Drunk & High Party Fuck

**This post is part of a series sharing old events involving a boyfriend; I wrote it a long time ago but chose never to post it here. Please keep in mind that all of this happened after I gave up being a slut and tried to be a serious boyfriend. The mindset is different than it was when I was writing the blog a long time ago. But also keep in mind that this is just a snapshot in time…it doesn’t reflect the present either. So if you don't want to read about me being a loving and caring person, skip this series.**

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Relationships don't always go as planned.

Almost a year ago, I met Brock. Brock knows everyone in town. Before he met me, he could easily spend every night of the week sleeping on someone’s couch, bed, or floor. We both knew that a special connection existed between us as soon as we enjoyed our first kiss. I almost fucked Brock bare that night…he’d gotten the head of my dick in his ass and was trying to slide down on it. I should have just said fuck it and let him impale himself, but I didn’t wait long to make good. We were fucking bare the second night. The next night I shot the first load in his ass. And the next night he was begging me to blow my wad up his hole. Our relationship took on that pattern from then forward…we were always going up, getting better and better.

Brock and I were fucking every day and hanging out constantly. We hit up the club a few times a week, and we were always out at parties or running around town. Brock ran into people he knew everywhere, and when he didn’t he would just make new friends. We always had places we could go.

We were at the club together one night when John came up to us and started a conversation. We talked for a few minutes and he invited us to come back to his place later with a couple others guys.

“I have Grey Goose and Patron,” he assured. “We can smoke too.”

We talked a little more and he gave Brock his phone number. I figured we’d never see this guy outside of the club, and we didn’t see him after we left. Instead we got home and were looking for something to do.

John texted Brock. It turned out he lived in a complex that was right down the street from ours, so the little party he was having seemed like the perfect after club activity. We freshened up a little and were on our way.

When we got there, John and a couple other guys who had been at the club were hanging out. He made Brock and I vodka drinks and we joined the conversation.

We all smoked a few bowls of weed and guzzled down drinks. Two other guys left, leaving just me, Brock, John, and another guy named Stephen. Everyone lit up cigarettes and smoked through another bowl, still working on drinks that had been set down in front of us.

“We should all strip down to our underwear,” John suggested. “An underwear party is way hotter than this.”

Everyone laughed, and after a little more prodding we were all sitting in John’s apartment in our underwear. I had on tight boxer briefs; Brock was wearing really small Ginch Gonch briefs; John had on a 2xist jock strap; and the last guy in the group, Stephen, was also wearing tight boxer briefs.

Brock got laughed at for having a navel ring. Looking at him, you aren’t expecting to see one when he takes his shirt off, so it is a surprise. It’s definitely cute though, and our new friends agreed. I also got some attention for my pierced nipples, with Brock offering a brief demonstration of how they could be used to drive me wild.

John and Stephen started making out, their dicks growing in the underwear. Brock and I joined, kissing and groping each other.

“You guys are fucking hot,” John encouraged. “And your dick looks fucking huge, RCJS! Let’s see it!”

Brock smiled and started to yank my boxer briefs off. I stopped him.

“We’re going to lose control if we start that,” I warned him.

He looked upset. “Come on. Everyone’s having fun…so what if they see your dick? Who fucking cares. I’m sitting right here.”

Brock had a good point. I let him strip my underwear off, my dick flopping out fully hard. Everyone else followed, and now we were all sitting naked in the apartment.

We had another drink and turned the music that had been the background noise up. The two couples started dancing naked together, making out the whole time. John and Stephen got closer until we were standing just a foot apart.

Stephen went for my lips but I pulled back. He was hot, but Brock and I had just been looking for a party…we had no intention of doing anything else.

When John and Brock’s lips met it became instantly clear that I was only thinking for myself. John’s hands dropped to Brock’s perfect bubble ass and they started grinding their dicks together.

I got fucking mad. I shoved John off Brock and grabbed him by the hand, pulling him back to the couch.

“Oh come on,” John pleaded. “Don’t be a bitch like that, RCJS. Join in the good time everyone else is having and just relax. We’re all having fun.”

Brock agreed. “Please baby…why not? I’ve never done anything like this before. No fucking…just oral. When are we going to have a chance like this again?”

