JJ's Bodyshots.
This is entirely the work of the author, and no similarity to other works or people is intended. All characters are from my imagination, albeit that my imagination has to start somewhere.
Copyright of this work is held by the author, and contains details of M-M relationship and sexual acts. If under-age, or these acts are illegal in your location, please leave now.
Part 1.
This was weird. Good weird, but still weird.
I was waking up in bed, so that was good. I hadn't been out all night. There was someone beside me, so I hadn't been disowned. The room seemed overly bright behind my eyelids, and my head was banging. That wasn't so good. Paracetamol and water required.
Then what had happened the night before came flooding back in technicolour. Oh. My. God!
Wind back, start again.
JJ and I went to school together. Well, when I say together, we were in the same form in secondary school. He was part of the "in crowd" whereas I wasn't. He was always getting up to mischief of some description, whereas I was the goody two shoes geek. Thanks to the miracle that is Facebook, we'd met up with each other 25 years later and become friends. So much so, that when he'd suggested that the four of us - him and his girlfriend, me and my girlfriend - go on holiday, I'd not run away from the idea, kicking and screaming. Maybe I'd make up for some of the crap that I brought on myself at school? Anyway, I was due a holiday, so it was booked. The four of us flying to Italy for a week.
JJ had always been tall, 6'2", big feet, big hands, black hair, green eyes, but he'd now gone quite grey and it suited him, really. Gone was the element of always getting into trouble or playing pranks and generally getting into mischief. He'd calmed down over the 25 years since we'd left school. We'd both met red-heads, both a couple of inches shorter than we were, so Jane was about 6' and Janet about 5'9. Both with long hair, both with good figures, both easily able to carry off a bikini or a swimsuit with equal ease.
I'd taken the piss out of JJ for buying a pair of Budgy Smuggler trunks - speedo-style - but he'd told me that he'd not only bought a pair for himself, but one for me too, so that he didn't feel so self-conscious. His girlfriend (Jane) had been on at him for months that he should get a speedo tan line, so he was going to do as she asked whilst on holiday. Jane had apparently discussed it with Janet, and she was into the idea of me having a speedo tan line too.
Talk about women plotting behind your back!
So, anyway, the deed was done, and JJ and I both had a red pair, a white pair, and a fancy multicoloured pair to wear at the beach or around the apartments or whatever. Oh yeah, he'd not bought one each, he'd bought THREE each. Apparently the girls didn't want to be eating sand out of our packages each night, so decided that we each had to have a couple of changes of trunks.
On the plane over, we'd chatted and had a few drinks, but weren't anywhere near drunk. When we started on the Italian red wine, things progressed quite nicely. A few bottles of wine between the four of us, a few nice steaks, and we weren't feeling much pain when we got back to the apartment. We started into the duty free that we'd brought with us, and by about 1am we were feeling even less pain, and the girls were getting us horny.
JJ was in his white trunks, and with splashes of alcohol and water they had a few transparent patches. Jane was in a bikini, as was Janet. I was in a pair of multicolour `Smugglers. Going back on the idea that he'd lost all of his mischief, JJ suggested body-shots to, "get the party going." The only body shots I was aware of were in boxing, but that wasn't his plan. Out came the whiskey, and Jane lay back so that he could fill her belly button with it. I was then encouraged to drink it out. It was only a thimble-full, so where was the problem.
So, first round was belly buttons and we all managed to get that over with.
Next was the patch between collarbone and neck. Slightly more than a thimble-full, but we each managed it. Me from Jane, JJ from Janet, Janet from me, and Jane from JJ. So, we'd had three shots each and I was finally getting into this. Time for a fall.
It was arranged that I'd be first in the next round. Kneeling down, my back to JJ, the idea was that he'd drizzle whiskey down my back and Jane would lap it up. Janet would be between my legs and under my arse so that she would get any overspill, save messing the floor up.
Well, that was the plan. Right. Like that was going to work out in real life. Never in 200 years was probably the most accurate.
JJ started by drizzling the whiskey too high up, so it went sideways rather than down my spine. When he adjusted and moved to the band of my trunks, he poured too much and Janet was splashed in the face. Jane just wasn't ready for this and was sitting it out. JJ lost patience and said, "here, this is how you do it!" Pouring another generous shot over my back, he moved my trunks aside, positioned his mouth just at my arsehole, and licked the fluid up.
It was like an electric shock had been applied to my cock. It moved from interested and half-hard to totally in the game and hard as a rock within seconds. Who knew your arse could be that sensitive?
Well, JJ, apparently.
"Lean forward," he said.
I complied instantly, no longer thinking about what the fuck are we doing here. The adjustment meant that the whiskey flowed over my arse, down my balls, and some of it ran down my cock as well. JJ's hand was down there to catch any drops, which he then fed to me. Soon, it seemed like the whiskey wasn't needed, and JJ was licking my arsehole and pushing his tongue inside. I was in horny heaven, and would be getting Janet to do this when we got home.
Janet!
Where the fuck was Janet?
And Jane?
JJ felt my reaction to the thought and said, "I think they've gone, mate."
Sure enough, I'd heard the door close but hadn't registered the effect. "Fuck," was the only word I could think of, as my forehead crashed onto my forearm. I'd managed to leave the teasing and taunting of school behind me and I had a steady girlfriend to show for it. I wasn't the queerboy any more, I was just another str8 guy, as was JJ.
Well, not so str8 as it turned out.
"I hadn't thought of that yet, but maybe?" JJ said. It took me a minute to realise that he was taking my exclamation ("Fuck") as a possible invitation. I collapsed in a heap on the floor, rolling onto my back. JJ had a grin plastered across his face (dare I say a shit-eating grin?) that suggested he was more than interested having started this ball rolling.
"Why?"
"Well, I've tried drinking body shots with Jane, but this sounded like more fun. Looks like it is, too..." he added.
It was in for a penny, in for a pound, now, so I pulled myself up off the floor and took the bottle from him. Took a slug straight out of it, then pushed him to the floor to repeat the exercise on him. Kneeling in front of me, arse in the air, whiskey drizzling down his arse crack, down his balls, and dripping off his cock. At some point he'd taken off his trunks so it was easier for me to access him, although there was nothing to mop up the careless drips and spurts either. As my tongue slid across his arsehole, I knew I was home. I pushed my tongue in a little, and he pushed back to me. God, this was great from both sides - licker or licked! As my tongue ploughed a path into his arse, I drizzled a little more spirit over it. Some I swallowed, some dripped to the floor, and some must have made it into his arse. I wondered if it would make him more drunk? Hmmm. I moved down to his balls, licking, and sucking, almost tentatively. He'd shaved them quite recently, so there was little stubble and no hair to get in the way. They felt silky-smooth on my tongue, and I just had to try and take one in my mouth. Oh, heavenly. One wasn't enough, and I tried to take the second in. God, that was a mouthful. The weight of them, even without anything else, felt immense. I rolled them around on my tongue whilst still in my mouth, and was aware of the even bigger weight of his cock, just a lick away. I wasn't sure I'd ever get this chance again, so I went for it. With one last lick and run round in my mouth, I let his balls flop out of my mouth and dived for JJ's cock. JJ's painful "aww" as his balls left my mouth was made up for by the "AWW!" as he realised I was going for the main event. Jane might have gone, but JJ was going to get a blow job tonight.