David was awoken the next morning by the buzzing of his phone. He wearily opened his eyes, and it took him a few seconds for him to register where he was. He quickly remembered however, when he looked down at himself and was greeted with the sight of a substantial amount of cum, dried all over his chest and torso.
Oh fuck, he thought to himself.
David was alone in the bed. He considered quickly getting dressed and doing a runner, but any hopes of that plan working were killed when he heard the toilet flush. Someone was still here.
“Morning mate!” Ben said cheerfully, dressed in a pair of boxers with a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth. “I was just about to wake you up; your phone’s been going mad all morning.”
David quickly pulled the blanket over his cock and balls, prompting Ben to laugh. “Fucking hell mate,” he said, pulling the toothbrush out of his mouth. “I think that ship’s sailed.”
“Mate, about last night,” David began still struggling to full process it all himself. “I don’t know if I was spiked or what, but I’m not…you know…”
Ben reached down to David’s jeans, still on the floor from last night, and reached in the pocket for his phone. He nonchalantly threw it at David, before walking back into the bathroom.
“I’m not gonna say anything mate,” Ben said, raising his voice to be heard from the bathroom. “We had a good time, that’s all. Don’t worry about fucking labels and just admit to yourself that you liked it.”
David thought back to last night. How unbelievably horny he felt when he got on his knees in front of Sam. How badly he wanted to taste the two men’s cum. He felt his prick harden again under the blanket at the mere thought.
“Where’s your boyfriend?” David asked Ben, scrolling through the Happy New Year messages he’d missed on his phone.
“He’s nipped to the shop,” Ben replied, now toothbrushless. He came and sat next to David on the bed, prompting David to awkwardly shift the blanket to try and hide his erection. “Why, you missing him?”
“Fuck off,” David quickly replied.
“Should be back in a few minutes. What do you think of him though, seriously?”
David pondered the question. “He seemed alright. Y’know, when we were having a drink.”
“What about when you were sucking his cock?”
“Fuck off Ben!” David replied, turning a deep shade of red in the process.
“He’s got an aura about him though, hasn’t he?” Ben continued, ignoring David’s embarrassment. “Like, when he gets going, you feel like you can’t say no to him, know what I mean? I never thought I’d be a willing bottom, but for him I’d spread my legs whenever.”
David said nothing, but found it hard to disagree.
“Anyway,” Ben said, playfully rustling David’s hair. “We’re staying here for the next few days. Go back down Manchester on the fifth. If you fancy another round…”
“No,” came David’s quick response. “Me and the lads always go for a game of pool on New Year’s Day. Can’t miss it.” David jumped up and jogged into the bathroom, exposing his hard cock to Ben as he did so.
“Okay mate,” Ben said, more to humour the obviously confused lad than anything else.
David locked the bathroom door, and stepped into the shower. He grabbed one of those little complimentary shower gels and doused himself in it, intent on scrubbing off every morsel of dried cum that was still on his body. As he did so, he once again thought back to last night, about Sam’s huge cock, about being called a bitch. He thought about how even before that, he was eager to know how they had sex, what gay sex entailed. He wondered if he’d ever do it again.
After he’d made sure he was free from cum, he turned the shower head onto it’s coldest setting to try and rid himself of his erection, before stepping out of the shower and wrapping himself in a towel. He stepped back through to the bedroom area, to be greeted with the sight of Sam, sitting in the armchair David had sat in last night, before the fun began.
“Morning mate,” Sam said, a smirk plastered unapologetically on his face.
“Morning,” David said, looking around the floor for his boxers. “Have you moved my clothes?”
“Yeah mate,” Sam replied. “Ben’s bagged them up for you; they were all creased and shit. Take a pair of joggers and a top from my wardrobe to go home in, they’ll be a bit big for you but they should be okay.”
David said nothing, instead taking the bag from Ben before opening Sam’s wardrobe. He could feel the eyes of the two men on him as he let the towel fall to slide the joggers on, electing to go commando rather than wear a pair of Sam’s briefs. He quickly chose a plain black t-shirt to go along with it, before looking around for his shoes. He scanned the floor when he noticed them, underneath the armchair in which Sam was sitting.
“Could you pass my shoes please,” David said, meekly.
“Come and get them,” Sam replied.
David closed his eyes and gulped, before slowly edging towards Sam. He had visions of Sam quickly standing up and forcing David to his knees, or ripping his clothes off leaving him naked. He wasn’t even sure he’d be against it if that happened. As it happened, he had to kneel down to reach under the armchair.
“Deja vu,” Sam said, causing Ben to break into fits of laughter and David to turn red. He quickly grabbed his shoes and shuffled backwards, putting them on and then heading for the door.
“See yas later,” he said, opening the door.
“Bye mate,” Ben called out.