I shook my head. “Fuck no. You’re my boyfriend. Who the fuck are these guys to do anything that’s going to hurt us and drive us apart? We just came here to drink. That’s it. I told him we didn’t mess around with other guys and he said that was cool. We’re not fucking up like this.”

I was as intoxicated as everyone else, but I still had a lot of will power. I wasn’t going to watch my boyfriend fooling around with two strangers we’d just met.

Brock kissed me. “I’m sorry, babe. I’m really fucked up and really horny. I just wanted to try it.”

The anger died down and we all went back to the good place we had been at. I went to the kitchen to stir up another round of drinks.

The kitchen opens into the living room, so as I was doing that I watched Brock park himself between John and Stephen on the couch. John kissed him and Stephen started stroking Brock’s dick.

“What the fuck?!” I yelled. I dashed back to the couch and tried to pry Brock off, but he resisted.

“Please baby…this feels so good.”

Stephen was still working Brock’s dick, looking me right in the face while he did it. I was almost ready to punch him when John started talking again.

“Dude, go have another drink and chill the fuck out. What’s the problem? We want you to join in. If that’s too much you can just watch.”

“Fuck you. Come on, Brock.” I tried to pull him off the couch again.

“I think he’s happy where he is,” John observed. “You can go if you want.”

That option was totally unacceptable to me, so I used all my strength to pull Brock off the couch and throw him in the direction of the door.

“I’m not going,” he firmly declared, starting back toward the couch. “If you want to go home, go ahead. I’ll do this without you.”

My face made clear that I wasn’t going to accept that. “Can we talk?”

“Why? We already talked.”

I pulled him toward the kitchen so that we could share a few private words. “What the fuck baby? What the fuck are you doing?”

Brock looked unhappy. “It’s not fair. You’ve fucked so many guys and had so many threesomes. I’ve never done anything like this before…can’t I experience it just once?”

What he was saying was true, but we’d spent so much time being just with each other. I had really enjoyed it and didn’t want to let it go so easily, especially given the circumstances. John was really hot and would probably be an amazing fuck, but this was only one night…and that just wouldn’t be worth the risk.

“Why can’t we just have sex? I don’t care if they watch or have sex nearby…whatever.” I suggested, trying to compromise.

Brock grabbed my big dick. “Please, baby,” he begged again. “They’re both hot and have nice dicks. We’re all wasted…it will feel amazing.”

I shook my head. “I’m sorry. I love you and I’m serious about you. We just can’t.”

After that, Brock gave up on trying to convince me. I spent half an hour trying to control wandering hands and ensuring that no one was left alone. We all put our underwear back on.

Stephen fell asleep. Brock, John, and I all smoked another bowl and a cigarette after. We were out of cigarettes at that point of this hard night of partying, so John left to buy another pack.

Brock and I were wasted and argued the whole time John was gone. I could write some of that argument out, but it was a pretty intense debate. Given the way it worked out, I see no need to record that shit from my memory. Instead, just know that Brock essentially said it was over and he was sick of dealing with me. I was too much of a prude and not open-minded enough to be in a relationship with him.

He passed out on the couch before John got home. I admit that I cried a little then. I really believed what Brock had told me…I assumed we were done.

John returned to the apartment with a fresh pack of cigarettes in hand. “You let the party die, man,” he observed sadly. He offered me a cigarette and we lit up as he packed a bowl of weed for us to share.

“You should just let your boyfriend have fun. We’re really attracted to each other.” John took a hit and handed me the bowl.

“He’s my boyfriend, and I’m not sharing. I just wanted to talk and have a good time with you guys.” Damn straight, bitch.

“I know that’s what you said, but guys always say that. I asked you guys to come over because I thought you were both really fucking hot,” John said slyly, looking into my eyes.

“I’m sure you did,” I snapped back.

“You know I mean it, man. You knew I wanted to have a threesome with you guys…you knew when I invited you back to my place that I wanted us all to fuck.”

“Fuck that. We’re happy.”

John smiled. “You enjoyed watching us try for it. I saw how hard your dick was…fucking swollen the whole damn time! Don’t even try to deny it.”

That made me smile because it was true. I was turned on, no matter how angry and upset I was. “Yeah, my dick was hard, but that doesn’t mean we had to do it. My dick’s hard a lot.”

“Seriously, why not? Are you worried he’s going to love you less?”

