The drunk Chad fucks Tom

The door clicked shut behind them, sealing out the thumping bass and drunken laughter from downstairs. The frat bedroom was a mess—clothes strewn across the floor, empty beer cans on the dresser, a lava lamp bubbling lazy red light across the walls. It smelled like stale weed, cheap cologne, and sweat. Perfect.

Chad swayed on his feet, one big hand braced against the wall to keep himself upright. His football jersey was half-untucked, helmet long gone, brown hair sticking up in sweaty spikes. His hazel eyes were glassy, unfocused, the booze hitting him like a freight train. He blinked slow, trying to piece together how the hell he’d ended up here, alone with Tom of all people.

Tom stood in front of him, cherry-red lips curled into a wicked little smile. The slutty schoolgirl costume hugged every lethal curve: the tiny pleated skirt barely covering the swell of his golden-tanned bubble butt, the blouse knotted under his slim chest to show off that toned, smooth midriff, fishnet stockings digging into thick, powerful thighs. His long blonde hair swung in pigtails, heavy makeup making his blue eyes pop like a pornstar bimbo ready to be wrecked. He looked obscene. He looked perfect.

“See, daddy?” Tom purred, voice low and syrupy as he stepped closer, close enough that Chad could smell the sweet perfume and tequila on his breath. “Much quieter up here. Just you… and your little secret.”

Chad’s tongue felt thick. “I ain’t… I ain’t gay,” he slurred, the words clumsy, running together. He pushed weakly at Tom’s shoulder, but there was no real **** behind it—just drunken resistance crumbling fast. “Get… get the fuck away. This is a bad idea, bro. I’m straight… I got bitches downstairs…”

Tom laughed softly, the sound making Chad’s cock twitch traitorously in his tight football pants. “Mmm, sure you do.” He reached out, fingers trailing up Chad’s broad chest, feeling the hard muscle under the jersey. “But look at you. All big and strong… and so fucking drunk you can barely stand.” Tom’s plump lips brushed Chad’s ear as he whispered, “That turns me on so much, daddy. Knowing you can’t fight it tonight.”

Chad groaned, head lolling back against the wall. His cock was already rock-hard, straining against the fabric, the outline thick and obvious. He hated how his body betrayed him every damn time. “No… no way… I’m not doin’ this again…”

But Tom sank slowly to his knees anyway, skirt riding up to expose the bottom curves of his massive ass, the tiny black thong disappearing between golden cheeks. His blue eyes looked up, sparkling with mischief as his manicured hands tugged at Chad’s waistband.

“Lemme help you relax, big guy.”

“F-fuck… wait—” Chad mumbled, one hand pushing half-heartedly at Tom’s head, but it fell away as Tom yanked the pants down. His thick cock sprang free, heavy and veined, the fat pink head already leaking pre-cum. Tom moaned like he’d just unwrapped a present.

“Oh my God, look at this dick,” Tom breathed, wrapping both soft hands around the shaft, stroking slow. “So big… so angry. Been dreaming about this since the party started, haven’t you?”

Chad’s head thumped back against the wall. “Shut up… jus’… jus’ do it if you’re gonna.”

Tom grinned, tongue flicking out to lap at the tip, collecting the salty bead. Then he opened wide, plump cherry-red lips stretching around the head as he sank down. Wet heat enveloped Chad instantly—Tom’s mouth was hot, sloppy, eager. He bobbed slow at first, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing as he sucked. Drool spilled from the corners of his mouth, dripping down the shaft, making everything slick and shiny.

Tom moaned around the cock, the vibration making Chad’s thighs tremble. He pushed deeper, taking more, until the fat head hit the back of his throat. His eyes watered, mascara starting to smudge, but he didn’t stop—bobbing faster, gagging wetly, spit strings connecting his swollen lips to the throbbing shaft every time he pulled back. One of Tom’s hands slipped under his own skirt, fingers wrapping around his own hard cock through the thong, jerking himself slowly in time with the blowjob. He was so turned on already, stroking his leaking tip, pre-cum soaking the fabric.

“Fuuuck,” Chad slurred, one big hand tangling in a blonde pigtail, gripping tight. “Your mouth… s’like… like a girl…”

Tom moaned louder around the cock, the vibration sending jolts through Chad. He looked up with those sparkling blue eyes, mascara tears streaking his cheeks, loving every second of servicing this drunk straight jock. His hand pumped his own cock faster now, the sensation of the thong rubbing against his sensitive skin driving him wild.

Chad’s hips started rocking, fucking Tom’s face in sloppy, drunken thrusts. “Yeah… suck it, you little bimbo… jus’ like that… you were made for this…”

Tom pulled off with a wet pop, gasping, drool shining on his chin. He looked up, lips puffy and red, still jerking himself slowly. “You love this, don’t you? Love watching a pretty little schoolgirl **** on your big straight cock.”

“Ain’t gay,” Chad muttered automatically, voice thick and slow, but his hand tightened in Tom’s hair, guiding him back down. Tom swallowed him again, deeper this time, nose pressing into Chad’s trimmed pubes as he deepthroated. His throat spasmed around the head, milking it, and Chad groaned loud, balls drawing up tight.

Tom’s free hand cupped those heavy balls, massaging, tugging gently. His other hand kept stroking his own cock, the thong now drenched, the friction making him whimper around Chad’s shaft.

After minutes of sloppy, gagging head, Tom pulled off again, panting. “Need you inside me, daddy. Need that big dick to stretch my pussy-ass.”

Chad blinked down at him, brain foggy. “Wha…?”

