Anonymous

Okay, so I was drunk.

A friend from college had thrown a house party: his parents were away for the weekend, and accordingly his house had been turned into the venue for a massive piss up. Beer cans were strewn across the floor, spirits bottles littered the tables and you had to keep an eye out to avoid stepping on the abundance of shot glasses. Loud music pulsed from the expensive speaker system, and the throngs of people scattered through the kitchen, lounge and dining room were having a blast.

My host was in the year above me: he was a loud guy, confident, with short cropped chestnut hair, broad shoulders and dazzling blue eyes. He had recently broken up with his long term girlfriend, and was probably on the hunt for another. I picked up in this quite quickly, and by the time I was too drunk to do anything about it, I was flirting with him.

We sat on his sofa, amongst the crowds dancing, shrieking and drinking, me drunkenly admiring his muscled arms and he complying by showing them off. People around barely paid any attention: if anything, most of the attention was focused on his slag sister getting off with guy after guy. It was a bit of drunken fun, but we both knew we wanted more.

We continued for a while - I can't remember how long - downing shots, dancing, playing gay chicken. Eventually, I had enough.

"So," I said above the booming music. "I hear your girlfriend left you for a woman."

He started giggling. At any other time, he probably would have punched me, but under the influence of enough alcohol his infamous temper was under control.

"No!" he protested. "Nonsense"

His words slurred together. We could barely stay upright without swaying, and by the looks of it, the majority of the partygoers were in similar conditions.

"Maybe I got it the wrong way around," I replied, winking. "Did you leave her for a man?"

He stared at me for a moment. Then he grabbed my arm, and pulled me towards the stairs. We avoided the puddle of puke on the landing, ignored the intense groans coming from his sister's bedroom and continued up to the top storey, where his bedroom was.

As I stumbled through the door and onto his bed, he turned and locked it shut. I turned to lie on my back and look at him. He approached me slowly, unspeaking, his eyes full of lust. He jerked off his t-shirt to reveal his pale, smooth chest, slipping off his baggy jeans at the same time. I had enough time to remove my own shirt before his muscle-bound body fell between my legs.

His lips brushed mine, almost romantically. My eyes closed and I savoured the moment: his breath was soft against my cheek, his big hands ruffling my hair. Then the true incentive for our encounter became apparent. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I let him thrust his hips between my legs into the seat of my pants. His hands roamed my chest, while mine gently traced the contours of muscle along his back. Quickly, he was tugging at my trousers, and removed them with a series of deft tugs.

He lowered himself between my legs so his manhood pressed against mine, separated only by two thin layers of cotton. I could feel his, thick and heavy, bursting its way free. I ran my hands along his back amd slipped them into his boxers to feel his soft, round buttocks, and massaged them with my fingers. I used this as an excuse to pull at the elastic waistband and remove the underwear entirely. His erect cock sprang out, the foreskin partially retracted, gleaming with sweat and precum. I felt it, now free of its restraint, pushing into my belly where it had but a moment ago been level with my crotch. I let my hand find it, and slowly began to massage it. Between our passionate exchange of kisses, he let out an audible gasp from the contact.

He soon reciprocated, pulling down my own underpants to reveal my somewhat less impressive tool. He pushed the two together, rubbing them off in the same, massive hand. I lifted my legs from the bed to wrap them around his waist, bringing our loins ever closer together. His warmth enveloped me: even in my fuzzy, alcohol induced stupor, I recognised the sensuality of this moment.

He pulled away from kissing me, and gazed at my face. Not sweetly, like a boyfriend, but with a look of desire burning in his eyes - maybe even a snarl. He descending on my cock in a flurry of saliva, kneeling on the bed and massaging the base with one hand. I gasped, gently bucking my pelvis into his eager face as he did his best to swallow the entire shaft. His digit finger pushed into my hole, slowly at first but soon gaining depth and speed. I continued to take sharp intakes of breath, usually coinciding with the thrusts of his hand

Quite quickly, his lust overtook him. He gave me one, deep kiss that tasted strongly of dick, then lifted my legs over his shoulders. He reached into his bedside table to take out a packet of lube, which he ripped viciously with his teeth. Squeezing some onto his fingers, he discarded it and rubbed his engorged member with his wet hand. He then grasped my neck, and guided his cock towards my arse with his other hand.

There was a moment of burning pain as his head slipped past my sphincter, and my face screwed up in contortions. He slid the full extent of his shaft all the way in, much to my delight, and came to rest with my balls lapping against his pubic region. It did not take long for him to get going. Within seconds, this guy was pounding my arse, one hand holding my leg bolt upright in the air and his other clamped on my shoulder. He looked, strained, at my face, panting like an animal. I was totally out of control of my own mouth, which lolled open as moans escaped from my lips. My arse was now totally at ease with the penis boring its way into it, gently flexing in time with each thrust.

I had my fist clamped around my own, sturdy cock, jerking on it as fast as I could. His saliva meant it was wet in my hand, and so slipped in and out of my clenched fingers with relative ease. As his breath became more laboured, his pace decreased, and he withdrew from my hole with a popping sound. Determined to cum, I pushed him onto his back and straddled him. As I lowered myself onto his throbbing rod, we shared another kiss, salty with sweat.

Again, I allowed a second to become accustomed to the anal intrusion in this new position, then began to bounce. I started gently, but had soon built up the pace to a rapid slapping of my arse against his thighs. In this position, I felt the tip of his cock ramming home on some magical sensitive spot. My cock slapped against his stomach, twitching in ecastatic spasms. We moaned together, and he took a grip on my dick and helped me reach a climax.

I shuddered, mid thrust, as I shot my load across his chest. I dismounted his cock and slid mine deep into his throat, where my semen continued to spurt for a few seconds. I could feel him gag, then swallow, drawing me deeper into him. He didn't wait for long - as soon as my orgasm subsided he pushed my face into his pillow and began to drill me, doggy style. His thrusts were erratic from the start, and it was obvious he was close. I moaned gently, adding to his intense pleasure, and he came inside me. He continued to pump his swollen cock, in, out, in, out, his semen simply serving as addional lube. When he finally withdrew, he slapped my arse hard and I collapsed in a shivering heap on his bed.

He fell beside me, and pulled the duvet up to cover us both. We lay there in silence, spooning, his throbbing penis against my back. And it was like that, semen oozing from my arse, that we drifted to sleep.