I took a big hit of weed and slowly blew the smoke out. “Yeah. Or he’ll think fooling around with random guys from the club is more fun than just fucking me.”

John looked at Brock over on the couch. “Maybe. Maybe he’ll decide that he likes fucking his boyfriend a lot more though…since it feels a little different.”

“Whatever,” I dismissed.

“Let go, man. You both want to fuck me, so what? We’re all hot. We’ve all been drinking and smoking and we’ve all got hard dicks, so fuck yeah, we got naked. You should have just let shit happen.”

John looked at Brock on the couch again, noting his condition, and stood up. He approached me, lifting his hands into the air. I started to say something when he pinched my nipples, twisting the rings around. My dick shot straight up.

“Relax. Let go!” John smiled a soft smile, twisting my nipples again. “Feels good, right RCJS?”

I moaned. “Yeah,” I answered, breathing heavily.

“Touching your nipples is ok, right? Not even close to kissing…”

He kept working them with his fingers, sending a signal straight down to my dick, which was now a huge bulge in my underwear.

I wondered what the fuck I was doing. Why was I letting this guy touch me at all? Why was I even sitting here having a conversation with him? I know I was still intoxicated, but I wasn’t even as bad as I had been earlier…pushing him away should have been easy.

“Shit, that dick is already hard,” John noted.

He took my hand and gripped it. At the same time, he grabbed me and pulled his face into mine. Our eyes met as his hand made contact with my package.

This hot bastard had caused Brock and I to have the worst fight in the history of our relationship. We’d broken up over the events of the evening, and yet I had John touching my dick now just like he’d touched Brock’s earlier.

In my horny and inebriated haze, with the worries about my relationship somewhat disregarded, I could see John without being too mad at him. After all, John really hadn’t done anything but invite us over. He was right that I knew he wanted sex—that’s always the way it is when a guy is flirting with a couple—and I was fine with him having that motivation, so long as Brock and I would be provided with free weed and liquor.

My real issue was with Brock. Brock and I had agreed to be together and monogamous. We’d kept that promise to each other for awhile, believing we were both happy and even in love. How could he turn his back on me now for a little bit of fun? That’s what really hurt and made me mad.

John was still stroking my dick. “You don’t have to feel bad at all. Your boyfriend wanted it…he wanted you to do it.”

That bitch wasn’t my boyfriend anymore. I was really staring at John now, seeing how hot he was…seeing his big dick ready to go.

He kissed me and I didn’t stop him. We had a powerful connection at that moment. I felt like I already knew John well even though I’d just met him that night. We saw a lot in each other while our tongues danced around, and I think we could both sense the heat of the passion.

“Fuck,” John whispered, touching my face. “I loved kissing Brock but I’ve been waiting all night to kiss you.”

We kept making out and my hands found his ready dick. I started jerking him off, feeling precum dribble out of the head.

By this time it was almost 6:00 AM in the morning. I was tired and ready to pass out despite being ready for more to happen.

John sensed this. “You tired? We can both go to sleep.”

I laughed. “You’re going to convince me to do it and back off?”

He pulled me toward a chair and sat me on top of him. We’d both lost our underwear again, so his hard dick was pressed up against my ass.

“Who said anything about going to bed?” John asked. “I meant we can make it quick and easy.” He pressed the head of his dick against my hole.

We could both hear Brock snoring in the background. What the fuck? I was going to fuck the guy who’d just broken us up? It was weird, but John was just so hot and so charming. I felt like I barely wanted it in the first place…he’d talked me into being this close.

Honestly, part of me felt like this was winning. Brock wanted this guy so badly he’d staked months of our relationship on getting to have him. Now Brock was sleeping…and I was on top of the hot guy he wanted, tasting his spit in my mouth and feeling the head of his dick caress my hole.

I don’t know where John got lube, but somehow he produced a bottle and started working his coated fingers into my hole. I was moaning pretty loudly, not even caring if Brock heard us. We were over…I almost wanted him to wake up and see John and I fucking right in front of him.

Next I felt him applying the gel to his dick, and then his dick started entering my hole.

I lowered my ass down on John’s raw dick after five minutes of intense making out. The sex was instantly different than all the other meaningless sex I’d ever had. John felt close and intimate…his dick was similar to Brock’s and just a little smaller, so I imagined that was part of it. The fact that we’d been drinking and smoking weed all night helped too.

