Truth, Dare and Desire E9.5 | Just two guys helping each other out

Everyone is over the age of 18 

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From Red’s POV:

Waking up hungover after sleeping on someone’s carpet is the worst feeling in the world and you can't convince me otherwise. I fell asleep a bit longer on the cab ride home and by the time we got there, the headache was too awful to even continue sleeping. 

“God, I feel like ass,” Josh groans beside me on the couch while rubbing his head. 

“You smell like one too.” I couldn't resist making the joke, but laughing hurts my head and leaves me with some regrets. 

“Shut up, man. If you didn't need to fuck Lea, then we could've gone home early last night. Did she end up letting you do that thing you wanted?” 

Fuck her in the ass? Fuck yeah. 

I peered at him through half-closed eyes and nodded. He reached over with a painful groan and patted me on the chest. 

“Worth sucking dick for?” 

It was, to be honest.

“Assholes are a lot tighter, aren't they?” He smiles knowingly at me. 

“Yeah.” I chuckled, knowing that I can't hide anything from him. 

“She let you cum in there?” 

“I couldn't stop in time.” I smile despite the searing pain in my temple it causes. “She started backing up on me and it was game over.” 

“That's pretty hot.” 

Then we laid on the couch for a bit, legs and arms sprawled everywhere as we suffered the consequences of our poor decisions last night. 

“Yeah, fuck this,” Josh says after a while and gets up to go to the kitchen. I covered my ears as the clacking of cupboard doors and clinking of glasses rang in my ear. Eventually, Josh comes back with some orange juice and a bottle of vodka. 

“Grandmother’s secret,” he says before gulping down his glass. 

What the hell, right? I take the glass from his head. Soon after, the headache lessens and is replaced by a warm glowy buzz. 

“It was a good idea,” I said to him. Turning my head still triggers my headache so I sink back into my spot on the couch.

“Best hangover cure,” he replies while scratching his crotch. “This, and hangover sex.” 

“Hangover sex?” 

“You know when you're so fucking dehydrated barely anything comes out of your junk, but the dopamine still hits hard and gets rid of the hangover fast?” 

“Never tried,” I say. Now that I'm a bit buzzed, I can't stop thinking about fucking my girlfriend again in the ass. I hope she lets me. 

“What have you tried?” Josh laughs as he pours himself another drink. “Well, anal now. Cheers to that. You're a real man now.” 

We clink the glasses and drink while I reminisce on the tight asshole enveloping my dick completely as I kneeled on the bed. 

“Alright, I gotta rub one out,” Josh says while pulling down his shorts. 

“What?!” I watched him take his big tool in his hands. 

“You're fucking horned up too.” He points to my boner tenting up my pajama pants. “The hangover will go away once you cum. Trust me.” 

Josh closes his eyes and leans back comfortably on the couch, jerking his flaccid thick cock roughly. After staring for a few more seconds, I decided to give in to his idea. I take off my pants and start to touch my hard-on while thinking about my girl.

The first ripples of pleasure fanning out from my crotch did soothe the pain in my head, and I settled into touching myself beside my friend. 

We do this silently for a bit, but the silence was broken regularly by the creaking of Josh shifting his weight on the couch. It was interrupting my fantasies of last night, and eventually, I opened my eyes to see what he was doing. 

He has both hands on his big slab of meat and he’s thrusting upwards into them with his back on the seat cushions. His hips are off the couch and giving powerful and forceful thrusts like he was attempting to push something off him in short bursts of energy. 

“Jesus. You good, bro?” I ask him, much more conscience of how I'm sitting on the couch. 

“Yeah.. just… with a hangover… it's harder for me to bust…” Josh grunts with effort between his thrusts. 

“Yeah?” I didn't feel that way at all. If I had some silence, I would think about last night and probably cum in a couple of minutes. 

