Tyler Reed loves nothing more than topping a small, compact muscle boys. Coming in at 5’4” Marcos Mateo is definitely one of the small, compact muscle boys Tyler likes to dominate! The hot young man stood tall enough to suck Tyler’s nipples without bending over. Of course, it helps that Tyler is 6′+ how ever many inches! After Marcos sucked Tyler’s pecs he pushed the cocksucker down towards his cock. Marcos was more than happy to oblige. He opened his mouth, wrapped his lips around Tyler’s dick and sucked like a piglet until that manmeat was thick, hard, and throbbing. Then Tyler turned his attention to the greedy cocksucker’s bubble butt, knowing his thick piece would have to penetrate that puckered fuckhole…SOON! After a few minutes of raw fucking, both the camera man AND Tyler noticed some cum leakage. Despite Marcos denying that he’d been fucked and loaded before he came on set, Tyler knows the smell of another man’s cum. Naturally, this only fueled his desire to fuck the slut harder and deeper, pounding the whore into bareback submission like the true boycunt that he is. WOOF!
“The Conglomerate’s” latest straight jock victim Billy suffers through his gay bondage hell as straight guys line up to fuck his mouth and ass.
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The Forced Milking of Ryan Connolly – Part 5
Series: The Forced Milking of Ryan Connolly
Billy Lonnergan couldn’t believe what he’d just seen projected onto the giant screen of the darkened arena — footage of his idol, Xtreme fighter Ryan Connelly being force-fucked by mechanical copulation device. Wrists and ankles bound, muscled legs forced apart, the lean, copper-haired fighter had been lubed before having a 9 inch rubber dildo forced into his virgin ass again and again by a mechanical rutter. To add to the athlete’s humiliation a milking sleeve had been attached to his seven-inch, uncut cock. The sleeve pulled and caressed Connelly’s dick, sending conflicting waves of orgasmic bliss coursing thru him as his ass was breeched.
Now Billy Lonnergan stood, nearly on tiptoe, his own wrists bound to a chain link fence at shoulder level, his ankles tethered to the fence at shoulder’s width apart, and he had a pretty clear idea of what was about to happen.
The dense golden curls framing Billy’s face dripped with sweat, rivulets trailing down his forehead over white-blond brows. Thick flaxen lashes blinked the salty wetness from his ice-blue eyes — eyes determined not to show any fear. All he could remember from the night before was meeting his idol at the Xtreme Fighting competition, being invited back into the locker room, the bitter medicinal taste of the beer Connolley had given him … and then darkness. When he’d awoken, he was here — wherever “here” was.
“Did you enjoy the film, Billy?” the mechanical voice in the darkness asked.
“Fuck you faggot!” Billy defiantly returned.
“Now, now Billy, it’s homophobic statements like that which got you targeted for punishment in the first place,” the voice said with mock disappointment.
“Dude, you’re not shoving a dildo up my ass, for real!”
“Fair enough, Billy. We’ll acquiesce. You won’t have to ride the fuck machine as long under one condition…”
Now, with the threat of anal penetration removed, a grateful Billy gave in. “Sure, man! Anything. I swear!”
“For the next hour or so, Billy, you’ll be sucking cock.”
“I’ll be… what??? What the fuck kind of bargain is that???”
“Unfortunately it’s the ONLY bargain we have to offer you. And luckily, you’ve already agreed to it. We have, waiting in the next room, three servicemen… no, not just men whom you’ll be servicing, but some actual young heroes directly back from overseas. These men haven’t had any contact with a woman in months, and their balls are, understandably, quite full. Today Billy, YOU will be the lucky girl who gets to service them.”
“Fuck no, man!”
The voice went from friendly condescension to anger as it barked the following order, “Attach the ten inch dildo to the fuck machine, fire it up to full power and shove it up Billy Lonergan’s unlubricated ass!”
“No, no, man, don’t do that! All right…all right. I’ll be a cocksucker for you.”
“Very good Billy. Now, we need to do a little bit of preparation, because our servicemen will be seeing your face. Now Billy, you won’t have to worry that anyone will recognize you — we’ll be disguising you a bit.”
A battery of men stepped forward in the dark to prep Billy Lonnergan. One smeared hot wax onto his cheeks, upper lip and neck, removing any evidence of male stubble. Another used wax to shape his brown into a narrower arch. when they stepped away, a team of makeup artists glued false eyelashes to him and curled curled them, shadowed his eyes, lined and colored his lips a deep inviting shade of scarlet, attached clip-on earrings and doused Billy’s neck and ears with cheap scented perfume. Nothing needed to be done to the shoulder-length surfer-boy’s blond curls. When the team stepped away, Billy looked like a cheap two-dollar whore. A cheap two-dollar FEMALE whore.
An unseen guard unhooked Billy’s wrists from the fence, one at a time, attaching the each free hand to an adjustable longshoreman’s hook-and-chain, whose length could be controlled via mechanized pulley. The shadowy silhouette of the guard looked familiar, but Billy couldn’t figure out why.
A wall lowered from the ceiling in profile to the crowd, with a perfectly cut hole at waist level that allowed Billy to insert his face through. His face and ONLY his face could be seen by those on the reverse side.
“Billy, you are to say nothing to the servicemen. Non-verbal communication is the key, for if they discover that they have a man sucking their cock, well, you know how it is with straight guys. They’re liable to get … violent.”
Billy Lonergan thought back to the incident he’d bragged about .. breaking that fag’s nose in the school locker-room when he caught the kid checking him out while he was getting changed. Billy nodded, silently.
“Very good! You learn quickly! Bring in our guests.”
Three strapping young military men were ushered onto the stage accompanied by the sound of applause from the crowd. It was clear that each of the men had been selected because of his extraordinary good looks, phenomenal build and uber-masculinity. The military guys squinted in the bright lights but could not make out their audience. Still, they smiled at the applause.
“Gentlemen, welcome!” the voice began. “As you know we wanted to show our appreciation to you for risking your lives overseas but under one condition — when we approached you we asked if you were shy about showing off in front of an audience. Do you remember what you told us?”
The first guy, a muscular strawberry blond marine with a high-and-tight, said, “Fuck no! I don’t care who sees me as long as I get some prime head!”. The others nodded in agreement.
There was applause and laughter.
