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collegebriefs07
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Here's a first attempt. I'd love any and all feedback. It's fiction, since I'm sure someone will ask.
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In Dave's Bed
"These are comfortable sheets," I slurred as I slipped between them and into bed. It wasn't our bed. It belonged to my boyfriend's brother and his wife, who we were visiting for my birthday weekend. They didn't have a guest bedroom, but as gracious hosts they had volunteered to sleep on the couch.
The only response that came from the other side of the bed was an unconscious grunt, which I took as affirmation as I shucked my boxer shorts and tossed them on the floor. I had a raging boner, and not just because I was drunk. I'd fantasized about Dave more times than I could recall. Now I was naked and in his bed, albeit with his actually gay brother, my boyfriend.
Ellen, who I guess you would call my sister in law, was working third shift, which meant it made even more sense that Dave would hit the couch, leaving the bed to me and Donny. He'd beat me to the sack by who knows how long, because I'd passed out sitting up at the kitchen table, at least a dozen beers in.
I'd woken up and stumbled into the bathroom to piss, not bothering to buckle my belt or button my jeans since they'd come off in a minute anyway. I passed a crumpled form on the couch and offered a whispered, "Good night, Dave," before going into the bedroom, where Donny had already beat me to dreamland.
I knew that sleep should come quickly, since I'd already caught some Zs in the other room. But the longer I laid there thinking about where I was, the more my cock throbbed. Now it was fully erect, and I knew it well enough to know that no sleep would come before it did.
I tentatively brushed a couple fingers along the thigh next to me. Conveniently, this made Donny roll over onto his back. Seeing no sense in wasting time, I reached over and slid my hand in the waistband of his boxer briefs and wrapped it around his soft cock.
He hadn't woken up yet, as far as I could tell, but his penis was filling with blood, which only encouraged my gentle strokes. The familiar ooze of precum covered his cock head and lubricated my pumping, his fully hard penis thicker in my hand than I remembered it being.
His whole body suddenly jerked, and he was awake. I continued what I was doing, and he murmured his encouragement. Emboldened, I decided to escalate things. I thought about how hot it was to be messing around with him in his brother's bed, and how much hotter it would be for him to catch us in the act or decide to join in the fun.
I licked a drop of delicious precum from the tip of his penis, then kissed the head and teased my tongue around it. So far so good, if the guttural noises were to be trusted. I went for it, sliding my mouth down his shaft and deep throating his dick. The sweaty sweetness of his nutsack was familiar, but different at once. Even the cock felt different in my mouth, like I was sucking it for the first time.
I continued slurping and sucking, using one hand to stimulate him as I worked. I didn't remember him being this vocal during previous blowjobs, but we were both drunk, so I wrote it off and kept sucking. Finally, I had to come up for air. That's when he reached out and put his hand on the back of my head, wanting to face fuck me some more.
It was also the moment that I realized what was happening. I almost came in the instant that I pieced it all together. The hand on my head was wearing a ring. Donny didn't wear any jewelry; he thought it was tacky. But his married brother, Dave, whose bed we were in, wore a wedding ring.
What do I do? A million thoughts rushed through my head. Did he realize what was happening? If so, did he care? Did he secretly want this too? I'd already been working his dick for at least 10 minutes, so I decided it was too late to chalk it up to an accident. If I was going to be on the hook for this later, I might as well enjoy it to the fullest extent possible.
I didn't say anything, but went back to work deep throating his slick penis, the one I'd lusted after for the six years Don and I had been dating. I couldn't believe my luck, and I didn't allow myself to worry about what my boyfriend would have to say about this, at least not in the moment.
Surely Dave had figured it out when I did, since my hair wouldn't feel anything like his wife's. And yet he was still letting me service his beautiful cock. I took a break from the shaft and worked his balls with my tongue, to his murmurs of ecstasy.
I would never forgive myself if I didn't make my next move. I was also still plenty drunk and feeling brave, so I figured I'd press my luck and find out if Dave actually knew what was going on here. I moved up his body, breathing in his scents of sweat and lingering cologne, moving in for what I hoped would be a passionate kiss.
He put his hands up to catch my shoulders, holding me just out of reach. "I can't kiss you, man," Dave said. Devastated, I rolled off him back to my side of the bed. "But that don't mean we should stop," he said. I didn't know what to say. What did he want? I reached for his dick again. It was still hard, and I moved to put it back in my mouth.
"I was thinking of something else," Dave whispered. My asshole involuntarily puckered instantly.
"Let me lube you up first," I offered, slobbering as I took him in my mouth once again, letting him practice his thrusting rhythm on my throat. It wasn't long before he pulled me up for air.
"Donny's asleep on the couch out there. Let's get to it before he wakes up," he said. I rearranged, assuming the position, with my back to him. "No, turn around. I want to see your face," Dave said. I figured I must be dreaming.