John found my spot almost instantly and was thrusting his dick into me as hard as he could, pushing really deep inside my ass. He could tell how much I liked that and kept it up, fucking me to the balls. His dick couldn’t possibly be deeper inside my hole than it was at that moment.

I was in bliss. John’s dick was so fucking deep in my ass…he was hitting the perfect spot, one that Brock and I couldn’t always find when Brock fucked me.

“You know I’m not wearing a condom, man?” John asked.

“Yeah,” I confirmed. The fact that he cared enough to say something meant a lot to me. It sounded like he was signaling that he’d be fine if I wanted him to add one to the mix.

He kissed my lips and drove his dick up inside me. “Glad I’m not…because this feels so fucking good the way it is.”

I answered with my tongue.

Eventually I was doing the work. I was fucking myself on John’s cock, riding it more intensely than I ever had in my life, impaling myself on his whole length and struggling to feel him even deeper inside me than he was.

Our faces knocked together the whole time. We moaned and grunted together, looking into each other’s eyes, making out, smiling, laughing…John and I just shared the experience for what it was. We accepted the immense pleasure we were each feeling and never looked back.

John fucked me like he’d known me for months. I was fucking shocked. I had always imagined that I could not possibly find anyone who could fuck me like that other than Brock. No one but Brock had ever made bottoming feel so amazing.

My hole was loose now, John’s big pole effortlessly pushing inside me. He lifted me off a few times just so he could push my gaping hole back down on his dick.

“You love the way that dick feels inside you, don’t you?”

“Fuck yeah,” I answered, working my cock as I rode it.

He smiled. “Yeah…your ass is fucking sweet. You’re going to suck the cum right out of me if you keep going.”

That sounded like an invitation. I started pumping my ass into John’s dick really hard, taking the whole length inside me, feeling his pubes against my cheeks.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Fuck!” I was sitting with his dick right against my prostate. I could barely keep myself from exploding.

“Dude, fucking going to cum in your slutty little fuck hole,” John moaned.

I gripped his dick with my hole, keeping him deep. John held my ass down on his dick, lifting it deeper into me as he sprayed his cum inside my ass.

My big cock exploded, shooting strings of cum all over John’s chest and stomach, almost hitting up to his face.

We didn’t move, so I just let my ass sink down into John’s lap. His dick was deflating inside of me, his warm load of cum staying behind.

John and I made out really passionately after the fuck. I started riding him a little, but my ass was really sore from being torn up. Eventually I lifted off.

Brock was still passed out, probably still drunk and high as he snored. I felt regret when I looked at him, but then I remembered what he had said earlier. We were done anyway, so who cared?

I looked back to John, who was still sitting in his chair looking totally spent. His hair was drenched with sweat, which was still rolling down his face and body. We could both smell the sweat, our cum, and my ass.

John looked so fucking hot. He was even hotter now than I’d thought he was earlier, and he looked ready to go again already. Born to fuck…what a fucking stud.

We smoked a cigarette together and reflected on the night. John said that Brock and I really needed to come back sometime soon and join in on another party. There was plenty of liquor left, and he always had plenty of weed to share.

I couldn’t tell him we broke up. I let it go and didn’t mention anything about it. I told John that Brock and I would sort things out later and then we’d be fine…back to normal. I doubted that was true, but John and I cleaned up and went to bed then. I found my clothes again and slept on the floor, not too far away from Brock, knowing that he’d probably wake up in a few hours. When he did, we’d head out and probably go our separate ways.

I wasn’t sure I’d ever see John again. We had a great fuck, but I still felt guilty about it…and I wasn’t sure I could handle being around him again if Brock and I were done.

I woke up that morning with Brock standing over me, a confused look on his face. “Why we are sleeping here?” he asked sincerely.

“Because you passed out here.”

“I did? Why didn’t you wake me up to go home?” He got on down on the floor, kneeling beside me.

I made a dismissive face. “We drank a lot anyway.”

“What else happened?” Brock asked.

I immediately thought he might be feigning memory loss just to get back on my good side. If I bought it, he could avoid any mention of us having broken up.

“You don’t remember?”

He shook his head. “I remember having the third drink and smoking a bowl. Then I woke up. Did I just pass out on the couch?”

I looked into Brock’s eyes but couldn’t tell if he was lying or not.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “You passed out.”