Billy looked down the line — a Latino soldier, a Black sailor stood beside the first guy. Each looked to be well over six foot tall and their uniforms stretched over well-muscled physiques. Worse, they each showed massive bulges in their pants indicating that Billy would more than likely be choking on at least 9 inches of cock apiece.
“But where are my manners, gentlemen?” the voice announced, “I haven’t introduced you to the beautiful young lady who has volunteered to give you a heroes’ welcome.”
A spotlight shone on Billy’s face and in the high intensity light, he truly did look like a beautiful woman. The military men could not believe their luck, high-fiving one another and throwing the hot girl winks. The warning not to speak rang in Billy’s mind, so he responded by running a tongue over his lips to make them even more inviting, and the crowd exploded in approval.
The strawberry blonde was moved into place beside the wall, and encouraged to take out his cock. When he revealed 9 inches of thick uncut dick, the crowd applauded and he took a bow. Then, facing the girl he instructed her, “Kiss it, bitch”
Billy puckered his lips as the marine brought the huge knob to his mouth. Billy planted soft wet kisses on the head, leaving little red lip-prints which instantly got the marine rock hard. “Open wide, honey.”
Billy let his lips part and extended his tongue, providing the perfect hole for the young marine to plug. As the huge cockshaft pierced Billy’s mouth, the marine began unbuttoning his uniform shirt. “I’m gonna work up a sweat honey,” he said with a wink.
The crowd applauded, as much for the marine’s attitude as for the smooth, freckled body-builder’s chest he revealed. Humping his hips forward and pulling them back as he mouth-fucked the hot little babe, his abs tightened into plates of pure muscle. “Fuck yeah, sweetie, slurp on daddy’s dick,” the nineteen year old marine sighed. Spit oozed from the corner’s of Billy’s lipsticked mouth and onto the marine’s balls. The marine started to go rigid, pulled his cock from the girl’s mouth and said, “Shit baby, I’m gonna come. Where do you want it?”
Silently, Billy extended his tongue to indicate he wanted the cum in his mouth. With two hands the marine began to furiously beat his meat, the head appearing and disappearing from the folds of foreskin a little bit redder each time. The marine held still for a moment, and then with an intensity not to be believed, hosed months of stored cum across Billy Lonnergan’s tongue. Billy struggled to swallow and extend his tongue in time for the next blast… and the next… and the next. “Atta girl, swallow it all.” When he was done, the marine presented his cock to be tongue washed and then staggered back in line.
“How was that?” the voice asked.
“Fucking AWESOME,” the young marine responded with a goofy grin.
The make-up crew stepped up to re-apply some lipstick to Billy’s mouth — the first application had been virtually fucked off. Next, the latino stepped up.
“Mami, you gonna like what I got for you.” He pulled off his shirt, dogtags jingling against the caramel-colored skin of his rounded pecs. Unbuttoning his pants, he fished out a huge, dark, uncut cock… fat and curved.
“You gonna have to work to get all this. Get that mouth on here.”
He shoved his fat knob into Billy’s mouth, and Bill’s lips and tongue peeled the foreskin back. The latino soldier began piston-fucking his knob in and out of the hot wet chasm, resting his palms against the wall for leverage. Each fuckstroke caused his balls to BOUNCE against the beautiful cock-sucker’s chin. Salty pre- cum glazed Billy’s tongue.
“I’m getting your tongue nice and wet with my cock-sauce, baby, ‘cuz when I cum, it’s gonna be down your throat!”
Billy’s eyes went wide, and there was laughter from the audience.
“You ready, mami?”
Billy tried to shake his head, “No” but the latino didn’t care?
“Can I grab this bitch’s head?” he asked.
“Anything you like, hero,” the voice over the loudspeaker responded.
The latino knotted his fingers through the dense curls. “Whew,” he exhaled, “I’m glad no wig came off in my hands. For a second I was worried this was a tranny or a faggot. Now that I know she’s a girl, she earned this load.”
He began fucking the mouth with all his might, and from behind the silhouetted guard gripped Billy’s hips to prevent him from moving from the face-hole. The Latino began muttering in Spanish, the volume getting louder and louder until it was clear that he was force-feeding a thick load of protein directly down Billy’s throat. Billy choked and gagged, much to the delight of the crowd. After seven or eight blasts, the latino pulled out, wiped his dick clean in Billy’s hair, and said, “You a great cock-sucker, baby.”
Once again, the make-up team re-did Billy’s make-up as the Black stud stepped into place. Wordlessly he undid his pants and fished out ten inches of ebony cock, as thick around as a wrist. The knob was a beautiful pink mushroom that stood in contrast to a jet black shaft.
“You better hold this cunt still back there…she gonna try to get away.”
Reacting to the instructions, the guard behind Billy tightened his hold on Billy’s hips. The black sailor began to feed his cock into the mouth of his prey. “Girl, you best relax, cuz your throat IS gonna get fucked.” In a long steady thrust, the black sailor fed his dick right down Billy’s spasming, choking throat and held it there for a moment, to show him who was in charge. Billy’s body began to convulse desperately for air, and the black sailor laughed before withdrawing a few inches allowing him air. “Now you be a good girl, and suck ALL of this big dick, and we’ll both have some fun. ” Billy nodded. “And back there, you make sure she don’t move too much”.
From behind, Billy heard movement as the silicon milker was attached to his cock. An electronic whir, and suddenly the silicon sleeve began to heat up, squirting lubricant over his enslaved dick, and beginning a rhythmic grip-and-release just as the black cock in his mouth began its next descent into the depths of his throat.
Billy still choked on the cock, but now the hot wet pleasure around his cock made the gagging almost tolerable. “Yeah girl, that’s the way to do it,” the black sailor moaned. “Imma have to get your number after this, so you can suck this dick all the time.”
The black stud began to pick up speed, and the guard flipped a switch that matched the speed on Billy’s cock-milker. “Ooh girl, you keeping’ up with me good. Imma have to feed you some dick-sauce baby girl.”
Billy was too delirious with the pleasure on his own dick to care about swallowing another salty load of cock-milk. He heard the tearing of a rubber packet behind him, and peripherally saw the metallic golden flutter of a tea-bag sized wrapper fall through the air. The sound of rubber being rolled over skin, and before he could react, the feel of hot cock invading his anus. He tried to scream but had ten inches of black cock down his throat. From either end he was being impaled as his own cock was being electronically manipulated towards orgasm.
