Drunk Straight Roommate

By moc.liamg@ecanrufytluaf

Published on Dec 25, 2018

Gay

The next morning, I was the first to wake up. Coming to consciousness, my first sensation was the strong male smell of the two of us, sweat and dried cum. I had my arms wrapped around him, feeling the soft rise and fall of his chest, my morning wood sandwiched in between his perfect ass cheeks. I stretched slightly, getting myself more awake, causing my erection to move in his crack and prompting a low groan from him as he woke up.

"Morning buddy," I murmured into his ear.

"Mmm good morning man," he purred, slightly pushing his ass back onto my cock and stretching out his legs. He rolled over onto his side, facing me, our boners jostling together, and smiled at me.

"So... any regrets man?" I asked him nervously.

"Well, maybe that I drank too much," he chuckled. "But the other stuff... no way," he said, as he reached a hand down to fondle my cock.

I leaned over to him, softly kissing his lips, before gently slipping my tongue into his mouth. We laid there for a while, making out unhurriedly and thrusting our leaking boners together. Breaking apart, we rolled onto our backs.

"Fuck I'm hungover!" he said, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

"Me too man, and I gotta piss."

"Me too," he said, and sniffed his armpits. "And I need a fucking shower."

We rolled out of bed and made our way to the bathroom. One of the perks of this basement living arrangement was that we had our own private bathroom, shower included. It was like its own little apartment in some ways. I shuffled up to the bowl, my fading boner swaying heavily in front of me, and let loose a heavy, dark yellow stream of morning beer piss, splashing loudly in the bowl. He stepped next to me, and started pissing as well, our streams sometimes crossing as we emptied our bladders. I put my arm around his shoulder and he put his around my waist, giving each a side hug as our streams faded and dripped. We shook our dicks off and walked out.

He bent down, finding a pair of dark grey boxer briefs and slipping them on. As he was doing this, I couldn't help but start chubbing up again staring at his round ass, cleft by his dark pubic hair, his low hanging balls visible between his hairy legs. I walked up behind him while he was still bent over, and gave his ass a hard, loud slap.

"Fuck man!" he yelped, bending straight back up and grasping his ass, "That hurt man," he laughed while he rubbed his tender, flushed cheek.

I just grinned stupidly at him and said, "Sorry bro," but I noticed that he'd sprung a semi as he tucked himself into his underwear. I grabbed a pair as well, a lighter grey than his, and we went upstairs to get some water and food.

Like I said, I loved seeing him in his underwear, the way his bulge looked filling out the pouch, the snug fabric outlining his cock and balls and even showing the cleft of his ass. He poured a glass of water and stood at the sink, greedily chugging it down, his Adam's apple boring up and down. He drank so quickly and recklessly that water streamed down into his beard and dribble onto the fabric of his underwear. It was one of the hottest things to see, even after what we'd done last night.

We were too hungover to be very conversational, and quietly got ourselves from breakfast, occasionally finding excuses to bump into each other, putting a hand on the small of the back, casually patting a buttcheek to ask the other to move. It was just so comfortable.

We drifted back down to the basement after a few cigarettes with our coffee, watered and fed and feeling considerably better.

"This hangover needs a joint and some TV," he said, flopping on the couch, his legs sprawled over it, one planted on the floor.

"Coming right up man," I said, sitting down on the edge of couch left between his open legs and quickly rolling up a joint on the coffee table. We sparked it and cued up some mindless show, not really caring what it was besides entertaining. As we passed it, our fingers increasingly fumbled together, and I leaned farther back into the couch and closer to him. We were feeling pretty buzzed by the end of it, and when I stubbed it out I leaned back on the couch. He grabbed me by the shoulder and gently guided me down, folding his arm around me as I reclined on his chest, cuddling and enjoying our high.

After a little while of his warmth and skin contact, and the light caresses he was giving my chest, I began to get hard again. He reached his hand down and grasped the end of my tented underwear, fiddling with my cock head.

"Looks like a situation's arisen here," he said.

"Can't help it man," I grinned. "Always happens when I cuddle."

He smiled and shifted, pushing his own hardening cock into the small of my back.

"No worries buddy, I'm in the same boat as you are."

"Well, maybe we could take care of it together?" I hinted.

