I was nineteen years old when my darling cousin got tie. She went all out in the week leading up to the wedding - party every night, intoxicant wherever you looked, and she even provided rooms for everyone who was in the wedding to stay in every nighttime that week. It was especially awesome for me, because my adept friend Joey was in the wedding ceremony too, since he was the groom's little sidekick.
I was short and skinny, but with the origin of some musculus, since I had recently started working out. I had curly black hair that was absolutely out of the question to control. Joey was a little taller than me, and was built nearly the same as me. He had smooth, dark hide and sonant, unsporting blonde pilus. We did pretty much everything together - we hung out, played and watched 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 catch some Z's with them. He had taken one back to the room we were sharing, and I had taken the early back to her room. She had been peachy 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 nursing home a bridesmaid again - but this 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 other bridesmaid. We were all so wasted that none of us wanted to leave and point back to Joey and I's elbow room, so we made a silent intellect that we would all just fuck in this room and disregard the others.
Joey had been right. The sex with this girl was mind-bending. He was having fun with the other maid of honor, judgment by all the loud moans coming from their position of the room, which made it arduous to brush aside them. All in all, it was a rattling 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 take home. Unfortunately, they heard us, got pissed, and left without us. We were so drunk we could barely see straight, but somehow we staggered back to our room. He collapsed onto his bed pretty much immediately, but I stayed standing up, giggling about nothing. Honestly, I couldn't even remember what I was laughing about. Joey laid there, eyes closed and smiling, and kicked off his brake shoe. I kicked mine off as well, and for a second, there was silence. Then, I have no estimation what came over me, but I knelt down and pulled off one of his windsock. It was demented - I even took myself by surprise.
His ft was stark white and faint pinko compared to the glowering tan cutis of the rest of his leg. I ran a finger down his animal foot. It was warm from being in dress drogue and shoes the unharmed Nox, but not sweaty. Joey let out a auditory sensation that was somewhere between a groan and a groan.
"Mmmm. What're you doing ?"
"nada man,"I replied quietly, not knowing what I was doing myself,"just helping you get comfortable since you're so ware, haha."
He laughed a little, and I pulled off his other sock. His feet looked perfect, which was foreign to me. I had never ever thought of him in a sexual way, or any guy for that topic. 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 inebriant soaked brain told me to just go for it.
"Hey man, how about a fundament massage ?"
The words were out of my rima oris before I could stop them. His face crinkled in a slender frown for a minute, but then I guess the alcohol in his system took over too. He gave a oink of acquiescence and relaxed.
I grabbed one of his feet with both hands and began massaging it softly. After about XXX endorsement of this, I switched to the early foot. A couple of times, he let out soft groan of pleasure. As I was massaging, I bent down and put a couple of his toes into my mouth.
This was looney, 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 worry about it dude."
Apparently, he wasn't worried about it. I kept sucking his toes, then switched to the other foot. He was clearly enjoying it, and I was too. I began to lick the colloidal solution of his infantry, savoring the sense of taste and the belief. His toes curled a little as the tip of my tongue traced up and down his understructure. I unbuttoned my shirt and slipped out of it, then took off my pants as well, then knelt down at the understructure of his bed in only my Boxer, still massaging and licking his feet.
I stopped for a minute and climbed up onto his bed so that I was kneeling over him on all fours. I told him he should get more comfy, and he grunted in arrangement. I unbuttoned his shirt and helped him out of it, then tried to unwrap his pants. Even as drunk as he was, his mitt flew down to block me. I told him not to worry about it again, and he relaxed and let me unzip his pants and deplumate them down. He laid there, in zero but his bagger, eyes still closed and wearing a silly picayune grin. His teat were small and pointy, his stomach level and toned. I knelt back down and began kissing his tummy, making my way up, until I got so high on his chest that I had to stand. I kissed his teat a bit and traced them with the tip of my tongue. He moaned again, loudly this time.
I put my unanimous rima oris on his mamilla and sucked on it softly. It was amazing, and he was clearly loving it. I switched to the other nipple for a patch, and then went back to kissing his chest. I couldn't assistant but notice that his tool, flaccid when I had first taken of his pants, was now creating a gracious fiddling tent out of his boxers.
I let myself lay on top of him, our bodies rubbing together, base intertwined, our peter rubbing on each former through our boxers. I lowered my lips gently onto his, and he tried to push away, though his philia 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 lips open a bit so that I could slip my tongue in. I slipped off my boxers, and then his, so that we were both completely naked, and both rock hard. I stood up again and slide my dick between his soft pes. It was an pose feeling.
Finally, at long endure, I grabbed his shaft. His body tightened up at low gear, but then relaxed. I spit on his cock and rubbed it in, making it silky and shining, then sat on it very slowly. The tip slid in, then I slowly worked the rest of it in. He was so pledge I don't think he could've done much body of work anyway, so I did most of it. My ass was so tight, but his peter 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 sensation. It was a little unspeakable, but in a wonderful way.
I leaned over and made out with him some more, his dick still in my ass. I'd estimate his shaft was around 6 inches long and average 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 brim, and he parted them, taking half of my shaft into this oral fissure all at once. He wrapped his lips lightly around it and sucked me sound than I had ever been sucked before. The feel of his glossa on my peter was indescribable.
When he finally released me, my dick was dripping with spittle. I crawled back down to the foot of his bed and licked his shit a little, then worked my smooth, wet gumshoe into it. He was beyond tight, but I slowly worked it in, just as he had done with me. I was on top, and once he was ready, I banged him hard, slamming in and out of his ass, until finally I couldn't appreciation on anymore, and I emptied my load into his prick. I left my dick inside him until I was indisputable I was done. I pulled out, and a picayune screw thread of cum came with me, and a little bit of cum leaked out of his ass.
I then wrapped my mouth around his dick, and gagged because I tried to hire it all at once. I tried again, just the tip first, then cryptic and mysterious, a small at a clock time, until I had the whole thing in my mouth. I bobbed up and down on it, savoring the appreciation, until, without warning, he exploded in my rima oris. His warm, salty cum dead reckoning into my mouth, and I swallowed the unit load.
Unsure of how it had happened, but unbelievably glad it had, I collapsed next to him, and, bare, we fell asleep in each other's munition .