Billy’s nose was pressed into the musky, nappy curls of the sailor as the black man nutted down his throat. “Good gawd, yes…” he heard as the sailor flooded his throat. From behind, the pounding of his ass sped up too. He heard sighing… a familiar voice barely heard…and he know it was his idol Ryan Connolley. Ryan’s cock was deep in his ass, fucking him with the same strength that the fighter applied to his opponents. Connolley laid his sweaty chest across Billy’s back, fucking him with greater leverage, and the fighter felt his opponent weaken and submit. Claiming his victory, Ryan blasted 9 thick cumblasts into the hot tight hole. As he did, he reached around to tease Billy’s sensitive titpoints with his rough hands sending Billy blissfully over the edge. Billy filled the silicon sleeve with thick potent cum. The sleeve fed into tubing and was collected into a beaker — his load to be auctioned off to the highest bidder.
The black sailor pulled his dick from the beautiful girl’s mouth and cock-slapped her a few times as he said, “Good job, ho’”
The audience applauded as the military men were ushered out, and the wall was lifted out of view revealing Ryan Connolley balls deep inside deflowered ass of his vanquished young fan.
Billy Lonergan’s cheeks blushed crimson. But then, his soft, androgynous… almost pretty face… would have had a natural blush, even if his captors hadn’t painted the slim blond Xtreme fighting fan’s face with cosmetics. His full lips were painted the scarlet color that whore’s wear, his lashes enhanced, and crystal blue eyes lined with coal. Billy had been chained into a bent position by his unseen captors in an arena of some kind, his face inserted into a wide glory hole, and mouth-raped by a trio of horny young military men on leave as entertainment for a stadium full of faggots intent on punishing him for his homophobic comments and actions. Worse still, they had somehow convinced his idol, Xtreme fighter Ryan Conolly to sodomize his ass while Billy’s cock had been inserted into an automatic milking machine. Much as he fought to resist it, his balls had been forcibly emptied as Ryan emptied his own nutsac into Billy’s virgin hole.
Now, in the harsh glare of the lights, Billy dangled from the chains, his biceps and traps glistening with sweat as they ached under the strain. Ryan Connolley still stood behind him, the Xtreme fighter’s fluffy copper nest of pubes pressed against the perfectly rounded globes of Billy Lonergan’s freshly deflowered ass. Seven inches of steel-hard cock still pulsed within his assails. Billy moaned slightly as he felt his idol’s creamy seed leak from the stretched hole and down his tanned thighs making a thick river through the golden hairs on his muscular legs.
“Good job, Billy,” the disembodied voice on the loudspeaker said. “Ryan, how was that ass?”
“Prime,” the slender, copper-curled Irish thug groaned, using the same word Billy had heard him use time and time again when the athlete had been asked about each fighter he’d conquered. Now Billy Lonergan knew that Ryan Connolley OWNED his ass.
“Yes,” the voice snickered, “that’s what our high bidder said about Billy’s creamy load after he’d swallowed every drop.”
Billy remembered that the milker was attached to a collection beaker and the none…no ten strong blasts of cum he’d ejaculated had nearly filled the glass, which was then auctioned off to an unseen bidder.
“Well, no rest for the weary, Billy! It’s time for phase two. I’m afraid you’re going to have to slip your cock out of Billy’s ass, Ryan. We have some guests who’s like to use it.”
Before Billy could protest, Ryan’s cock slipped out of his hole and he was spun around on the chain so that he was facing Ryan and his ass was level with where the glory hole had been. Once more the wall came down, and the perfect, hairless globes of Billy’s freshly abused ass were pressed against the opening.
“You know the rules Billy. No talking while you’re being fucked or you’ll give away your little secret. To insure that you don’t make a sound, Ryan, why don’t you stuff something into Billy’s mouth.”
The audience had a clear view of the ripped athlete, his cock still rock hard and level with Billy Lonergan’s perfectly pouty lips. Billy, defeated began to ask why his idol had sold him out like this, but before he could utter a sound, his mouth was stuffed full of cock. First, just the knob filled the gaping cavity and Ryan whispered, “Suckle on it… keep it nice and wet.” There was something unspoken in this…the tacit implication that if Billy did a good job, he would soon be choking on a mouthful of cum.
Once again, the loudspeaker announced the arrival of some guests, and as the stage lights got brighter, Billy could also hear three guys being ushered onto the stage.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the voice announced, “we have two young men here straight from their graduation ceremonies! We thought it would be a nice way to congratulate these young scholars, by giving them the hottest, sweetest, tightest ass to fuck and the beautiful young thing behind the wall over there, has volunteered. Isn’t she gorgeous guys?”
Billy heard two young male voices agree, and there was no hiding the excitement in their voices. “That’s the prettiest ass I ever saw,” one of them said, and to Billy’s horror he realized it was his friend from the neighborhood, Tonio. Tonio was Italian — tall, lean, jet black hair with an olive complexion. Billy had heard Tonio brag a bunch of times about how he’d ruined a girl’s pussy with his fat italian salami. Today, Billy Lonergan was going to be on the receiving end.
“Fuck yeah,” another voice agreed, and Billy realized that was Big Mike, the body- builder. The guy could bench press 350, and had 19″ guns, and a 48″ chest that tapered down to a 30″ waist. Billy had seen Big Mike in amateur competitions, and he was like a statue of a Greek God. What was worse, his posing strap did little to hide his 8″ dick.
They tossed a coin to see who was going to go first, and Tonio won.
“Go easy on her boys,” the voice chuckled.
“Fuck that!” Tonio answered, “I already see she got fucked today. I’m showing this bitch no mercy.”
Billy shuddered, both in anticipation of the long, dark, fat cock that was about to eviscerate him and in fear that he’d somehow be discovered by these neighborhood boys, his friends. If they knew it was him, he’d forever be their bitch.
He felt Tonio’s rough-calloused hands on his smooth butt. “This ass is perfect, mami. It’s a shame what I’m gonna do with it.”
Billy felt the fat cock SLAP against his cheeks and the crowd went wild. Tonio got all goofy, playing to the crowd. “You think I should feed this dick to this chick?” he asked.
