Jonathan - Waking Up To Deandre

The next morning, I woke up a bit hung over, sore in places I didn’t know I could be sore, and with an erection that was so hard it was pushing its way out the top of my waistband.

I looked to the empty bed to my left; Deandre must have gotten up early and snuck out. I stretched and started stroking myself in my briefs; my morning wood wasn’t going to go away since I didn’t get off last night.

Pulling my waistband under my balls, I started to stroke myself, thinking of my girlfriend, which was hard to do because the room smelled like Dea, and the images of last night kept creeping into my head. I couldn’t stop picturing the look on his face when he blew his load inside me. I tried to picture myself cumming inside my girlfriend, but my brain would just remind me I still had Deandre’s cum inside me, and it made me feel gross.

The door suddenly opened, and Dea walked in, catching me literally with my pants down. I tucked myself quickly back into my underwear, the waistband making the loudest, most apparent snapping sound as it smacked my skin.

“Don’t stop on my account,” he laughed, tossing his basketball onto his bed.

He was sweaty, skin glistening, his muscles all bulging, his smile looking like a million dollars.

“Let me catch a nut with you,” he said, pulling his shirt off and tossing it on the floor. The smell of his sweaty body wafting towards me. “Then we can go shower,” he dropped his shorts and boxer briefs in one quick push. His dick flopped out even bigger than I remembered it.

He sat on the foot of the bed again, reaching for the waistband of my underwear; he gently pulled them down, and I let him. My hard dick smacked my abs, a solid 6.5 inches, but it wasn’t as impressive as his.

He tossed my briefs on the floor and scooted between my legs again, grabbing my dick and stroking me with his left hand and himself with his right hand.

I didn’t say anything. Without the alcohol to loosen me u,p I felt incredibly nervous and uncomfortable. If I weren’t so hard that my dick hurt, I would’ve told him I didn’t want this, but my hormones were winning a battle with my brain pretty quickly.

“Does that feel good?” he asked.

“Uh…yeah,” I barely formed words.

He slowly stroked us both. I could smell his manly musk, and it was clouding my head.

“Let’s cum real quick, and then we can shower and hit the dining hall for a massive breakfast. Between that pickup game I just played and getting in your tight ass last night, I’m fucking hungry,” he laughed, jerking us faster.

I blushed; he was so casual about having fucked me last night; I don’t know why I was feeling like it was a big deal. “Yeah, me too,” I said shyly, keeping my eyes on our dicks.

“You took it like a champ, though,” he grinned at me. “Fucking felt good,” he said, scooting up higher between my legs.

“I…I guess,” I didn’t know what to say. It hurt like hell, but it also felt good at times, and there was something to be said about feeling so desired, even by another guy.

He pushed his hard dick below my balls and started to rub the head on my sore hole, his precum smearing all over and feeling like a soothing lotion on my puffy pucker. I couldn’t help but let out a soft “mmm,” just from the relief it brought, not to mention the rush of pleasure.

“You guess?” he smiled, “I can remind you if you want,” he pushed the head on my hole, trying to push in.

“Ungh, nah, man,” I clenched. "I’m not like that; last night was a one-time thing,” I told him.

“You were like that last night,” he mocked. “You probably still got my nut in you,” he grinned, pushing a little harder but still not getting in.

“Ahh, Dea. I’m still sore from last night,” I said sternly, pushing his hips back so he couldn’t push harder. The idea of him fucking me again turned my stomach, or maybe that was last night's drinks coming back to haunt me.

“Aight, let me fuck between your legs then,” he suggested.

“What?” I scrunched my face up.

“Turn over, I’ll fuck you between your legs like you would titty fuck your girl,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Umm…ok,” I hesitated, but he helped me flip over onto my stomach.

He grabbed the lube that was still on the desk from last night, lubed himself up, and then poured a generous amount on my crack, which dribbled down my balls and between my thighs. He used his cock to smear it over my crack. Straddling my ass, he was able to thrust long-way between my ass cheeks, running across my hole each time; it felt good, real good. The lube was soothing my hole like a lip balm does for my mouth in the winter. After a few thrusts, he accidentally pushed on my hole, not getting in but causing me to jump a little.

“Sorry, your hole opened up and grabbed the head,” he chuckled. Then he pushed the big dick down between my thighs, squeezing them together, and started treating my grundle like his own fleshlight, hitting my balls, then pulling out and doing it again and again. It all felt really good. I was humping the mattress in tune with his thrusts, my precum dripping and creating a nice wet spot that I could feel with every thrust.

He adjusted himself again, his cock running between my ass cheeks again, longer thrusts so his head traced from the top of my crack, across my hole, and back down to my balls with precision. His precum drew a line of slick man juice like a trail on a map to the treasure, slower with each pass and circling the spot he wanted to dig when he hit my outer ring.

“Mmm, fuck,” I moaned in pleasure.

He poured more lube on my hole and continued his slow thrusts until the head caught on my more relaxed hole, and he pushed gently until the head was popping out of his foreskin and poking into me.

“Mmm, no, man,” I popped my head up.

“Just the tip, bruh,” he said, not asking.

“Nah, man, I ain’t like that,” I reminded him and squeezed the tip out of my hole.

“Let me get the head in,” he chuckled and rubbed his dick up and down my hole, pushing gently, giving me more pleasure.

“Mmm, fine, but just the tip,” I told him as I wrapped my arms around the pillow and buried my face in it to stifle my groans. I felt something cold under the pillow and pulled out the little brown bottle from last night. I pushed myself up onto my elbows, quickly uncapped the bottle, and inhaled the fumes.

