Tristen - Spring Break Boredom - Part II: Grady

*** All Characters are 18+ ***

I spent all day Saturday in the clinic trying to get post-exposure prophylaxis. I was naive going to that video booth. Even more so to let that guy fuck me without a condom. I was in full panic, but thankfully, the male nurse talked me through it and got me off the ledge—such a nice guy.

“Look, I’ve been where you are,” he admitted.

I was on the verge of tears. “You have?”

“Yeah, we all make mistakes, get caught up in the moment, whatever the reason is,” he shook his head, “thankfully, these meds help,” he explained.

I pretty much zoned out as I washed the pills down with water. 

I followed my PEP instructions to the letter, taking no chances, and by summer break, I was in the clear.

I went back home to Minnesota, aka The Forgotten State, for the summer.

In the middle of June, I had my 21st birthday, and my friends took me out for drinks at the only bar in town. After a few drinks, I was chatting with Grady, one of my closest friends from my high school baseball team. We were catching up, swapping war stories about the last semester.

“Honestly, I haven’t really had time to go out for drinks, definitely not getting laid,” he said.

“That Ivy League school keeping you in the library?” I mocked.

“Yeah. I knew it would be hard, but not that hard,” he shook his head and sipped his beer. “The worst part is my roommate is always in the dorm studying, I swear he has no friends, but it really kills my ability to jerk off.”

I snort-laughed.

“Seriously, if I’m lucky, I get to jerk off between classes. Otherwise, I’m trying to do it secretly in the showers,” he shook his head, smiling at the insanity of it.

“Being home must make it easier?” I offered.

He grinned, “You’re right about that. I’ve made up for lost time, too,” he chuckled.

I shook my head, “Your poor dick.” Grady was one of the guys I jerked off with back in high school; I remember he was one of the guys who seemed to enjoy jerking me off while he stroked himself off. “Why don’t you just jerk it with your roommate? You know he’s got to be just as frustrated as you are.”

He nearly spit out his beer laughing, “Dude, I haven’t done that since…well, since we had that camp out junior year.”

My head bobbed a little, a few flashes of the memory crossing through my head. Then I sipped my drink, and I think my facial expression sold me out as my eyebrow raised, thinking about how I’ve taken it to…another level.

His eyebrow cocked up, “Wait, do you and your roommate…” he let the rest of the question linger.

I shrugged, “No, my roommate is just as annoying as yours,” I said. “Probably more since he’s an athlete,” I scrunched my face and gave Grady a look that he understood.

“Ok,” he sipped his beer, looking at me like he was having a conversation with me in his head. “I did have a Devil's three-way during spring break. Not with my roommate, but…”

The mental image of him and onother guy tag teaming a woman flipped my horny switch into the overdrive position. I leaned in, trying not to appear too excited, “And, how was it?”

His head teetered side to side. “Eh, it was fun.” He tried to hide his grin.

I smiled, “Fun?”

“Ok, it was a lot of fun,” he shook his head at me, and sipped his beer.

“Yeah, it was,” I clinked my beer against his and drank. “We’re going to need two more over here,” I shouted to the bartender.

“Look, don’t tell anyone I told you. Having a threesome with two girls makes me a hero, with another guy and one girl…it raises eyebrows,” he suddenly got serious.

The bartender gave us two more beers.

“Hold on. If you didn’t jerk it with your roommate…” he started to do the math in his head. “How have you been relieving tension?”

I sipped my beer, debating how honest I should be. I think the look on my face was already giving away too much.

“Oh come on, I told you about my threeway, spill,” he insisted.

“Ok, ok,” I sipped again. “But this stays between us,” I locked my eyes on his.

“Of course,” he drew an X on his chest, over his heart.

I took another sip and a deep breath, “Ok, so, I’ve been busy, and single, and horny,” I started.

“Yeah?” He was annoyed with how long I was taking to get to the good part.

“Ok, so there’s a store just off campus that sells,” I looked around to make sure no one was listening, “porn.”

His face lit up at the word.

“And I was really horny, like, going out of my mind, insane with horniness,” I sipped.

“Yeah, been there,” he chuckled.

“Well, have you ever been to one of these porn shops?”

He shook his head no.

