(MM, alcohol, drunk, feigned sleep, seduce, oral)
Tuesday, 12 June 2012
Drunken Seduction by Bob (firstname.lastname@example.org)
At the beginning of my sophomore year in college, a guy I hung around with during our freshman year, Ray, approached me and said that since we got along so well, we should room together this semester. I had such a hardon for Ray that I didn't know if I should take him up on the offer to room together. I wasn't sure I could handle it, being that close to him all the time. I always sprang a boner whenever we were together. Thank God for baggy pants. I don't think he was ever aware of his affect on me. But, eventually, I said OK and once I got used to being around him so much, it was OK. Ray and I knew each other well enough and had been friends long enough that it was easy for us to get along, provided, of course, if I just ignored his naked body parading around our room after his shower each night, I could handle it.
Right before Christmas break, the guys down the hall from us had a party, and Ray and I went. There was lots of beer and several guys were passing around bottles of harder stuff, so a lot of us got pretty shit-faced. I don't like to drink hard stuff because I'm afraid of what I might do, for one thing, so I had a couple of beers, then stretched out on a couch to relax. After I'd been on the couch for a few minutes with my eyes closed, I felt the couch bounce, then felt someone slide onto it next to me, felt a hand on my shoulder, and heard Ray's voice.
"Hey Bob, move over so I can sit next to you."
For some reason I did nothing, just pretended I was asleep. Ray poked me harder. I didn't respond.
I heard someone else say, "He's passed out man, better get him out of here before he hurls all over the place."
Ray swore. "How about helping me", he said, and the next thing I knew there were hands all over me, and I was being carried out of the room and down the hall to our room.
I got an erection almost right away because Ray was helping to carry me and then felt a hand in my crotch, feeling me up pretty good. Another guy had his hand on my ass, probing my crack. I'd have cum if the groping had lasted longer. I sure wanted to know whose hands those were, but I kept my eyes closed and pretended I really was out cold. I felt myself being dumped on a bed, and heard laughing and joking as the guys left. I heard the door close. I was about to get up and turn on the light when I heard someone in the room.
Then the bed shook and I heard Ray's voice. "Hey Bob, wake up."
He shook me gently. I remained motionless. He shook me again.
"Fuck, man, you never get drunk." I was about to leap up and grab him and wrestle him
to submission when I heard him say, "Maybe I'd better undress you."
I couldn't believe he meant it, but I decided to wait and see. The next thing I knew he was taking my shoes off. I was lying across the bed, with my feet hanging off the side, so that was easy.
"Shit man, you're faking it", Ray said. "Let's find out."
He reached inside my shirt and started tickling me. Normally I am very ticklish, but this time I just lay there like a log.
" You had a nice tight body, I guess from working out so much" he whispered.
He moved his hands over my chest and pinched my nipples. It was then that my cock started to swell up again and as he continued to undress me I soon had a full hardon. His hands got bolder and went lower and lower and soon he was groping my crotch through my pants, feeling my
"Fuck yeah man," he breathed, "you're digging this".
He was groping my cock with one hand while he worked my pecs with the other. Then his hand left my crotch and I heard a zipper go down. I squinted from behind closed eyelids so I could sneak a look at him and saw my buddy Ray with his tee shirt pushed up and his pants open holding his hard cock in his hand. He was jerking off while he felt my body and played with my hard cock. I couldn't believe this was happening - my best buddy Ray was groping my hard cock and digging it. My boner throbbed and twitched as he squeezed it.
Then he said, "Shit, dude, I can't stop now, I've got to have you", and he undid the waistband of my pants and unbuttoned the fly and moved off the bed so he could pull my pants off.
