Brandon woke up with the disconcerting feeling of having no idea where he was or why he was so aroused. His c**k pressed urgently against too-tight jeans and his heart rate was so rapid, he could feel each beat in his eyeballs. A warm body—too warm, really—pressed against his, and an arm was draped over his hips, fingers dangling against his belly.
His mouth was sticky; he’d gone to bed without brushing his teeth. He ran his tongue around in his mouth for a bit, working up some spit, trying to remember the events of the day that led to having what was quite obviously a man in his bed. He squirmed just a bit, rubbing against the person spooned up against him. The person made a breathy sort of sigh, shifted a little, and Brandon could feel the hard length of his bed-guest’s c**k against his