A chorus of “yesses” rose through the air, and Tony placed the burning knob of his dick against the pink hole. He felt it pucker and release. “Oooh, you want it, huh baby?” Billy puckered his hole again, in response. “You got it!”
Bracing one hand against the wall, and the other guiding his massive cock into the tight little opening, Tonio pushed forward…steadily…steadily…til a dark black bush of hair was pressed against the beautiful ass mounds. He could hear soft moaning, muffled by…something.
“This bitch got a cock in her mouth on the other side?” Tonio asked
“Yes she does, Tonio,” the voice replied, “we knew there’d be some screams to muffle.”
“You fucking got THAT right!” Tony laughed as he took a deep breath and started to ride his long fat cock in and out of the breeched hole. “So sweet…he moaned….so tight….it’s like this cunt is milking my cock.”
As if on cue, the milker was slipped over Billy’s cock, and Billy was overwhelmed with sensations. Sucking on his idol’s dick, being fucked in the ass by the neighborhood pussy-hound and having his own cock pneumatically caressed let Billy breathless and snorting thru his nose.
“Fuck baby girl, I can’t hold back. You ready for some ass-babies?”, Tonio grunted as his nuts tightened. Before Billy could answer, Ryan slipped his cock deeper, his knob pressed up against the opening of Billy’s throat. He began to force-fuck Billy’s mouth just as Tonio BLASTED deep within the captive ass. When Tonio cummed, so did Billy — shooting thick cream into the collecting beaker. “Shit girl, you are cumin with me, I can feel it. This shit is hot!”
Tonio pulled his cock free, and the crowd applauded.
“Big Mike, you are up at bat…and that’s a pretty big bat!”, the voice chortled.
As Billy panted, in between Ryan’s fuck-thrusts into his mouth, Big Mike stepped up. “Get that ass over here, whore” he moaned, grabbing each cheek as he brought his dick forward.
Big Mike’s cock was SWALLOWED by the freshly fucked ass, and in appreciation, Mike moaned, “Girl, you want this dick so bad? I’m gonna split your ass open.”
With both hands braced against the wall, the body-builder SLAMMED into that ass with full force. Again and again he used 225 lbs of muscle leverage to pond forward, making the wall shake with each fuck-thrust.
“Take my dick, whore,” Mike groaned as he picked up speed, jack-hammering his cock into the “girl’s” tiny hole. Meanwhile, Ryan Connoley was matching Mike stroke for stroke. Mike could hear slurping, moaning, gagging, and it only made him fuck the slut harder.
“Dude,” Mike called out over the wall to Ryan, “cum in her mouth while I hose her ass.
Ryan called back, “You got it man…you ready?”
“Fuck yeah, I can cum on cue,” the bodybuilder laughed. “5…4….3…2….1″
Billy Lonergan began to choke on a hosing of cock-milk filling his mouth from the front just as Big Mike let loose with cannon-blast after cannon-blast of jizz right up his hole.
When Big Mike heard the gagging, he called out “Fuck yeah man, give it to her. Her ass can barely take my cock AND my load.”
It was true. A flood of white cream was overflowing the perimeter of Big Mike’s fuck-stick, glazing Billy’s ass-cheeks and thighs. Big Mike pulled out in mid-blast, shooting one, two, three stripes of thick white cream across the mounds of Billy Lonergan’s ass. This triggered Billy’s second load, which filled the beaker nearly to the top.
The neighborhood ass-fuckers were quickly ushered out to applause, and the wall was raised revealing the suppliant Billy Lonergan, ass painted white with jizz, his lips still wrapped around Ryan Conolley’s cock.
The voice immediately started bidding for the nearly full beaker of Lonergan Cum, and it sold for nearly $10,000. Billy was too busy to notice, licking Ryan Connoley’s cock clean. As his tongue lapped up the last of the sweet cream from Ryan’s cockhead, he looked up at the sweat-streaked body of his idol. Up, past the deeply ridged obliques; past the eight defined plates of abdominals; up over the round smooth peeks capped with rock hard nipples the color of cinnamon; into Ryan Connolley’s unwavering green eyes. Billy Lonergan wrapped his lips protectively around Ryan’s still-hard cock, and Ryan Connolley nodded and smiled.
A married man can’t control his gay fantasies about his straight best friend so he gets him drunk, ties him up and lives the dream!
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Taking Care of My Best Friend
I couldn’t believe it. I was having a gay fantasy about my best friend. I’m 35 and happily married. I’ve known Brian for 17 years, over half my life, ever since we were both juniors in rival high schools back in Delaware. We went to the same college and were roommates for 3 years. He played basketball while I went the academic route. We moved out to California together and eventually ended up working for the same company. We’re both married and our wives, who are also good friends, are both pregnant. So why am I thinking like this? Am I that horny? Maybe it’s because I haven’t had sex a while. Ever since my wife got pregnant she hasn’t had a desire for sex, and lately, well, let’s just say my hand has been getting a good workout.
Brian is 6’6″, about 220 lbs, and is still in great shape. He has sandy brown hair, brown eyes, and a goatee that looks great on him. I’d say he was a dumb jock, but he’s far from dumb. But he is a jock, and a really nice guy. He’s standing in front of my desk, slightly adjusting himself. I’ve seen him naked hundreds of times, from high school to just the other day (we go to the same gym), but up until yesterday I’d never thought twice about him. He’s about 7 inches soft (I’ve never seen him hard) and has good sized balls, all of which he packs into full cut white Hanes briefs. He jokes that his boys need a house. He’s not kidding! Yeah, he packs them nicely. And his butt. Wow! Talk about nice and round. It looks firm, but then I’ve never felt it… Well, except for the occasional pat during a game, but all jocks do that, and to be honest, I don’t even remember how it felt.
Mandy, Brian’s wife, is out of town visiting her mom for a couple of weeks. Brian is flying out to see her Monday. My wife’s in Phoenix for the weekend. Her sister just had a baby.