I didn't help, I still didn't want him to know I was awake, so he had to struggle a bit, but soon he had my pants all the way off. He moved onto the bed next to me again unbuttoned and pushed my shirt out of the way and then resumed his exploration of my now nearly naked body with his hands. I just had on my briefs. I could hear him breathing heavily. He was really turned on by what he was doing to me. I figured he was probably not looking at my face so I let my eyes open a bit again, just enough to see him. He had his tee shirt all the way off now and his pants pushed partway down and was working his hard cock with one hand while with the other he explored my body. He was really paying a lot of attention to my pecs rubbing and squeezing them and when he started working my big hard nipples I couldn't help moaning because it felt so good. He froze. So did I.
"What the fuck", he muttered.
I guess he figured at this point if I was awake bit he'd gone too far to turn back off so slowly his hand started working my nipples again. My cock was throbbing and swelling and oozing fuck juice like crazy, I was so turned on by having Ray feel me up. Ray's hand moved down my abs, tracing the cuts of my six-pack. Then he slid his hand inside the waistband of my briefs and gently explored my crotch slowly wrapping his hand around my huge hard cock.
"Shit yeah, dude", he breathed.
I have a big one, about nine inches, and thick. Most guys look envious when they see it hard. It's pretty awesome even I have to say so myself. Ray is pretty well equipped too, I'd seen him hard lots of times, but I was bigger than he was; bigger than most guys I've seen hard, which is not that many. Then Ray spread my legs apart as far as they wouldgo and explored my thighs with his hands, rubbing his hot horny hands up into my crack. He was making sounds that told me he was really turned on and getting to the point where he didn't care what happened. I felt both of his hands on me, one rubbing my pecs and abs, the other stroking my cock. If he kept that up I was going to cum and I was thinking it was time to wake up.
Then just as I was about to let him know I wasn't passed out I heard Ray say "Shit, Bob, I can't help it I gotta have you" and the next thing I knew I felt his warm wet mouth on my cock. He was sucking my huge hard cock!
I moaned involuntarily and he just kept it up. He had one hand on my balls and the other on my pecs and was sucking my cock for all he was worth. I don't think he'd ever done it to anyone before, because he was having trouble taking it and I could feel his teeth a couple of times but I was still in heaven. I'd never dared dream such a thing; that Ray was as queer for me as I was for him and now he was sucking me off. I started cumming, my balls churned and my cock swelled and spurted huge gobs of hot sticky fuck juice all over me and Ray moaned and panted but he kept on sucking, taking it all and swallowing it. I opened my eyes a little again and saw him grab his own cock and start pumping it as he continued to suck mine and right away he started erupting in huge spurts of cum all over me and the bed. When he finished shooting he released my still-oozing cock and fell onto the bed beside me, panting and moaning. He was still rubbing his hands all over my naked body, enjoying my muscles.
"Shit, yeah, fuck, oh Bob, dude, I love you."
He crawled up beside me then and I felt his lipstouch mine and then he was kissing me. I was so stunned by what he had just done that I didn't know what to do. If I kissed him back the way I wanted to, he'd know I had been faking it and that might make him stop. So I justlay there and let him hug me and rub his naked body against my naked body. My cock was still hard and oozing cum and he was playing with it and his own cock was still hard too and poking me in the leg all wet and slippery. Finally Ray got up from my bed. I realized I was stuck now, I had to lay there and fall asleep and wake up in the morning and act as though I had no idea what had happened. But I really had to piss. I opened my eyes a little and saw Ray open the door and go out. He was wearing just his briefs, but that was OK, some guys walked down the halls buck-naked. Maybe he was going back to the party. Naw, he wouldn't do that, dressed like that. Did I dare get up and go down the hall to the can? I was feeling almost like I was really as drunk as I had pretended, what had happened was so awesome. I lay there for a couple of minutes then sat up on the side of the bed. My cock was still hard. I reached down and stroked it idly as I tried to decide what to do. That's when Ray came back in.
"Dude! You're awake!" Ray said in surprise. I looked at him with as much of a pretense of bleary-eyed drunkenness as I could manage.