Brock smiled and kissed me on the lips.

“Sorry, babe. You know how it is…”

In the end, it turns out that Brock did remember some of that night. He later admitted to me that he did remember trying to make the group sex happen; he remembered feeling John and Stephen touch him and being overwhelmed; he remembered the fourth drink and the next bowl; he remembered the two of us fighting and threatening to break it off. But to this day Brock denies remembering that he told me our relationship was over. He claims no recollection of that conversation whatsoever.

But we were a long way from knowing any of that as the sun poured in from John’s living room window. I decided that I needed time to figure out what I should do. I wasn’t going to tell Brock that John and I had fucked while he was passed out, and I certainly wasn’t going to mention that John’s cum was still planted inside my hole.

Vacation Threesome

It's been partially completed for a long time. I finally finished. I don't think this is a great story because waiting this long to finish it meant I lost some details...but I still think it's fun. I had planned something longer and hotter, but that's really tough to do months later. What I did write is straight out of my memory. ;-)

Before I start, I'd like to apologize for being so secretive about my long vacation. Unfortunately, giving away the details would make it very easy for someone to figure out who I am, so I don't have much of a choice if I want to remain anonymous. Feel free to venture some guesses in your minds about where I was, though. I imagine what I'll describe will be relevant to a lot of different places...

If you think this was you, you have my phone number. Text me. I'll tell you the truth. ;-) I highly doubt the people I hooked up with are going to ever read this post though. Knowing that you had a threesome with a stranger in some big city narrows it down though...and if I fucked my load into your ass that certainly should have left an impression.

Anyway...

As I previously said way back when, I spent most of my trip in a rural area visiting family, so there was no action to be found there, and even if I'd found some it would literally take 45 minutes to get somewhere. I can't believe I considered the place I go to school to be isolated and empty...it's really nowhere close relative to where I was on my trip!

No point in wasting any more time talking about that. I had fun and I jerked my cock a ton--I couldn't wait to move on to the next leg and find some hot action. After more hours in the car than I want to think about, I was in my big city checking into a hotel. I spotted my first few hotties in and around the hotel...it was going to be a good trip. :)

I spent the first day out on the town, seeing sights and checking out a few shops. I wound up going back to my hotel and taking a little nap, setting the clock for what I hoped would be a good time to go out. When I woke up, I started working on some liquor I'd brought with me, since I'm still too young to drink. After a few chugs I was feeling pretty good and ready to go.

I was staying within walking distance of all the gay clubs, which were gathered together in a relatively small stretch of the nightlife area. The first night I got in without paying any cover, but there weren't tons of hotties there. It was an off night to go out, so I wasn't expecting many, I just wanted to check out the places where I was planning to prowl in the coming couple of days.

I got tons of looks and had a bunch of people talk to me, but none of them screamed "Take me home!" I did befriend someone who told me I should try another club given the day of the week, so I followed his advice and it was a HUGE improvement. This place was packed and probably half gay, so there were tons of hot gay boys there and tons of hot straight boys. You can probably guess where my attention was. ;-) I had a bunch of boys try to dance with me and several grabbing at my body, but I didn't wind up getting any sex that night. I just went back to the hotel and went to bed...I was exhausted, so I passed out almost instantly.

The next night I headed out and found the clubs a lot busier. There were more hotties, way more people dancing, and a lot more people checking me out. I spent most of my time just walking around the club seeing who would hit me up. As you might guess, I had tons of hot boys hitting on me. A lot of them were trashed or tweaked out and trying to grab my body and/or cock, which I didn't mind since I was drunk, but I focused on the ones who were coherent enough to have a conversation.

I danced with a couple of boys throughout the night and there was some making out going on. I settled on a hottie who was around 5'10", a nice build with dark hair. He had a nice tan and he was drunk, but he was hot and I could tell he wanted to have sex with me. We were making out and dancing...his tongue was soft and he tasted pretty good despite all the alcohol he was downing at the club. He was getting hard with me on him, so I was getting a good feel of his cock...felt like it was between 6 inches and 7 inches, maybe a little above average in thickness. I was grabbing his ass too. Not a tight little twink ass, no, but it still felt good. I could see myself getting my bare cock in him without a fight. Actually I imagined him begging for my load.

