Relaxation With Friends
This story involves sex between men, the use of drugs and alcohol. If these offend you stop reading. Otherwise enjoy yourself. If you would like to find more of my work check out motto on Furaffinity, sofurry, and mottowrites.tumblr.com
Hand on hip Auntie Esther beckoned me back into the house. Five foot nothing she still stood tall with disapproval that made her stance rigid that was softened by a warm smile. "Baby you barely been here for an hour come back and finish watching the movie with us." She said motioning with her whole arm. At times, she could be as firm and unmoving as an old tree, the fact she wasn't dragging me back in by the ear was a sign I had a choice though.
"I just got to get air and relax, you know." I told her with a non-committal shrug and a smile. I did want to go back inside the house and relax back into one of her oh so soft couches she had in her living room. Everyone was stuffed in that little house though. Aunties, uncles, parents and kids. It was just too much for me, if it was just Aunt E and Old dude from down the street I would have been fine. Feeling the cop-out in my own words I ducked my head and stuffed my hands into my hoodie. "Sorry." I offered in a soft pitiful voice that spoke to just how drained I was, socially that is. The words unlikely to make it to her.
When I looked up Aunt E was stepping down off the porch and coming to embrace me in a hug. Ducking down to meet her I pulled her in and picked her up. The softness and warmth was just as I remembered it as a kid with only the slight chill to her skin. Pecking a kiss on her brown skin I squeezed her tight once more. "Just be safe you little bugger." She said returning the hug "and put me down." Was quickly added after. That knot of worry that had settled between my shoulder blades seem to ease as I put her down. She was quick to return a kiss to my cheek.
Watching her go back in the house I breathed out a little easier than I had since the family decided to have this get together. Social situations, especially with my family, did not mesh well with me and I had been dreading this all week.
Getting the car keys out of my pocket and my phone I walked across the street to where I had parked my car. Switching my phone off airplane mode I found that I had missed a message from my friend Roger about hanging out. I had to turn down his offer to relax and play video games before because the family meeting. "Snuck away from my family. Hanging out still on the table?" I messaged to back.
By the time I had settled into my car I had a message back from Roger. "Christ yes, bring drinks. Please!!" he replied with a picture captioned `Bruno is in his boxers!!' And sure enough he got a creep shot of Bruno sprawled out on his big couch in nothing but the hair on his chest and boxers decorated with Easter eggs, just in time for Saint Patrick's Day.
Sending back an affirmative I chuckled to myself over the picture. Bruno was a certified sex addict, and I don't even think I was exaggerating any about that fact. I knew more than a dozen other guys he was fooling around with and a few girls. So I turned on my car and shifted into gear in search for drinks to bring to Roger's.
My quest had me visit a little bodega on route to Roger's house. Roger lived on the east side of town so that meant his house was just getting out of the bad side while the whole city pulled itself up out of the dumps. That also meant with night in full swing and the street lights not on I sent him a text to open the door before I got out my car.
When he texted back I grabbed up the two bag of cold drinks from the passenger side and got out the car. Walking up the big front porch Roger had I found quite a sight. Standing on the other side of the screen door like an oversized teddy bear Bruno gave me a nod and swung the door open for me. I could see his cock straining to get out of his boxers with the button barely holding on for dear life. Having not gotten any for a week or so I found lust stirring in my stomach with the promise of sex. Since Bruno loved fucking he had gotten good at it and was one of my best hookups.
You know bouncers in movies for the main start to go all david and goliath on that was Bruno, but with an extra foot of height and a few pounds. The fact he was soft around the edges with a visible gut, even when he wasn't naked, didn't make him any less menacing with his intense eyes and dense curly black beard shaped around a strong jawline. "Is that beer in the bag Lucas?" he asked as I shoved one bag at him while I stepped in.
"In one of them yeah." I told him, I was never much of a beer person. I had gotten some rum and plastic shot glasses for me.