"Gotta piss," I said, slurring my words, and lurched to my feet and pulled my briefs back over my dick. I stumbled against the wall and stood shakily, looking at my roommate, mybest buddy who had just sucked my cock. He had a wet cloth in his hands and I realized he'd been intending to clean me up. I started towards him, lurching around as much as I could without hurting myself.
"I really gotta piss," I said, heading for the door. I managed to lurch up against Ray, and he caught me. I looked blearily into his eyes and mumbled "I'm drunk, buddy, I'm drunk."
"No shit, dude!" he replied clutching my near naked body to his.
We were both still wearing nothing but our briefs, and mine were wet and cummy. I reached down and groped myself releasing my cock.
"Gotta hardon," I slurred.
"Yeah, Bob, you've got a hardon. Here, let's get that thing back in your shorts," he said and reached down and pulled my briefs up and managed to work my big hardon back inside.
My cock almost spurted another load of hot cum all over the two of us when he grabbed it
and pushed it down into my briefs.
"Good old Ray,' I slurred. "My buddy Ray." I lurched towards the door again. I was starting to formulate a plan. "Gotta piss, can you help me to the john?", I asked.
Ray helped me stagger down the hall to the bathroom. We shared a giant bathroom with all the other rooms on the floor. At this hour on a Saturday night it was usually empty, aside from some drunken college boy taking a piss to get rid of all the beer he had drunk, so Ray and I had the giant room to ourselves. I let him guide me to a urinal and I managed to get my cock out and fortunately it had gone soft enough that I was able to piss. That was real at least, and I gratefully emptied my bladder. I swayed so Ray tried to support me without looking too much like he was interested in what I was doing. When I had finished pissing, I broke from my buddy and staggered away from the urinals and looked around.
"Gotta take a shower," I announced, and headed towards the shower stalls.
That caught Ray off guard, and I was through the doorway by the time he caught up with me. I wanted him in the shower with me though, so I staggered even more, and let myself slam into a wall. It hurt enough that I wasn't faking it when I recoiled and stood there moaning. Ray grabbed me to keep me from hurting myself further.
"Gotta take a shower," I slurred, stripping my briefs off and
leaving them on the floor as I staggered around looking for a shower stall.
"Jesus!" Ray swore softly. "OK, come on, here's a shower."
I think he expected to just shove me into one and then leave me while I sobered up, but I grabbed him and pulled him in with me. I reached for the faucets and turned them on before he could get out of the way and the two of us were showered with ice cold water.
"Fuck! That's cold!" Ray yelled, and reached to adjust the spray.
He got it to a more comfortable temperature and by that time I had some soap in my hands. Someone had left his soap when he was through washing. Usually I would have avoided even touching one of those bars, but I grabbed it and reached out and started soaping up my buddy's almost naked body. Ray fought me briefly, then decided to give in and go along with my drunken antics. I soaped him clumsily, in keeping with my supposed drunkenness, and when I encountered his wet briefs I let out a whoop of discovery.
"Hey! My buddy isn't naked, gotta get naked to take a shower!" and I sank to my knees and pulled his shorts down before he could do more than make a brief protest.
His cock flopped out, half hard, and I reached up with my soapy hands and started lathering up Ray's cock and balls. He was hard right away and fell back against the wall of the shower stall, obviously loving what I was doing to him. I tried to maintain the pretense that I was drunk and continued to feel him up real good, play with his hard cock and churning balls until he was moaning and panting with passion. Then I stumbled to my feet and fell against my naked buddy. My hands were rubbing his hard pecs and rippled abs just as he had done to me when he thought I was passed out on the bed. Ray is a really hot stud.
"My buddy Ray has a boner," I mumbled as I felt him up, letting my hands slide
down into his crotch.
I got one hand on his balls and the other wrapped around his huge hardon and started stroking him as I nuzzled his neck with my mouth and started licking his neck and cheek. Ray was making ineffectual efforts to stop me, pushing me away very feebly, but when I put my mouth to his and started kissing him he stopped resisting and kissed me back.