“First, they are what I imagine heaven to be, all kinds of cool shit, but, this one has these video booths in the back where you can go and pay some change to rub one out and then leave.”

His face looked confused. “So you jerk off in the video booth instead of your dorm room?”

I sipped my beer, “well…as it would turn out, there are these holes in the wall where you can stick your dick through and someone on the other side will jerk you off or suck your dick,” I chuckled at hearing the words out loud.

His face lit up, “No shit? Girls go and play with themselves in these booths, too? And then suck you off?”

I laughed, “Umm…” I shrugged, “I’ve never seen a girl in there, and I’ve been a few times now.”

I watched his face as he did the math in his head. His eyes went huge, “Wait, you let a guy suck you off?”

I grinned, “Best blow job of my life.”

“No fucking way, no way you did that,” He insisted.

“Don’t believe me, but it happened,” I shrugged again and sipped my drink.

He sipped his drink, still debating whether I was lying to him. “So, what, you stick your dick through the hole, someone sucks you off, and that’s it? You don’t have to get them off? Or do you…”

“You don’t have to do anything. There are no rules.” I corrected him.

There was a brief pause, but then he realized I didn’t answer the question he was really asking. “But have you? Reciprocated, I mean.”

I took a deep breath, smiled, and shrugged.

“Oh man, holy shit, you did!” he got all excited.

“Shh, Jesus, it’s no big deal,” I insisted.

“Fuck, that’s wild. At least there was a girl between me and my friend in the three-way,” he took pride in knowing I had a gayer experience than he did.

I rolled my eyes, “There’s no way you didn’t touch each other, otherwise…I don’t think it even counts as a three-way if all three people aren’t doing stuff together.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, if you fucked her, then he seperately fucked her, that’s just you sharing a girl. For it to be a three-way, you need to have been doing stuff with both people,” I insisted.

“Well…I definitely had a three-way,” his grin went from ear to ear as he sipped his beer.

I believed him; there was no reason to lie at this point, it’s not like he was trying to one-up me on this, but I wanted details. “Nah, I think you punked out.”

“I did, we did,” he insisted. I gave him a skeptical look. “He fucked her first, then I fucked her, but then he wanted another go and we started getting closer, and…I don’t know how it happened but at one point he had his dick in her and mine slipped below his balls between his thighs and it was like…tight, so I kept going. He definitely clamped down on my dick too, he was into it, which kind of turned me on and then when he blew his load in her his thighs clamped tighter on my dick and I blew my load,” he blurted out all the details.

“Damn, ok, I’m proud of you,” I tried to keep a straight face as his went beat red.

He sipped his beer. “It was intense,” he chuckled.

“Wait, you blew your load on him?” I asked a little too excitedly.

“Not exactly, I mean, we were both wearing condoms. I’m not trying to be a dad with a woman that would let two guys fuck her at the same time,” his eyes got big again as he laughed at the idea.

I chuckled, then got a little disappointed. “So no one got cum on anyone?”

“Oh man,” he shook his head, “he went soft so quick after he blew his load, when he pulled out, the condom started leaking out around his shriveled dick, it leaked all over me because he was still clamping down on my dick between his thighs. I got his cum all over me,” he laughed. “I blocked that part out,” he shook his head, smiling.

I grinned, “Hot.”

He cocked an eyebrow up and then frowned, “Fuck you.”

“I’m serious, that sounds like a hot experience. Did you like it?”

“Honestly, it was hot,” he admitted.

“What about the other guy?”

“Fischer? He’s one of my closest friends at school. He and I started a flag football team freshman year, and have been close ever since.”

I nodded, “And now you’ve had his cum on you?”

He chuckled, “Yeah, that’s a thing, too.”

“How was that for you?”

He smiled at me, “No different than when I jerked you off back in the day, I guess.”

The memory flashed in my head. Seeing him pumping my dick in his fist as the first shot of my orgasm shot out onto the floor of the tent and the rest of my orgasm erupted like a volcano down his fist. I nodded, “Yeah.”

“I guess it’s not a big deal, when you think about it,” he insisted.

“I mean, no, but it’s still a bit taboo, and kinda hot at the same time,” I admitted.

He bit his lower lip and focused his eyes on me. “What’s hot?”

