Lukes nickname was horse. He was hung like nothing else Id ever seen. We went to the same gym and I used to check him out in the showers. His flaccid cock hung down his thigh like a snake. I couldnt be in the shower room with him, because just the thought of it would give me a hard on. The gym we went to was very macho and straight. Id be kicked out and beaten up in a second if people thought I was a faggot. One Friday night I was out with some mates and we were all pretty fucked up. Wed been drinking since we finished work, and one by one people started to drift off home. Finally, there were just two of us. My mate Mark had just got married and said he was going to head off too otherwise his wife would give him the hard word. I wasnt ready to go home and wasnt sure whether to stay out or not. Then I spotted Luke on the other side of the bar. It looked like he was by himself. I said goodbye to Mark and pushed my way through the crowd to see what Luke was up to. Even just talking to him gave me a woody when I imagined his enormous cock. Hey buddy, I said, grabbing him by the shoulder. Hey, Marty. Fuck, am I glad to see you, he said. Whats up? I asked. You wouldnt believe it. Im in the shit. My money card wont work, and Im out of cash. Fucks me off, cos I know Ive got stacks of money but the fucking bankcard isnt working. I cant even get home bro. He sounded desperate, and I saw my chance. Im heading home now. I just live up on Mt Vic. You want to crash at my place tonight and I can drive you home in the morning if you like. My mind was working overtime. I could tell he was hesitating, not sure whether to take me up on the offer. I knew Id better make it more attractive. Ive got some good weed, and a shit load of beer. That settled it. Sounds fucking great to me. Turning out to be the perfect night, he said. We walked to the end of Courtney Place and started the big climb up Marjoriebank Street. I lived in a flat right at the top of the hill. It was a trek and we were both knackered by the time we got to the top. I knew my flatmate Greg was home so wed have to be quiet. My bedroom was small, but it had an en suite. There was also a little balcony off it which looked over the city, so I thought Luke and I could light up on the balcony and then crash in my room. Id make up some excuse as to why he couldnt sleep in the living room. Id tell him Greg was working early in the morning or something. The beers were cold and the joints were already lit. I grabbed an ashtray from the kitchen and we headed to my bedroom. I had a great view over Wellington, and we sat on the balcony taking in the lights and sights. Wed never talked together before apart from the small talk at the gym, so I liked hearing about Luke and a bit about his life. He lived with his girlfriend in a small flat in Tawa. His father was a builder and hed been working for him since he left school. He was meant to take over the business eventually. He didnt seem to have much ambition, but he appeared happy. We finished a joint and lit up another one. I was pretty hammered but I knew he was way drunker than me. He was already slurring his words when we were at the bar, and wed polished off another six pack since then, plus the joints. Fuck, this smoke is strong man. Im out of it, he said. He stood up to go to the bathroom and wavered on his feet. This was what I wanted! He came back from the bathroom and sat on the bed. He was spinning, I could tell. Im just going to lie down for a minute, he slurred. And he lay back down on the bed. I stayed on the balcony for another cigarette. After I put out the smoke I went inside. Luke was lying on top of the bed. Hed taken his shoes off and but apart from that he was fully clothed. Id soon fix that. I went to the toilet to have a piss, and then took off my clothes. I wanted to make sure that Luke was really out of it, so I tried to wake him up. I shook him and said his name loudly. I shook him and even pinched his cheek. There was no sign of life. It was like he was dead. Excellent. I wanted to play with that big cock of his, and I knew hed never in a million years let me if he was awake. I undid the buttons of his shirt and admired his big body. He must have weighed about 100kg. His chest was broad and hairy. The nipples were about the size of a ten cent piece and stuck out through the hair. His stomach was flat and had great definition. Not only did he work hard during the day, but he lifted weights four times a week, and played sport on Saturday. No wonder he had such an awesome body. I didnt even try to get his shirt off. Turning him over would have been a nightmare. So I just made myself happy that it had fallen open, exposing his torso. I ran my hands over his chest and stomach. I took one of his nipples between my thumb and finger and started squeezing it. To my delight it responded by getting harder. There was still no movement from Luke, but his titties definitely liked being played with. They were both hard now, and were just waiting to be nibbled. I flicked my tongue over his right one, and kept playing with the left one with my fingers. My hard cock was throbbing, and I couldnt wait to see what was in his pants. It was time to get his jeans off. This was dangerous business. I knew if he woke up I would be beaten to a pulp. But my sex-brain completely took over and I found myself undoing the buttons on his fly. I saw he was wearing boxer shorts and his big cock was snaking down his right leg. I reached inside his jeans and felt the giant snake through the material of his boxers. I nearly creamed myself. I knew I wanted his jeans right off. I managed to get the down to his thighs by rolling him from one side to the other. Then it was just a matter of pulling them down by the leg holes. They slid off easily. I poured beer all over the crotch and leg of them. That way I would have an explanation of why he ended up with no pants on. Id tell him that he spilt his beer and took them off before he passed out. I was pretty sure he wouldnt remember.