We parted from that kiss finally, and I put my lips to Ray's ear and in my normal, sober voice I said "I'll return the favor and give you a blow job even better than the one you just gave me when we get back to our room."
by Darren Hill
The first time I ever slept with a guy, or with anyone for that matter, was last year just after my eighteenth birthday. I barely even knew the guy; he was my brother's roommate. His name was Tim and my brother threw a going away party for him. He was starting college and would be moving out next week. Although I didn't know him very well, I knew I would miss him. I had had a crush on him since I first laid eyes on his beautiful body.
It was quite a party. Everyone was really drunk and I'm not even sure when my brother said he was staying over at his girlfriend's place. Everyone seemed to leave at once and I found myself alone with Tim. I remember being so tired (or drunk) that I could hardly keep my eyes open. I had spilled an entire punchbowl full of tequila sunrises all down my chest earlier that evening and I decided to take a shower before I went to sleep.
Once under the hot, rushing water, I quickly lathered my body with thick suds and at the very moment my soapy hand found its way to my crotch I realized who I was in the house alone with. I heard the stereo in the living room turn on; the music was different from the loud "party-music" that had been playing earlier. The melody that drifted into the bathroom was soft and sexy. I got out of shower, towelled off and shook my hair. I wrapped a towel around my waist and made for the bedroom, which Tim and my brother shared.
In the room were two single beds, just a few feet away from each other Tim was lying sprawled on his back, wearing only a pair of white underwear. His eyes were closed and I assumed he was asleep. I stepped closer to him and he made no move. I must of been pretty drunk 'cause I then took off my towel and moved closer to his hunky sleeping form.
He was gorgeous. His 5'9" frame was tan and muscular and his blonde hair was smooth and silky. His face was unlike any I've seen. Boyishly handsome, his jaw was strong and squared-off and his lips were full and luscious. My cock swung as I stepped closer to him. His eyes were closed and his breathing was slow and even. I wrapped a fist around my dick and began to jerk, not really thinking about what I was doing. My eyes captured the vision before me and translated the sight into pure lust.
The thought which seized me at that moment was that, if I hurried and was really quiet, I could shoot a wad, just inches from the face and body of the most handsome guy I'd ever seen. The though really turned
my on. I spit into my palm and rubbed it around the head of my cock and down the shaft. I worked the slick juice rapidly up and down the length of my swollen pole, faster and faster. I knew I could cum with just a few more strokes. The face of my idol never left my gaze as I pumped away at my meat. In just a moment I would be there, revealing in my lewd display, my hot cum flying out of my cock to the floor below his bed.
Suddenly his eyes came open and he lunged for me. I probably cried out as my heart leaped into my throat. For a minute, I thought he was going to beat the shit out of me but as soon as I felt his hot lips close around my cock, my fear rapidly turned to delight. I had fallen back on the bed, with his handsome face buried in my crotch, when I realized that he hadn't been asleep at all. Frenzied hand, his and mine tore off his underwear and I felt the searing flesh of his hard cock press against my leg. His mouth was like a stoked furnace. He swallowed my rod with vengeance, all the way down to the root.
He worked his perfect lips up and down my shaft and I felt my cum burning in my balls. I ran my hands across his back. His body felt as perfect as it looked. His skin was hot under my fevered touch and when
I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold off much longer, I pulled him up off of my cock.
He brought his handsome face up and looked into my eyes. Slowly, he moved his mouth to mine and kissed me. I was startled by the feel of his lips and tongue; it was very different from kissing a girl. His
tongue seemed bigger and stronger than mine and the sensation of the soft blond stubble on his upper lip against mine was the most alien and yet the most exciting thing I ever felt. He ground his huge cock against mine, still wet from his hot spit, as we held each other tightly. Our mouths worked hungrily at each other,
our tongues sampling and consuming every inch of flesh within reach.