“Yeah…” Josh’s jaw is tight as he fucks his fists roughly. Then he stops, sitting back up on the couch with his massive dick flopping around in its erect state. “God, I wish I had something tight and wet right now.”

Me too. That would be really fucking nice right now. Maybe I should call Lea to see if she's awake. 

“Want to suck each other off?” Josh asks me with a serious face. 

“Are we still playing spin the bottle?” I reply jokingly. 

He shakes his head at me. “I'm serious. Help me out and I'll help you out after.” 

“Why do I have to suck you first?” 

“Because I take longer to cum, and you probably won't want to after you've busted.” 

“What makes you think I want to right now?” I exclaimed.

“Come on, man,” he groans. “I need this. Didn't I help you last night to score with Lea?” 

“Not really? I remember sucking Felix’s dick myself.” 

“You wouldn't have made Felix cum if I wasn't fingering you.” Josh shrugs and closes his eyes in pain. “Whatever.” 

I text Lea with the other hand if she's free, and she quickly responds that she's been throwing up all morning. Great, so I won't get my nut either. 

“Please, dude,” Josh groans beside me. “I'll finger you while I blow you. I'm desperate here.” 

My dick throbs at that proposition and my will to refuse cracks under the thought of his fingers amplifying my much-needed orgasm.

Fine.

I lean down towards his meaty dick and his hand gently guides me down further.

“Oh yeah….” Josh moans in pleasure. “Just focus on getting it as wet as possible. I'll do the rest.” 

That part was easy, because with his giant cock filling my mouth, I started to salivate automatically. 

“That’s nice, man. Oh god, I owe you a big one. I'm going to fuck your face okay? Just relax.”

His shaft slides on my tongue as he pumps in and out. 

“Just a little tighter,” Josh groans. His palms rub my beard as his fingers encourage me to shut my jaw. “Yeah, that's it. Fuck yeah, that's it. Suck it.” 

He increased the speed so gradually that I was a little shocked when I felt his cock head ramming into my throat. He had it done so progressively that it didn't trigger my gag reflex. 

“That's it man, I'm getting close. Just keep it tight.” 

I was no longer in control of my movements. He held the top of my head with one hand while the other hand on my chin kept my jaw tight. I was immobilized while he thrusts his manhood into me.

All I could do was 

Keep it tight

Keep it wet

Wait for him to cum. 

“Alright, I'm close.” His heavy breaths are telling. “I'm going to nut. Just don't stop what you’re doing…. oh… ohh… OH!” His last moan sounded more like a grunt. 

I felt it.

I felt his cock contract and pulse on my tongue rapidly. 

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” His hands held me immobilized but his thrashing thighs almost kicked me in the throat. The taste of his jizz was different from Felix’ and had a sweeter tinge to it. It must be all those pineapples he’s always talking about. Josh moves my head up and down lightly while his dick twitches inside my mouth.

“Fuck,” I hear big sighs from Josh as I get up. “Oh Jesus that was needed.”

“Uh huh,” I swallow the built-up saliva in my mouth. 

“Did I cum a lot? Didn't feel like it.” 

I shook my head, just realizing I swallowed his cum without thinking about it. 

“Here.” As I sit back down on the couch, Josh leans down and takes my cock into my mouth. He sucks at me with determination, like he's trying to pull the soul out of me. There was no warm-up to it. 

Just pure and fast sucking. 

Accompanied by a loud and wet suction noise and his labored breathing.

It's

Too 

Much! 

“I'm going to cum!” 

“Mmmmmm,” he hums into my crotch.

“OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK!” The dry orgasm wreaks through my body, forcing my limbs to contort in awkward shapes as he extracted the few drops of cum I had in me. He kept sucking me through my contractions until I forced his head down with my elbows due to the crazy sensitivity. 

Josh pulls off, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You didn't cum anything.” 

“I came alright,” I say with the endorphins rushing to my head and curing me of my headaches 

“I didn't even get to finger you. Are you sure you're done? No store credit here.”