making love instead of misery
[Very NC-17 drunken sex, alcohol etc references. Don't like? Don't read.]
Waking up like this for a moment I do not remember anything, or feel anything aside from fuzzy, and like I need a shower. Only the soreness when I move reminds me of anything, but it reminds me hard enough that it all comes rushing back before I even finish sitting up.
Dancing, drinking, a quick smoke out back, then more dancing and drinking, nameless faces, faces I did not even look at, just felt, felt their bodies pressing to me, hard, tight, strong, wanting more, not even having to ask and it was offered, and taken.
Hands clutching at my back, Joe... John... Jason... I did not know which one, or even if any of those was his name. A few beers before that thought maybe I might have remembered. Right then, even right now I am not sure. Lips pressed hard to my neck, to my lips, to my shoulders... maybe it was a Joe, John, and a Jason?
Whatever they felt good.
Fingers grasping to my hips harder, rougher, digging in, scratching, making it hurt just about enough for me to beg for more, or ask them to stop... but I did not do either. Nothing from my lips but moans, nothing from me at all but taking it, wanting it, wanting them to take it from me... letting them.
One cock slamming into me, fucking me so hard, fingers pressing to the back of my neck, bending me over so hard and tight I had no choice even if I did not want it.
And god I wanted it.
Just like that.
Then two, taking turns, slamming into me, harder, deeper, faster, then both the same time, the third guy pressing into my mouth, his thick cock stretching my lips, filling me up so good, so hard, muffling the sounds coming more readily from me as I got fucked so deep, all three of them thrusting and fucking me until I lost it, shaking and gasping loud coming thick over two hands, clamping around two cocks and letting the cum from a third slide over my lips and chin as I backed off him.
He sucked and licked at my face standing me up straighter, driving the others into me harder, one or both of them coming, slamming in harder, him kissing me and swallowing every shout and gasp as they did. Past that I remembered coming... a lot of times, not as many specifics, though.
Someone gave me head in Aaron's driveway before they dropped me off there. Someone licked every single one of my tattoos. Someone sucked my cock and worked the ring like they had never seen one before, same as on my nipples. God, they gave me a good night.
I wish I remembered more than I do.
Wished I had of remembered it before that that familiar tight, but oh so good feeling of fucking all night, made me recall more of it.
Fuck even a name would be good.
I need to shower, and get coffee... oh fuck do I need coffee.
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Waking up like this for a moment I do not remember anything, or feel anything aside from fuzzy, and like I need a shower. Only the soreness when I move reminds me of anything, but it reminds me hard enough that it all comes rushing back before I even finish sitting up.
Dancing, drinking, a quick smoke out back, then more dancing and drinking, nameless faces, faces I did not even look at, just felt, felt their bodies pressing to me, hard, tight, strong, wanting more, not even having to ask and it was offered, and taken.
Hands clutching at my back, Joe... John... Jason... I did not know which one, or even if any of those was his name. A few beers before that thought maybe I might have remembered. Right then, even right now I am not sure. Lips pressed hard to my neck, to my lips, to my shoulders... maybe it was a Joe, John, and a Jason?
Whatever they felt good.
Fingers grasping to my hips harder, rougher, digging in, scratching, making it hurt just about enough for me to beg for more, or ask them to stop... but I did not do either. Nothing from my lips but moans, nothing from me at all but taking it, wanting it, wanting them to take it from me... letting them.
One cock slamming into me, fucking me so hard, fingers pressing to the back of my neck, bending me over so hard and tight I had no choice even if I did not want it.
And god I wanted it.
Just like that.
Then two, taking turns, slamming into me, harder, deeper, faster, then both the same time, the third guy pressing into my mouth, his thick cock stretching my lips, filling me up so good, so hard, muffling the sounds coming more readily from me as I got fucked so deep, all three of them thrusting and fucking me until I lost it, shaking and gasping loud coming thick over two hands, clamping around two cocks and letting the cum from a third slide over my lips and chin as I backed off him.
He sucked and licked at my face standing me up straighter, driving the others into me harder, one or both of them coming, slamming in harder, him kissing me and swallowing every shout and gasp as they did. Past that I remembered coming... a lot of times, not as many specifics, though.
Someone gave me head in Aaron's driveway before they dropped me off there. Someone licked every single one of my tattoos. Someone sucked my cock and worked the ring like they had never seen one before, same as on my nipples. God, they gave me a good night.
I wish I remembered more than I do.
Wished I had of remembered it before that that familiar tight, but oh so good feeling of fucking all night, made me recall more of it.
Fuck even a name would be good.
I need to shower, and get coffee... oh fuck do I need coffee.
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