As the hard rod between his muscular thighs forced itself against my belly, the thought entered my mind that I hadn't even seen his cock yet. I grabbed the full cheeks of his ass and pulled his body slowly to mine, my tongue tracking the sensuous journey. He allowed me to explore him, seeming to know that this was my first time. I was amazed by the taste of his skin and the way his muscles tightened as my lips caressed his stomach. When I reached the pale tan line at his waist, I paused, knowing that the moment I took his throbbing spear into my mouth there would be no turning back. As I engulfed his thick cock between my lips, I was glad of the choice. The taste of him was sweet and sweaty at the same time. His dick was thick and I was certain my mouth could not begin to contain his massive bulk.
He rested his knees on the pillow under my head and clasped his hands in my hair.
"Relax", he soothed and he gently prodded the throbbing rod farther down my throat.
When I gagged, he pulled back and scooted his knees a little farther apart. Pushing forward once again, he murmured, "Open wide. Swallow me."
The sound of his voice set every nerve in my body pounding. I took his swollen member into my mouth and was amazed by the size and taste of it. It was steely-hard and I felt the hot blood coursing its length under the firm touch of my tongue. I grabbed the backs of his thighs and pulled him to me. I felt his muscles tense as the hard crown pried open the tight confines of my throat. He began to pump with a slow, steady rhythm and the weight of his heavy balls made them brush against my chin. My cock was burning. It ached to feel the touch of him. He slowly pulled his dick from my mouth and scooted down until his bace was level
with my dick and balls. He used his tongue liberally, making long wet swipes and with each one I felt my prick grow larger.
"Man, you've got a great cock." he moaned between licks. "I wanna feel it up inside of me."
He straddled my hips and manoeuvred his juicy ass right above my swollen pole. With a handful of spit he coated the head of my dick and worked the slickness up and down the length of the thick shaft. When I felt the hot, moist cheeks of his ass close and tighten around my dick I thought I would shoot right then. He swallowed my cock with his strong ass and began to raise and lower his muscular body up and down on my rigid prick. The feeling was INCREDIBLE! I felt the bands of muscle in his thighs grow taut as he slowly lifted his beautiful butt up. I just lay there and used every bit of self-control I had to keep from filling his ass with my cum.
His huge cock stood straight up against his belly. The head was swollen and purple and I grasped the thick shaft in both hands. As he fucked himself up and down, his cock, huge and heavily veined, thrust itself into my fist. I began using it as a handle, to lower and raise his body up and down on my dick. I felt beads of sweat fall from his face onto my chest. He reached down and pinched my nipples with his hands. His fingers kneaded my pecs as he bucked up and down, impaled on my rod. The sticky fluid from his cock hand coated my hands and his rod was squished wetly as it pumped into my fists.
I felt the tip of my cock begin to burn. I knew very soon the hot juice in my balls would be shooting into his clenching asshole. He suddenly sat down hard, filling his butt with my dick and began to rock back and forth, clamping his hole around my cock as hard as he could. Almost in slow motion, I saw the first explosion of cum from his massive cock fire into the air and land on my chest. His head was thrown back and each spurt from his dick made him cry out. I leaned forward and clamped my lips around the fat head of his cock, catching a hot mouthful of his sweet jizz. Then I came like I never had before. I bucked my ass off the bed, lifting him up in the air time after time as I spewed my load inside him. He braced his hands on my cum slicked chest and rode me like a bronco. His fat cock slapped against his taut belly with each of my intense thrusts inside him.
After my eruption finally stopped, he lay down on my chest, his ass still clamped around my cock and began to cover my face with kisses. I held on to him tightly, sober now, as I realized that this might be the last night we would be together. I never wanted to let him go
"When are you leaving?" I finally asked, not really wanting to hear his answer.
"I'm not going anywhere," he said smiling. "I'm just moving out, getting my own apartment closer to school." My arms were still wrapped around is sweat covered back as he continued. "I'll be looking for a roommate..."
My last words to him, as we fell asleep still locked together tightly, implied very strongly that he needn't look very far.