Tom stood, turning slowly, giving Chad the full view as he flipped the tiny skirt up over his wide hips. The thong was soaked, barely containing his own erection, but the real star was that golden bubble butt—two perfect, round globes, thick and firm, jiggling slightly as he bent over the edge of the bed. It looked straight out of OnlyFans porn or an Instagram thot’s feed—impossibly round, big, and plump, the kind of ass that made guys lose their minds.

Chad stared, mouth slack. The sight sobered him for half a second—then the booze and lust slammed back in. He stumbled forward, grabbing Tom’s tiny waist with both hands, thumbs digging into the dramatic curve where waist flared into hips.

“Fuck… your ass is unreal,” he slurred, kneading the soft flesh, watching it spill between his fingers. “This gotta be BBL, right? Fake as hell… like one of those Instagram bitches…”

Tom arched back, pushing against Chad’s cock. “All real, daddy. 100% natural. Feel it—grab it. It’s all built for straight boys like you.”

Chad groaned, hands squeezing harder, watching the golden cheeks bounce and ripple under his palms. “Fuck… so soft… so fat… real? No way…”

“Real as your big straight cock, daddy,” Tom purred, wiggling his hips to make it jiggle more.

Chad spat messily into his palm—drunk aim terrible—and slicked his cock. He reached down, hooking a thick finger under the thong strap and yanking it roughly to the side. The fabric dug into Tom’s skin, rubbing against his hard cock and balls as it stretched taut. Tom moaned at the sensation—the thong pressing and sliding against his throbbing erection with every movement.

Chad pressed the fat head against Tom’s smooth, pink hole. Tom relaxed, pushing back slightly, but Chad held him there, teasing the entrance with slow, drunken circles. The head nudged in just a fraction, stretching the tight ring, and Tom whimpered, his cock twitching hard against the pulled-aside thong. Their eyes locked in the mirror across the room and Chad looked completely out of it.

“Beg for it,” Chad slurred, voice rough.

“Please, daddy… put it in me… stretch your bimbo’s fat ass…”

Chad pushed forward agonizingly slow, the head popping past the rim with a slick, audible sound. Inch by thick inch, he sank in, feeling every ridge and vein drag against the gripping heat. Tom’s hole fluttered around him, so tight it made Chad’s eyes roll back. The thong stayed pulled to the side, rubbing insistently against Tom’s cock as his ass got filled, the friction sending sparks through him.

“Fuuuck… so tight… like a virgin pussy…” Chad groaned, finally bottoming out, his hips flush against those massive, jiggling globes.

Tom cried out, gripping the sheets, his own cock leaking pre-cum onto the thong. The pounding hadn’t even started, but he was already so close—turned on beyond belief by this drunk, resistant straight jock finally giving in.

Chad started moving—rough, sloppy thrusts, hands gripping those wide, feminine hips like handles. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, Tom’s thick ass rippling with every pound. The thong dragged back and forth against Tom’s hard cock, teasing it mercilessly as Chad railed him doggystyle.

“Take it, bimbo… take this straight dick… ain’t gay, jus’ usin’ your fat ass…”

“Yes, daddy! Fuck my pornstar bubble butt! Harder!”

Chad’s drunk palm cracked against one golden cheek—hard. The flesh bounced, reddening instantly. Tom moaned louder, pushing back to meet every thrust. Another slap. Then another. Chad’s big hand left glowing red prints across both cheeks as he pounded, grunting and slurring.

“You love this… love gettin’ fucked doggy like a slut… don’t you, schoolgirl?”

“Yes, daddy! Ruin my hole! Pump it all into me!”

Tom reached down, ripping the black thong off completely and tossing it aside. His cock sprang free, rock-hard and dripping, slapping against his stomach with every brutal thrust. But he didn’t touch it—didn’t need to. The pounding alone, the stretch, the sight of Chad’s big, muscular body behind him in the mirror across the room—it was too much.

Chad pulled Tom up slightly by the pigtails, forcing him to arch deeper and look into the mirror. “Look at that ass bounce… fuckin’ perfect… real or not, it’s mine tonight…”

Tom’s eyes locked on their reflection—Chad’s flushed, drunken face, his hips slamming forward, making Tom’s bubble butt jiggle wildly. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. His cock throbbed untouched, balls tightening.

Chad’s rhythm faltered. “Gonna… gonna nut…”

“Do it, daddy! Pump it deep! Breed your schoolgirl bimbo!”

Chad roared, burying himself to the hilt as his balls emptied. Thick ropes of cum flooded Tom’s hole, pulse after pulse, until it leaked out around Chad’s shaft. The hot, filling sensation tipped Tom over as well—the femboy's cock erupted hands-free, shooting thick white ropes across the sheets below him. He moaned brokenly, body shaking and trembling, ass clenching around Chad to milk every drop.

They stayed locked like that for a long moment—Chad collapsed forward, forehead against Tom’s shoulder, breathing ragged, cock still twitching inside.

Then reality crashed in.

Chad pulled out abruptly, cum dripping from Tom’s stretched hole onto the sheets. He stumbled back, yanking up his pants up with shaky hands.

“Fuck… fuck fuck fuck,” he slurred, face flushed with shame. “That… that didn’t happen. That was nothin’. You tell anyone and I’ll fuckin’ kill you.”

Tom just lay there, legs still spread, skirt ruined, cum leaking out of him. He smiled lazily, licking his swollen lips. “Sure, daddy. Whatever you say.”

Chad turned, nearly tripping over a beer can as he lurched for the door. He yanked it open, stumbled into the hallway, and slammed it behind him. The sound of his heavy, stumbling footsteps faded down the stairs—drunk, ashamed, running.

Tom stayed on the bed a little longer, fingers sliding down to scoop some of the leaking down his thick thighs, bringing it to his lips with a satisfied hum.

Round two: complete.

He couldn’t wait for round three.