Date: Tue, 25 Dec 2018 16:26:26 -0500
From: faultyfurnace@gmail.com
Subject: Drunk Straight Roommate part 2

	The next morning, I was the first to wake up. Coming to
consciousness, my first sensation was the strong male smell of the two of
us, sweat and dried cum. I had my arms wrapped around him, feeling the soft
rise and fall of his chest, my morning wood sandwiched in between his
perfect ass cheeks. I stretched slightly, getting myself more awake,
causing my erection to move in his crack and prompting a low groan from him
as he woke up.

	"Morning buddy," I murmured into his ear.

	"Mmm good morning man," he purred, slightly pushing his ass back
onto my cock and stretching out his legs. He rolled over onto his side,
facing me, our boners jostling together, and smiled at me.

	"So... any regrets man?" I asked him nervously.

	"Well, maybe that I drank too much," he chuckled. "But the other
stuff... no way," he said, as he reached a hand down to fondle my cock.

	I leaned over to him, softly kissing his lips, before gently
slipping my tongue into his mouth. We laid there for a while, making out
unhurriedly and thrusting our leaking boners together. Breaking apart, we
rolled onto our backs.

	"Fuck I'm hungover!" he said, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

	"Me too man, and I gotta piss."

	"Me too," he said, and sniffed his armpits. "And I need a fucking
shower."

	We rolled out of bed and made our way to the bathroom. One of the
perks of this basement living arrangement was that we had our own private
bathroom, shower included. It was like its own little apartment in some
ways. I shuffled up to the bowl, my fading boner swaying heavily in front
of me, and let loose a heavy, dark yellow stream of morning beer piss,
splashing loudly in the bowl. He stepped next to me, and started pissing as
well, our streams sometimes crossing as we emptied our bladders. I put my
arm around his shoulder and he put his around my waist, giving each a side
hug as our streams faded and dripped. We shook our dicks off and walked
out.

	He bent down, finding a pair of dark grey boxer briefs and slipping
them on. As he was doing this, I couldn't help but start chubbing up again
staring at his round ass, cleft by his dark pubic hair, his low hanging
balls visible between his hairy legs. I walked up behind him while he was
still bent over, and gave his ass a hard, loud slap.

	"Fuck man!" he yelped, bending straight back up and grasping his
ass, "That hurt man," he laughed while he rubbed his tender, flushed cheek.

	I just grinned stupidly at him and said, "Sorry bro," but I noticed
that he'd sprung a semi as he tucked himself into his underwear. I grabbed
a pair as well, a lighter grey than his, and we went upstairs to get some
water and food.

	Like I said, I loved seeing him in his underwear, the way his bulge
looked filling out the pouch, the snug fabric outlining his cock and balls
and even showing the cleft of his ass. He poured a glass of water and stood
at the sink, greedily chugging it down, his Adam's apple boring up and
down. He drank so quickly and recklessly that water streamed down into his
beard and dribble onto the fabric of his underwear. It was one of the
hottest things to see, even after what we'd done last night.

	We were too hungover to be very conversational, and quietly got
ourselves from breakfast, occasionally finding excuses to bump into each
other, putting a hand on the small of the back, casually patting a
buttcheek to ask the other to move. It was just so comfortable.

	We drifted back down to the basement after a few cigarettes with
our coffee, watered and fed and feeling considerably better.

	"This hangover needs a joint and some TV," he said, flopping on the
couch, his legs sprawled over it, one planted on the floor.

	"Coming right up man," I said, sitting down on the edge of couch
left between his open legs and quickly rolling up a joint on the coffee
table. We sparked it and cued up some mindless show, not really caring what
it was besides entertaining. As we passed it, our fingers increasingly
fumbled together, and I leaned farther back into the couch and closer to
him. We were feeling pretty buzzed by the end of it, and when I stubbed it
out I leaned back on the couch. He grabbed me by the shoulder and gently
guided me down, folding his arm around me as I reclined on his chest,
cuddling and enjoying our high.

	After a little while of his warmth and skin contact, and the light
caresses he was giving my chest, I began to get hard again. He reached his
hand down and grasped the end of my tented underwear, fiddling with my cock
head.

	"Looks like a situation's arisen here," he said.

	"Can't help it man," I grinned. "Always happens when I cuddle."

	He smiled and shifted, pushing his own hardening cock into the
small of my back.

	"No worries buddy, I'm in the same boat as you are."

	"Well, maybe we could take care of it together?" I hinted.

