Part 4
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Woke up the next morning, squeezed out between my 2 sleep over buddies, and took the longest, hottest shower of my life. I came back to my bedroom to get my clothes and realized it fuckin stunk -- stale beer and, based on what happened last night, God knows what else. They were both still asleep. It was weird to see 2 guys laying in my bed, naked no less. Blankets and sheets were all over the floor (did we really do that last night?). I sat down on the nightstand at the end of my bed and just...sorta...looked at them. With all the stuff that went on over the past few days this was the first time I really looked at them. It was cool to look at a naked man and not have to pretend you're not (like in the locker room showers). Stevie looked good in the daylight. Better looking than Andy. Leaner but very buff. I'd guess construction guy. I got up and walked around them so I could survey the scene (did I really suck Andy's cock after it had been in my ass?). They looked different. Peaceful. Calm. Even angelic. Never thought I'd use that word to describe them after last night (oh my God I got fucked in the ass). I sat back down and looked at them head to toe, and everything in between. I started to get a riser (oh man they creamed my face didn't they). It was all coming back. And the fuckers never let me get off. I thought it was sorta justice that I cream out a load sitting there watching them. Maybe I'd spooge on their faces. Nah, probably not worth the penalty I'd have to pay. So I splinked out a rather satisfying load on my chest, cleaned up, and went down stairs to make some coffee. About an hour later Stevie came bounding down the stairs in jeans, putting his watch on while he carried his shirt in his mouth. "I gotta be at work in 45 min. Drew-man is getting up. I think he's gonna grab a shower." As he walked to the door I heard the water go on in the shower. "Oh...uh...thanks for the blow job and...you know..." "Ya. No problem." About 10 min later Andy came slugging down the stairs looking like the shower didn't do nearly as much good as it should have. "So fuckin hungover." He was wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. Given recent events his modesty made me laugh a little. He sat down, threw his head back and shut his eyes. "Dude you need a new toothbrush yours is spent." "Uh...ok (he's using my toothbrush?)" "That coffee?" "Ya I made a pot." "Cool. Cream and a little sugar." I was supposed to serve his ass coffee? I got up and went to the kitchen. He grabbed my shirt as I walked by. "Just a little suger k?" "K". "So fuckin hung over." As I poured the coffee I heard "...and get me some Advil too...".
I handed him his coffee...and aspirin. He popped the pills, took a hit of coffee, and in one smooth motion he bent down, put his shoulder to my stomach, lifted me up and put me over his shoulder like a sack of concrete. "The fuck are you doing? (I said to his ass cuz that's what I was facing)". He started walking to my bedroom "best cure for a hangover -- orgasm". He threw me on the bed, tossed his towel, yanked off my clothes, and dove on me. For a second I thought he was going to kiss me. Didn't happen. Instead I got rolled over on my stomach, felt my legs being pried apart and him kneeling between them. "So fuckin hungover". "Dude we don't have to...ya know...if you're not up for it." I felt him slapping his meat against my right asscheek. "Nah, haha I'm good to go." We spent the next 2 hours fucking. Not a misprint. Two. Fucking. Hours. Ok there was a couple breaks mixed in. But basically it was the longest sex-a-ton I ever had. And it was with a guy. Jesus. I'm pretty sure Andy didn't score high on his SATs but he sure knew how to use his meat. I actually made mental notes of what he was doing so I could try it on chicks back home. We were in all kinds of positions -- doggie ("get that ass in the air"), flat on my stomach, rolled over on my back ("you like it this way don't you"), on our sides, he even had me mount him while he was laying down so I would ride it ("let your ass do some work for a change"). At one point I was on top of him and from below me he was pistoning me so fuckin hard I could hear my dick slapping against my stomach. We stopped once to kinda catch our breath after a particularly fierce scene, and once when he got me in kinda a 69 position we stopped and he told me to suck his toes. "Dude I'm not sucking your fuckin feet." "Dude you ate my cock, my cum, and my asshole. My toes aughta be a fuckin cakewalk." So I did it. One at a time. For probably 5 minutes. "Each of those bad boys are about the size of your dick hahaha." Ya. Funny. I was surprised how much he got off on having his toes and feet licked. Never really considered working feet, even with a girl. But he laid back and stroked his dick with one hand behind his head the whole time I was doing it.
I was laying on my side when I heard the now-familiar grunting. I was thrilled that he was finally going to cum. I was worried that with his stamina I was going to get fucked right into next week. The pace picked up, he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me so close I thought he was going to completely pierce me with his schlonger. Then I felt his cum filling my ass. Indescribably wired feeling. His face must have been buried in the nape of my neck because I heard his every sound as he was cumming. When he finished he moved his hand from around my waist to around my chest. Our breathing was heavy and we were exhausted, from the sleepless night to the wild sex we just had. His cock stayed hard inside me. I felt some drips down my leg. He wasn't pulling that fucker out. HOW THE HELL LONG CAN THIS ASSHOLE KEEP A BONER??? But thru it all...I felt warm. Safe. At ease after the beating my asshole just took. I just kinda laid there till I heard him softly snore. Christ he fell asleep with his bone up my ass! I actually kinda did to. I remember feeling it pop out, but he kept his arm around me. And we fell back asleep.
Two hours later he was re-showered and out the door. I called my mom and asked her if it was ok for me to say another week.