“Yeah, that’s the spirit,” he continued to play with my hole, the head in my ring just enough only to give pleasure as he stroked himself, giving us both pleasure that I didn’t get last night. “Fuck bro, that feels good; you like that?” he asked and flexed his dick, adding pressure to my slowly opening hole.

“Mmm, yeah,” I heard myself saying, feeling the rush through my body and my head spinning instantly.

He pushed a little harder but still slowly, and to my surprise, my hole was letting him in. My heart was beating faster, and I started getting panicky and clenched my hole to try to stop him from fucking me.

“Umm…that’s more than the head, Dea,” I groaned, hoping he’d pull out.

“Your ass is pulling me in, man; just let it,” he calmly said, still pushing in. “Take another hit, and let me get a few strokes in. I won't last as long as last night,” he chuckled.

I hit the bottle again, then again while he massaged my ass cheeks with his big hands. It felt so good my ass just kept swallowing inch after inch until I felt his pubes brushing my sensitive ass.

“Yeah, that’s it, damn dude, this ass is begging for it,” he said, reveling in getting back in me.

I groaned at the feeling of being stretched out again, “Dude, you’re too big.” I felt that sting from last night crawling up my body, taking my breath away.

“Just relax, bro,” he said, then laid flat on my back, bringing his big arms around and grabbing the poppers from me. He uncapped it and put it under my nose, giving me two more big hits before taking one himself. “Mmm, yeah, I feel you relaxing for me,” his hips made small circles as his cock dug me out inside.

Instantly feeling that rush from last night, feeling my muscles relax along with my ass from the fumes, I couldn’t help but moan as he put pressure on that spot inside me, and I felt some precum drip into the sheets under me.

“That’s it,” he said, adjusting himself, “I’m all the way in, bro; you feel me?”

“Yeah,” I whispered, almost gleefully, while simultaneously feeling what could only be described as a shame, losing out to horniness.

Deandre started pulling out slowly, then pushing in slowly, bottoming out each time and getting a grunt from me. I buried my face into the pillow, trying not to yell or moan when he hit that spot inside me that almost made me cum every time, “mmm.”

“Fuck, I hope you come here so we can do this more often. This ass is too good,” he was pistoning faster, his precum lubing my hole a little more with every stroke. “You like my dick in you?”

I didn’t answer; I just kept letting out little grunts and moans with every downbeat of his pelvis into my ass.

“I can tell you like it; you didn’t even bitch about me dicking you raw this time,” he whispered into my ear. He nuzzled into my neck, sucking and kissing it, for sure giving me a hickey, sending pleasure throughout my body.

 “Mmm, fuck” I moaned into the pillow, feeling my ass arch up to let him deeper into me.

“Yeah, you want me to cum in you?” he asked.

I popped my head up, a moment of clarity striking like lighting, “No, Dea, please don’t cum in me,” my head was already spinning with confusion; the thought of his cum shooting inside me was just gross.

“Take another hit, man, deep hit of those poppers before I nut,” he told me.

I did as I was told. My head spinning, my ass relaxing into his pounding, turning even the burning into a more pleasurable feeling and getting me to moan quietly.

“That’s it, open dat ass up for me,” he said, grinding into my ass, then continued pounding into me. “Arch that ass up, let me get deeper.”

Again, I involuntarily did as I was told, “ungh,” I moaned as his thrust poked a wall deep inside my guts.

The bed started squeaking as he started really pounding me. His cock was hitting something deep inside me; that feeling like I was going to cum every time he deep stroked me was happening more and more, faster and faster. I grind my dick into the mattress, clenching my ass with every hump.

“Oh fuck yeah, that’s it, take that dick; I’m so close; where do you want it?” he asked, thrusting harder, deeper; his dick started to swell inside me, and that pleasure button got pushed forcefully.

I felt my nuts tighten instantly, and without warning, I exploded all over the sheets under me, “Shit, I’m cumming!” I cried, clenching down on his dick as he pounded my prostate.

“Ungh…me too, I’m…ungh, cumming,” he grunted and thrust hard, exploding deep inside me for the second time in less than 12 hours. “Oh fuck yes, ungh, ungh, fuuuuuuck,” he groaned as he creamed inside me, pushing his load deeper with his last few thrusts, milking out every drop as I continued to spasm underneath him, the last of my orgasm subsiding. My mind was utterly blown, my entire body had an orgasm, and the only cum left in me was the load he had just deposited in my guts.

“Fuck…” I breathed out almost as a sigh, letting my head drop back into the pillow, enjoying the feeling of his limp body weighing me down and his cock softening inside me.

We lay there for a few minutes before his phone buzzed, and he pulled his cock out of me a little too quickly, hustling across the room to read the message. “We gotta get showered and get to the prospective students' brunch,” he grinned.

I groaned, rolling onto my side, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, trying not to leak his cum out of my ass onto the mattress I had to sleep on tonight. “How much time do we have?” I rubbed my head, trying to clear the fog in my brain, and ignored the voice in the back of my head shouting, “You have another guy's cum in your ass!”

“Fifteen minutes, so we gotta hustle,” he wrapped a towel around his waist and grabbed his shower stuff.

I nodded, wrapped my towel around my waist, and followed him to the showers, clenching my ass the entire way. A long shower would’ve been nice, but a quick, hot one to at least wash the sweat off my body was refreshing.

I couldn’t tell you what was said at the brunch. I spent the entire thing thinking about what this all meant, wondering if I should tell my girl or not, whether I would want to do this again, or whether I would want to do it with another guy. One thing I knew for sure was that I was exhausted and needed a good night's sleep.