“Fuck, my head hurts,” Jason moaned, rubbing his eyes open in my bed, the soft, morning light caressing his naked body.
“Well—you were trashed when you showed up here last night,” I replied. “I’ve never seen you that drunk.”
“Jesus,” he exclaimed, looking down at his naked body, his cock fighting a morning woody despite his hangover. “Did we—?”
“No, dude. Nothing happened,” I assured him. “I’d never take advantage of you like that. You were the one who stripped down naked when you got into my bed. I actually slept on the couch.”
“I don’t—I don’t remember how I got here,” Jason stated, sitting up while scanning my bedroom.
“All I know,” I shared, “is that my doorman rang me at 1 am and said an Uber had dropped you off and that you were drunk off your ass and demanding to see me. If I didn’t come down for you, he was going to call the cops. I brought you up here so you could sleep it off.”
“Shit—I’m so sorry,” he apologized, his face buried in his hands. “Last night was really bad.”
“You wanna tell me what the hell happened?” I prompted softly.
“I—uh—I came home from work early,” he began, “and I was gonna surprise Jenna by taking her to that little French place she loves on the Upper West Side.”
“That’s really sweet,” I interjected.
“Yeah—well, when I came in the door,” he continued, “she was on the couch riding some guy’s dick.”
“Jesus,” I exclaimed. “You know the guy?”
“Yeah,” he affirmed. “Some douchebag from her work. He’s married with kids.”
“Did you confront them?” I asked.
“I didn’t have to,” Jason replied. “Jenna saw me in the doorway and jumped off his cock right away. He was hung like fuck, which didn’t help my ego, if you get me. She started crying and apologizing, but I just slammed the door in her face and went to the nearest bar to get shit faced.”
“Damn. I’m so sorry,” I sympathized feebly. “These things happen. It doesn’t mean you two can’t patch things up and—”
“No. I’m done with the bitch,” he interrupted emphatically. “Things weren’t that great between us before she fucked that guy. This is just the nail in the coffin.”
“You know you can crash here for as long as you want,” I offered. “It’ll be like old times.”
“You serious?” he smiled. “Those two years after college when we shared that shit-hole apartment in Queens was probably the happiest I’ve ever been.”
“Yeah—a fourth-floor walk-up with spotty heating was paradise,” I rolled my eyes sarcastically. “I was so glad to move out of there.”
“No—I’m serious,” he protested. “I’m not talking about the shitty apartment—I meant us. You and I were always a good team.”
“Yeah, we always clicked,” I smiled wistfully.
“Do you—do you remember that New Year’s Eve on the rooftop when we got fuckin’ wasted on cheap champagne from the bodega?” he asked, smiling.
“Yeah, we froze our asses off up there,” I laughed.
“Right—but that was the night you told me that you were in love with me,” he recalled, his eyes locking on mine.
“Christ,” I cringed. “I’ve always hoped you were too drunk to remember that. I was young and stupid. I should have never told you that. I knew you were straight. It was a dumb fantasy.”
“It wasn’t dumb,” he protested, taking my hand. “I was the one who was young and stupid—too blind to see someone amazing standing right in front of me.”
But before I could respond, Jason pulled me into him, his lips meeting mine. Time stood still as we kissed wantonly. It was if I had spent my life parched, in need of water, and he was my long-awaited oasis. I couldn’t get my fill of him. Jason began to explore my body, his hand traveling down the back of my shorts, his finger teasing my hole.
“I want to be inside you,” he whispered in my ear, trying to pull down my athletic shorts.
“I’m—I’m not sure we should do this,” I tried to refuse, though I desired him.
“Don’t pretend you don’t want me,” he insisted.
“No—I want you more than anything,” I assured him. “But you’re hungover and emotional after breaking up with Jenna. I don’t want to be just some rebound fuck—something you’ll regret as soon as it’s over.”
“That’s not what this is—it’s not a rebound,” he asserted. “I’ve wanted this—I’ve wanted you—for a long time. I’ve just been too scared to make it happen, walling myself off from you with girls like Jenna who will never satisfy me.”
He pulled me into a kiss once more, my resistance melting. My lips left his, traveled down his chin to his neck, and then worked between his hairy pecs and down his treasure trail until I was inhaling the manly aroma of his pubes. Taking his hard cock in my mouth, I began to suck him—wetting him for my eager hole.
“Christ, that feels good,” he praised me. “But if you keep that up, I’m gonna nut before I’m even inside you. Climb on my cock. I want you to ride me.”
“No,” I protested, rolling over next to him on the bed. “I want you on top of me—I want to feel your weight upon me.”
Obeying my wish, Jason flipped on top of me as I opened my legs for him. Gripping his cock, he pushed into me. “Fuuuck,” he exhaled in euphoric delight as he slid balls deep inside me.
Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I pulled him close to me and reveled in the feeling of being at one with him. With his full weight upon me, Jason began to rock his hips rhythmically, thrusting deep within me as waves of pleasure coursed through my body. He was being tender and gentle, but I was ready to be dominated.
“Fuck me harder,” I begged. “I want you to wreck my hole.”
“Yeah?” he moaned, pushing himself up into a plank with his muscular arms as he increased his pace. “You want it rough?”
“Yeah, fucking give it to me,” I begged as he began to jackhammer the living shit out of me.
“Damn, that’s hot,” Jason marveled, looking down at his cock thrusting in and out of my eager hole. “I haven’t cum in a few days. I might not last long at this rate.”
“It’s okay,” I assured him. “Breed me whenever you’re ready.”
“Yeah? You want my cum?” he demanded urgently, sweat dripping from his brow. “Oh SHIT—Oh FUCK—DAMN,” he growled, his load flooding my guts as his body convulsed on top of me in climactic release.
With his balls emptied, Jason collapsed upon me. I held his sweaty mass in my arms, our bodies melded, as his breathing returned to normal. Stroking his muscular back, I reflected on a dream fulfilled and the promise of a life with him by my side. As we both drifted off into a post-coital slumber, the sound of Jason’s phone buzzing on the bed table startled us.
“Fuck. It’s Jenna,” he announced, grabbing his phone. “She wants me to come home.”
“What—what are you gonna tell her?” I asked hesitantly as he tapped out a reply to her.
“I told her I’ll be home in an hour,” he shrugged.
“What? I don’t understand,” I objected. “I thought that you and I were—”
“Calm down,” Jason interrupted with an impish grin. “I told her I’ll be home in an hour . . . to pack up my shit. Now how about we get in one more fuck before then?”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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