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Nope!
When I felt the bed move, I slightly woke up from the fog of bourbon and drew my knees up toward my chest. I laid there regretting so many of the decisions I'd made in the past few hours with the exception of choosing Chase as my roommate for our trip. I could hear him come back from the bathroom, but I didn't feel him get back into the queen bed we shared, so I looked over my shoulder and saw him standing there looking at me with what can only be described as hunger.
I played the viola in high school but didn't join the orchestra in college, since it was made up of people majoring in their instrument, and I was pre-med. But, there were a few opportunities to play in small groups on occasion. This was one of those opportunities - a call out was made for a paid gig a couple hours from school for a small chamber group. I was asked to play one of the two violas in the group, and Chase was the bass player. He also played electric bass in a rock band that played a lot of parties at school.
Chase was super sexy in a dirty, rock-band kind of way. He was a few years older than me and had already graduated from school, still in the town and working various jobs that I'm sure made his parents happy about the money they spent to send him there. He was tall and skinny and wore tight jeans and layers of shirts that I think he probably rotated rather than doing laundry. He had rings and chains and a couple piercings that all combined to make the "bad-boy" look in spades. Long black hair and a scruffy beard, pale skin and patchy, short hair on his chest completed the look that always made my knees weak.
We have been friends for a while since I started school and did a concert with him in town. He liked to play with the ensemble, and he was a great bass player that rounded out the small group well. This concert was a small group performance during some big business party at a town far from school. We essentially played background while people mingled and drank and made million-dollar business deals.
Since the gig was a couple of hours away, we decided to stay overnight after the performance and drive back the next day. We found a cheap hotel near the location, and Chase and I took the single bed room, while the rest of the group took a big double room and crammed five or six people in there. We all gathered in the big room after playing and goofed off - drinking, playing games, and just hanging out. Someone brought some great bourbon, so we took turns passing that around, as well as sharing some wine and other drinks we could scrounge together. I grabbed one of the coffee mugs in the room and sipped the bourbon most of the evening, sometimes mixing it with Coke and sometimes drinking it straight with ice.
We were having a great time, and I think I was enjoying myself a lot, because I don't remember much about the end of the night or how we got back to the room. We must've just crashed on the bed, because I was laying on the blanket, and I was naked, which is how I usually sleep.
When Chase went to the bathroom, I rolled over and drew my legs up to my chest, since the bed was still spinning. I tried to focus on the room and could see my coffee mug on the bedside table but not much else. I reached for it and took another sip - luckily this was mixed with flat, warm Coke. When I heard Chase shuffle across the floor back toward the bed, I looked over my shoulder at him. Through blurry, half-open eyes, I saw his tall, lanky frame standing at the foot of the bed indecisively, staring at my exposed ass and absent-mindedly scratching his balls. That was the first time I got to see his dick, now hardening and arching down over his ball sac, the large, purple head capping the long, straight shaft that was quickly straightening. I put my head back onto the pillow, ran my hand down my side to my butt and pulled my left butt cheek open, exposing my hairless hole to his hungry gaze.
I felt the bed shift, and then suddenly he pushed me over onto my stomach, so my knees were tucked up under my body and my ass was raised and wide open to him. He grabbed my butt and kneaded and spread my cheeks apart, flashing my hole at him. I was moaning quietly while he played with me until I felt his breath on my exposed hole, quickly followed by his tongue. His blood alcohol content made urgency stronger than finesse, but he knew what he was doing and quickly had me warmed up and dripping wet, his spit running down my taint and running off my balls.
I felt the bed shift again, and he rose up and pushed the head of his dick into my tight hole with one movement until he was balls deep inside me, stretching me out perfectly. His huge dick, now fully hard and thick, spread my hole open and pushed into my body, rearranging my guts to make room. He rested for a few moments then started sawing in and out of my ass, his balls slapping mine with a loud, wet splat. I could feel every ridge on his dick as it plunged into my quickly loosening hole, until he slapped my ass hard a couple of times, which tightened me up, making his dick feel even better.
