Final Night

Inside, Bob gently sets you down on the couch.

"Want another coffee?"

"Please.... Thanks."

Although you're still near wasted, the coffee seems to wake you up at least halfway. Bob sits down right next to you and seems to get the same effect from his mug.

"What's wrong, dude?" He asks, "You look like shit. What, did Jack get on your nerves?"

"Do I really? Nah, it's nothing like that."

"So what's wrong?"

"Shit, I mean it was a good party and all, but... but I guess I just kinda wish we played our game instead." You're just as surprised as Bob that you let those words come out of your mouth, but with how relaxed the **** made you it's only natural.

Without a word, Bob moves closer, taking his strong hands and rubbing your shoulders. You let out a small moan as you feel the tension wash away. He's close enough now for you to smell the vodka off his breath, and then he leans over to your ear and whispers "We can still play now."

You feel your pulse quicken under his hands as you look timidly into his confident eyes. He breaks eye contact for a moment to look down at your lips, and then leans in.

You receive him with joy, tugging on his lip like it's the only time you'll ever be able to. Gradually, he gets more and more aggressive, forcing his tongue into your mouth and wrestling your own into submission. Without breaking the kiss, he pushes you down until you're laying on the couch with his magnificent body pressing you down, not even allowing you to move. His bare six-pack gyrates into your smooth stomach as his tongue explores every corner of your mouth, finding cracks and grooves that you didn't even know about.

When you can feel every one of the eight inches he has rubbing into your leg, you know it's time for the next step. Breaking the kiss, Bob moves his way down your body sucking your nipple and licking your belly button. Then he pulls down your pants, looks at your boner for what feels like the first time, and effortlessly flips you over, ass in air.

Admiringly, he squeezes your soft cheeks with his rough hands, even planting a few kisses down there. Then it all stops.

"Be right back," He says, leaving you there on the couch, body aching for his touch.

When he comes back a minute later carrying a bottle of lube, you understand why. Honestly, with how drunk you both are its surprising that he thought about you like that, especially when the need for protection didn't even cross your own mind.

Your friend kneels down next to your face so he can kiss you again while reaching around to stick a slippery finger in your ass. You moan into his mouth as your hips hump back into his hand, not getting enough. Soon its two fingers and then its three, and you feel ready to cum before anything's even started.

Then Bob breaks the kiss, causing you to give off a little whimper, and he sets up behind you, pulling his pants down. You moan in approval as he enters you, your whole body burning with intense desire. There is no pain this time. All you can feel is pleasure as your vacuous hole is filled.

As soon as your hips touch, Bob decides to not waste any more time and starts banging you like its his last chance. Faster and faster his hips slam into your ass, his dick spasming with need. You feel pretty close yourself, and its when his balls slap into yours that you let out a primitive howl as you orgasm onto the couch. All without touching yourself a single time. A minute later your buddy's groans get shorter and shorter until he unloads himself into your ass likewise.

He falls asleep before his head hits the couch, crushing you under his weight. You wait a few moments until his erection dies down before using the last of your strength to flip him onto his side. With a smile, you kiss his sleepy form, savoring what you can.

Deciding that you need to take care of your exhausted man, you **** yourself upstairs to find some blankets and pillows. Although you can't feel too much of anything, it must have been a really good assfucking you got - you nearly fall down the stairs due to a loss of energy.

Tucking Bob in, you slip in under the blankets and wrap your arms around him. With one last kiss, you fall asleep.