The dimly lit apartment was a perfect setting for the evening’s events, with Isaac Wilde and Dylan Keller sharing a few drinks after a night out. Isaac, with his mischievous smile and flirty demeanor, had been keeping an eye on Dylan, knowing his friend’s tendencies when he got a little tipsy. True to form, as the night progressed, Dylan’s demeanor changed. The subtle flirtatiousness he usually kept in check became more pronounced, his emerald eyes gleaming with a mischievous light as he downed another shot.
Isaac, ever the observant one, noticed the transformation. Dylan’s slender fingers fidgeted with the rim of his glass, his body language becoming more animated with every sip. As the alcohol took hold, Dylan’s inhibitions melted away. His words slurred slightly, and he leaned closer to Isaac, his breath warm on Isaac’s neck as he spoke.
“Hey, Isaac... You know what I wanna do right now?” Dylan’s voice was husky, his eyes half-lidded as he gazed at Isaac with a mix of desire and alcohol-induced haze. “I wanna suck your dick, man. Been thinkin’ about it all night.”
Isaac couldn’t help but chuckle, feeling the familiar stirrings of arousal at Dylan’s bold confession. He knew his friend’s reputation for being a bit of a wild card when drunk, but this was taking it to a new level.
“You’re pretty wasted, Dyl. Maybe we should just call it a night.”
But Dylan was persistent, his hand reaching out to grasp Isaac’s thigh, his touch sending a jolt of desire through Isaac’s body.
“Come on, man. Don’t make me beg... I really wanna suck you off.”
Isaac’s breath hitched at the explicit imagery Dylan’s words painted. He could feel his cock twitch in response, growing harder by the second. Knowing it was probably a bad idea, but unable to resist the temptation, Isaac relented.
“Alright, Dyl. But let’s take this to the bedroom. Don’t wanna give the neighbors a show.”
As they stumbled towards the bedroom, Dylan’s hands were all over Isaac, his fingers trailing up and down his thighs, occasionally brushing against his hardening cock. Isaac’s breath quickened as he felt Dylan’s hot breath on his neck, the younger man’s lips leaving a trail of kisses and nips along his collarbone. By the time they reached the bed, Isaac was more than ready, his cock straining against his pants.
Dylan, fueled by liquid courage, pushed Isaac onto the bed, his fingers fumbling with Isaac’s belt as he tried to free his prize. Isaac’s hands found their way into Dylan’s hair, gently guiding his head as he leaned down, his lips parting in anticipation.
With a final tug, Dylan released Isaac’s cock, now fully erect and throbbing. The sight of it, long and cut, made Dylan’s eyes widen with desire.
“Fuck, you’re huge,” Dylan whispered, his breath hot against the sensitive skin of Isaac’s cock.
Without waiting for a response, Dylan leaned forward, his lips wrapping around the head, his tongue darting out to taste the pre-cum already forming at the tip. Isaac groaned, his hands tightening in Dylan’s hair as the younger man took him deeper, his throat working around the thick shaft.
The fact that Dylan was drunk only added to the intensity of the moment. His movements were uncoordinated but passionate, his lips sliding up and down Isaac’s length, his tongue swirling and flicking in a messy but utterly pleasurable rhythm. Isaac’s hips bucked involuntarily, thrusting his cock deeper into Dylan’s wet, hot mouth.
“Yeah, take it, baby,” Isaac moaned, his hands guiding Dylan’s head, encouraging the young twink to take more of him.
Dylan’s enthusiasm was undeniable, his drunken state only enhancing his natural talent for sucking cock. He made lewd, guttural noises as he deep-throated Isaac, his hands now gripping Isaac’s thighs, leaving red marks on his fair skin.
Isaac’s senses were overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through his body. Dylan’s mouth felt like heaven, his lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to bring him closer and closer to the edge. Isaac’s cock was now slick with saliva and pre-cum, glistening in the dim light as it slid in and out of Dylan’s eager mouth.
“Fuck, Dyl, I’m close,” Isaac warned, his voice hoarse with desire.
Dylan responded by moaning around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers down Isaac’s spine. Isaac’s hands tightened in Dylan’s hair, holding him in place as he began to thrust his hips, fucking Dylan’s face with abandon.
Dylan seemed to love the rough treatment, taking Isaac’s cock deeper with each thrust, his throat working overtime to accommodate the thick shaft. Isaac could feel his balls tightening, the pressure building as he neared his climax.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Isaac gasped, his body tensing as the orgasm ripped through him.
Dylan, sensing the moment, increased the suction, his throat working feverishly as he milked Isaac’s cock, determined to drain every drop.
Isaac’s cock twitched and throbbed as he shot his load down Dylan’s throat, the younger man swallowing eagerly, not wanting to waste a drop.
They stayed like that for a moment, Dylan’s mouth still wrapped around Isaac’s sensitive cock, savoring the taste and texture of his cum.
Finally, Dylan pulled away, a satisfied smile on his flushed face. “That was fuckin’ amazing,” he slurred, collapsing onto the bed beside Isaac, his body spent and satisfied.
Isaac, still catching his breath, laughed softly, running a hand through Dylan’s tousled red hair. “You’re something else when you’re drunk, Dyl. I can’t say no to you.”
Dylan grinned, his emerald eyes sparkling with mischief. “Good, ‘cause I ain’t done with you yet. I wanna ride that cock now.”
Before Isaac could respond, Dylan was straddling him, positioning himself over Isaac’s still-hard cock, his eyes gleaming with determination. And as he slowly lowered himself onto Isaac’s length, the night had only just begun to heat up.
