Chris' Experiences
Written by Anuttymous, a.k.a. Nathan
Written for Chris himself.
All rules and laws and whatever else you can think of apply. This is just fiction - please use protection whenever and wherever you are. Enjoy the story!
With special thanks to Joe for the ideas used in this chapter.
"A party!" I cheer.
"How about a pyjama party at my house?" Matt suggests, "Now that Sean's gone it'll be a lot emptier."
I let Rob out the front door, with his cum still leaking out my ass after our threesome. Once back in his home next door, me and Matt return to my room, where we spend the rest of the day mucking about, and then some sixty-nine sex before we fall asleep in my bed, in each other's arms.
I wake up to find something moving in my mouth. I try to sit up to spit out whatever it is, before I realise that it's Matt's tongue, roaming my mouth. He pulls himself off of me when I jolt up.
"I could've bitten that off!" I tell him, laughing, "Next time, wake me up first."
"I'm sorry babes," Matt purrs, "You're just too irresistible."
"So are you," and we embrace, our kisses soon turning into another sixty-nine, and then we shower together to wash away the mess, with more making out while the water cascades down our bodies.
"Hey Matt," I call him after our shower, as I'm changing, "I don't have any pyjamas."
"Oh, you can use some of my old ones," he calls, still inside the shower room.
"I'd rather use some new ones, but..." I reply cheekily.
"Just hope I don't give you a pair with a rip up the middle," he jokes, opening the door to come out. When the door opens and he sees me, he drops the towel around his waist, and stares at me speechless.
"What...?" I ask, looking behind me, even though I can guess that he's not staring at the wall behind me.
"Your... Stripes!" he gasps, and I look down at my legs and arms, to find that the painted on stripes have mostly leaked off, and I'm just covered in streaks of black and orange paint down my sides and back.
"Well, it lasted a while," I mutter, downcast, "I'll go wash it all off."
"I'll help," Matt says, and walks back into the shower room, with me following him. We climb back in the shower, and run the water again, this time both of us scrubbing the paint off of me. It takes a little while, but the paint comes off with a bit of soap, and when I step out and look in the mirror, I see a plain pink-skinned me.
"You've still got the tail and ears, y'know," Matt huggs me from behind, comforting me, "And that's more than enough for me." In response, I turn and kiss his full lips, then go to get changed, so I can go to Matt's house for this "party".
Hours later, Matt and I have come to his house and done a bit of talking, playing and whatever, and we now hear a knock on the door. We both rush down, and open the door to find Rob standing there, wearing usual attire and a backpack. Matt lets him in and then we go upstairs. Inside Matt's room, Matt announces that the party is starting, and we should all change into pyjamas now. He walks over to a drawer where he pulls out some pyjamas, whilst Rob pulls out his own pair from his bag. Matt throws a pair at me. I unfold the pyjamas to find they're old fashioned style, blue and white stripes, made of simple cotton, the top half having buttons all the way up, and a few buttons on the bottom half as flies.
I see the other two begin undressing, so I do so myself, all the way down to nothing, and then pull the pyjamas over my naked body. I look at the other two, to see Matt wearing a pair similar to mine, but the top has no buttons, and Rob wearing fancy-looking silk pyjamas. At the same time as me, Matt looks at Rob, and we both burst out laughing.
"What's wrong with pink pyjamas?!" Rob cries out.
"Nothing," we both say, still laughing, then Matt says "Did your mother pick them out for you?" And we both burst out laughing again.
"Fine I'll leave!" Rob huffs, and walks towards the door.
"Okay sorry," I say, grabbing him on his way, "Let me make it up to you." And I pull his lips to mine, tongues twisting together, while Matt rolls his eyes at us. Once I can prise my mouth off of Rob's tongue, I turn to Matt and ask if he'd like some.
"Some what?" he replies, then adds, "Some cock? Love some!"
"Well, you can have mine," I tell him, then drop to my knees, "'Cos I've got his." I quickly pull Rob's cock out the silk flies, then before Matt can intervene, I swallow it whole, right down to the hairless base. I see Matt come over to me out the corner of my eye, and he bends down and tries to pull my cock through my pyjama flies.
"Hey moron," Matt says, looking at my face impaled on Rob's pelvis, "You've got your PJs on backwards." I pull off of Rob's cock, with a strand of saliva following me, to tell him I'm not, when I look down and realise I am.
"Oh, my bad," I tell Matt, "I'll just take 'em off." I begin pulling them down, but Matt tells me to stop, and then goes behind me.