I wiped some precum from his dick with my hand, spit in it, and used it on my waiting hole, which I could already tell wouldn't need much lubrication. I slid slowly onto his cock, which I could now tell was definitely thicker than Donny's, and at least as long.
He was ready to start pounding away, but I slowed him down long enough to get used to the sensation, also trying to be conscious of the noise level. Finally I took a deep breath and said, "Go." He fucked like a jackhammer, slamming his penis deep inside me, over and over, unrelentingly.
His face was bright red, from fear maybe, or maybe the new sensation of a tight ass. I wasn't sure who was enjoying this more.
My own cock was half hard when we started, my balls gently bobbing on his pubic bone with each thrust. Before long, it was fully erect and gently bouncing in time with his rhythm. Between the blowjob and how tight I knew my ass was, I figured he wouldn't last long, but I didn't want it to end.
I wanted to cum with him inside me, but I wasn't sure what he'd do if I shot my load all over him. I didn't dare touch my dick, more than content to let him buck and thrust while I enjoyed the ride.
His face got redder, his breaths got heavier, but the jackhammer thrusting never waned. I could tell he was getting close though, because as he was panting, every muscle in his body went taut at once. "Pull out?" he mumbled, at which point it was probably too late. I just shook my head.
His cock exploded inside me, and he put a fist is his mouth to muffle his moans as he fired off his load in my ass. I was in no hurry for this to be over, so I let him keep going until he was completely spent and had stopped moving.
I gently climbed off his dick and flopped onto my back beside him. I was still hard, but I didn't want to break the spell by ejaculating. "That was…" he stammered, then trailed off.
I lazily put a hand on my cock, but his own arm pushed mine aside, jerking my dick like it was his own. Then it happened. He leaned in. I saw it coming, took in his scent as he continued to jack me off. He was going to kiss me. I let his tongue part my lips, and when it touched mine, I kissed him back and exploded in his hand.
I've never shot such a big load in my life. I tried not to scream as the waves of my orgasm rolled over me. He helped me camouflage the sounds of my orgasm by continuing to kiss me until I stopped. Then he rolled back over, leaving me laying there covered in come and basking in the glow of my fantasy come true.
"Happy birthday," he said before falling back asleep.
The next morning when I woke up, Donny was in bed beside me. I guess they'd traded places after I'd hastily cleaned up and passed out. I let him snore and went down the hall to the bathroom. This time I was sure it was Dave asleep on the couch. But I'm convinced it was not a dream.
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In Dave's Bed
"These are comfortable sheets," I slurred as I slipped between them and into bed. It wasn't our bed. It belonged to my boyfriend's brother and his wife, who we were visiting for my birthday weekend. They didn't have a guest bedroom, but as gracious hosts they had volunteered to sleep on the couch.
The only response that came from the other side of the bed was an unconscious grunt, which I took as affirmation as I shucked my boxer shorts and tossed them on the floor. I had a raging boner, and not just because I was drunk. I'd fantasized about Dave more times than I could recall. Now I was naked and in his bed, albeit with his actually gay brother, my boyfriend.
Ellen, who I guess you would call my sister in law, was working third shift, which meant it made even more sense that Dave would hit the couch, leaving the bed to me and Donny. He'd beat me to the sack by who knows how long, because I'd passed out sitting up at the kitchen table, at least a dozen beers in.
I'd woken up and stumbled into the bathroom to piss, not bothering to buckle my belt or button my jeans since they'd come off in a minute anyway. I passed a crumpled form on the couch and offered a whispered, "Good night, Dave," before going into the bedroom, where Donny had already beat me to dreamland.
I knew that sleep should come quickly, since I'd already caught some Zs in the other room. But the longer I laid there thinking about where I was, the more my cock throbbed. Now it was fully erect, and I knew it well enough to know that no sleep would come before it did.
I tentatively brushed a couple fingers along the thigh next to me. Conveniently, this made Donny roll over onto his back. Seeing no sense in wasting time, I reached over and slid my hand in the waistband of his boxer briefs and wrapped it around his soft cock.
He hadn't woken up yet, as far as I could tell, but his penis was filling with blood, which only encouraged my gentle strokes. The familiar ooze of precum covered his cock head and lubricated my pumping, his fully hard penis thicker in my hand than I remembered it being.
His whole body suddenly jerked, and he was awake. I continued what I was doing, and he murmured his encouragement. Emboldened, I decided to escalate things. I thought about how hot it was to be messing around with him in his brother's bed, and how much hotter it would be for him to catch us in the act or decide to join in the fun.
I licked a drop of delicious precum from the tip of his penis, then kissed the head and teased my tongue around it. So far so good, if the guttural noises were to be trusted. I went for it, sliding my mouth down his shaft and deep throating his dick. The sweaty sweetness of his nutsack was familiar, but different at once. Even the cock felt different in my mouth, like I was sucking it for the first time.