I felt my face flush and took a quick sip of my drink. The look on his face let me know he wasn’t going to let that one go. I shrugged, “It’s kind of hot when a guy…gets his stuff on you,” I admitted bashfully.

He smiled, “How many times have you let a guy…get his stuff on you?”

“Only a couple,” I felt the heat of the question.

His eyebrows raised again, “Was it on accident, like with me and Fischer, or was it on purpose?”

The question was tricky to think about without thinking about how it happened. “I…well, the first time was definitely an accident.”

He chuckled, “And the others?”

“Well…I…I guess they were more on purpose,” I admitted.

There was a pregnant pause before he said anything. Then he nodded and smiled, “It’s kind of hot.”

I chuckled and nodded in agreement. Then I leaned in and lowered my voice, “It’s kind of like…a reward for helping him get to an orgasm.”

“It’s kind of like a blood brother pact,” he agreed. “Like, once you’ve had your cum on someone, you’ve kind of claimed them.”

“I would say that only counts if you cum in them, but I guess it’s kind of the same either way,” I chuckled.

“I’ve never cum in anyone, at least not without a condom. Have you fucked someone wihtout a condom?” He got excited.

I nodded. Technically he fucked me without a condom, but Grady wasn’t asking that question.

“And you finished inside?” He nearly gasped.

I chuckled, “No, that’s not what happened.”

“Oh, good, that would’ve been real stupid. The pull-and-pray method is how I came into this world,” He chuckled.

“You know, by your definition, I’ve technically claimed you,” I grinned at him, leaning an elbow on the bar.

He laughed, “Yeah, I guess so.”

I was feeling bold, looked around, “I would let you claim me back…if you wanted.” My heart started racing as the words left my mouth.

He sipped his beer. “Really?”

I shrugged and nodded yes.

“Like, you’d jerk me off?” He clarified.

“And let you cum on me, you know, to…” I gestured with my hands like a wizard, “to claim me,” I chuckled. “If you want, I mean.” I tried to reel it back in now that I put it out there.

I could see the wheels turning in his head. He looked around, then leaned in and asked, “Right now?”

I grinned, “Yeah, if you want.”

He chuckled, “I mean, it’s your birthday. Do you want?”

My heart was racing, “Let me think. Do I want an orgasm?”

He chuckled, “Ok, where? How?”

I looked around. This bar only has a small, single-stall bathroom that two guys couldn’t go into at the same time without being noticed. “We could take my truck up to the service road. No one is up there after six o’clock.”

He thought about it for a second, “Fuck it, yeah, lets go.” He quickly gave the bartender cash for both of us, and we snuck out. 

I let him drive, since I had had a few too many. As he drove, I reached over to rub his crotch. He let out a chuckle and a moan as I felt his dick start to grow under his jeans. He reached down and undid his button and the zipper, exposing his white briefs underneath, pulled my hand in and let me really grope his stiffening cock through the cotton fabric. Not taking his eyes off the road once. I gently squeezed, feeling him get thicker and longer in his undies.

It only took a few minutes to get to the service road. He turned off the headlights as we got closer, not wanting old-man Mercer to see us turn up the road and call the sheriff. This time of night, I’m sure he’s asleep, but better safe than sorry.

At the dead-end of the service road, it led to a big metal gate that was locked, preventing vehicles from driving right up to the transformer that housed the electricity for the entire town. Grady shut off the truck, leaving the radio on. He pulled my hand out of his pants and opened the door. We both got out and he walked quickly to my side of the truck, his hand now rubbing his dick inside his underwear.

“So, how do you want to do this?” He asked in a husky voice.

I dropped my shorts and stepped out of them, tossing them in the back of the truck. Then my t-shirt followed. Keeping my sneakers on and my tighty whities, I leaned against the bed of the truck and started stroking my hard dick inside my underwear. “However you want.”

He stood in front of me, pushing his jeans down his thighs. Then, he quickly crossed his arms, grabbed the hem of his shirt, and pulled it up and off his torso. His body was more worked out than I remember it being. A bit more hair on his chest, too. He took a step closer to me and draped his shirt over the wall of the truck bed. Leaving his hand on the edge of the wall, next to my shoulder, he towered over me. I could smell his musk as he slipped his hand back into his briefs and started squeezing his dick. “I don’t know, I guess, do you want to jerk each other off?” His hand left his underwear and reached out to trace the outline of my hard dick in mine.