He smiled, and we disentangled from one another, standing up and shucking off our underwear before sitting back down, side by side with our legs crossed over the other. He reached over to grab my cock while I grabbed his, and we just started lazily stroking each other, rubbing our thumbs on each others cockheads and slicking our shafts with our precum.

"So what kinda stuff do you like to get into then? Besides the stuff we did haha," he asked me as we jerked.

"Well, I like fucking, I like getting fucked. I like jerking a guy off like this," I gestured at the scene.

"No man, that stuff is obvious. What kinda kinky shit do you get into?" he grinned at me.

"Well... I've never really done it with anybody, but I get super hard thinking about pissing on people, or people pissing on me. I guess I also really get off on exhibitionism and voyeurism, especially in public places."

"Piss huh?" he said questioningly. I felt a distinct throb in his cock as he said it. "I guess I never really thought about that, but... I could see how it'd be hot."

"Would you... would you ever want to try it man?" I asked with a lump in my throat. I'd never even told anyone I had thought about watersports, let alone asked someone to play.

"Yeah we'll see man," he sort of smirked, not quite saying yes, but not quite saying no...

"What about you? Any hidden fantasies man?"

"Honestly... after last night, I kinda want to try getting fucked."

A belch of precum erupted from the end of my cock, dribbling onto his hand, when he said that. I looked him dead in the eyes, and he looked right back into mine.

"Seriously man?" I asked with a quiet voice.

"Yeah man, I... I think so," he said. "It's just, your fingers felt so much better than I ever thought they would, and... I think I'd something bigger would feel even better."

"Fuck man," I breathed heavily, before leaning in to give him a hard kiss, shoving my tongue deep into his mouth. Pulling apart he panted,

"I want you to eat my ass."

"happy to oblige," I said, picking him up and situating him on the couch so that his head was on the floor and his back was against the couch, leaving his ass perfectly exposed for rimming. I spat a big wad of spit right onto his winking hole. He growled deeply at that, and growled even more when I dove in, immediately spearing his hole with my tongue and moving it in widening circles. His hole unfolded more quickly than it had last night, a sign perhaps of his increased enthusiasm for anal play. With my hands I kept his cheeks spread, kneading them and occasionally slapping one lightly. He groaned a little more pleadingly with the slaps, I noticed...

Pulling my tongue out, I got my index and pointer fingers wet with spit and firmly sank them into him, curling the tips around his prostate.

"Mmmm fuck yeah man, that's it right there," he grunted. I slapped him again, but harder this time, looking him straight in the eyes. His burned with a lust I hadn't seen in them before, a hungry, smoldering look of want.

I smacked him even louder, loud enough for an audible slap, and he just growled even lower, his eyes rolling back in his head. I withdrew my fingers, his hole sucking at them as they left, and set him on his back on the couch, pulling him so his ass was hanging on one arm. I held them like that, knees bent up, and with one hand fingered him deep and with the other guided his head onto my throbbing cock. He gave me a sloppy, enthusiastic blowjob, slicking my rod with his spit. I moved back around, placing my cock head at the winking hole.

"Just tell me when you need a break, man."

"Fuck that," he smirked. "I can take what you've got to give."

I just rolled my eyes; he had all the bravado of an anal virgin desperate to get fucked. I began to put pressure on his hole, and slowly my cock began to enter him. When my cocked breached his sphincter, he gasped loudly, and I paused for him. His breathing relaxed, and again I began to push.

"Fuuuuck man.... this fucking hurts man...."

I stopped in concern. "Want me to pull out?"

"No! No man, just... go slow," he managed to huff out.

Ever so slowly, I went further in to him, feeling his tight passage spasm hard around me before relaxing and stretching to accommodate my thickness. Soon, I felt my cock head press and slide against his prostate, slowly raking against it. He moaned loudly at that.

"It's starting to feel good man..." he sighed.

I continued to enter him, taking small pauses to let him open up, and before too much longer my balls were nestled in his ass, my pubic hair mashed into his balls. His cock, which had gone soft for most of the entry, began to reinflate, swollen and visibly pumping with blood.

He breathed out heavily.

"I'm all the way in," I said to him.

"Feels like a fucking baseball bat, man," he groaned.

"Don't worry buddy, it only gets better from here," I replied. I began to shallowly thrust into him, barely pulling out, just rocking my cock in and out and grinding into him in circular motions, trying to loosen up his tight ass. He just groaned, his eyes rolling back and his head sinking onto the couch, his hands grasping hard at the cushion.

