All the usual conditions apply. You have to be old enough. You have to be interested enough.
'Damn lock' I thought, as I fought with it. 'Damn thing always jams.'
It was 2am. I was trying to get into my res room. And I was very, very drunk. This is probably why I did not notice that the house was supernaturally clean and there were net curtains hanging by the window. No. I was totally oblivious to the fact that the lock was not working, was because it was not my door.
So in my blissfully ignorant state I started hurling both verbal and physical abuse at the door.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I turned to face the voice. It was Matt. I wondered what Matt was doing in the wrong house.
"Trying to get into my room!" I replied irritably at having to answer such a stupid question.
"Fuck man. What are you on? That isn't your room, boet." He said, giving me an odd look.
Stopping what I was doing, I turned to him. "Look, just because you're on a bad tri(p)..." It finally dawned on me. "Oops... Ok. I'll...I'll uh...." I turned and headed to the door. I grabbed the door handle and pushed. It wouldn't budge. "Fuck man. Who locked the door?"
Matt walked up, grabbed the handle, and pulled the door open. I was to fucked to feel any embarrassment, I headed out.
'Wow!' I thought as I stared at the grass, 'The ground looks so close! I must definitely get this shit again!' It was amazing. It was as if I was lying on the ground, it looked so close!
I was.
"You're a gone little fucker, aren't you. Come man." Matt said as he reached down and pulled me up.
"Ok. It's that way." I said, pointing in the general direction of my house.
Matt just nodded and led me off. Of course he knew where it was. We got to the right house. Propping me up against a wall, he took my keys, unlocked my door and opened it.
"Home." I smiled as I stumbled in and headed to the bed. All I wanted to do was get undressed and go to sleep. I grabbed my top and tried to pull it off. It was tight and the material did not stretch. So there I was, stumbling around like an idiot, with my top half off.
Someone touched me. I spun around to see who it was. But of course I could not see because of the top. Instead I crashed into the wall and then to the ground.
"Wait." Matt said. I heard him get down on his haunches. Gently, he ran his hands up my top, he then firmly grabbed my top and pulled it slowly off.
I looked up at him. He was looking down at me, with my top in his hands.
"Better?" he asked, cocking one of his perfect eyebrows and smiling. Lying on the cold floor, looking up at his warm, friendly face I could understand why he was a model.
Someone had told me he was a model, but until then I had never thought about it.
He had a weather beaten, well tanned face with about two days worth of stubble. His eyes where large and brown. He had a very nice smile.
I remembered hearing that he hiked a lot. That was probably why he had such a perfect tan. At 6'2" he was a few inches shorter than me. He was nicely built, his legs were nicely muscular from the hiking. His chest, although obscured by his T-shirt, was still obviously built and probably nicely defined.
He got up, reached out a hand to me and pulled me up.
I went over to the bed and started a clumsy attempt to undo my laces. He knelt down and helped me. He smelt very nice, I realized now that he was so close to me. He pulled off my one shoe and I pulled off the other one. I lay back, and closed my eyes, ready to sleep.
"Thanks. G'night." I mumbled and drifted off.
Slowly, I drifted back to consciousness. I was aware that someone was on top of me. Someone was running their hand through my long, silky hair. Someone's hot breath flowed over my face. I opened my eyes.
Matt was straddling me, his face just inches from my own. Seeing that I had awoken, he tilted his head and smiled.
Lying there, even in my state, I should have resisted. But I did not. I could not. Instead I smiled back, reached out and touched his face. Gently, he moved his hand behind my head and moved down, brushing his hard lips against my own. Softly, he teased my lips with his own. Encouraging my anxious lips to let his tounge into my hungry mouth. They gladly obliged, parting slightly. He firmly pressed my lips to his as he pushed his long, hot, wet tongue down my throat, exploring it's every crevice.
I was to shocked to reciprocate. I just lay there. Somewhere in the background I felt him move his other hand down to my built chest, running it lightly over my hairless pecs, down to my perfect six-pack, firmly running his hand along each one.
But my concentration was firmly what his tongue was doing. The way he was moving it around inside my mouth. It was amazing. I'd never known a kiss could be this good. Tentatively, softly I kissed him back, gently sucking his tongue. He must of liked it. He shifted more weight onto me, kissing me harder, more firmly.letting out a soft grunt. I did not want it to ever stop.
But at the same time, I could not understand why I was enjoying it. He was a guy. I had never been attracted to men. Hell, I'd never touched another man, or been touched the way he was touching me. But he touched me like no woman ever could. So hard, firm. But gently where only a guy could know a guy was sensitive. It felt so good.
Suddenly he sat up straight. Looking down at me, he ripped off his T-shirt.
I had been right. His chest was perfectly defined. It was amazing, as I looked up at. The moonlight emphasising every perfect bulge. He had a perfect six pack that showed up perfectly under his tanned skin. His pecs, though not overly built, were perfectly square and firm. I reached up and ran my hands down, over his chest. Feeling the thick skin, the warmth of his hot body. Down over his corrugated stomach and finally to his firm hips. I looked up from his chest to his hazel smiling eyes.