“Mmm, that would be nice,” I moaned and reached out to trace his dick in his underwear. It flexed and strained against the material as it begged to be released. I pulled his waistband down, his dick sprang free and looked bigger than it did back in school. I didn’t hesitate, I wrapped a hand around it and gave it a few tugs, pulling him closer to me. I felt a sigh of relief breathe out of him as I did.

He quickly hooked his fingers in my waistband and pushed my briefs halfway down my thighs. My dick dangled out in the warm night air. He started stroking me at full speed. His grip was tight, and it felt so good. I put my free hand on his worked out shoulder as I braced myself and stroked his dick in return. We just panted and stroked for a few minutes. Each of us staring at the others dick as we brought ourselves closer to orgasm.

“Jesus, I’m close,” I admitted, feeling him start to roll my balls in his free hand as the other stroked my cock.

“Go for it,” he grumbled, stroking me faster and gripping my balls tighter.

I felt my balls tighten, my ass flexing and rocked up onto my toes. “Oh shit,” I whispered, making no effort to redirect my cum as it shot out and hit his abs. He continued to stroke me through my orgasm, his hand getting coated again with my cum until I couldn’t stand another stroke and pulled my dick out of his fist. “Fuck,” I chuckled. “Looks like I got you again,” I grinned in the darkness.

He flung my cum off his hand and then grabbed his throbing cock. “My turn,” he groaned as he started fisting his cock. I reached out and started to play with his big balls. “That feels good,” he sighed, fucking his fist.

“You going to cum on me?” I asked, hearing how gay it sounded, but not caring as I felt his balls churning in my hand.

“Yeah,” he breathed out.

“Where?” I asked, taking him off guard with the question.

His eyes met mine and he smiled, “Umm…” he huffed stroking his dick faster, “where should I?”

I tried to pretend like I didn’t care, “It’s up to you,” I averted my eyes, looking at my cum on his abs, now dripping down into his pubes as the muscles in his arm flexed while he brought himself to the edge. “You could cum on my dick, or face, or ass, if you want,” I squeezed his balls again. “Whatever you think is hot,” I added, putting it back on him to want it.

He nodded, and grinned, “Can I cum on your face?”

That wasn’t what I hoped he’d say, but I nodded.

“I’m close,” He said, his eyes pleading as his free hand pushed down on my shoulders.

I squat down in front of him, looking up just an inch or two from his jerking dick. I could smell his musk, more intense this close. I watched as his balls tightened. He grabbed my hair gently, bringing his dick closer to my face and the first wad of cum launched from his swollen, cut tip, splattering right on my lips. I instinctively closed my eyes and mouth, feeling the next couple of shots hit my cheek, chin, and more on my lips. I pressed my lips tighter together, curling them in until I realized I could taste his first shot. The tangy sweetness of it barely grazed my taste buds and it woke that slutty side inside me and it took everything in me not to try to taste more.

He grunted, and I felt him release my hair. I opened the eye that safely didn’t have cum on it to see him slow his stroking as he huffed to catch his breath. “Fuck, that felt good,” he chuckled. “I think that definitely counts as claiming you,” he added.

I chuckled, wiping a good amount of cum off my face so I could breathe and speak. The smell of his cum wafting into my nose. “Yeah, I’d say so,” I chuckled and stood quickly. I turned away from him and licked my lips as I reached into the truck to find a rag behind the bench seat to wipe the full load off my hand. Then I offered it to him to clean himself up.

I tucked my dick back into my briefs and leaned against the cool metal of the truck, just soaking in what just happened. I watched as he tucked his spent dick back into his underwear, the thickness of his dick still there, but it shrank to only a few inches.

He leaned over me, and I thought he was going to try to kiss me, sending panic into my body, and I stiffened. He chuckled, pulling his shirt off the bed of the truck. He swiped his bare hand at the wetness of my cum on his abs, flinging it onto the ground and then pulled on his shirt, wiping his hands on his jeans before doing up the zipper and button. “Give me a ride home?” He asked.

