A Drunken Night
Ike and I returned past three in the morning. We had gone out with some friends and been binge drinking, so we were very drunk.
Ike and I shared a student apartment, the kitchen, the bathroom, a small living room and a bedroom that we shared. Ike was 25 and was finishing his studies in engineering. My name is Kevin, one year younger, and I am also studying engineering.
On our way home, we had been talking a lot and lecherously about one of our friends, Helga, a voluptuous brunette that drove us crazy.
Once in our apartment we both went fast to the fridge and grabbed two beer bottles. It was obvious we wanted to continue drinking and once each of us had a beer, we headed to our bedroom. I always sleep in just my briefs, so again I took everything off but my briefs and curiously Ike did the same. I was used to seeing him sleep in his blue pyjamas but now he also removed the rest of his clothes.
On our bed with a beer each, but not desiring to sleep, we kept on talking of Helga and other girls and other sexual situations. I got so horny that I impudently started to jack off. Ike looked at me and smiled and next whipped his cock out and also started to masturbate. My dick was a bit longer, I though proudly, and from then on both of us started to whack off looking at each other’s dicks. It seemed really funny, totally drunk as we were, or else we could maybe have started masturbating before the other, but never done it looking at each other’s dicks.
I had drained my beer and Ike’s was nearly drained and he offered to bring two new ones. We were increasingly drunk but wanted more.
When he returned with two beers, he surprised me in an unexpected scene. I had totally removed my briefs and the empty bottle was inside my ass and I was pushing it in strongly.
-Fuck, are you gay, Kevin?
-I’m not. Our friend Alan told me once that he’s not gay but he has fun sometimes letting objects into his ass. I am so plastered and so horny thinking of Helga that the thought came to me of seeing whether I could have some sexual fun out of something similar.
-And the sensation is good?
-Really good, hope you can forgive my stupid behaviour but I won’t take the bottle out of my ass yet.
As I was talking, my mouth was open, of course and suddenly I heard Ike saying.
-Drink some beer.
And he began to spit beer into my mouth. I found the situation funny and laughed and foolishly asked him to keep on spitting me some more beer.
Thus we were for some minutes. He spat me half his beer as I kept on driving the beer bottle slowly but determinedly into my ass and we went on stupidly saying a lot of tomfooleries.
Then I saw him doing the same. His second beer was not yet finished when he also removed his boxers and stuck the bottle into his ass and we both started laughing, both fucking our own selves with a bottle, some beer inevitably falling into Ike’s ass.
But we still had not cum. And suddenly he stood up, and pointed his hard cock to my mouth like a threat and asked me something, don’t remember what, so I had to open my mouth, and fast as lightning, he eased his hard cock into my mouth.
-In the state you are now, Kevin, you might even like to give me a blowjob. But at least try. If you ask me to stop, I’ll take it out.
I was by then increasingly drunk, totally horny, even the beer bottle up my ass had made me horny. Now I had a cock in my mouth of an also drunken flat mate who was obviously as horny as me. Had I been sober, of course I would never have sucked his cock but being drunk I started doing it and said.
-Not bad, I can go on.
I was lying to myself for of course my heterosexual feelings wouldn’t allow me to utter how funny it was to give a blowjob to Ike and the taste was scrumptious.
-Don’t stop, Kevin.
-I won’t, but you will also be a good pal and suck my cock later.
-I ain’t want to suck your cock, Kevin.
-Come on, Ike, you’ve also got a beer bottle in your ass. Does it have any importance? We’re drunk and we’re horny. It’s just getting our rocks off, that simple.
-Well, tonight it will mean nothing to me. I’ll do it later. But I’m cumming, aaahhhggg! Drink it all.
-Now sit on top of the bed and I’ll stick my dick in your mouth and you’ll suck my cock.
He looked at me unsure, reluctantly. The fact of giving a blowjob was not appealing for him.
-Come on, Ike, be a good pal as I’ve just been with you. What’s a blowjob after all? It’s just getting our rocks off, you’ve already cum, now it’s my turn, please.
He timidly approached my dick and finally shrugging his shoulders, he took it in his mouth.
-Not a bad taste -he said.
-So don’t stop now either, please.
-I’m drunk and that’s why I can do something that in other circumstances, I’d be unable to do. So ok, I’ll also finish you off.
He didn’t look quite pleased as he moved his tongue, but he wasn’t showing disgust. He’d told me he could do it and in the midst of very stupid words that both of us were uttering, he continued.
I felt this would be the only blowjob I would get from him, a pity cause as time passed, his skill was improving and now he didn’t seem to mind what he was doing. At the same time, I was still intoxicated but thought that I would really be willing to suck Ike’s cock more often for it had a good taste and doing it I could get more blowjobs from him.
There was a time now when the way he was moving his tongue was driving me crazy and I sensed how Ike would never admit it but he must be enjoying or he could never be that good with my dick.
So good he was being that after ten minutes, at least I could hold it longer than him and still everything seemed a competition for me, I had to cum. As I was cumming, I said.
-Drink it all, Ike.
He would have preferred, I was sure, to withdraw now his mouth from my cock, but he heeded my words and drank my whole stream and once again I thought he had enjoyed when I saw his dick blasting a new load as he swallowed my semen.
-Now what, Kevin? -he asked as if he didn’t feel like sleeping yet.