I continued slurping and sucking, using one hand to stimulate him as I worked. I didn't remember him being this vocal during previous blowjobs, but we were both drunk, so I wrote it off and kept sucking. Finally, I had to come up for air. That's when he reached out and put his hand on the back of my head, wanting to face fuck me some more.
It was also the moment that I realized what was happening. I almost came in the instant that I pieced it all together. The hand on my head was wearing a ring. Donny didn't wear any jewelry; he thought it was tacky. But his married brother, Dave, whose bed we were in, wore a wedding ring.
What do I do? A million thoughts rushed through my head. Did he realize what was happening? If so, did he care? Did he secretly want this too? I'd already been working his dick for at least 10 minutes, so I decided it was too late to chalk it up to an accident. If I was going to be on the hook for this later, I might as well enjoy it to the fullest extent possible.
I didn't say anything, but went back to work deep throating his slick penis, the one I'd lusted after for the six years Don and I had been dating. I couldn't believe my luck, and I didn't allow myself to worry about what my boyfriend would have to say about this, at least not in the moment.
Surely Dave had figured it out when I did, since my hair wouldn't feel anything like his wife's. And yet he was still letting me service his beautiful cock. I took a break from the shaft and worked his balls with my tongue, to his murmurs of ecstasy.
I would never forgive myself if I didn't make my next move. I was also still plenty drunk and feeling brave, so I figured I'd press my luck and find out if Dave actually knew what was going on here. I moved up his body, breathing in his scents of sweat and lingering cologne, moving in for what I hoped would be a passionate kiss.
He put his hands up to catch my shoulders, holding me just out of reach. "I can't kiss you, man," Dave said. Devastated, I rolled off him back to my side of the bed. "But that don't mean we should stop," he said. I didn't know what to say. What did he want? I reached for his dick again. It was still hard, and I moved to put it back in my mouth.
"I was thinking of something else," Dave whispered. My asshole involuntarily puckered instantly.
"Let me lube you up first," I offered, slobbering as I took him in my mouth once again, letting him practice his thrusting rhythm on my throat. It wasn't long before he pulled me up for air.
"Donny's asleep on the couch out there. Let's get to it before he wakes up," he said. I rearranged, assuming the position, with my back to him. "No, turn around. I want to see your face," Dave said. I figured I must be dreaming.
I wiped some precum from his dick with my hand, spit in it, and used it on my waiting hole, which I could already tell wouldn't need much lubrication. I slid slowly onto his cock, which I could now tell was definitely thicker than Donny's, and at least as long.
He was ready to start pounding away, but I slowed him down long enough to get used to the sensation, also trying to be conscious of the noise level. Finally I took a deep breath and said, "Go." He fucked like a jackhammer, slamming his penis deep inside me, over and over, unrelentingly.
His face was bright red, from fear maybe, or maybe the new sensation of a tight ass. I wasn't sure who was enjoying this more.
My own cock was half hard when we started, my balls gently bobbing on his pubic bone with each thrust. Before long, it was fully erect and gently bouncing in time with his rhythm. Between the blowjob and how tight I knew my ass was, I figured he wouldn't last long, but I didn't want it to end.
I wanted to cum with him inside me, but I wasn't sure what he'd do if I shot my load all over him. I didn't dare touch my dick, more than content to let him buck and thrust while I enjoyed the ride.
His face got redder, his breaths got heavier, but the jackhammer thrusting never waned. I could tell he was getting close though, because as he was panting, every muscle in his body went taut at once. "Pull out?" he mumbled, at which point it was probably too late. I just shook my head.
His cock exploded inside me, and he put a fist is his mouth to muffle his moans as he fired off his load in my ass. I was in no hurry for this to be over, so I let him keep going until he was completely spent and had stopped moving.
I gently climbed off his dick and flopped onto my back beside him. I was still hard, but I didn't want to break the spell by ejaculating. "That was…" he stammered, then trailed off.
I lazily put a hand on my cock, but his own arm pushed mine aside, jerking my dick like it was his own. Then it happened. He leaned in. I saw it coming, took in his scent as he continued to jack me off. He was going to kiss me. I let his tongue part my lips, and when it touched mine, I kissed him back and exploded in his hand.
I've never shot such a big load in my life. I tried not to scream as the waves of my orgasm rolled over me. He helped me camouflage the sounds of my orgasm by continuing to kiss me until I stopped. Then he rolled back over, leaving me laying there covered in come and basking in the glow of my fantasy come true.
"Happy birthday," he said before falling back asleep.
The next morning when I woke up, Donny was in bed beside me. I guess they'd traded places after I'd hastily cleaned up and passed out. I let him snore and went down the hall to the bathroom. This time I was sure it was Dave asleep on the couch. But I'm convinced it was not a dream.
