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Drunk Story (mm)
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Subject: Drunk Story (M/M)
Date: Sun, 25 Jun 1995 07:33:22 UTC
My head was swimming. The dim light of the room I found
myself in made it even more difficult to see. Between the alcohol
I had consumed that night, and what I had been smoking, I was not
exactly sure what was going on, but was damn sure I was having a
good time.
Slowly I went over the events of the evening in my mind.
Although this took only a second or two, it seemed worth the effort
to reorient myself. Earlier in the evening I had walked into the
hotel's bar for a quick drink, and to see what was going on.
Standing at the bar I had gotten to talking with a friendly looking
guy standing next to me. He said that he was on his way home from
work, and asked if I was doing anything tonight. When I answered
that I had no plans in particular, he had given me his address and
asked if I would like to come to a party at his apartment. When
I arrived at his place later in the evening I found about twenty
guys, all about my age, crowded into his tiny living room. It was
hot outside, and the air conditioner could not handle the load of
all these people in a small room. A few of the guests were dressed
in business suits, some were in casual clothes, some were in shorts
and some had their shirts off and were exposing their sweaty
chests. One well built guy, obviously a bodybuilder who liked to
display his body, was wearing just a pair of jockey shorts. The
room was filled with heat, smoke and noise. I was welcomed by my
host (his name was Jack) and joined the crowd.
After a couple of drinks, I had relaxed a bit. Somebody
offered me a joint, which I took gladly. More drinks and more
smoking followed. The party was pretty informal. It was hot in
the apartment, and as the evening wore on, coats, ties, shirts and
other articles of clothing came off one by one. I had my crotch
groped a few times, and I groped a few crotches myself. I
remembered being kissed in various places a couple of times, and
remembered that the guy in the jockey shorts had his hand down the
front of my pants at one point, playing with the tip of my cock
while we talked. The whole thing had made me pretty horny. But
then, I seemed to have had plenty of company. Everybody else at
this party seemed pretty horny, too.
Slowly my eyes began to focus and my head slowed its spinning.
I was in a dimly lighted room. It was some sort of an exercise
room, or maybe a gym, because I could make out a set of weights,
and an exercise bike in the corner. In front of me was a long
weight bench covered in stained reddish phony leather.
I focused a little more. In front of me, stretched out on the
bench, was the most beautiful, sensuous ass I had ever seen. It
was pale white, solid, muscular looking, and dimpled. The tanned
skin above and below the ass made it look almost snow white, even
in the dim light of the room. The ass seemed to be lifted up from
the bench a bit, and was thrusting toward me incitingly. Below the
beautiful object stretched two muscular thighs and legs, each
dangling over the side of the bench, and exposing the puckered
bunghole in the middle. Above the ass, I could make out a narrow
waist and a well muscled, deeply furrowed back and broad shoulders.
The tousled blonde haired head of a guy of about nineteen or so was
looking back at me. I was nude, and my cock was throbbing hard.
I reached out and touched one cheek of the ass. It felt warm
and firm, and tensed up as I touched it. I put my other hand on
the other cheek, which felt equally firm and tight. As I did so,
the ass started to move up and down slightly, and the puckered
fuckhole tensed a little. The blonde head started to moan quietly.
I started to gently rotate my hand on one of the cheeks, which
seemed to increase the back and forth motion of the ass. I kneaded
the ass. It felt firm and incredibly sexy. The quiet moaning
continued.
I moved closer, and straddled the lower part of the bench,
facing the ass. There wasn't much room on the bench, and as I sat
down, the head of my throbbing cock barely touched the warm skin
of a full ball sac hanging down from the ass, sending a sudden
shiver through my body. The bunghole in front of me spasmed, and
then relaxed again. I shifted forward a bit, resting my hard cock
in the cleft between the ass cheeks. By moving my hips, I was able
to rub my cock up and down in the warm fold of the ass. This felt
good to both of us. The ass started to rotate a little while I
rubbed. A clear droplet of precum appeared at the tip of my cock.
On the floor by my left foot I saw a condom in a pale tan
wrapper, and a small black plastic jar of lube. I opened the jar
and put a little of the whitish lube on my fingers. Gently I
smeared some of the lube on the fuckhole in front of me. Again it
spasmed for a second, and then relaxed. With one finger, I began
to massage the skin around the hole. The moaning sound increased.
With only a little pressure on my finger I slipped it through the
tight opening and into the warm, velvety space beyond. My second
finger followed without resistance. I started to rotate my
fingers, gently lubricating and massaging the whole circumference
of the ass. The moaning and slow pumping motions of the ass
increased. The deep, muscular furrow down the middle of the back
and above the ass began to collect some sweat, making it glisten
in the dim light.
"Oh, Christ!", the voice said. "Fuck me ... NOW! Let me have
that hot cock of yours in my ass! Give me your fuckin' load!" The
tone was urgent and pleading.
