. Paul felt the sway of the guy start to pull heavily one way and he found himself suddenly supporting the guys main bulk as his knees buckled beneath him. He slipped down into a sitting position, arms above his head tangled in his shirt, belly fully exposed and hanging out heavily in full splendour. Paul bent down and scooped him up, the full weight of his belly folding around his straining arms, his hand accidentally slipping down the exposed gap of his shorts and brushing the hair below before hoisting him back to standing and finally propping him up onto the wall. Paul felt out of breath. He paused to rearrange the guys clothes. A drunken arm wrapped round him, pulling him into a soft hug. Then the embrace relaxed and dropped away leaving Paul to step away.The drunken guy snored gently, a small smile on his face. Paul paused to look around. The guy would be safe here. Sleep it off for a bit before stumbling home no doubt. Paul gave him one last look. Perhaps they'd meet again, perhaps not. The he turned, zipped up his jacket against the breeze, then walked off into the night.