From the other end of the house Roger shouted out "Shove one down his fucking pants before he pokes your eye out." And I had to bite my lower lip not to laugh but a snort still came out. I didn't know how he could hear us.
"Do you want me to pour you one or not?" Bruno retorted by shouting over his shoulder as I slipped past him and shoved him back in the house. Closing the door behind me I shuffled into Roger's living room where a movie was paused on the screen. It looked to be a romantic comedy just at its climax where the guy got the girl through inane coincidences or something.
Thunking the other bag down on coffee table I flopped down on the couch and was sucked into it. It felt like a cloud and the stress of life, bills, school, and even family seemed irrelevant next to its soft mass. Roger was a huge movie buff and had made his living room the perfect place to relax while watching one or playing movies. He had surround sound, movies posters up for old art movies I'd never watch, book shelves of movies, a flat screen screwed on the wall and couches all turned around to see the TV and have access to the coffee table.
I became one with the couch Roger kept up the abusive banter. "Fuck you." He griped like an old curmudgeon.
"I tried that and you slapped my ass. While I welcome the bedroom play I am more of one who does the spanking." Bruno assured Roger before I heard him crack open a beer and pour him a glass.
From where the voices were coming from and the fact Roger wasn't out here enjoying the movie I knew he had to be in his speakeasy. His choice of name, not mine. It was a tiny room in the back of the house he used to categorize and process the weed he makes in his basement. I smoked on occasion but Roger was a simple genius when it came to growing weed and consuming it. If I had to hear about nitrates in the soil and the type of bulbs he had to use again I'd fall asleep and maybe never wake up.
Deciding to do what I came here to do I switch the television off the movie to one of the game systems Roger had hooked up and opened up my rum. It was coconut cream flavored rum, which I would keep to myself while Roger and Bruno had their beer. Pouring me a three shots I drank one and got to the game.The alcohol warmed my belly when it hit it. Jiving well with all the food my family brought.
A few minutes of bantering more had Bruno coming back with his own beer and a joint in hand. The joint was one of the pre rolled ones Roger sold the dispensaries around the city and out of state. With the bigger companies flooding the market Roger had made his spot with stronger and cheaper weed. Making a whole plethora of different products people could by a weed for sleep, to help with depression and any number of things from Roger. He could have probably lived in a mansion with all the money he was making. "Jacob, you want a hit." Bruno asked as he came to sit down with me. Once he had plopped his ass down his stole a shot and drank it quick before downing his beer.
Trying to keep the smile from my face I turned to him "Sure." I told him. Not even looking at me as he was finishing his drink he didn't expect for me to kiss his fingertips before taking the joint from him. He froze for a second and by the time he had started moving my focus was back on the game while I puffed on the joint.
The warmness of the rum doing its thing and a few hits of the joints relaxed me by the time Bruno made his move. Putting his glass down on the table with a thud Bruno put a hand on my thigh and went for the kill. His teeth bit my neck first in a sharp pang that felt so good before his soft lips pressed against my neck in a kiss. I tried to keep up a stony image, but he knew my spots. His hands pulled at my hoodie and shirt to slip under and began to play with my body. "Fuck." I cursed as I paused the game and leaned back in my seat.
Knowing he had won Bruno let out a deep rich chuckle before pulling his hands back. With his mouth firmly against me the chuckle radiated through my body and had me grabbing hold of the controller tighter. I repeated myself as the controller was taken from my hands and the joint ashed in an ashtray.
"Can I get a blow job, man?" he groaned into my ear before biting the lobe gently, his hardness pressing against my thigh as he pressed in closer. His hands went back to my hoodie and undershirt but instead began to lift it up above my head to get me shirtless..