Laying his hands down on either side of me, he bent down, burying my face in his manly chest. I smelt his manly scent. Putting my arms around his back, I pulling him down. I started licking his perfectly proportioned chest, tasting it's subtle saltiness. Moving my mouth to his left pec, sofly licked it and then sucked, leaving a love bite. He realized what I was doing and pushed himself back up and gave me a naughty smile, wagging his finger at me.
He moved his rough hands onto my hyper-sensitive chest. Once again he ran his hands down, causing my skin to tingle in an unbearably pleasant way. By the time his hand stopped on the button of my pants, I doubted that I could take any more.
He shifted away slightly, and undid the button and zip of my pants. My 8 inch cut boner sprang up to greet him, ready for action. He smiled, clearly satisfied with what he saw. He shifted back some more. Then firmly grabbing my cock, started to slowly massage it. My senses were on fire, I had never been jerked off by someone else, especially by a guy. It was so amazing. My body tingled with anticipation.
Looking me straight in the eyes, he descended on my cock, running it along his stubbled jaw line, to his hot wet mouth. Darting his tongue out he passionatly licked the head.
"No." I protested lamely. I did not want him to go down on me. But I was not going to actively resist.
Suddenly he swallowed the whole thing. I could not believe what my eyes and penis were telling me. My spine tingled as he started bobbing his head up and down over my dick. Sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body. The way he used his teeth driving me wild, causing my hips to pump slightly with his rythm. I grabbed his head, pulling him onto me, running my hands through his short sun bleached hair. My cock leaking amazing amounts of pre-cum into his hot, hungry mouth.
Pulling his head off my dick, he shifted down and buried his face between my legs, licking my balls. Using his long tongue he flicked them into his mouth, alternately licking and lightly biting them. I growled as my body was filled with the sensation similar to what it must be like to have a white hot flame raging through your body. My whole body was tingling. My skin crawled. I thought I was going to loose control.
Gently he pushed my ball sac out his mouth. I gasped at the sensation of them falling over his teeth. Once again he started playing with my dick. Looking at it, as if he was scrutinizing a work of art, then once again, he engulfed it in his mouth.
Wildly he bobbed his head up and down, while somehow twisting it from side to side, skillfully using his teeth.
I felt a white hot flame rise from my balls, into my dick. I let out a deep throated roar as my load exploded out of my engulfed penis, down his partched throat. I forced his head down on me as he sucked up every drop of my semen.
I collapsed back onto the bed, exhausted.
I felt my super-sensitive dick slip out of his mouth as he pulled himself up. I was aware that he stood up, I felt my pants being pulled off. He walked around to my wardrobe and took out the suntan oil and walked up to the side of the bed.
Grabbing my size 30 hips he roughly flipped me over and half pulled me off the bed. I was almost passed out, I was only barely aware of him. I heard his pants fall to the floor, suddenly I understood what he wanted to do.
"No!" I choked pathetically. Feebly, I tried to pull myself back onto the bed. But my body was spent by my explosive orgasm and the alcohol, which had long since taken affect.
Grabbing my hips, he pulled me back into place. I turned my head to see him, seeing this he stepped round, grabbed my face and buried it in his musky crotch.
"Suck it!" He demanded.
I pulled away and looked at his dick. It was massive! About 10Inches.. It was already lubed up, it smelt heavily of coconut. I shock my head in refusal.
"Fine." He moved around behind me, knelt down. He grabbed his monster cock and pushed it up against my tight virgin man pussy.
I felt him buck his hips, trying to push his monster sized cock into my tight ass, but it refused. I felt his hands on my hips, pulling me onto him as he pushed for a second time. I bit down as the pain surged up my body. For a third time he roughly bucked his hips, assaulting my ass. I felt the head pop in. The pain was almost unbearable, I tried to pull my ass away, but his grasp was to tight.
Suddenly he pulled my hips towards him, while roughly pushing himself onto me sending his cock further up my unyielding ass. I passed out.
I awoke to the sensation of his balls pressed tightly up against my ass, his entire dick inside me. It felt so weird. He slowly pulled his dick out, then he roughly rammed it in again. He started fucking my ass. At first it was painful, but as my ass got used to him I became aware of how good it felt. As he started pumping me harder and deeper, the pleasure grew and grew. I started counter fucking him. Pushing my ass onto his huge dick with his every thrust. It drove him wild, he started fucking like there was no tomorrow. Shoving his huge dick into me, then pulling it out. In, out.
"Damian!!" He shouted my name. Suddenly he grabbed my hips towards him, while burying his cock into me as deeply as he could. His head smashed onto my back as he let out a deep roar. Inside me, I felt his cock grow larger and then start throbbing and bucking inside me as spurt after spurt of his hot cum filled me. I felt his cum leak out my ass, down my legs. My body was filled with ecstacy. Suddenly my own dick came to life, cumming all over the bed.
I must have passed out because when I woke up it was about 11am. My whole body ached as I slowly got up. My head was throbbing painfully.
'Man, what happened last night?' I wondered as I got a drink of water.
I could remember the party, but what happened after that was really fuzzy. I concentrated harder. With a sudden flash it all came back to me. I could remember everything. Almost. I concentrated a bit harder, but I...
I could not remember who...