I had a dream about Brian last night–a wet dream. Ever since then I’ve been thinking of some way to get my hands on him. Down his pants. I think I’ve figured it out. We’re going down to Cecil’s after work to watch the Lakers game. Brian is a huge Lakers fan. If I can get him drunk maybe I can have my way with him. For being such a big guy, Brian can’t handle his liquor. Never has been able to, either–especially the hard stuff. In fact, he all but quit drinking when he and Mandy got married a few years ago. Just a few beers now and then. Back in college, though, if he was drinking anything other than beer… watch out! Three or four mixed drinks or shots and he was wrecked. Drunk off his ass. I remember a couple of nights when Brian woke up the next morning with no memory of the night before. Once we were in Atlantic City and after getting nice and buzzed we’d gone to a strip club and then cruised in a limo for the rest of the night. The next morning the only thing Brian remembered was drinking at the casino. No memory of the lap dance, the limo ride. Nothing! He had a total gap of 6 hours! Well, if I could get him drunk tonight.
“Hey, Rick. Are you even listening? Rick!” I snapped out of it as Brian tapped my shoulder.
“Oh, sorry man,” I murmured. “I guess I kinda spaced. What were you saying?”
“I was saying that it’s about time to head on out,” he said, pointing to the clock on the wall. “The game starts at 6:00 so if we leave now we’ll have just enough time to get to the bar.”
“Cool,” I said, powering down my computer and grabbing my briefcase. “Let’s hit it.”
Twenty minutes later we were sitting at our usual booth down at Cecil’s Bar and Grill. I was drinking my normal Vodka tonic and I had ordered Brian a Seven and Seven. Actually, I was drinking only tonic, but Brian didn’t know.
We ordered some appetizers and I kept going to the bar to replenish our drinks.
After a while I noticed a change in Brian. I could tell by his eyes and the way he was talking that the alcohol was beginning to do it’s work. All I had to do was feed him a couple of drinks an hour and his night would be one big blur.
He nudged my shoulder and shook his head. “I think I’ve had enough!” He was talking a little too loudly–a good sign for me.
I laughed and patted him on the back. “Come on, pal! This is your night. I drove, remember? Beside, tomorrow’s Saturday.”
“Yeah, okay. But I gotta piss, man.” He stood up, too quickly, and knocked an empty dish from the table. I watched as he bent over to pick it up, his pants clinging to his ass. I could see the outline of his briefs and I had to restrain myself from reaching out.
I watched as he made his way back to the table, weaving all the way. His fly was open. In fact, it was open so wide that I could see his shirt and underwear. I smiled. He flopped down heavily into his chair, smiling his goofy smile back at me. “I think I’m fucked up,” he said.
“Yeah, and your fly’s open, dumbshit!”
His eyes widened as he looked down. “Oh shit! Thanks, man.” He began to laugh.
As he tried to zip up I looked at him. For some reason I found myself totally attracted to him. My best friend! I felt myself going hard as he continued to awkwardly fumble with his zipper. Part of me wanted to reach over and grab his crotch. Finally he got it zipped.
“Here,” I said, standing up. “Let me get you another drink.”
“Hey, hey, easy man,” he said. “I’m good.”
I ignored him and walked to the bar. I ordered a Seven and Seven for Brian, tonic for me, and a double whiskey neat. I poured the extra whiskey into Brian’s drink. The drunker he was…
He was watching the game when I got back to the table, munching on pretzels. I pushed to drink to him. “Bottoms up,” I said, raising my glass. He smiled at me through bleary eyes and drank. If he tasted the extra alcohol, he didn’t say.
I ordered him one more drink before we left. By the time we left he was having a hard time walking. As I helped him into the jeep I let my hand roam to his ass. He had no clue. I laid my hand heavily on his crotch while I buckled him into his seat. Still nothing. I leaned the seat back for him and told him to lie back. By the time I pulled out of the parking lot he was snoring softly, his lips slightly parted.
Instead of going straight to his house I stopped at an adult bookstore. I locked the car doors and went into the store. I was embarrassed, but my horniness took over. It took me a few minutes to find what I was looking for: wrist restraints, lube and poppers. Brian was still asleep when I got back to the jeep.
I pulled into his driveway and leaned over him to get his keys from his pocket, making sure to explore a little while I fished. I rubbed his soft cock through his suit pants and he moaned. I looked up at him. Still asleep. I helped him out of the jeep. He could hardly walk and he leaned heavily on me as I helped him through the front door and to his room. I laid my bag from the adult bookstore on the night stand. I sat Brian on the bed and sat down next to him. He was unsteady and had to lean against me to avoid falling over. His eyes were glazed, his breathing was a bit rushed and his lips were moist and slightly parted. I put one arm around his waist to steady him and the other on his crotch. He had a nice sized bulge and as I began rubbing it I could feel it grow slightly. He started to moan and his head lolled from side to side. While continuing to rub his crotch through his pants, I took my other arm, still wrapped around his waist, and pulled his shirt and t-shirt from his pants. I snaked my hand under the t-shirt and up his stomach to his chest.
I moved my hand back and forth, alternately plucking and twisting his now hardening nipples. His bulge continued to grow. I blew in his ear, flicked my tongue in and out, and nibbled his ear lobe, all the while twisting his titties. He began to resist, pushing against me, but I held tight. I opened the bottle poppers with my thumb and held it under his nose while tightly twisting one of his nipples. I told him to sniff and he inhaled deeply. His body jerked and he began babbling as the aroma threw him into a sexual high. He was off balance now, not knowing where the next sensation was coming from, but obviously enjoying them. I pulled him the rest of the way on the bed and laid him down. He was moaning and groaning from the sensations, his body thrashing. While continuing the titty torture I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. I could see the waistband of his white Hanes Classics briefs! He moaned again and I gave him another hit of the poppers. I decided to take a hit myself. Wow! They were fucking fantastic! I had never tried anything like that. My head was spinning and I could feel my crotch growing.
I maneuvered myself so I was on stop of Brian in a straddling position. I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled his t-shirt up to his neck. I almost drooled as I stared at his broad, smooth chest. I leaned in and began nibbling at his rubbery cones.
As he moaned I could feel him growing harder under me. I got off him and traced my hand down over his stomach and to the mound in his pants. I slowly pulled his zipper down and watched as his huge white bulge spread the material apart. I took another deep breath of poppers and then ran the back of my hand softly over his crotch. I worked his slacks down to his knees and stopped to take a look. There was Brian McEachern, my best friend, and now the object of my desire, lying on his bed in bulging white briefs. He was completely out of it and unaware that my hands were exploring every inch of his hot, magnificent body. His eyes were open, but they were glazed and unfocused, and his head was rolling back and forth. I lifted his head off the bed, put the bottle of poppers under his nose and made him inhale again.