“Oh, yeah, of course, I straightened and climbed into the truck, still only in my underwear.

He chuckled, “Not getting dressed?”

“Nah, it’s too hot, and I’m just going to go home and pass out,” I shrugged.

He drove us to his house, thanked me with a wink as I slid over into the driver's seat. I had sobered up enough to drive myself the ten miles down the road to my parents' house.

I was so turned on when I got home, a rush from walking around in just my sneakers and underwear that I quietly rushed inside, snuck up to my bedroom and jerked off to the memory of what Grady’s cum smelled and tasted like. It only took a few minutes for me to shoot my second load of the night, clean up, and go to sleep.

Two weeks later, I got a call from Grady.

“Hello?” I picked up the phone from the counter, the cord dangling from the wall.

“Tristen, it’s Grady,” he said on the other end.

“Hey, how’s it going?”

“I was talking with some of the guys, and we were thinking about going up to the lake to camp for the weekend. Want to go?” He asked.

“I have to work Saturday, but maybe I can come up after work?”

“That works. Tucker’s dad bought a cabin, so we’re going to get it ready for their 4th of July barbecue, I guess.”

“Oh, so you just want me to come help you clean and do manual labor,” I said.

He chuckled, then lowered his voice, “I was actually thinking… technically you’ve claimed me twice and I only got you once…so…I feel like I deserve a second go.”

This made my dick twitch in my shorts and my heart started racing. I tried to play it cool, but also my mom was on the other side of the counter making lunch, so I really needed to play it cool. “That would only be fair. Yeah. I can totally help with that,” I sounded way too into it, but I thought I freaked him out on my birthday, and he would never even hang out again. So this invitation flipped that horny switch, and I had three days to dwell on what might or might not happen.

Saturday came. I packed a change of clothes, swim trunks, and grabbed the toiletry bag I use to take my stuff to the showers in the dorms. I tossed it all in my backpack and went to work. When I was finally done with work, I drove up to the lake, which is about an hour and a half drive.

By the time I got there, it was already getting dark; the guys were all out by the fire.

“Tristen!” I heard Tucker shout as I walked up. “Grab a beer, there’s dogs on the grill if you’re hungry,” he pointed.

I grabbed a beer and cracked it open.

“Nah, you gotta chug that, you’re at least a few behind,” Chucky said, clearly drunk already. “We’ve been drinking all day,” he laughed.

“You’ve been drinking all day,” Tucker said, tossing a bottle cap at him, and everyone laughed.

I chugged the beer and then grabbed another. “Where can I dump my bag?”

“Oh, I am in the master bedroom. Chucky called dibs on the spare room, and Grady is in the room with the double bunk beds. You can take one of those beds if you want or if you don’t want to share with Grady you can take the couch, but I’ll be honest, that couch sucks.” Tucker said.

I nodded and went up the steps to the back porch and then into the cabin. Of course, I was going to take the bunk room with Grady and drop my backpack in that room.

We all had a lot of drinks and swapped stories of our college conquests. I left out my experiences in the video booth; Grady didn’t breathe a word of his three-way. By the time Tucker decided he was going to bed, I was so horny I thought I might cum in my underwear like a teenager.

We all went to our respective rooms, Grady and I in the bunk room.

“There’s no lock,” he whispered, molesting the door in the darkness.

I whispered back, “Don’t worry about it, those guys are probably already passed out.” I chuckled, stripping off my shirt, then my shorts. I watched as he did the same; he was already hard in his underwear, and there was a wet spot at the tip where he’d been leaking precum. 

He closed the gap between us, pushing his underwear off his hips and letting them fall to the floor as he stepped out of them and stood in front of me. His hard dick was floating between us, waiting for me to stroke him. I reached out and took his thick dick in my hand. Feeling tipsy I was also feeling bold, “You know how you said, your friend clamped his thighs around your dick and made you cum?”

He nodded a breathless, “Yeah,” as I stroked him. Both of his hands were on the upper bunk behind my head to steady himself.

“Would you want to try that with me?”

He groaned as I tightened my grip on his dick, “Mmm…if you want.”

I nodded, “I was thinking about it, and it sounded kind of hot, but only if you want to,” I said lamely.