I smeared the remaining lube on my hard dick. The lube felt
a little cold at first, but the friction of my hand felt good. I
opened the wrapper of the condom, and unrolled it slowly onto my
cock. I squeezed the condom a bit to make sure that it was free
of air and adhered tightly to my skin. Then I put a little more
lube on the outside so the whole shaft looked glossy in the dim
light of the room. I moved up a few inches on the bench, leaned
forward, and rested the sheathed tip of my hard cock gently against
the hole. Abruptly, the ass seemed to almost leap back toward me,
gripping the head of my cock tightly in its grasp. After a second,
the ass again relaxed, admitting more of my shaft. I moved forward
a little more, slowly and steadily inserting my rigid meat into the
inviting ass. There was no resistance. The ass felt warm and
soft, like velvet, as it gripped and massaged my cock. In a
moment, it was all the way in, my balls resting on his, and my
thighs feeling the soft pressure from his ass cheeks. I rested for
a moment, savoring the erotic sensation of flesh against hard
flesh, and of his beautiful buns nestled into my groins.
The ass started to slowly rotate, pressing the head of my cock
first against one side, and then against the other. The muscles
of the ass cheeks tightened and relaxed, pushing me away slightly,
and then inviting me in once again. By shifting my hips, I began
to slowly slide my cock in and out of the ass. As I did this, the
ass seemed to respond to every movement I made with a movement of
its own. As I slowly rode my cock into and out of the warm hole,
it would come back to meet me, shifting slightly as it did, and
putting gentle pressure on a different part of my cock with each
thrust. Now and then I would tease the ass a bit by pulling out
almost to very the tip, only to slide the full length of my hard
cock rapidly back into the ass in a single forceful thrust. Each
time I did this, the ass would buck a little and the head would
groan softly.
Soon the pace of my pumping thrusts began to increase as I
forced myself deeper and deeper into the warm recesses of his body.
As my pace increased, so did that of the ass. By now it seemed to
have a life of its own, and was determined to engulf every inch of
me in its embrace. I leaned forward, resting my chest against his
muscular back and gripping him around the waist with my arm. With
my other hand, I held on to the bar at the end of the bench to keep
from sliding off. The ass changed it angle to meet the changed
angle of my cock as I plunged it in and out. Soon my humping
became almost involuntary. My body moved effortlessly up and down
his back, lubricated by our sweat. The ass made little slapping
sounds as it came back each time to meet my plunging cock. I felt
the familiar sensation of pressure building deliciously in my
balls. By now I was pumping the ass furiously, and beginning to
sweat. I tried to prolong the ecstacy and to savor the delight of
the pressure building up within me as long as I could.
I slowly moved my hand downward from his waist and between the
muscular abdomen and the sweat-slick bench. I found what I was
looking for, his hard cock sliding up and down on the sweaty bench
as I fucked him. I gripped the cock tightly in my clenched fist.
His rock hard cock slid in and out of my clenched fist as I thrust
deeply into his ass, lubricated by our sweat. In no more than a
minute or two, I could feel his cock suddenly swelling and getting
rigid, and his ass muscles start to spasm around me. With a loud
cry, he began to shoot load after load of his hot cum into my hand
and over the bench beneath us.
By this time, the tightness in my balls had become almost
unbearable. I could hold off no longer, and began to deposit my
own juices into the depths of his hot bowels with almost explosive
force. I vaguely remember a sensation as the first eruption came
that made me think momentarily that I must have blown the tip out
of the condom. My balls began to ache from banging onto the bench
beneath us as I fucked. Again and again, I slammed into the ass,
each time firing another blast of my cum into him, until, finally,
I was totally empty. I felt completely drained, but also
completely at peace.
I relaxed for a moment, resting all my weight on his heaving,
muscular back. We were both breathing heavily and were covered
with sweat. Slowly, I could feel my cock softening until finally
it began to became quite limp and started to slide out of the ass.
The ass tightened as I pulled out slowly, trapping the cum-filled
end of the condom momentarily. I stood up astride the bench,
catching my breath.
The body which had been beneath me turned over, reversed
itself on the bench and sat facing me. It was the tight, well
developed body of a young, seasoned athlete. Not bulky or bulbous,
but perfectly proportioned, smooth and sinewy. He rubbed the sweat
off of his chest and abdomen with the palm of his hand. As he did
so, he found some of his cum on his skin, which he slowly licked
off of his fingers. He found some more and, without a word,
offered his fingers to me. His cum tasted sweet and salty at the
same time, almost like a mixture of honey and caviar. We kissed.
A Little later we returned to be party, only to find that most
of the guests had left. The few who remained were thoroughly
occupied with each other. My head had cleared entirely by this
time, and I was ready to party. My host had passed out on the
couch with a head nestled in his crotch and his cock in its mouth.
Several more bodies were heaped up on each other in various parts
of the room. The room smelled of stale liquor, cum and acrid pot
smoke.
Later that evening, I can remember tasting the sweet cum of
my companion a second time, when he came in my face while I sucked
on his well filled balls. I also remember feeling his broad
shoulders lifting my legs and his chest pushing against my thighs
when he plowed into my ass with the same passionate abandon that
I had his. Unfortunately, I don't remember his name.
In the year or so that has gone by since that evening, I have
twice been back to the small city in Texas where all this occurred.
Each time I have tried to recover from my pot-fogged memory the
location of the apartment where it all happened. I have even been
back to the bar many times, looking for Jack, my host on that
evening. It has all been to no avail. It seems almost as if they
no longer existed. But the most vivid memories of that evening -
the feeling of total contact with his body and the feeling of his
tight ass as it gripped and manipulated my cock - will be with me
always.
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