	He smiled, and we disentangled from one another, standing up and
shucking off our underwear before sitting back down, side by side with our
legs crossed over the other. He reached over to grab my cock while I
grabbed his, and we just started lazily stroking each other, rubbing our
thumbs on each others cockheads and slicking our shafts with our precum.

	"So what kinda stuff do you like to get into then? Besides the
stuff we did haha," he asked me as we jerked.

	"Well, I like fucking, I like getting fucked. I like jerking a guy
off like this," I gestured at the scene.

	"No man, that stuff is obvious. What kinda kinky shit do you get
into?" he grinned at me.

	"Well... I've never really done it with anybody, but I get super
hard thinking about pissing on people, or people pissing on me. I guess I
also really get off on exhibitionism and voyeurism, especially in public
places."

	"Piss huh?" he said questioningly. I felt a distinct throb in his
cock as he said it. "I guess I never really thought about that, but... I
could see how it'd be hot."

	"Would you... would you ever want to try it man?" I asked with a
lump in my throat. I'd never even told anyone I had thought about
watersports, let alone asked someone to play.

	"Yeah we'll see man," he sort of smirked, not quite saying yes, but
not quite saying no...

	"What about you? Any hidden fantasies man?"

	"Honestly... after last night, I kinda want to try getting fucked."

	A belch of precum erupted from the end of my cock, dribbling onto
his hand, when he said that.  I looked him dead in the eyes, and he looked
right back into mine.

	"Seriously man?" I asked with a quiet voice.

	"Yeah man, I... I think so," he said. "It's just, your fingers felt
so much better than I ever thought they would, and... I think I'd something
bigger would feel even better."

	"Fuck man," I breathed heavily, before leaning in to give him a
hard kiss, shoving my tongue deep into his mouth. Pulling apart he panted,

	"I want you to eat my ass."

	"happy to oblige," I said, picking him up and situating him on the
couch so that his head was on the floor and his back was against the couch,
leaving his ass perfectly exposed for rimming. I spat a big wad of spit
right onto his winking hole. He growled deeply at that, and growled even
more when I dove in, immediately spearing his hole with my tongue and
moving it in widening circles. His hole unfolded more quickly than it had
last night, a sign perhaps of his increased enthusiasm for anal play. With
my hands I kept his cheeks spread, kneading them and occasionally slapping
one lightly. He groaned a little more pleadingly with the slaps, I
noticed...

	Pulling my tongue out, I got my index and pointer fingers wet with
spit and firmly sank them into him, curling the tips around his prostate.

	"Mmmm fuck yeah man, that's it right there," he grunted. I slapped
him again, but harder this time, looking him straight in the eyes. His
burned with a lust I hadn't seen in them before, a hungry, smoldering look
of want.

	I smacked him even louder, loud enough for an audible slap, and he
just growled even lower, his eyes rolling back in his head. I withdrew my
fingers, his hole sucking at them as they left, and set him on his back on
the couch, pulling him so his ass was hanging on one arm. I held them like
that, knees bent up, and with one hand fingered him deep and with the other
guided his head onto my throbbing cock. He gave me a sloppy, enthusiastic
blowjob, slicking my rod with his spit. I moved back around, placing my
cock head at the winking hole.

	"Just tell me when you need a break, man."

	"Fuck that," he smirked. "I can take what you've got to give."

	I just rolled my eyes; he had all the bravado of an anal virgin
desperate to get fucked. I began to put pressure on his hole, and slowly my
cock began to enter him. When my cocked breached his sphincter, he gasped
loudly, and I paused for him. His breathing relaxed, and again I began to
push.

	"Fuuuuck man.... this fucking hurts man...."

	I stopped in concern. "Want me to pull out?"

	"No! No man, just... go slow," he managed to huff out.

	Ever so slowly, I went further in to him, feeling his tight passage
spasm hard around me before relaxing and stretching to accommodate my
thickness. Soon, I felt my cock head press and slide against his prostate,
slowly raking against it. He moaned loudly at that.

	"It's starting to feel good man..." he sighed.

	I continued to enter him, taking small pauses to let him open up,
and before too much longer my balls were nestled in his ass, my pubic hair
mashed into his balls. His cock, which had gone soft for most of the entry,
began to reinflate, swollen and visibly pumping with blood.

	He breathed out heavily.

	"I'm all the way in," I said to him.

	"Feels like a fucking baseball bat, man," he groaned.

	"Don't worry buddy, it only gets better from here," I replied. I
began to shallowly thrust into him, barely pulling out, just rocking my
cock in and out and grinding into him in circular motions, trying to loosen
up his tight ass. He just groaned, his eyes rolling back and his head
sinking onto the couch, his hands grasping hard at the cushion.