He nodded, “Oh yeah.”

I dropped his dick to hook my thumbs in my wiastband, pushing my undewear down to the floor. “How do we do this?” I asked, heart racing.

“Umm, I’m not sure. We had condoms and lube. Do you have any?” He asked, picking up where I left off stroking his dick.

“Uh…I might have lotion in my bag,” I said, digging into my backpack to pull out my shower kit. He climbed onto the lower bunk, laying on his back and stroked his dick while I dug into the kit. I pulled out a tube of lotion that I used on my feet when the heels got so dry that they started cracking. “Oh shit, I also have this,” I pulled out a little brown bottle and held it out for him.

He took it. “What’s this?”

“Poppers,” I said matter-of-factly. “I picked it up at the video store.”

“Poppers? I’ve heard of those, I thought that was a gay thing,” he said, studying the bottle.

I chuckled, “I tried them, had the most amazing orgasm of my life.” I shrugged, climbing onto the bed next to him, handing him the lotion.

He grinned, licked his lips, and sat up. He squirt some lotion on his dick and started stroking all seven thick inches. “I think it would be easier if you lay on your side,” he said.

I nodded, rolling to my side, my ass facing toward him. He lift my right leg, squirted lotion just under my grundle, the cool cream smearing between my legs and hitting the back of my balls. He used his dick to spread it around and I couldn’t help but let out a sigh. He adjusted himself, sliding his dick under my ass between my legs, the tip pegging the back of my balls. “Ok, close your legs,” he said. I let my leg fall flat, closing my thighs around his shaft. “Mmm, just like that,” he put a hand on my hip and rocked his hips, his dick sliding with some friction between my legs. I let out a sigh as his tip poked my balls and the shaft slid along my taint. “You like that?” He asked, breathing on my neck as he held me tighter.

“MmmHmm,” I stroked my dick furiously.

He started humping me a little harder. His dick occasionally pulling out too far and sliding up my ass crack over my hole. Every time, it gets a bigger moan from me, keeping quiet enough not to be heard by anyone but Grady. He noticed the reaction, and his ‘slips’ became more frequent.

I reached over by the pillow where I left the poppers, opening the bottle and inhaling deeply, letting the rush wash over me. “Mmm, want to try?” I asked, offering him the bottle. He didn’t pull his dick out from between my legs, but nodded yes. I twisted myself enough to hold the bottle under his nose. “Inhale deep,” I said as I plugged one side of his nose. He did as he heard me do a minute ago.

“Oh wow,” he said, feeling that first rush.

“Do it again,” I told him, and held the bottle back under his nose, on the other side this time. He did as he was told, and I twisted back away from him to take another hit myself. He moved his left arm under my neck so I could use his bicep as a pillow. His right held onto my hip as he started humping into me again. I let the rush continue to wash over me and this time when his dick slipped out and up my crack I moaned, “oh fuck,” as his slick head swiped over my hole.

He grumbled a quiet chuckle, “You like that?”

With the poppers and booze shutting out my shyness, I nodded, “Yeah, it feels so good.”

He did it again, the lotion letting him slide easily up and down my crack. I moaned quietly again, thinking I was subtle about how much I was really enjoying it, but he caught on and reached down, pushing my hip away from him, so I rolled onto my stomach, and him rolling on top of me. His dick slipped down between my legs as he put himself into a pushup position and started rocking his hips so his cock fucked against my taint. Both of us were moaning and grunting quietly. 

After another minute his dick slipped up between my crack and over my hole again, wedging itself between my cheeks. I quickly uncapped the poppers and took another hit. He rocked his hips, sliding his cock over my hole a few times, the head catching on my pucker making us both moan again. I took another hit of the poppers and he reached down to aim his dick directly at my hole, his crown settling on my opening pucker, wiggling its way into my ass lips. Neither of us said anything, just feeling, touching, enjoying each other's bodies. He rocked his hips slightly and his fat cock head popped into my outer ring.

“Ahhh..shit,” I groaned into the mattress.

“Sorry, I thought you wanted me to,” he pulled it back out.

I felt pain shoot into my guts, and I groaned. “No, I do, fuck…just take it easy.” I took another hit of poppers.

