By lthr_jock
Mike shook his head as he blearily came back to consciousness. He was lying on his side in a back alley. He could feel the heat of another person close behind him, skin touching and he could feel the urgent push of an erect cock against the small of his back. He flinched away from the touch and rolled over to see a man lying on his side and grinning at him. Even lying down, it was clear he was bigger than Mike – taller and more muscular – and his hair was in a military flat-top. He was naked except for a black speedo, which did nothing to hide the fact that the man was clearly aroused.
“Hey fella, calm down. Looks like we all got dumped here.” The man seemed unconcerned and levered himself to his feet. “We’re the first ones to recover.” He pointed to another four men who were lying in the alley and seemed to be asleep. Mike looked down to find that he was also naked except for a black speedo. He stood up and headed over with the other man to see if the others were alright.
They quickly came round with mixed expressions of confusion and disgust. Mike was still trying to process what had happened – the whole thing had such a dream-like quality that he could almost convince himself that it had never happened. The man that had been spooning Mike walked up to him and offered him his hand. “I’m Barry. Barry Andrews.” Mike replied “I’m Mikey” and nervously shook it. As he did Barry pulled him in for a hug and as he did whispered in his ear, “Don’t know how much you were into what happened, Mikey, but I thought you looked amazing in that rubber.” Mike started to ask how Barry knew which one was him and then realised that his skin still had fragments of the liquid latex on it.