I was nineteen years old when my pet cousin got get married. She went all out in the workweek leading up to the marriage ceremony - political party every night, intoxicant wherever you looked, and she even provided way for everyone who was in the wedding party to persist in every night that hebdomad. It was especially awe-inspiring for me, because my best friend Joey was in the wedding too, since he was the stableman's little brother.
I was short and skinny, but with the beginnings of some muscle, since I had recently started working out. I had curly black haircloth that was absolutely inconceivable to control. Joey was a slight taller than me, and was built nearly the same as me. He had smooth, grim pelt and cushy, dirty blonde pilus. We did pretty much everything together - we hung out, played and catch mutation, and worked out together.
The Tuesday of"wedding week,"we had gone out with the bridesmaids and gotten way beyond wasted, and each of us picked one of them up and slumber with them. He had taken one back to the room we were sharing, and I had taken the other back to her room. She had been great in bed, and when I talked to Joey the next day, he raved about the one he had slept with.
The Wednesday was where it got really crazy. We went out again and each took home a bridesmaid again - but this clock time we switched. Apparently, though, we hadn't communicated with each other very well, because when I got back to her room, Joey was already there with the former bridesmaid. We were all so skeletal that none of us wanted to leave and channelise back to Joey and I's way, so we made a silent understanding that we would all just fuck in this room and discount the others.
Joey had been right. The sex with this girl was mind-blowing. He was having fun with the other bridesmaid, judgement by all the tawdry moans coming from their incline of the room, which made it hard to neglect them. All in all, it was a grand night.
On the Thursday, we went out yet again. We got unfathomably wino again, and started debating over which young woman which of us would get dwelling. Unfortunately, they heard us, got pissed, and left without us. We were so booze we could barely see straight, but somehow we staggered back to our elbow room. He collapsed onto his bed pretty often immediately, but I stayed standing up, giggling about nix. Honestly, I couldn't even think back what I was laughing about. Joey laid there, heart closed and grin, and kicked off his shoes. I kicked mine off as well, and for a second, there was quiet. Then, I have no estimation what came over me, but I knelt down and pulled off one of his socks. It was crazy - I even took myself by surprise.
His substructure was bare bloodless and pass out pinko compared to the wickedness tan tegument of the rest of his leg. I ran a finger down his groundwork. It was warm from being in dress wind sock and shoes the whole dark, but not sweaty. Joey let out a phone that was somewhere between a groan and a groan.
"Mmmm. What're you doing ?"
"nil man,"I replied quietly, not knowing what I was doing myself,"just helping you get well-to-do since you're so lay waste to, haha."
He laughed a short, and I pulled off his other sock. His feet looked perfect, which was strange to me. I had never ever thought of him in a sexual way, or any guy for that matter. Suddenly though, all I wanted to do was rip all of his wearing apparel off, but I couldn't see him going for that. But then, my alcohol soaked brain told me to just go for it.
"Hey man, how about a metrical unit massage ?"
The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. His aspect crinkled in a tenuous frown for a moment, but then I guess the intoxicant in his arrangement took over too. He gave a grunt of assent and relaxed.
I grabbed one of his feet with both hands and began massaging it softly. After about thirty seconds of this, I switched to the other foundation. A mates of sentence, he let out soft moans of pleasance. As I was massaging, I bent down and put a couple of his toes into my mouth.
This was crazy, I thought to myself as I gently sucked on his toes. What was going on with me ?
"What're you doing,"he groaned again.
"Don't concern about it dude."
Apparently, he wasn't worried about it. I kept sucking his toes, then switched to the other substructure. He was clearly enjoying it, and I was too. I began to work the sol of his ft, savoring the preference and the tactual sensation. His toes curled a little as the tip of my tongue traced up and down his fundament. I unbuttoned my shirt and slipped out of it, then took off my bloomers as well, then knelt down at the foot of his bed in only my boxers, still massaging and licking his feet.
I stopped for a instant and climbed up onto his bed so that I was kneeling over him on all quadruplet. I told him he should get more comfy, and he grunted in agreement. I unbuttoned his shirt and helped him out of it, then tried to undo his pants. Even as drunkard as he was, his bridge player flew down to block me. I told him not to concern about it again, and he relaxed and let me unzip his pants and pull in them down. He laid there, in nothing but his bagger, eyes still closed and wearing a zany little grin. His pap were small and pointy, his stomach flat and toned. I knelt back down and began kissing his stomach, making my way up, until I got so richly on his chest of drawers that I had to stand. I kissed his pap a bit and traced them with the tip of my spit. He moaned again, loudly this time.
I put my solid lip on his nipple and sucked on it softly. It was amazing, and he was clearly loving it. I switched to the other mammilla for a piece, and then went back to kissing his chest. I couldn't help but notice that his pecker, flaccid when I had first taken of his bloomers, was now creating a Nice little tent out of his boxers.
I let myself lay on top of him, our bodies rubbing together, animal foot intertwined, our dicks rubbing on each former through our Boxer. I lowered my mouth gently onto his, and he tried to push away, though his pump clearly wasn't in the effort.
"No, I don't want to…"
"Don't worry about it man, it's nice."
He considered for a moment, then laid back down and let me resume kissing him. He even let his back talk open a bit so that I could slip my tongue in. I slipped off my pugilist, and then his, so that we were both completely naked, and both rock hard. I stood up again and slither my dick between his easygoing feet. It was an amazing feeling.
Finally, at long net, I grabbed his putz. His body tightened up at first, but then relaxed. I spit on his cock and rubbed it in, making it slick and sheeny, then sat on it very slowly. The tip slid in, then I slowly worked the residuum of it in. He was so fuddle I don't think he could've done much piece of work anyway, so I did nearly of it. My ass was so tight, but his dick seemed to fit it perfectly. I moved up and down on it, up and down, slowly first, then faster as I got used to the star. It was a little painful, but in a rattling way.
I leaned over and made out with him some more, his dick still in my ass. I'd estimate his dick was around 6 inches long and norm width. I moaned as he went in and out, in and out.
I climbed off him before he came. I rubbed my dick against his rim, and he parted them, taking one-half of my dick into this lip all at once. He wrapped his lip lightly around it and sucked me in force than I had ever been sucked before. The feel of his tongue on my dick was indefinable.
When he finally released me, my dick was dripping with saliva. I crawled back down to the fundament of his bed and licked his asshole a little, then worked my smooth, wet peter into it. He was beyond sozzled, but I slowly worked it in, just as he had done with me. I was on top, and once he was quick, I banged him hard, slamming in and out of his ass, until finally I couldn't hold on anymore, and I emptied my load into his dickhead. I left my dick inside him until I was sure as shooting I was done. I pulled out, and a piddling thread of cum came with me, and a lilliputian bit of cum leaked out of his ass.
I then wrapped my mouth around his prick, and gagged because I tried to take it all at once. I tried again, just the tip first, then inscrutable and deeper, a little at a time, until I had the entirely thing in my rima oris. I bobbed up and down on it, savoring the tasting, until, without word of advice, he exploded in my sassing. His warm, salty cum shot into my rima oris, and I swallowed the whole load.
Unsure of how it had happened, but unbelievably glad it had, I collapsed next to him, and, naked, we fell asleep in each other's arms .