The following is a fictional story, all of the character portrayed are over eighteen.
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Just another house party with the boys, your classic college sausage fest. None of us cared that there were never any girls around (okay, we all cared), these were good people to hang around and get drunk with and we always had fun.
Nathan was throwing the party this time, he lived in a studio apartment which was cool having everyone in the same room, but it was small and we were crammed in together. There wasn't any privacy anywhere and you could hear everyone's conversation. That was part of what made it cool though, there was basically one giant conversation or activity everybody was involved in.
Especially the drinking games, which I seemed to always suck at playing. Beer pong, never-have-I-ever, even shot roulette always got me. I got trashed very quickly and ended up passing out on the couch early, it couldn't have been passed ten o'clock, the apartment was still packed. I woke up at random when people sat on top of me, just my feet and legs at first, but eventually they just squished over and around my comatose body.
I started holding on to consciousness, I could tell I had been out for hours. The apartment had cleared out a little, I opened my eyes long enough to see there were about a dozen people left, most of them my good friends. I knew I was safe here, nobody would steal my wallet out of my pocket if I crashed the night, or sit on top of me, so I closed my eyes and tried going back to sleep, but my attention was drawn to what they were talking about. They were all snickering and laughing.
"Oh my god."
"He's just going for it."
"Whatever man, that shit's toxic, get it out when you can!"
I could hear it now, someone was jerking it in the armchair near my head that was next to the couch I was sprawled over.
I tried slowly opening my eyes, I didn't want them to think I was waking up in excitement to one of the boys masturbating, so I wanted to make sure they didn't see. I opened my eyes a hairline and I could see Bryan, pants around his knees, with his head kicked back, furiously rubbing his cock up and down with his hand. I nearly burst out laughing. This guy! What the fuck was he doing?!
I realized I was watching him masturbate, confirming to myself it was best to just pretend I was asleep. I was still drunk and didn't want to get caught watching one of my friends rubbing himself, but I couldn't help it. His cock was much larger than mine, it was surprising. Bryan was one of those scrawny boys that always looked small, even though he was taller than me. I just expected him to have a smaller cock, or average at best, but he had a huge dick.
"Dude, don't even think of cumming on my furniture or carpet!" I heard Nathan say.
"Go to the bathroom already!" Joe said with disdain.
"Don't worry, I can't cum this way." Bryan explained. He stopped what he was doing, straightened his head back up and just laughed with a huge, silly grin on his face. His cock was still rock hard and he left his pants around his knees as he returned to conversation with the group.
I found myself disappointed as I kept staring at his large cock, which he would stroke every so often to keep fully erect. I loved when girls would cum, and I would eat them out for however long it took for them to orgasm. Something about cum coming out of a hose in a squeezed stream excited me and I fantasized about what it would be like having a man explode on my face and in my mouth.
"Can you put that shit away?" Darrel asked Bryan, whose hard cock was still pointing out in the middle of all their conversations.
"I need to cum. Like, seriously cum." Bryan responded sorrowfully.
I had always enjoyed Bryan's company, he was a hopeless romantic that wore his heart on his shoulder, which I could relate to. Hearing that intonation of sadness in his voice, I understood how much he was longing for love, I wished there was something I could do to make him feel better.
"Then cum already, get that poison out!" Jason advised, he was always going on about how cum was a bad thing to hold in.
"I need to cum in something." Bryan confessed.
"Do it in the bitch with a cock drawn on his face!" someone whose voice I didn't recognize blurted out. Was he talking about me? It wouldn't be the first time these guys drew cocks on my face when I was passed out. We all had a good laugh those times, myself included, but I always secretly wished they put real cocks on my face.
"Leave him alone, he's a good guy." I heard Joe reply firmly. Joe was always looking out for me, I considered him my best friend.
"Put it in his mouth, he won't know! Then this guy can finally put his fucking dick back in his pants" the unrecognized voice said again as he made his way towards me. Through the sliver of vision I had, I could see it was Michael.