I slipped off his shoes and stripped his slacks off completely. I took out the restraints. I fastened one end to a bed post and cuffed the other end around Brian’s wrist. I did the same with the other. Then I spread his legs apart and kneeled between them, softly cupping his huge bulge which was still covered by his briefs.
“Hey there, Prince Charming,” I whispered, knowing he could hear me but would never remember anything that was happening. “How are you feeling?” I ran my fingers through his hair, stroking his ear.
“Mmmmm…” he moaned drunkenly. I my hand up his inner thigh, over his crotch and up to his nipples, softly tickling all the way. My other hand stopped stroking his hair and now massaged his crotch.
“Here, buddy” I said, putting a bottle of whiskey to his lips, “drink this.”
I lifted his head and thrust the bottle in his mouth. His mouth was quickly filled with the liquor. He tried to spit it out, but I pushed his head back and stroked his throat with my other hand. He swallowed, drinking at least three more shots.
“Good boy,” I said. Setting the bottle down and wiping Brian’s mouth and chin. “Very good. You should be feeling relaxed really soon.” I reached inside his bulging briefs and ran my thumb over his shaft and head. It was sticky with pre-cum.
His nipples were erect. I had never realized how big they were. Almost like bullets. I wet my fingers and continued to pluck at them and rub his crotch. “Well, what do we have here,” I said, my hand coming to rest on Brian’s bulging crotch. By now his hips had begun to rock, slowly thrusting up and own. “It looks like you’re enjoying this. How about some more of this?”
I put the bottle of poppers under his nose again. “Here, inhale.”
“Ooohhh,” he moaned as the aroma threw him into a sexual high. “Oh, fuck, oh fuck!” I put the bottle to his other nostril and he inhaled again. “Unnhhh!”
While his hips continued to thrust I pulled off my already loosened tie and lightly gagged him. Then I slipped his briefs down. His dick now exposed. It was about 10 inches erect! His balls were each about the size of an egg. I took two fingers and began to rub the knob, which was now leaking pre-cum. Brian tried to avoid the sensations by hunching his body, but I sat on his legs and continued the assault. My hands alternated between his nipples and his cock. That, along with the combination of whiskey and poppers, was keeping the big stud off balance. He was higher than a kite and gave in to the delicious torture.
My fingers crawled up from his nipples to his drooling mouth. I was surprised when he began to suck on them. I felt my own crotch tingle. I clamped my lips around his left nipple and he moaned in pleasure. He was so drunk and high that he didn’t seem to know where (or who) the sensations were coming from.
I looked down at his throbbing cock. Fuck! Up until this night I had never even had a sexual thought about a guy and here I was working over my best friend! I shrugged my shoulders. Bending down I took his swollen cock into my mouth, almost choking. His cum tasted both salty and sweet. I started to suck.
“Unnggghhh! Fuck! Oh man, oh man!” He was almost screaming. My mouth pulled off him slowly and my soft tongue began swirling over his cock head. I wrapped one hand around his shaft and cupped and jiggled his balls with the other. I reached over and grabbed the lube and coated my fingers. I began to bob my mouth up and down on his cock while I slipped a finger into his tight virgin hole and began to probe.
“Shit, shit, shit!!!” Brian screamed through his gag. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!”
I plunged my finger deeper up Brian’s asshole, rubbing the prostate while his hips were bucking wildly. His long toes were curled and his thighs were spread wide. With one final pinch of a tit and poke of the finger, Brian’s dick knob expanded and then exploded. I pulled off as he shot wad after wad of thick cum into the air and onto his chest. His muscles went rigid and he began howling and thrashing about as I kept jacking him until every drop of cum had been worked from him. Then I began to work my tongue like a lathe over his dick head again. His hips jerked and rolled, desperately trying to keep the ticklish sensation of my tongue from lapping at his overworked cock head. I just kept nursing on the cock with Brian begging and pleading him to stop.
“Oh, fuck man! Oooohhhhhh…. stop!!! Please!!!” But as long as my finger was up his ass and my lips were wrapped around his cock he was unable to relax it and make it go soft. After ten more minutes of sucking and bobbing anal probing, Brian came again. This time I swallowed it all. Every drop. Hell, I’d gone this far. Why not?
Brian has passed out after his orgasm and I smiled as I looked up at his peaceful face. I began to feel guilty for what I’d done. But there wasn’t anything I could do about it now.
I decided to get him dressed. I figured I’d put all his clothes back on, except his shoes, and lay him out on his bed. Tomorrow morning he would just think that I helped him upstairs and let him pass out. He would never suspect that anything else had happened.
I slipped his briefs back up and rested my head on his full crotch for a while, wishing I had a camera. Maybe when we went fishing next month… I’d bring some whiskey, the poppers and a Polaroid camera. Get the big stud drunk again… maybe get him to suck my cock this time… Poor Brian would have no clue. Again.
I finally got him dressed–auit coat and all. Except his tie, which he had taken off at the bar. Once I got the big stud dressed again I let him flop onto the bed. He curled up in a ball, his big butt sticking up at me–smooth, round, firm. I licked my lips, softly squeezing and massaging his ass cheeks. Something came over me. I had to have him again. My hand crawled over, unzipped his fly and reached in. He had gone soft–nothing a few seconds of cock massage wouldn’t cure!
Taking my tie, I bound his wrists loosely behind his back and rolled him onto his back. The dazed stud was trying to move his arms, but he was too hammered to put up any kind of a struggle. I undid his belt once again and opened his pants. I sat him up and onto my lap and let his pants fall to his ankles in a puddle. For some reason it turned me on. Having a big, drunk, hunky, dazed stud sitting on my lap half-dressed and helpless was almost too much… His head was lolling. I put the poppers under his nose and he took a big hit. He did it almost automatically. He was drooling and babbling as I began a slow, insidious massage through his nice white briefs. He was getting hard again and I kept him off balance with random hits of the poppers. I spread his legs a bit and slid my hands between his legs. I could feel the heat from his big, trapped balls. I slipped my fingers under the leg and tickled at his sweaty scrotum. I probed until I found his hole and I worked my finger in. He began to quiver, still in the sexual high from the poppers and I worked my finger around more. A moan escaped his lips and I knew I had found his prostate. I continued frigging him until I felt him shudder in my arms. His hips bucked a few times and I knew he was flooding his clean white briefs with a load of sticky jizz. I smiled as I saw the spreading wet spot.
