I was nineteen years old when my favorite cousin got espouse. She went all out in the calendar week leading up to the hymeneals - political party every night, alcoholic drink wherever you looked, and she even provided rooms for everyone who was in the wedding to stay in every night that workweek. It was especially amazing for me, because my best friend Joey was in the wedding too, since he was the groom's little brother.
I was scant and skinny, but with the beginnings of some muscle, since I had recently started working out. I had curly black hair's-breadth that was absolutely impossible to control. Joey was a footling taller than me, and was built nearly the like as me. He had smooth, glowering skin and cushy, unclean blonde hair. We did pretty much everything together - we hung out, played and look on sports, and worked out together.
The Tues of"wedding week,"we had gone out with the bridesmaid and gotten way beyond wasted, and each of us picked one of them up and slept with them. He had taken one back to the way we were sharing, and I had taken the other back to her way. 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 Midweek was where it got really crazy. We went out again and each took home plate a maid of honor again - but this metre 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 early bridesmaid. We were all so wasted that none of us wanted to leave and manoeuvre back to Joey and I's way, so we made a mute understanding that we would all just fuck in this room and discount the others.
Joey had been right. The sex with this fille was mind-blowing. He was having fun with the other bridesmaid, judging by all the cheap moans coming from their side of the room, which made it punishing to ignore them. All in all, it was a fantastic night.
On the Thursday, we went out yet again. We got unfathomably drunk again, and started debating over which girl which of us would fill base. Unfortunately, they heard us, got pissed, and left without us. We were so toast 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 cipher. Honestly, I couldn't even remember what I was laughing about. Joey laid there, centre closed and grinning, and kicked off his shoes. I kicked mine off as well, and for a second, there was secrecy. Then, I have no idea what came over me, but I knelt down and pulled off one of his windsock. It was crazy - I even took myself by surprise.
His foot was stark gabardine and faint garden pink compared to the dark tan skin of the eternal rest of his leg. I ran a finger's breadth down his foot. It was ardent from being in dress socks and shoes the whole night, but not sweaty. Joey let out a audio that was somewhere between a moan and a groan.
"Mmmm. What're you doing ?"
"nothing man,"I replied quietly, not knowing what I was doing myself,"just helping you get well-heeled since you're so wasted, haha."
He laughed a little, and I pulled off his other sock. His feet looked perfective, 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 dress off, but I couldn't see him going for that. But then, my alcohol soaked nous told me to just go for it.
"Hey man, how about a groundwork massage ?"
The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. His face crinkled in a slight scowl for a bit, but then I guess the alcohol in his system took over too. He gave a grunt of assent and relaxed.
I grabbed one of his substructure with both hands and began massaging it softly. After about xxx seconds of this, I switched to the other foot. A couple of times, he let out soft moans of pleasure. As I was massaging, I bent down and put a duet 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 worry about it dude."
Apparently, he wasn't worried about it. I kept sucking his toes, then switched to the other metrical foot. He was clearly enjoying it, and I was too. I began to lick the sole of his feet, savoring the taste and the feeling. His toes curled a little as the tip of my lingua traced up and down his foot. I unbuttoned my shirt and slipped out of it, then took off my pants as well, then knelt down at the foot of his bed in only if my bagger, 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 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 drunk as he was, his hands flew down to block me. I told him not to interest about it again, and he relaxed and let me unzip his pants and pull them down. He laid there, in nothing but his shorts, eyes still closed and wearing a pathetic little grin. His nipples were small and pointy, his belly flat and toned. I knelt back down and began kissing his breadbasket, making my way up, until I got so high school on his chest that I had to stand. I kissed his mamilla a bit and traced them with the tip of my spit. He moaned again, loudly this time.
I put my whole mouth on his nipple and sucked on it softly. It was amazing, and he was clearly loving it. I switched to the other nipple for a spell, and then went back to kissing his chest. I couldn't help but notice that his dick, flaccid when I had first taken of his pants, was now creating a nice little tent out of his boxers.
I let myself lay on top of him, our bodies rubbing together, base intertwined, our dicks rubbing on each other through our drawers. I lowered my lips gently onto his, and he tried to push away, though his spirit 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 here and now, then laid back down and let me summarise kissing him. He even let his lips open a bit so that I could luxate my natural language 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 slip my prick between his piano feet. It was an astound feeling.
Finally, at long lastly, I grabbed his hawkshaw. His body tightened up at first, but then relaxed. I spit on his cock and rubbed it in, making it slip and shiny, then sat on it very slowly. The tip slid in, then I slowly worked the residual of it in. He was so imbibe I don't think he could've done very much work anyway, so I did most of it. My ass was so soused, but his pecker 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 picayune painful, but in a wonderful way.
I leaned over and made out with him some more, his hawkshaw still in my ass. I'd estimate his shaft was around 6 inches prospicient and mean width. I moaned as he went in and out, in and out.
I climbed off him before he came. I rubbed my tool against his brim, and he parted them, taking half of my tool into this mouth all at once. He wrapped his lip lightly around it and sucked me better than I had ever been sucked before. The feel of his tongue on my pecker was indescribable.
When he finally released me, my dick was dripping with saliva. I crawled back down to the foot of his bed and licked his bastard a small, then worked my smooth, wet dick 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 knockout, slamming in and out of his ass, until finally I couldn't hold on anymore, and I emptied my load into his asshole. I left my dick inside him until I was trusted I was done. I pulled out, and a picayune thread of cum came with me, and a trivial bit of cum leaked out of his ass.
I then wrapped my mouth around his dick, and gagged because I tried to take it all at once. I tried again, just the tip first, then bass and rich, a little at a time, until I had the unharmed thing in my oral cavity. I bobbed up and down on it, savoring the appreciation, until, without warning, he exploded in my mouth. His warm, salty cum shot into my mouth, and I swallowed the whole load.
Unsure of how it had happened, but unbelievably glad it had, I collapsed side by side to him, and, naked, we fell asleep in each former's branch .