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A morning wank to get past the hangover
--------Ricky's POV--------
The following day I lay there in bed as still as I could, my mouth dry, head pounding. I looked at my alarm. It was midday
“Fuck.” I had drank too much last night. I tried to remember the number of beers and shots I had taken, but lost track about midnight.
But it had been a good night. My mind sprang back to Me, Sarah and Jake heading into the dunes. When I, kissing them. When I fingered her. Watching her and Jake together. And especially blowing my load down Jake's eager throat.
This hangover was fucking worth it.
After the three of us fucked and dressed I split off leaving the two of them alone, while Jake walked Sarah back to hers. I had high hopes for Jake, hoping he didn't chicken out and stayed the night with her. He had spent all the time since he met her pining over her. I was glad he got the chance to be with her before we left town. And I really hoped he was getting the chance again this morning.
My mind flashed back to watching Sarah ride him, his lean body lying there on the blanket, the stupidest expression on his face as she plunged up and down his hard cock.
She had been so wet for us, and seeing Jake finish her, then seeing him finish in her, fuck, my morning wood was twitching at the thought of the two of them.
I wondered what he would do to her if he did get to stay the night. I pictured Jake bending her over doggy style, railing her while holding her mouth, muffling her squeals. “She certainly wasn't quiet.' I laughed to myself.
My hands slipped into my boxers now as I started to stroke slowly, still acutely aware of my hangover. I had always found a quick stroke the best remedy, it always made me feel better as long as I didn’t go too fast. And the way my dick was leaking, it would be a quick one.
A carousel of different position that Jake and Sarah could get into whirled around my mind. Him spooning her and slipping in, her riding him again, him spreading her open in missionary. The possibilities just kept appearing, and each one was hotter to the last.
But then maybe Jake just got to wake up to a warm sloppy blowjob. I thought back to last night, Jake on his knees in front of me. I didn't think Sarah would give head as good as him. I thought she'd try though, after seeing his performance. I hoped Jake would get to be her practice dick for a while. But not enough it would keep him from me.
I was still bathing in the memory. Jake has been so enthusiastic; I might have thought it was Stephen swallowing me instead. A drip of pre-cum escaped from my tip at that thought. I rubbed it into my skin with my thumb.
Jake had tried hard, real hard last night. And he had done real fucking well. I loved everything about it.
But, but there was something about getting sucked off by Stephen that hit different. Maybe it was just how submissive he was, or how much I could see Stephen was enjoying just getting me off.
With Jake it was a competition - hot, sweaty and fun.
But with Stephen, with Stephen it was a prize.
I started wishing Stephen was there beside me, to take care of my raging hard on for me. I knew he'd be eager to, dipping under the covers to take care of, no, to fucking worship my shaft.
I absently grabbed my phone from the nightstand. I hadn't heard from him since last night. I had walked back to the bonfire after I had left Jake and Sarah, seeing various other couples return from the dune in their strides of pride. But he had gone. And there were no texts this morning. I thought about messaging him, sending him a photo of me stroking, maybe even asking him to come over.
But I was too hung over for that shit.
I slipped my boxers down further and started wanking faster. My forehead pulsed at the vigour I was stroking with. But it wouldn’t be long, and it would be worth it.
I pictured Stephen lying in front of me, licking my shaft, that I could grab his head roughly, run my fingers through his blonde hair, thrust hard into his mouth. He’d be e moaning, even while he had my dick in his mouth.
But I wouldn’t be satisfied with just that. I wanted more from him. I could picture grabbing and lifting him, before spinning him around, getting to that thick tight ass of his. I imagined smacking it, feeling it, spreading it, rubbing it, my fingers slipping in preparing him -
I started to cum, my head pounding with every wave of my orgasm, mouth even drier as I pumped a small load into my hand. I felt dizzy and lightheaded as the hangover punished me. But the pleasure was worth it as I just kept stroking wishing it was Stephen's ass and not my hand that I was cumming in. I couldn’t fucking wait to Tuesday.
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