My answer to his question was still working itself through my mind when he began to kiss down my neck to latch onto my nipple. "Yes, fucking yes." I moaned as I turned towards him to give him full-frontal access. While his mouth played with the hoop on one nipple his right hand pinched and rubbed over the other. It made my toes curls as all coherent thought slipped away to leave me with only vague ideas of emotions and the biggest one was lust that made my whole body one big erogenous zone. His left hand unoccupied with my chest settled on my waist and I was pulled down onto the couch, the warm leather against my back.
I laid there and just let him have me for the moment, his lips and hands speaking a language to my body that was engrained in my dna. By the time he had stopped and pulled back I was ready to blow. "I could just do so many things to you." He said shoving a finger against my stomach.
I gave him a "what do you mean." Look as I grabbed my rum and drank a pull from the bottle. The cold liquid went down smoothly to coat my mouth and throat in its decadent taste before it warmed my belly.
A rare blush spread across the big man's soft tan face as his mouth turned up. "Biting, hickies, spanking. You know rough shit." He caught himself and gave me a smile that warmed me just as much as the rum did. "You look so innocent even though I know you're not."
I couldn't really act all innocent when he had fucked me so many times. So I just smiled. Fuck he was handsome when he wanted to be. Not in the movie star way. But the way that he was easy on the eyes and his eyes spoke of promises to bend you over and fuck every thought out of your mind, good or bad.I slipped over to lay across his thigh with my face right against his groin, close enough I could smell his sexual frustration and the heat radiating off it. It was his turn to tense and I lapped it up.
Releasing him from the confines of his boxer's by popping the button I was greeted by a thick cock. He wouldn't win any prizes in length but with a well-trimmed bush of dark pubes, a big set of closer hangers, and a cock that slowly swayed I couldn't help but love it. He sucked in a deep breath of air as his cock sprang out and before he could release the breath I took his cock in my mouth.
The breath came back out as a shuddering moan he tried to stifle while his cock pulsed in my mouth. The big head flaring against the back of my throat as I buried my nose in his pubes. Pulling at his boxers I slipped back off his cock completely before swallowing it back again when I shoved his boxers down past his ankle. Keeping his cock in my mouth and giving shallow bobs of my head that had his cock head butting against my throat I slipped to the floor. My knees met soft carpet and my chest rested against the couch as I got to work. One hand stayed on his knee for support while I bobbed my head up and down his cock with a hand on his balls. His cock filled my whole mouth and to the point it bulged my cheeks. So as I kept going, being reward with moans and lots of pre he drooled, my whole world became him. How he filled my mouth, throbbed every time I bottomed out on his cock, and the taste of him. It was manly, rich and earthy with his pre only a little salty with it coating my tongue and throat. The taste of rum was supplanted by the taste of him.
Along with the taste of him sliding past my lips I got to feel what my mouth was doing to him. His hand had covered mine on his knee and when I was really doing good, moving my tongue and sucking just right, he would tense up. Making his balls bounce and move in the palm of my hand. The big orbs had to be back upped with just how large they were and how much the pre they squirted down my throat.
"Fuck fuck fuck." He growled out suddenly and placed both hands on my head. I didn't have much hair to grab onto so he just held my head and forced me down. Holding my face buried as far down as he could he began to give short shallow shoves that gave me more cock than I thought he had. His face was focused frustration as I looked up. He sucked in his bottom lip to bite on while his eyes screwed shut.
He kept thrusting his cock deeper and deeper like there was no tomorrow before soon he hit the point of no return. His hand gripped my head even tighter and he pressed me down into his groin while his hips shoved up. "Lucas." He moaned my name in a long prayer that made goosebumps glide up my spine.
I was treated to shot after heavy shot of cum firing down my throat faster than I could swallow it. By the time he was done my mouth was full of his seed and he kept me pressed into his groin as I swallowed. The only reason I started pulling back was a lack of air. We both were breathing heavy in the afterglow.
Mine was cut short as Roger had come out sometime during the blowjob. In one hand he had a joint and his cock in the other. Its dark brown length stuck out of his jeans and sat lazily back against his chubby stomach. "Me next."