He put the tip back in, easily this time, then pulled it back out just as quickly. He popped the head in and out a dozen times, making sure I didn’t hiss in pain again. “Can I fuck you?” He whispered.

I spread my legs and groaned out a, “yeah.”

He popped the head in again, getting a little more than the head this time, then pulled it out. “Do you have a condom?”

“I don’t, do you?” I lifted my head, feeling him breathing on my neck, his helmet still on my hole.

He sighed, “No…I didn’t think…it’s a guys' weekend,” he chuckled.

I got nervous, thinking of the nurse in the clinic and how he said everyone gets caught up in the moment. This isn’t some random guy, though; it’s Grady. “Just…do it before I change my mind,” I said, then took another hit off the poppers.

“You sure?” He asked, already pushing the head back into my hole.

“Mmmm…yeah, go slow,” I groaned feeling that rush wash over me as his dick sank into my ass. “Oh shit,” he is thick.

“Mmm…God that’s tight,” he moaned as he sank half of his dick into me. Then he slowly pulled out and rocked at least four inches into me.

“Ahhh…gentle,” I groaned. The poppers and beer were doing their job, but the lotion was a far cry from lube.

“Mmm, sorry, it feel so good,” he moaned, dropping down to his elbows, his abs filling the small of my back as he rocked his hips into my ass.

“Unh…mmmm,” I moaned, feeling him hit my prostate with his next thrust. I felt my dick swell under me. The thought of him dripping precum into me turned me on and I clenched my ass on his dick.

“Oh fuuuuck,” he groaned, dropping his head onto my back and holding his dick balls deep inside me. 

“You ok?” I rocked my hips into the mattress.

“MmmHmmm…I’m close already,” he chuckled, bringing his head over my shoulder, his stubble scraping the soft skin of my ear.

I could feel his cock pulsing inside me. “How close?”

He chuckled, “real fucking close,” he rocked his hips again. Then again, a long deep thrust, “Ungh, I’m really close,” he rocked his hips again and buried his dick inside me, panting. I felt it throb, “Ahh…I’m cumming,” he breathed in my ear as I felt that hot wet blast filling my guts. He thrust again, pushing his cum deeper into me as he groaned and unloaded his balls.

It felt so good, I was so turned on by the idea of Grady cumming inside me I was clenching my ass around his still throbing cock. “Mmm, fuck,” I moaned, reaching back to pull his ass deeper into me.

He rleaxed, laying his chest onto my back, “Fuck…sorry, I didn’t mean to…” he trailed off.

“It’s cool, it felt good,” I told him.

He rolled off of me, taking a deep breath, “Really?”

I flopped onto my back and started stroking my dick, “So good,” I said, furiously bringing myself closer to blowing my own load.

Grady sat up on his elbow, facing me, watching me stroke. He slid his right hand between my legs, his fingers feeling the wet mixture of the lotion and his cum as he inched the fingers closer to my hole. He pushed his middle finger easily into my ass, my sphincter tightend around his digit adding a slight pressure to my prostate and it set me off. “Oh shit,” I groaned, feeling my balls pull up quick. I grunted, my upper body jerked up as my abs tightened, feeling my orgasm rock through my body, my legs shaking as I stroked out the first wad of cum onto my chest, the second and third fired out onto my abs as the rest dribbled onto my fist. I finally relaxed onto the bed and breathed again. “Shit,” I whispered under my breath.

Grady pulled his hand out of my clenched thighs, chuckling, “Damn Tristen. That…was hot.”

I grinned, still coming down from my orgasm. “Jesus, yeah.”

He crawled over me to get out of the small bunk bed. He snuck out of the door and came back a few minutes later with a washcloth, which he handed to me. “Use this to clean up,” he whispered.

I wiped the cum off my torso and dick, even put the warm wet cloth to my burning ass hole full of Grady’s cum as I watched him slip his briefs back on. He picked mine up off the floor and handed them to me, trading for the cum covered wash cloth. He ducked back out of the room for a second and came back in, getting into the bunk across from mine. “Good night,” he said. 

“Good night,” I chuckled, thinking it was a weird way to end the night.

Minutes later, I drifted off and had a great night's sleep.