“That was a crazy New Year’s party last night,” my hot-as-fuck, straight roommate Trey announced as I entered the kitchen, his big dick stuffed into a pair of white briefs. He was severely hungover and was rubbing his aching head while trying to sober up with a steaming cup of coffee.
“Dude, you were fuckin’ hammered last night,” I laughed, helping myself to the pot of coffee. “I’m surprised you can remember anything from last night.”
“Yeah,” Trey laughed awkwardly. “I actually need to talk to you about that. After the ball dropped, things got kinda hazy for me. I’m certain that I smashed some pussy back here after the party—but I don’t remember who the bitch was.”
“I’m not surprised,” I laughed. “You were so drunk, you could barely walk after midnight.”
“Yeah—well—both Kara and Mikayla were hanging on me all night,” Trey recalled hazily. “Which one came back home in the Uber with us? She was gone by the time I woke up. I don’t want it to be awkward when I see her next.”
“It wasn’t Kara or Mikayla that you fucked last night,” I reported.
“Shit—please tell me it wasn’t that fugly slut Gina,” his face contorted.
“Nope—you didn’t fuck Gina,” I assured him. “She was too busy sucking off six guys in an upstairs bathroom.”
“Then which bitch did I fuck?”
“You didn’t fuck a bitch,” I revealed. “You fucked me.”
“Bullshit,” Trey spat, slamming his coffee down on the counter. “There’s no fuckin’ way I put my dick in you.”
“Well—you did,” I doubled down. “You fucking wrecked my hole and dumped a big load in me. You wanna see my cummy hole?” I offered, beginning to hike down the back of my boxer briefs.
“NO,” he stopped me. “Look—I have zero attraction to guys. There’s no fucking way that I fucked you, as I couldn’t even get hard at the thought of fucking a dude.”
“You’re certainly hard now, thinking about it,” I gestured to his cock, which had grown rapidly hard and was straining against the flimsy waistband of his briefs.
“That means nothing,” Trey tried to cover his junk with both hands. “It wouldn’t stay hard enough to fuck you.”
“Then prove it,” I demanded, pulling down my boxer briefs, turning to expose my hole to him. “Shove it in me and prove that you can’t stay hard in a dude. You’ve already dumped one load in me, might as well make it two.”
“Fine,” Trey acquiesced spitefully, pulling down the front of his briefs, releasing his thick eight-incher. “But you’re gonna see that there’s no way that I could—Holy fuuuuuck,” he pushed balls deep into my warm depths. “Fuck, you’ve got a sweet cunt.”
“That’s what you told me last night,” I turned back and winked. “Now just relax and enjoy the ride.”
Instantly, I locked my sphincter around his thick shaft. Leaning forward and gripping the kitchen counter, I braced myself and began to rock my hips, my hole traversing the length of his rod over and over again.
“How the fuck are you doing that?” he marveled, his hands on his hips as I did all the work. My sphincter gripped him tight, essentially jacking him off with the walls of my fuck canal. “Your skill is incredible.”
“No bitch can do what I do,” I boasted, his big cock routing my depths.
“Jesus, I must have dumped a big load in you last night,” Trey observed, looking down at his big cock and noting the viscous, pearly sheen on his shaft from a prior load. “You’re wet as fuck.”
“I told you,” I wiggled my ass, teasing him. “You busted a big nut in me, and I’m ready for more.”
“You keep this up and you’re gonna get it,” he warned. “I’m feeling close.”
“Breed me,” I pleaded, rocking hard on him, gripping him tightly from within, milking his load. “Fucking seed me.”
“Shit—don’t stop,” Trey begged, his cock beginning to throb in my depths, his balls slapping my hole. “Yeah—just like that—don’t stop—OH SHIT—FUCK—DAMN.”
I could feel him erupting inside of me, a deluge of cum surging in my depths. His hands were suddenly on my shoulders, steadying himself as his body ejected his milky essence into my void. With his balls fully emptied, Trey collapsed upon me, his weight slamming my body into the kitchen counter.
“Fuck, that was good,” he exhaled, pulling out of me abruptly, his pearly load dripping from my wrecked cunt and streaming down the inside of my legs. “I can’t believe that I was too drunk to remember how good your ass is.”
“Yeah—well—that’s the thing,” I began to confess, turning to face him. “I lied—you didn’t fuck my ass last night.”
“The fuck?!” Trey spat violently, stuffing his spent cock back into his briefs. “You lied to me?”
“Yeah, but in my defense—”
“Wait a minute,” Trey cut me off. “My memory is coming back. I distinctly remember there was someone in the Uber with us when we came home from the party. Was it Kara or Mikayla?” he asked hopefully.
“Dude—you didn’t fuck either of those bitches,” I assured him. “You came home, stripped down, and crashed in bed. If you fucked some bitch, it was all in your dreams.”
“Then who was the third person in the Uber with us?”
“That was Chad—one of the bartenders who was working the party,” I admitted. “He came home with us and pounded my hole for two hours.”
“So that was his cum all up inside you?”
“Yep,” I conceded. “You know I’m a slut for cock. But the question now is whether or not you might want to dump a load in me again sometime?”
“I should kick your ass for lying to me,” Trey scowled. “But I think I’d rather fuck your ass,” a twisted smiled spread across his handsome face. “Now get your ass in my bed,“ he commanded. “I’m gonna fucking wreck your hole for pulling one over on me.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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