I pulled his pants back up, tucked his shirt back in, did up his pants and laid him back on his bed. Come morning he would have no clue. None.
It had been three weeks since I had gotten my best friend Brian totally drunk and then had my way with him. Ever since that night my cock has gone hard every time I’ve thought about what I did that night. Stripping him down… jerking him off… giving him a blow job. I had never done anything like that in my life! I was straight and happily married, but here I was, thinking about getting him again. Just as I had thought, Brian had no idea what had happened that night. He was totally clueless and that just made me want him again.
Brian and I usually went away together a few times a year skiing, fishing, camping, you name it. We usually brought our wives, but every now and then it was just the guys. So I planned a weekend for just the two of us. I also packed a few special supplies: a video camera and tripod, a Polaroid camera, plenty of film, wrist restraints, lube, and the poppers. Oh yeah, and some valium. Just in case Brian didn’t want to drink much I figured I could mix it in with his beer. Yeah, I wanted my big studly friend bad. I could see myself easing a slightly groggy, giggling Brian to his knees… feeding him my cock… blowing my load all over his face. Oh yeah, I was going to have a blast!
This weekend was the perfect time. Things hadn’t been going well at the office for Brian. Several major deals had fallen through and he had been feeling some heat from the partners. He had been pissed off and cranky all week and when I asked him if he wanted to get out of town for the weekend he jumped at the chance.
We had packed the night before so we could leave straight from the office and not waste any time. We drove up to Lake Arrowhead to a cabin my cousin owns. We’d been there before on several occasions. It was on a small bay that boasted good fishing and very few neighbors.
I grabbed my gear and went to my room, telling Brian I wanted to take a shower. He wanted to do the same. After a quick shower I dressed and began to set up my room. I put the video camera on the tripod and set it up in a corner where it would have a good view of the bed. I hooked the restraints low on the bed posts and hid them best I could by the bed spread. I put the poppers and lube in the drawer of the nightstand. Finally, I ground up a couple of the valium pills into a plastic baggie and stuffed it in my pocket.
Brian was making a couple of sandwiches when I came out of my room. He was wearing jeans and a gray short sleeved button down shirt. The TV was turned on to a Bulls game and he was just about to crack open a couple of beers.
“Hey,” I said, stopping him. “How about some of this to go with?” I pulled the Jack Daniels from the cupboard and a couple of shot glasses. I half-expected Brian to say no, but I was surprised by his reaction.
“Fuck, yeah! Man, this week totally sucked. I could really use this.” He grabbed the shot glass, filled it and tossed it back, following it with a big swig of beer. “Ah…”
I tried to suppress a smile. This was going better than I hoped. “Easy, big guy,” I said, putting my hand on his shoulder. It felt electric and I had to fight an urge to grab his ass. “You don’t want to over do it. You remember what happened last time.”
“Actually,” he said, taking another long draw of his beer, “I don’t. Well, at least up to a point. Last thing I remember is you telling me that my zipper was down. That’s it.”
I smiled, feeling all warm. I downed my shot. “Yeah, well, nothing much happened. Lakers won, I took you home.”
Brian took another drink of beer. “Yeah, and you know what? I must’ve had some kind of dream, because in the morning I had messed my shorts.”
I felt my cock lurch in my briefs. “What? Ewww… okay, that’s just too much information, pal.”
Brian just shrugged. “Here, have a sandwich.” He handed me a plate with a sandwich and some chips. Then he grabbed his beer and food and sat down on the couch to watch the game.
“Hey,” I called, “do you want another beer there?”
“Yeah, and another shot, too, okay?”
“Sure,” I smiled. I opened the refrigerator and grabbed a couple of beers. Then I grabbed the bottle of apple juice. I filled my shot glass with the juice and poured whiskey into Brian’s. Damn if I was going to get drunk tonight! I looked at the two glasses. They looked identical.
I handed him the beer and the shot. I got mine and held it up. “Fuck work!”
“Fuck work!” he echoed, tossing back the shot and taking a draw from his beer.
We went on eating and talking and watching the game and drinking. We both had another shot and a couple more beers. I kept an eye on Brian, monitoring his movements. He looked a little buzzed and happy. I offered to fetch another shot for the two of us.
“Uh, just make mine a beer. I think I’ve had enough for a while. I want to stay awake for the rest of the game!”
“Sure,” I said, getting up from the couch and going to the kitchen. I took down a glass from the cupboard and emptied some of the ground up valium into it. Then I filled the glass with beer and swished it around to mix in the drug. I handed it to him, nervously.
“Here you go, pal,” I stammered.
“Wow,” Brian chuckled, taking the glass. “Such service! Thanks, buddy.”
I kept glancing at him nervously as he drank the beer, hoping like hell that he didn’t taste anything. He obviously didn’t because he kept drinking.
We continued to bull shit and watch the game, laughing and blowing off steam. As the game went on I noticed a gradual change in Brian. He was laughing and giggling more and he was slurring his words. I moved closer to him on the couch. He didn’t notice. I put my hand on his knee and he looked at me through smiling glazed eyes.
“What’s up Rick?”
I squeezed his knee and he spasmed with laughter. “Nothing,” I said. “I just remembered how ticklish you were!” My other hand grabbed his ribs and began kneading.
Brian burst out in laughter. “You shit! Two can play at that!” He started to grab at me, but the combination of the alcohol and the valium had dulled his reaction time and it was easy for me to bat away his hands.
The blush drifted from his face as the valium-spiked drink began taking effect. His shirt was half out of his pants by now and I began feeling him up without his knowing. I could see he was getting hard. I decided to make a move and I squeezed his crotch.
“Uhhhh…. oh man!!” he hissed, throwing his head back.