We split up eventually. I said I wanted to check other people out elsewhere in the club and he didn't want to go. I wound up looking around the other floors of the club and ended up on a balcony looking out at people and cars down on the street.

I decided I would stand by the hottest boy I saw outside. I picked him out while I was scoping the street and I stood a couple feet away, looking in the same direction as he was. He checked me out, and I checked him out when he finished. We traded a couple times.

He was smoking, and as soon as he was done and tossed it away he turned to face me.

"So what's a hot guy like you doing out here alone?" he asked.

He was really cute. Maybe 5'8", kind of short, with dark brown hair and really tanned skin. He was wearing a cute little bracelet and a really expensive pair of designer jeans.

"Just checking people out," I answered.

He looked me over again. "Yeah, me too. There are so many hotties out tonight."

We talked about where we were from and what kind of guys we liked for awhile, a lot of small talk. The balcony was really quiet, so we were by ourselves with just a few other people outside.

I wound up going back in the club with the cute balcony boy. We made our way down to the people dancing and joined in.

The first boy I'd talked to that night found us. He was obviously into the second boy I'd picked up from the balcony, and he joined in. The three of us were dancing and there was some hot making out going on. Eventually Balconyboy said he was going to get some drinks, taking our orders and heading for the bar.

"You should take him back to your hotel with me," the first Barboy suggested. "He's fucking hot."

"Yeah," I agreed. "You want him?"

"I want both of you!" He smiled. He had more liquor in him than I did.

Balconyboy came back with the drinks. Barboy gulped his down in a few hits and we returned to our routine.

Eventually Barboy said he was ready to head out. Balconyboy agreed that it was a good idea, and I followed them out of the club.

We watched people on the street for awhile. All three of us knew what we wanted, it was just a matter of getting there.

"You going with him?" Balconyboy asked.

I smiled and looked at Barboy. "Yeah, we're going to have some fun."

Barboy gave me a goofy smile.

"Cool."

"You want to come with us?" Barboy asked, looking at me like he was asking permission.

"What are you guys getting up to tonight?"

We all knew the answer, but I told him anyway. "We'll just hang out and see what happens."

"Cool."

Balconyboy looked hotter out on the street away from the dark club and balcony. I wanted him more than I wanted Barboy, but he was pretty shy about telling us he wanted to join.

"We can get you back to your hotel later," Barboy suggested.

"I don't want to get in the way of you guys having a good time."

"We don't mind," I said firmly. I wanted this boy naked in my room.

"You sure?"

Barboy grabbed him. "Yeah, come on! We'll have a lot more fun if you're there too."

He didn't complain and started walking with us. We made small talk all the way to the hotel, talking about how big our cocks were and who we'd fucked lately. In just a few minutes we were there.

We went up to my room and I poured everyone a fresh round of drinks. Barboy and Balconyboy were really hitting it off together, but I still had the best cock in the group.

After a few rounds of flirting, we started getting physical, touching each other and pulling pieces of clothing off.

Barboy and I got undressed first, with Balconyboy playing shy. We stripped down to our underwear...a hot pair of briefs for me and a normal pair of boxer briefs for Barboy. His body was decent, not great, but he was obviously insanely horny.

We both got on Balconyboy and pulled his shirt off. His tan was everywhere, so he obviously spent a lot of time in a bed, but I still thought it was hot. All of his body hair was shaved off, and he had a little muscle definition. He was fucking hot.

His skin felt so soft and warm when I touched it. I couldn't keep my hands off after that. We stripped his jeans off next, touching his legs and getting very close to his crotch.

Barboy and I lost our underwear. Just as my hand suggested, he was about 7 inches, maybe closer to 6.5, and he was rock hard. Ready to go.

So was I. Barboy was all over my cock, grabbing it and feel the 8 inches pulse in his hand. Balconyboy liked it too. His eyes lit up as soon as I slipped my underwear off.

He didn't fight us taking his underwear off then. The two of us pulled it down, and out popped Barboy's own 8 inches. Maybe it wasn't that big, but it seemed like it on his small frame. He was completely tanned down there too, all the hair trimmed down really neatly. He was a fucking hot little twink. We made him turn over so we could see his ass--it was hot. A tight little twink ass shaved smooth.

I got my tongue in his mouth as soon as we pulled his clothes off. He wasn't an amazing kisser, but his tongue felt really good sliding against mine. I touched his body and played with his nipples while Barboy's face found his crotch and started down on his dick.