Feeling his tight passage unclenching, loosening up to my cock, I began pulling out a few inches at a time, slowly but firmly driving it back in. He started grunting hard on each stroke as I drove into him and started growling.

"Fuck man, fuck me harder man..."

I started fucking him harder, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in, thrusting upwards into his prostate as I passed it. As the speed of my fuck increased, my heavy balls started slapping against his sweaty, upturned ass, and I began to give him hard slaps on either cheek. He shot his head up and almost screamed,

"Oh FUCK yeah buddy FUCK me man, slap my fucking ass..."

I just growled at him and began a hard and deep pile-drive of a fuck, pulling my cock all the way out before ramming it home into his hungry, gaping asshole. My engorged cocked slammed into his prostate on every stroke, and every time I rammed balls deep he grunted and muttered, his curses devolving into the sounds of sex.

I reached down and grabbed his nipples, pinching and twisting them hard. His head shot up and he growled at me. With one hand I slapped his cheek hard, leaving a red flush on his face.

"Oh fuck buddy I fucking love it rough like that man," he growled at me. I just continued to fuck him hard and deep, slapping his ass and pinching his nipples. At one point I leaned down and thrust my tongue into his eager mouth, sucking hard at his tongue and fucking up into him as we furiously made out. His grunts started getting higher pitched and faster. We broke apart, and he said,

"I'm getting fucking close man."

"Me too bro," I replied. My balls were getting tight, and I felt the familiar tingle in my stomach. "Where do you want my load man?"

"Fucking come in me man," he groaned. I could feel his asshole clenching and unclenching around me, trying to milk the cum out of my cock. I grabbed him around the shoulders, lifting him and holding him in my arms, still impaled on my rock hard cock. I moved around the couch, sitting down and resting him in my laps. He got the picture and started bouncing up and down on me, slowly at first but soon gaining speed. I grabbed his thick, leaking cock in one hand, stroking him in time with my thrusts, and we began to climb up to our orgasm.

He was the first to go. He screamed out,

"FUCK I'm fucking CUMMING oh FUCK YEAH!"

His head swelled almost twice its size and began spewing his thick white cum. 7 ropy loads sprayed out of him, shooting far enough to coat my face and chest. His asshole tightened hard around me with each shot, causing me to lose it. I grabbed his waist and slammed him down onto me with each shot, summing a healthy load deep up in his ass. We cried out our orgasms together, our screams and grunts and moans devolving into low whimpers and panting. As we came out of our daze, his mouth found mine, and we slowly made out, riding the thigh of our intense cum.

"Dude..." he panted into my mouth. "I've never, ever come like that before. That was..."

"Fucking incredible," I agreed, slowly grinding my still stiff cock in circles in his ass.

"Yeah man," he sighed. I pulled him off of me, and he grunted hard as my cock popped out of his still tight ass. I laid him down on his back, bending his legs backwards, before proceeding to eat him out, sucking my load from deep inside him. He moaned and sighed as a I nibbled and sucked the tender flesh. Once I'd collected my seed from him, I leaned up over him, and spat the load into his open mouth and on his face before diving back in to thrust my tongue into his mouth again. We swapped my load back and forth as we gently made out. We broke apart and he said,

"Bro, let's get a fucking shower. We stink."

"Okay man, it is pretty ripe in here."

We made our way to the bathroom. He was in front of me, and was noticeably walking a little funny. I just smirked, knowing that he must be pretty sore. After all, I'd popped this straight boy's tight, muscular ass cherry, and my cock was well above average.

We turned on the water and hopped into the small shower, the compact space forcing us to squish together, our spent, softening cocks mashing into each other, and began to soap each other up. First I washed out his pits and soaped down his chest, then he did the same to me, and we rinsed each other's faces, taking breaks to make out and grind our cocks together. Towards the end of our shower, he just looked at me, smiling devilishly, before aiming his thick cock upwards into between us, and letting loose a powerful, potent stream of golden yellow piss, running down into my chest and over my cock and balls. I aimed mine too, and began pissing on him. We ground our pissing cock together, soaking into each others thick bushes, while making out in a daze. We both started getting hard again as our streams ended, and he whispered into my ear,

"I want to fuck you next time man." I immediately started leaking precum at the thought of being split open by his thick cock. I couldn't wait.


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