I rose and stood directly in front of him. I quickly unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and shoved them past my knees. My white briefs were strangled with my erection. I lifted Brian from the couch and helped him to stand. He was looking right at me, but I knew he was so fucked up that he wasn’t seeing anything. He was wobbling and giggling as I eased him to his knees. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled it forward, nuzzling his face in my crotch. I pulled my briefs down and tucked them under my full balls. I stuck my cock between his lips and into his mouth, but it slipped out as he fell back against the couch and onto the floor, laughing.
I pulled my briefs and pants back up and looked down at my dazed friend. I knew he was past the point and, helping him to his feet, I took his hand and led him, staggering, to my bedroom. I took him in my arms as we stood by my bed and I began feeling him all over, biting, sucking and licking his neck. He was completely trashed and had no idea what I was doing. In fact, he could barely stand by himself. I maneuvered him to the wall at the head of the bed and leaned his big body against it to keep him from falling. His head was pitched forward and he was moaning. I unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it from his broad shoulders and down his arms. He wasn’t wearing a t-shirt and I marveled at how his nipples became erect at my touch. I wrapped my lips around one and began to knead it in my mouth, rolling it between my teeth. Then I moved to the other and did the same.
“Oh, fuck baby, ohhh…,” Brian moaned lowly, putting his arms around me. “Ooohh, honey,” he mumbled.
I looked up at him. Shit! He must think I’m Mandy!
“Ahh, oh baby, that’s nice!” he continued to rub my lower back.
I moved my hands slowly down to his waist where I could see the waistband of his Hanes peaking out. Oh, those fucking hot tighty whities! I unbuttoned his pants. I tugged down the zipper and slipped my hands in and around to his firm butt. I massaged gently as I continued to nibble at his neck and ear lobes. My fingers reached in and teased his tight pucker. I pushed his jeans to the floor. His snug white briefs were bulging out and I helped him step out of his pants, all the while cupping and massaging his substantial bulge. Then I half-carried, half-dragged the dazed, drugged stud to the bed and flopped him down. I took the bottle of poppers and put it under his nose. He took a deep breath and moaned more. I quickly bound his wrist to the restraints and sucked at his nipples. I caressed his long, stiff cock and cupped his big balls which were constricting more and more each time I fondled them. I let up my torture. I didn’t want him to cum too soon. After all, it was still early.
I ran my fingers slowly up and down his entire body, tickling here, twisting and plucking there. I nibbled at his ear lobes, ran my fingers through his hair and into his mouth. I gave him another hit of the poppers and gave myself one. While he was still babbling in his aroma-induced high, I forced a couple more shots of whiskey into him. I didn’t want him to sober up too much!
I took the Polaroid camera from my bag and popped in a new cartridge of film. I started to snap pictures. I put in a second cartridge. I couldn’t believe it! I had this fucking hot stud right where I wanted him, totally out of it, strapped to my bed in his bulging white briefs. I was so turned on and hot that I stripped down to my briefs, which were bulging themselves. I couldn’t take it any more! I jumped on Brian and began dry humping him through my briefs. It didn’t take much before I burst, screaming in ecstasy as my briefs filled with cum.
“Oohhh, ahhhh…,” I moaned and rolled off him as my orgasm subsided. I grabbed his cock and began pumping him slowly through his briefs, getting him worked up more and more.
I slipped his briefs completely off and held them to my nose, inhaling deeply. They were slightly damp with his pre-cum, and that, mingled with the faint scent of piss was intoxicating. I shuddered and took another deep breath. Then I lifted his legs and placed them over my shoulders. I wedged a couple pillows under his lower back and butt so his lower body was raised almost a foot off the bed. Then I bent in and plunged my tongue into his exposed asshole, flicking it in and out. Brian went crazy! His hips bucked wildly as thick ropes of cum shot from his cock onto his chest and neck. Without missing a beat I licked up the man juice and took his still throbbing cock into my mouth. He hissed loudly and started to whimper. I pulled off momentarily and gave him a long hit of the poppers. I looked up again. The video camera in the corner was capturing everything. I lubed up my finger and inserted it. I was bobbing up and down on his cock in a slow and steady rhythm while I slipped a second finger into his widening hole.
“Oh gawd, oh fuck!!! Sssshiiiittt…,” he cried out, slurring. “Uunnngghh… ummmm!! Aahhh!!!”
I continued the anal probe. His cock was rock hard and I pulled off it slowly. I ran my tongue up and down the 10-inch pole, over the thick piss lips and to the purplish head which was still leaking juice. I lubed up my palm and grasped it, sliding my fist up and down in a quick motion. Brian’s breath began to quicken and I plunged my finger deep up his ass. He whimpered once, thrust his hips and screamed. Cum began to squirt from his cock again. I watched as the jizm shot up his stomach and onto his chest. When I finished jerking it dry I lowered my sticky briefs and grabbed my own throbbing cock. I sat on Brian’s stomach and stroked my cock back and forth until I couldn’t take it any more. I aimed my big bone at Brian with one hand and lifted his head off the bed with the other. Then I shot my load. It landed all over Brian’s chest, neck and face. It dribbled down his mustache to his lips. I let his head drop back down to his pillow and picked up the Polaroid camera and snapped a couple of head shots.
I smiled as I saw him licking his lips. He tried to reach a hand down to his face but they were still restrained. I helped him lick his face off, forcing my tongue into his mouth and kissing him long and hard. Then I licked all the sticky goo from his body. Taking a warm wet towel from the bathroom I cleaned up both myself and Brian.
I untied my drunken friend and put his underwear back on. I took more pictures. Brian looked so fucking sexy in his white briefs. I pulled his jeans back on and his shirt. Once he was dressed I helped the big dazed stud back to the living room and plopped him down on the couch where he had been sitting earlier. He looked so cute and helpless! I sat down next to him and rested his head on my shoulder. I unzipped his fly and reached in to massage his soft cock. He just moaned. I got up and grabbed the camera, taking a couple of pictures of him with his fly spread open, his underwear showing. I was tempted to leave him unzipped, but thought better of it.
I went back to the bedroom, cleaned everything up and put everything away. Then I put my clothes back on and joined Brian in the living room.
I wanted Brian to think that he wasn’t the only one who got fucked up so I dumped a couple of beers into the sink along with some of the whiskey. Then I set the bottle down on the end table nearest me, sat back on the couch and tried to sleep.
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