We were both into him more than we were into each other, and Balconyboy loved it. He was getting all of the attention from both of us.

We kept making out while Barboy bobbed up and down on his long cock. Balconyboy relaxed instantly, letting his legs spread open and giving in to our horny overtures.

We sucked face until Barboy got jealous. He got off the cock and demanded a turn at making out with Balconyboy. We switched places. I stole a good look at both of their asses and started working Balconyboy's dick while the other two made out.

He liked my head better, I'd say. He was moaning a lot more while I sucked him, trying to take his dick down my throat. Balconyboy loved hearing me gag on it. He was purposefully raising his body up as I took more, shoving his dick down my throat while he and Barboy kept making out.

We wound up switching places again in a few minutes. This time I got up on the bed and pointed my dick at Balconyboy's hot face. He opened up instantly, letting me slide into his mouth. For a small guy he handled it well. He clearly enjoyed sucking cock.

It wasn't amazing head, but it still felt good. He was rubbing my head with his tongue and working my big cock with his little mouth for all he was worth. I bet he'd do a better job if he were sober.

Barboy spread his legs open and tried to go for his ass, but he was met with Balconyboy's hands.

"I'm not feeling it," he said with alarm.

My heart sank. I wanted nothing more than to fuck his hole, but he seemed to have his mind made up. He wasn't even going to let Barboy rim him.

We kept going, trading places making out and sucking each other off for awhile. My only chance now was with Barboy, and I knew he'd give me what I wanted.

While Barboy sucked Balconyboy off again, I pushed his body down and got between his legs. I raised them up, pushing his ass into the air.

It was sweaty and masculine. I'd much rather be tasting Balconyboy's hot twink hole and licking it out, but Barboy's was plenty hot. I spread his cheeks and looked up at his face. He was excited, even with a dick stuffed in his mouth I could see that.

I pushed my tongue against his ass and licked gently. He moaned happily, so I kept going. I slid all around the outside and then pushed against his hole, dipping my tongue inside lightly at first. He kept moaning, so I kept pushing. I slid in as far as I could until I was eating his ass with full speed.

It was driving him fucking crazy. He was squirming and moaning wildly while Balconyboy looked on with excitement. I pushed in as deep as I could and kept working my tongue, teasing his hot hole.

"You want to get fucked, hottie?" I asked.

He pushed Balconyboy's dick out of his mouth and gave us a very loud "YES!"

I got up and we moved around on the bed. I got Balconyboy to get next to Barboy, and I pulled Barboy's legs up.

I didn't have any condoms. I didn't think either of them did either. If he asked I was going to have to say I didn't have any, and at this rate I doubted it would matter.

His ass was already soaked with my spit, so I got some down on my dick and worked it around.

"Yeah, fuck him," Balconyboy urged, jerking his 8 inches excitedly. I started to think he might want a turn.

I got closer to his ass and pushed my head against his hole. I looked at his face and found his eyes locked on me. I smiled and started sliding against his hole. He moaned happily without any complaints.

I pointed it into his ass and started sliding at a medium pace. I didn't want to shove it in but I didn't want to go too slowly either.

He opened right up for me, my dick parting his ass easily. My tongue work had really lubed him up and at least gotten his hole a little open.

"Oh fuck!" he groaned. "Fucking fuck my ass!"

Ah yeah. This was going to be nice. I pushed all the way in until my balls were on his hot skin.

I started fucking him slowly, but he didn't like that. He barely made any noise and basically looked like he was just laying there taking it. I decided I'd ramp up my work. I slammed his ass with my cock.

"Yeah, fuck him," Balconyboy encouraged, his tanned arm with the bracelet working at full speed.

I stared plowing his ass. I leaned in and made out with him, pulling Balconyboy into the mix. Our tongues met and all three of us were sliding against each other swapping spit.

I pulled up to focus on fucking. I gave it to Barboy hard, grabbing his legs and shoving my cock as far into his hole as it would go. I plowed him at full force while he made out with Balconyboy.

His moans were probably waking people around us up. What a fucking slut! I fuck him slow and barely a sound...I plow his ass and he sounds like a little bitch!