He pulled out after a few minutes and stood up, then pulled my body down and flipped me over until my head was hanging off the end of the bed. He pushed his dick down and pointed it toward my throat. It was the first chance I got to see it up close, and it was massive, with huge balls hanging down in a loose sack, the head deep purple and huge. He stroked it a few times, and a pearl of precum formed at the hole and ran down his shaft. He pushed it down onto my face, and I reached up with my tongue and tasted his soaked shaft. His nutty, smooth precum tasted wonderful in my bourbon-soaked mouth, and I reached up with my hands and pulled him fully into me, running my tongue all over the head and end of his shaft. I reached back and put my hands on his ass, pulling him into me further, until he took over and started driving his dick into my throat, banging my tonsils with each thrust. He took my hand in his and held it over my throat so I could feel his dick pushing into my esophagus, displacing the tissues that are normally there to sustain life. He held my throat tightly and really fucked my head, his balls banging into my eyes with each penetration into my skull. I took a deep breath each time he pulled out of my throat, before he drove back into me again. I could feel his dick harden even more, and he started to moan, signaling his orgasm. He abruptly pulled out and said "Nope!", the first words spoken since we woke up.
He flipped me over again so my knees were on the floor and my arms were stretched out on the bed above my head. I loved being handled like this - used by a man to his desire and becoming a vessel for his cum when he shot it out and hopefully into my body. When I learned that I liked to bottom, and that I was good at it, I took the role seriously. Besides, being dominated by a strong top that knows what they want melts my brain and sends chemicals throughout my body that turns on every cell I'm made of. Most of the guys I've been with so far have either been straight and opportunistic or hella dominant gay guys. Either way, romance and affection gives way to passion and fire, and giving my body to him and being the complete focus of his sexual energy is unbelievable.
He knelt down and started truly eating my ass out like a man who'd been stranded on a deserted island for years and my hole was his first meal. His big, calloused hands held my ass cheeks apart as his tongue, teeth and lips attacked my hole and taint, my cheeks and all the way to the base of my spine. He took eating ass to an art form, and he had me squirming on the end of his tongue, begging for him to fuck my ass harder than he ever had before. I was moaning and grunting and pushing against his face as much as I could, but I was not able to focus my brain enough to make intelligent words.
He continued to eat me out for a few more minutes then stood up, put his big hands on my shoulders and drove his dick back home in my sloppy, spit-soaked hole one more time. His weight on my shoulders drove my upper body into the bed and raised my ass up, so his angle of attack made his entry perfect. His big dick scraped across my prostate every time he pushed into me, sending gushes of precum out of my dick and into the bed underneath. Once he was inside and my hole adjusted to his girth, he unleashed on me and fucked me like a rag doll designed only to get him off. The strength of his fucks into my hole intensified and pushed us both up the bed until my head was banging against the headboard, which he grabbed onto for leverage. I reached up and pushed back against the bed, giving some resistance to his brutal assault, which only made it feel that much better in my electrified hole.
Each thrust slammed into me and sent shivers up my body, the waves of his assault traveling across my ass like the surf crashing into the beach. My hole was buzzing with the heat and the friction from his pumps, and my brain was quickly sobering up and allowing me to enjoy every moment of this epic fuck. The chemicals that my brain released sent tingles throughout my body and made me absolutely starving for more. My hole was burning, and I kept tightening it up as much as I could to make the sensations stronger and stronger until my body exploded and my cum shot out of my dick and coated the sheets and my abs with my load. It felt like every cell in my body contributed to that explosion, and I squirmed and shook and grunted underneath him as he kept pumping into me.
His thrusts were coming faster and faster, his grunts nearly growls each time he bottomed out inside me and slammed against my ass. The headboard was slamming into the wall and the bed was quaking, leaving little doubt as to what we were up to. His energy and focus rose to a frightening crescendo until he drove into me one final time and held it there silently for an agonizing few moments, before unleashing his orgasm. It seemed as if every molecule in his body was focused on firing his cum out of his dick and into me. I felt every spasm as his dick expanded further inside me and fired another volley of searing cum against the walls of my colon. He came for a long time, shooting at least 8 or 9 times before slowly thrusting into me a few more times. He punched the last of his orgasm into my guts until the spasms subsided and he collapsed on top of me and passed out.
We awoke a few hours later, him still on top of me, but his softening dick was laid against my thigh and a pool of his cum collected underneath us. He groaned and rolled over off of me and onto his back, but I instantly curled up next to him, my thigh across his groin and my arms wrapped around his neck. I nibbled on his ear softly, but he grunted, pushed me off, and got out of bed. He slammed the door to the bathroom, and I could hear the shower start up.
I got up and got dressed as quickly as I could, collected my things and got in my car to make the few hour drive back to campus, not wanting to deal with his regret or answer questions from the others. Hoping they would have arrangements for rides, I sat in my drivers seat, my butt squirming in the collecting pool of his remnants and relished the memories of my hot bourbon fuck.
Thanks! Let me know want you thought! Drew (writer.drew@proton.me)