Again, visiting his girlfriend, Paige. Marty, Paige and I were joined by three of her girlfriends at a concert, on campus. The opening band was about to finish but Marty was completely drunk, and we were going to take him home. I was disappointed in Marty...but things got better.
It was loud but I pulled Paige aside and talked directly in her ear, "Look we've looked forward to this show...and there's no reason we should both miss it. Let me get him home and you stay with your friends." Plus, I felt more capable with getting him home; Paige was not able to help him down the stairs.
We got out of the arena and it was chilly...I guess it was late fall...late October. Anyway, he started to sober up some after a block or two. I actually thought we could go back...so I gave him a choice...arena or home?
He just grinned and slurred (he was still too drunk), "Rob, I'm so sorry...I'm sorry you're missing the show. Let me make it up to you...let me suck you...let me suck your cock. I wanna suck you...please...please, let me suck you...I'll make it up to you."
"Marty, you're drunk as hell and you wanna suck me?"
"Yeah...yeah, do it over there...in that park. I'll make it up to you...let me suck you...please."
I laughed, "Dude, I'm horny too, but then we're heading home; maybe this'll sober you up some. We only got a several more blocks."
He grinned, "It's a deal...let's go!"
He was excited, and it didn't take long before he had it out and in his mouth; I did want to get him home, but I sure wasn't going to complain.
He pulled my pants open, exposing my half-hard cock to the cold. It was a minor setback, because once I started stroking, it hardened; the shaft expanded quickly despite the cold, and his eyes focused on its growth. Eventually, it felt rock-hard in my hand and the head stood proudly, bobbing in the soft moonlight.
He let out a low moan as his hand replaced mine and he started to pump it. I could feel it throbbing in his hand, as blood pumped through the shaft. His gaze was completely focused...no sign of drunkenness, only lust and eagerness. He stroked the shaft, using one hand...then both...then one hand again. When he leaned forward to lick the head, he grinned, "Fuck yeah! You'll like how I make it up to you."
I felt it twitch as he swirled his tongue and parted his lips. Holding them tight on the head, he slowly pushed, inch by inch, down the shaft; the girthy cock disappeared into his mouth...his warm, eager mouth.
He bobbed his head up and down, slowly, keeping one hand around the base. He teased me, speeding up...slowing down...pulling off to lick the shaft...or taking just the head. Even drunk, he gave an amazing blowjob...obviously a quick learner...and a bit of a cock slut (I'm one too).
I found myself holding the back of his head, and with long thrusts, fucked right up to his throat. His eyes closed tight, and he moaned through my face-fucking flesh.
The pace quickened and I felt it throbbing against his lips. He had me backed up and leaning against a tree, when I heard a couple voices; I groaned, "We need to finish this at home, dude!"
I was ready to pull up my pants, but heard, "Look! There's guy over there, getting some head...its cool here. Baby, let's do it on the table?"
This chick was probably drunk and giggled, "Wow, I've never fucked on a picnic table, before!" I guess it was likely that they were both drunk, but they started making out and he sat her up on the table.
Marty was unfazed by it all...had no inhibitions. He looked up, "We can fuck on the table, too...I love this cock...you're my brotha from anotha motha." He smiled, "You wanna fuck on the table?" "I love it when you fuck me."
"Your cock's thick...and it stretches me." Still drunk, he continued to ramble, "I bet it's stretched hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of pussies, too." He laughed, tracing his tongue up and down the shaft, "Fuck! Sometimes, I don't think it'll fit, but it does...it always does. You wanna fuck me?"
I really didn't want to share a picnic table and have this foursome with drunken strangers...so I shoved my dick back between his lips, "No, Marty, just suck me...we can do that later...I promise. I promise I'll fuck you when we get home."
I watched the guy toss the chicks panties aside and she squealed, "Oh Brandon! Yeah, that's what I want!"
I muttered, "Guess things are going good for me and Brandon, tonight." I don't know whether they heard Marty rambling, or it just didn't matter, because they were going at it, hot and heavy. From the groans and squeals, it sounded like Brandon was pounding her good.
I think he was starting to sober up some, but Marty was still working my dick flawlessly. Pumping his head up and down the shaft, he kept switching things up, and methodically pulled off a couple times. He would lick the head and swirl his tongue around ridge, sending a sensory explosion to my brain. After the tongue, he'd stretch his lips wide and take it back into his mouth again, pumping it right up to his throat. I could feel it on the tip, and he never gagged once, though he did come up for breath a couple times.
Each time he'd look up with a drunken grin and go back to wrap his lips around the head. His lips would sensuously descend down the down the veiny shaft, taking it as deep as he could.
He started going harder and faster, with loud wet, slurps and moans. Wanting me to take charge he guided my hand to the back of his head. I palmed his head, digging my fingers into his hair and started thrusting through his lips.
I was fucking hard and felt it throb in his lips, "Yeah...that's good...feels good...dude...suck it...suck me...yeah...ahhhhh...yeah. Fuck Marty...uhhhh...uhhhh...suck me...suck that dick...suck me...uhhhh...uhhhh!"
Over and over, he pumped his face up and down, over my dick. Whenever he pulled up, he licked the underside. Fuck, he knew how to work a cock, I moaned, "Yeah...yeah...yeah...fuck Marty...that's it, lick that dick...lick it...fuck'n suck it...and lick it...lick that cock!"
Ready to explode, I felt it deep in my balls. My whole body tensed up and I gripped his head with both hands, almost driving his face into my pubes. I moaned louder, "Fuck...fuck Marty! You ready...ready for it...gonna cum...uhhhh...uhhhh...you ready?" Hardly able to speak, I felt him grunt and tighten his lips.
My dude never once gagged, and he just kept sucking until I was done. He swallowed hard as the hot release sprayed over his tongue and painted his throat. His mouth just kept pumping, till he'd taken every last drop...it was hot, thick and satisfying in his belly.
Once finished he pulled off and grinned, "See, I told you I'd make it up to you...but I'm not done...remember when we get home."
"I think the blowjob made up for things, but I'll be ready to fuck that ass. It's your turn, dude...I wanna watch you cum!" I pulled up my pants and looked across the darkened lawn at our buddy, Brandon; when we took off, he was still going at it and she was still moaning.
I smiled at Marty, "Surely, she's going to be sore in the morning." We both laughed, when I looked back, "and I'm sure they heard us."
I bet Brandon's wrecked hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of pussies, too....