	Feeling his tight passage unclenching, loosening up to my cock, I
began pulling out a few inches at a time, slowly but firmly driving it back
in. He started grunting hard on each stroke as I drove into him and started
growling.

	"Fuck man, fuck me harder man..."

	I started fucking him harder, pulling almost all the way out before
sinking back in, thrusting upwards into his prostate as I passed it. As the
speed of my fuck increased, my heavy balls started slapping against his
sweaty, upturned ass, and I began to give him hard slaps on either
cheek. He shot his head up and almost screamed,

	"Oh FUCK yeah buddy FUCK me man, slap my fucking ass..."

	I just growled at him and began a hard and deep pile-drive of a
fuck, pulling my cock all the way out before ramming it home into his
hungry, gaping asshole. My engorged cocked slammed into his prostate on
every stroke, and every time I rammed balls deep he grunted and muttered,
his curses devolving into the sounds of sex.

	I reached down and grabbed his nipples, pinching and twisting them
hard. His head shot up and he growled at me. With one hand I slapped his
cheek hard, leaving a red flush on his face.

	"Oh fuck buddy I fucking love it rough like that man," he growled
at me. I just continued to fuck him hard and deep, slapping his ass and
pinching his nipples. At one point I leaned down and thrust my tongue into
his eager mouth, sucking hard at his tongue and fucking up into him as we
furiously made out. His grunts started getting higher pitched and
faster. We broke apart, and he said,

	"I'm getting fucking close man."

	"Me too bro," I replied. My balls were getting tight, and I felt
the familiar tingle in my stomach. "Where do you want my load man?"

	"Fucking come in me man," he groaned. I could feel his asshole
clenching and unclenching around me, trying to milk the cum out of my
cock. I grabbed him around the shoulders, lifting him and holding him in my
arms, still impaled on my rock hard cock. I moved around the couch, sitting
down and resting him in my laps. He got the picture and started bouncing up
and down on me, slowly at first but soon gaining speed. I grabbed his
thick, leaking cock in one hand, stroking him in time with my thrusts, and
we began to climb up to our orgasm.

	He was the first to go. He screamed out,

	"FUCK I'm fucking CUMMING oh FUCK YEAH!"

	His head swelled almost twice its size and began spewing his thick
white cum. 7 ropy loads sprayed out of him, shooting far enough to coat my
face and chest. His asshole tightened hard around me with each shot,
causing me to lose it. I grabbed his waist and slammed him down onto me
with each shot, summing a healthy load deep up in his ass. We cried out our
orgasms together, our screams and grunts and moans devolving into low
whimpers and panting. As we came out of our daze, his mouth found mine, and
we slowly made out, riding the thigh of our intense cum.

	"Dude..." he panted into my mouth. "I've never, ever come like that
before. That was..."

	"Fucking incredible," I agreed, slowly grinding my still stiff cock
in circles in his ass.

	"Yeah man," he sighed. I pulled him off of me, and he grunted hard
as my cock popped out of his still tight ass. I laid him down on his back,
bending his legs backwards, before proceeding to eat him out, sucking my
load from deep inside him. He moaned and sighed as a I nibbled and sucked
the tender flesh. Once I'd collected my seed from him, I leaned up over
him, and spat the load into his open mouth and on his face before diving
back in to thrust my tongue into his mouth again. We swapped my load back
and forth as we gently made out. We broke apart and he said,

	"Bro, let's get a fucking shower. We stink."

	"Okay man, it is pretty ripe in here."

	We made our way to the bathroom. He was in front of me, and was
noticeably walking a little funny. I just smirked, knowing that he must be
pretty sore. After all, I'd popped this straight boy's tight, muscular ass
cherry, and my cock was well above average.

	We turned on the water and hopped into the small shower, the
compact space forcing us to squish together, our spent, softening cocks
mashing into each other, and began to soap each other up. First I washed
out his pits and soaped down his chest, then he did the same to me, and we
rinsed each other's faces, taking breaks to make out and grind our cocks
together. Towards the end of our shower, he just looked at me, smiling
devilishly, before aiming his thick cock upwards into between us, and
letting loose a powerful, potent stream of golden yellow piss, running down
into my chest and over my cock and balls. I aimed mine too, and began
pissing on him. We ground our pissing cock together, soaking into each
others thick bushes, while making out in a daze. We both started getting
hard again as our streams ended, and he whispered into my ear,

	"I want to fuck you next time man." I immediately started leaking
precum at the thought of being split open by his thick cock. I couldn't
wait.