Balconyboy was getting really hot. He was working his cock furiously, making out with Barboy and making out with me whenever I leaned in and found his mouth. We did a threeway makeout a few more times while I fucked. We were all so fucking happy making out and touching each other.

I got back so I could see Barboy's ass. It was slicked with spit and sweat, my big cock driving in and of his hole and stretching it open. What a fucking hot sight! He felt really good inside. Really hot, and with just the right amount of looseness--gripping my cock but still sliding in and out of him without any effort.

I kept tearing his ass up, slamming him hard. He kept making out with Balconyboy, the two of them getting louder and more excited with every passing second.

"I'm so close to blowing!" Barboy told us between moans.

I started fucking his ass as hard as I could. I wanted him to blow with my cock tearing him open, and I was close enough to blow my load whenever he was ready.

"Shit, I'm close too," Balconyboy said softly, madly stroking his 8 inch dick.

Fuck, I wasn't ready for this to end, but they were both drunk. I guess I was too--I didn't look at the clock, I had no idea how much time had gone by. When you're drunk 30 minutes can seem like forever.

Barboy's moans were getting me close. He was furiously making out with Balconyboy, their sweaty faces pressed against each other. I couldn't hold off with both of them ready to blow at any moment...they had me too turned on.

"I'm cumming!" Barboy yelled. "Fuck!" His hand jerked until it stopped suddenly, his cock blowing up and starting to spew gooey cream all over his chest and stomach. The first shot flew past his head and hit the pillowcase.

I jammed mine as deep into his ass as I could and lost it instantly.

"Shit, I'm cumming too!" I felt hot cum spray out of my dick, injecting his insides with my college boy syrup.

Balconboy's face was in pure pleasure. He gave his cock a few final strokes and started moaning loudly.

"I'm blowing too," he said quietly. His eyes closed and his 8 inches pulsed, streams of white cum covering his stomach.

I got between them and we all stayed in bed panting for awhile. It was past 5:00 in the morning, maybe even 6:00 by now.

We made our trips to the bathroom and cleaned up. Neither of them had any intention of leaving now, which I didn't mind. I told them we could share the bed...it was big enough for all three.

We were all exhausted, so there wasn't much chatting. We were all happy, satisfied, and still coming down from the alcohol.

I downed some water while Barboy and Balconyboy cuddled up in the bed. Barboy was in the middle, so it didn't look like I'd get to sleep with Balconyboy against me. Oh well. I'd never see him again anyway.

I turned the lights out and jumped into bed next to Barboy. He pushed his body against mine as much as he could. I imagined my cum was probably still in his ass...I hadn't heard him pushing it out. He was a little slut and probably loved having it in his ass.

We were basically silent, my pickups sounding like they were passing out next to me.

I woke up the next morning with Balconyboy kissing me goodbye.

"Bye hottie," he whispered.

"Bye," I mumbled.

Barboy left my room a few hours later. None of us really got any sleep, but it was totally worthwhile.

A Good Week!

We're half through, but this has been an awesome week. I'm at 3 loads given and 3 loads taken already!

I know, I know, you've only heard about 2 of the loads--I'm working on it! Fuck stories can take a lot more effort to write than you might think, at least the way I like to write them.

I'm going to go ahead and tell you that 3 of the 6 loads are the result of a threesome I had with Cruiseboy. We didn't set out to have sex or have a threesome...we were actually just trying to do the normal hanging out thing, lol! But sometimes stuff happens, and the other night something certainly did happen, and I can't say it was at all unwelcome. Let's just say that being a little bold can sometimes go a long way!

Ok, Ok, I'll tell you that it happened as a result of a guy checking me out while Cruiseboy and I were out and about. He was pretty blunt about what he was doing--he gave me the "I want you" eyes unbroken for half a minute. This guy was really hot, so I returned the stare. He was also alone, so talking to him wasn't an issue!

See, that's why I don't want to give hints, I start telling a whole story when I'm not ready to sit down and write it just yet! Well, you can look forward to that, at least! I have to think of a nickname for him before I can get to work.

I'm also somewhat ashamed but also somewhat pleased to tell you that I plan to be adding Dormboy's roommate to my fuck count very, very, very soon. Maybe even...tonight! I don't think you know how hot the idea is getting me, but Dormboy's work schedule should leave him away from the dorm room for many hours, giving us the perfect chance to get together and have some fun.

Wish me luck. :)