"Well, if your cock's not free, your ass must be," he grins, then puts his fingers into the hole in the back of my pyjamas, which should be at the front. I feel Matt's finger hit my asshole, and jump forward.
"Woah, lube or something!" I tell him, not wanting my ass to feel on fire.
"Ah, sure," Matt mumbles impatiently, then gets up and grabs his lube from his cupboard, returning quickly. Meanwhile, Rob's hand has guided my head back onto his cock, and I'm slurping on it immediately. Once back, it takes seconds for Matt's lubed finger to find my hole through the flies of the pyjamas, and he's soon probing in and out, getting deeper with each thrust.
After a short while, Matt's finger disappears, but is replaced by his cock in no time. I begin deep throating Rob, whilst my hands find their way to his ass, and a finger begins rubbing his crack through the silk of his pyjamas. Matt slowly slides in, so as to not cause pain, and by the time he's balls deep, I find that Rob's cock is beginning to respond to my ass probing, as his balls are drawing in. I look up at his pink-pyjamaed body, and he looks down at my pyjama-covered ass being fucked by Matt's pyjama-clothed body.
Soon, Rob can take no more, and his balls draw up farther as his cock begins vibrating. I pull it out at the last moment, using my hand to milk it, as he begins spewing blast after blast of hot teen cum all over my face and then down my pyjamas. This, combined with Matt's cock up my ass, causes me to begin cumming, and I start blowing a load in Matt's pyjamas, some of it seeping through. As I'm cumming, my ass clenches Matt's cock, and he is set off too, shooting at least 5 spurts into my pyjama-covered ass, and then pulls out for Rob who goes over to him and starts sucking my ass-juice and Matt's cum off of his cock.
After this, we all climb onto Matt's big bed, and lay down sideways on it. I, in the middle, look to Rob, and give him a quick peck on the lips, then look to Matt, and give him a longer kiss, intruding his mouth with my tongue. When we pull apart I sit up, to stretch my arms and yawn. Suddenly, both Rob and Matt swing their legs around me, so each has a leg on either side of me. I jump up, but they slide together, so that their legs are next to the other's head, and their balls are literally touching through the pyjama material. Then both grab one of my shoulders each, and pull me down. I resist at first, but soon give up and decide to see what they're planning. They pull me down to their cum-slick cocks, and before I realise what's happening, they're both pushing against my ass.
I try to get up again, but they both have a firm grip, and pull me down, with more force than before. Both have sadistic grins on their faces, and as I hopelessly resist, I sense there's no point fighting back. I stop resisting, and try to slowly let the cocks inside my ass. Nothing larger than one of their dicks has been up my ass, so getting two in is incredibly painful. They both push harder, and soon, with a lot of grunting on my behalf, they pop in. As they do, I yell out in pain. They both quickly stop pushing and let me adjust, which takes a few moments. When I've stopped moaning, they begin sliding in again, and I start whimpering again. This time, they don't relent, and continue sliding in, until they're both finally all the way in, and I have tears rolling down my cheeks. Once they're in, they begin sliding out again, which of course causes more pain for me. After multiple slow pumps, they speed up, and I start crying out in pain with each slow thrust. The cocks in my ass keep speeding up, but after a while the pain subsides, leaving me with an incredibly good feeling, which is obvious to the other two from my load moans of pleasure.
Taking my moans as a sign that I'm enjoying it, they begin thrusting quick and hard, and I begin bouncing on their cocks, soon doing all the work instead of them. They just lay there sighing a lot, whilst I bounce up and down on their cocks, working my own ass raw. The combined feeling of two cocks up my ass is soon too much for me, and I start to cum, still inside my pyjamas, which are now crusted at the front - back? - and Rob and Matt begin to swell inside my ass. Soon, all of us are blasting out loads, me all over Matt's pyjamas, and them into my well-used asshole.
We all disentangle, with much pain from them pulling out of my ass, and then lay down in Matt's bed and begin trying to get to sleep. I have to lay down on my front in order to keep my ass away from the bed, so it won't have pressure on it, which causes the cum all over my front to dry onto the hairless patch I have there.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: From now on, I shall be announcing what the theme of the next part will be, so as to forewarn those who may not wish to read certain scenarios, and also as a little spoiler for those who would be interested.
Chris' Experiences 9 theme: Torture. Friendly torture as in tied-down tickling, not maniacal torture as in arms and legs pulled in opposite directions to breaking point. Although, maybe future chapters...
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