I should have known it was him. I hadn't hung around Michael much, but I know one of my ex-girlfriends had an affair with him. I didn't like him at all, but when he put his hand on my jaw and pinched my nose closed I didn't react. As little as I liked him, he was steering things the way I wanted things to go. Michael was trying to pull my jaw open, but he didn't really need to try, I opened it voluntarily and allowed it to look like it was from his efforts.
Was I really doing this? I couldn't believe I was lying on the couch, pretending to be asleep, with my mouth open waiting for a cock to be entered.
"I'm not cumming in his fucking mouth!" Bryan said exasperated.
I knew it was a hopeless dream, Bryan was a good friend, he would never do that.
"It's easy. Let me show you." Michael said pragmatically as he unbuttoned his pants.
Fuck that! I hated this guy, I wasn't about to let me come near me with his... massive fucking cock! Oh my god! Nevermind! I opened my mouth wider to ensure it would fit.
Michael had lowered his pants and a giant cocked snapped out from beneath and bounced above my face. Bryan may have been much bigger than me, but Michael had a monster cock. I felt like a whore, not caring anything about whose cock it was and just wanting it in my mouth. The other boys were my good friends, they would never do anything perverted to me against my will (and I didn't think they'd want to do anything with my consent), but Michael hated me. I thought if anyone would cum on my face, it would be him.
"Dude, get the fuck out of my home!" Nathan roared at him.
No! I knew Nathan was just trying to do the right thing, but he was about to ruin everything.
"I'm just fucking around!" Michael laughed as he turned around and pulled his pants back up. I almost sighed out loud.
Bryan had softened up enough to put his pants back on too. I guess we were done. What a disappointing turn of events, this world was yet again just teasing me. I tried staying up to see if anything interesting would happen again, but the boys went back to their card games and television and I eventually fell back asleep.
I awoke what must have been hours later. The lights were all off in the apartment and, off the glow of the television, I could make out the forms of several people sleeping on the floor and other furnishings. I slowly looked around with just my eyes, keeping my body still. Focusing my sight on the television, I saw there was a pornography playing. I explored the rest of the room, and on the armrest adjacent to the couch I was on, Bryan was masturbating again. Poor, horny bastard.
I tried thinking quickly of what I could possibly do to get that large cock in my mouth and cumming, so I slowly started opening my mouth. Just a little, so that it looked like I was breathing out of my mouth, but enough that even his big cock could be squished in.
Abruptly, Bryan groaned and threw his head into his hands, he was clearly frustrated about something as he stood up and started pacing back and forth in front of the couch I was 'asleep' on. He would stop by my head for a moment, before he resumed pacing back and forth. I thought he was actually contemplating putting his cock in my mouth!
I debated ending the facade and telling him he could just do whatever he wanted, but he stopped beside my head again and started jerking himself again. I could see him start to crouch, his crotch getting closer to my face. I had a brief moment of lucidity and putting my excitement to the side, I wondered how good a friend he might actually be if he was thinking of putting his cock inside his passed out friend's mouth, but that feeling quickly subsided when suddenly he pushed the head of his cock against my lips.
I had never felt another man's cock with any part of my body before, let alone my lips. The head of Bryan's cock was oddly soft and hard at the same time. I had always thought of a man's cock as some fiere and monstrous instrument of destruction, but this felt unexpectedly gentle and delicate. Almost instinctively, I opened my mouth wider.
I panicked for a moment, thinking Bryan might realize my mouth opened consciously, rather than reactively, but I don't think he was paying attention to much. He pushed his cock further into my mouth and I entirely consumed the head. He started pulling out and pushing back in slowly, with just the head of his cock. I didn't know the first thing about sucking cock properly and I knew I wouldn't be able to take much more of his large cock down my throat, but Bryan put his hand on the back of my head and made his best efforts.