I was nineteen years old when my favorite cousin-german got married. She went all out in the hebdomad leading up to the wedding ceremony - party every night, alcohol wherever you looked, and she even provided rooms for everyone who was in the wedding to delay in every night that week. It was especially awe-inspiring for me, because my best friend Joey was in the wedding ceremony too, since he was the groom's minuscule brother.
I was short and skinny, but with the beginnings of some muscle, since I had recently started working out. I had curly pitch-dark hair that was absolutely impossible to command. Joey was a slight taller than me, and was built nearly the same as me. He had smooth, dark pelt and soft, muddy blond haircloth. We did pretty a great deal everything together - we hung out, played and watched sports, and worked out together.
The Tuesday of"wedding hebdomad,"we had gone out with the maid of honor and fuck off 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 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 Wed was where it got really crazy. We went out again and each took nursing home a bridesmaid again - but this prison term 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 pine away that none of us wanted to leave and head back to Joey and I's way, so we made a tacit understanding that we would all just fuck in this elbow room and ignore the others.
Joey had been right. The sex with this girl was mind-blowing. He was having fun with the other bridesmaid, judgment by all the trashy groan coming from their side of the elbow room, which made it hard 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 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 way. 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, middle closed and grinning, and kicked off his shoes. I kicked mine off as well, and for a irregular, there was secretiveness. Then, I have no theme what came over me, but I knelt down and pulled off one of his socks. It was nutcase - I even took myself by surprise.
His metrical foot was stark snowy and light-headed pinko compared to the dark tan skin of the rest of his leg. I ran a finger down his animal foot. It was affectionate from being in dress wind cone and shoes the whole night, but not sweaty. Joey let out a phone 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 comfortable since you're so wasted, haha."
He laughed a slight, and I pulled off his early 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 psyche told me to just go for it.
"Hey man, how about a foot massage ?"
The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. His face crinkled in a slight frown for a mo, but then I guess the alcoholic beverage in his system took over too. He gave a grunt of acquiescence and relaxed.
I grabbed one of his metrical unit with both handwriting and began massaging it softly. After about xxx seconds of this, I switched to the other foot. A couple of times, he let out indulgent moans of joy. 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 vexation about it dude."
Apparently, he wasn't worried about it. I kept sucking his toes, then switched to the other infantry. He was clearly enjoying it, and I was too. I began to lick the soles of his feet, savoring the taste and the tone. His toes curled a niggling as the tip of my clapper 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 metrical foot of his bed in only my boxer, still massaging and licking his feet.
I stopped for a hour and climbed up onto his bed so that I was kneeling over him on all foursome. I told him he should get more comfortable, and he grunted in agreement. I unbuttoned his shirt and helped him out of it, then tried to unwrap his gasp. Even as drunk as he was, his custody flew down to embarrass me. I told him not to worry about it again, and he relaxed and let me unzip his pants and pull them down. He laid there, in naught but his drawers, eyes still closed and wearing a silly trivial smile. His nipple 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 mellow 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 completely 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 while, and then went back to kissing his chest. I couldn't help but observance that his prick, flaccid when I had first taken of his pant, was now creating a nice minuscule collapsible shelter out of his boxers.
I let myself lay on top of him, our physical structure rubbing together, feet intertwined, our dicks rubbing on each former through our boxershorts. I lowered my rim gently onto his, and he tried to push away, though his substance clearly wasn't in the effort.
"No, I don't want to…"
"Don't headache 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 sassing open a bit so that I could sneak my tongue in. I slipped off my boxershorts, and then his, so that we were both completely naked, and both rock hard. I stood up again and slid my dick between his soft feet. It was an pose feeling.
Finally, at long net, I grabbed his dick. His body tightened up at outset, 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 rest of it in. He was so drunk I don't think he could've done much work anyway, so I did well-nigh of it. My ass was so nasty, 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 petty painful, 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 hawkshaw was around 6 column inch long and average breadth. I moaned as he went in and out, in and out.
I climbed off him before he came. I rubbed my dick against his sass, and he parted them, taking half of my dick into this oral fissure all at once. He wrapped his lips lightly around it and sucked me honorable than I had ever been sucked before. The smell of his tongue on my pecker was indescribable.
When he finally released me, my prick was dripping with saliva. I crawled back down to the foot of his bed and licked his SOB a little, then worked my smooth, wet peter into it. He was beyond closely, 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 handgrip on anymore, and I emptied my loading into his asshole. I left my dick inside him until I was sure I was done. I pulled out, and a niggling thread of cum came with me, and a little bit of cum leaked out of his ass.
I then wrapped my back talk around his pecker, and gagged because I tried to pack it all at once. I tried again, just the tip first, then thick and deeper, a piffling at a time, until I had the wholly thing in my oral fissure. I bobbed up and down on it, savoring the taste, until, without word of advice, he exploded in my mouth. His warm, salty cum shot into my oral cavity, and I swallowed the unit load.
Unsure of how it had happened, but unbelievably glad it had, I collapsed next to him, and, nude, we fell asleep in each other's arms .