Game night got a bit serious [MM]

For the third time since I had got there, I checked my phone. No new messages from that girl I matched with on tinder, and it was getting late.

I was at my coworkers house playing one of the most boring board games of my life. The night had started out okay- there was about fifteen people in the house, none of whom I knew very well.

Megan, my coworker, had invited me over. She is nice enough, but about six years my senior and a little bit past over weight.

She enthusiastically rolled the dice, as I checked my dry phone again. The other two players, one who matched Megan’s energy to a tee (which most likely had something to do with the copious amounts of alcohol they’d been drinking), and another guy, watched with suspense.

She rolled high enough to beat me out of the game. My time to leave. Go home, put on some porn, and release the sexual tension that can only be oppressed by a 20 year old.

As I stood up to leave, the guy sitting next to me put his hand on my thigh with a soft, but firm grasp. He worked in our office, but I’d never met him. He looked to be in his late thirties, a bit chubby, but he stood a good eight inches taller than me.

“Wher you going? Don’t wanna see how it ends?” He said with a quizzical smile

Megan chimes in with her tinny, annoying voice “oh come on! Stay a while!”

I sat back down, throwing my hands up, giving a forced smile “Okay, okay”

I sat back down on the couch, but the man sitting next to me (Jason? Or was it mark?) didn’t remove his hand. He instead softly rubbed my inner thigh with his thumb.

Must be a little drunk, I thought.

As the game wrapped up, I sat drinking the quadruple crown and coke that I had been sipping on to ease the pain and awkwardness of the party.

When it ended, his hand was a few inches higher on my thigh, and Megan and her boy friend had also gotten closer on the ground in front of the couch, trading awkward, sloppy, pecks on the cheek.

I had finished another few drinks, and was feeling quite tipsy, and suddenly felt okay with his hand on my thigh. I snuggled closer to Jason (maybe it was mark…) and I could feel the rise and fall of his chest as we sat awkwardly watching the two love birds giggle and tease each other, oblivious to their company.

Megan and the guy she had been frolicking with suddenly got up and went upstairs to a bedroom, leaving us alone in the living room. I was honestly just glad to be that close to another human- it had been months since I had got any action at all. I wouldn’t consider myself gay, or even bicurious- it just felt comfortable.

I excused myself to use the bathroom, and on the way back, stopped by the kitchen, finding a half drank bottle of tequila. I stood there, taking pulls off of it.

“You like tequila, huh?”

He was standing there in the doorway, big arms folded across his chest. He looked a lot bigger standing up, and honestly, I found myself eyeing him up.

“Yeah, uh, it uh, helps me loosen up. Kinda get wild- I mean…” I trailed off awkwardly, while he walked up to me.

I could smell him now, standing a foot or so away. He grabbed the bottle from my hand.

“Get… wild?” He said with a bit of a chuckle. “Who are you trying to get wild for?”

I stammered “not really that, just-“

He placed his hand on my lower back, drawing me into him. Tilting my chin up to look at him, he smirked at me.

“Hmm? Who are you trying to get wild for?”

I didn’t know what to say. I just looked at him, heart pounding and feeling my shorts grow a bit tighter.

Then, he kissed me. To my surprise, I enthusiastically returned it, launching us into a make out session better than any of my previous girlfriends.

He reached down with both hands and squeezed my ass. My hands were on his big chest, feeling the muscles and heat.

He lifted me up with ease, placing me on the counter top. It felt good to be handled like that.

As we continued making out, my heart pounding, he lifted me up again, my legs around his body and hands running through his hair and around his neck.

What am I doing? I don’t like guys! But it felt, so, so good…

He carried me into the living room, and tossed me onto the couch. He took off his shirt, revealing his hairy chest. I scurried to unbutton my shirt, kicking off my shoes in the mean time.

Then, he undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants, letting them drop to the floor. I had been in locker rooms, and seen glances of other guys. But this bulge was different, much bigger.

He slid his briefs off, revealing a thick, girthy cock. Heart pounding, I reached for it. Never having touched another mans cock, I didn’t know what to expect. It was warm, heavy, and throbbing.

“Suck it” he said in a gruff voice. He didn’t need to tell me twice, as I leaned in and started slowly bobbing my head up and down his shaft.

He moaned in pleasure as I tried to replicate what I had seen in porn and what my old girlfriends had done to me.

I was in ecstasy serving him, feeling his hands run through my hair and pushing me further down on his thick cock.

I suddenly felt hot liquid squirt into my mouth. Not being prepared for his cum, it dropped down the sides of my mouth as I came off of his cock. As it slid out of my mouth, another load hit me directly in the face.

“You look good covered in cum, y’know” he said in a low, gruff voice. He pulled me up, kissing and biting my chest while unbuttoning my shorts.

They fell to the ground, and he saw that I was not wearing any briefs.

“It’s almost like you were ready for this”

He spun me around, grabbing my butt with one hand and caressing my body with the other.

I could feel his cock between my ass cheeks, still wet with his cum and my blowjob. My own cock, skinnier and much shorter, throbbed.

He picked up my shirt and laid it over the arm of the couch before bending me over the arm of the couch and spreading my ass cheeks. I moaned, much higher than I think I ever have, wanting his member deep inside me.

What are you doing?!? Who are you?!? I thought quickly.

He didn’t give me much time to think before I felt his thumb probe my waiting asshole. I almost came just from that stimulation.

He spit on my ass hole, rubbing it in with his thumb before entering me with his cock. Still wet from my blowjob, it slid right in, stretching me out.

I yelped with pleasure, before feeling his hand grab my throat. He thrust the rest of his cock into me, and I was enveloped in ecstasy.

He grunted as he fucked me, one of his hands still on my throat and the other groping my ass and pulling me into his cock.

After a short time, he took his cock from my ass, and planted a firm smack on my ass cheek. I whimpered, to which he responded:

“You like that, don’t you? You like being fucked?”

Barely thinking, only wanting his cock, I let out a tiny squeak. He flipped me over easily- he was much stronger than I realized- and again drove his cock into my waiting hole.

I welcomed it, my body slightly quivering as he slowly slid his shaft in and out. He picked me up by the shoulders, and placing his hands on my ass cheeks, began to bounce me up and down on his cock.

Relishing being fucked like a horny little rag doll, my head rolled back and I let out a moan.

“Your little asshole feels so fucking tight, you’ve never been fucked, have you?”

“N-no” I managed to stammer, still not thinking straight because of the pleasure I was in.

He sped up before letting me down on the couch and placing my legs on his shoulders. I could hear and feel his heavy balls smack against me, and his musk filled my nostrils. He was sweating, accentuating his big hairy arms and chest.

His face contorted into a grimace, and he threw his head back, driving his cock all the way into me. Feeling him deep inside me made me shoot cum out of my quivering little member, roping the hot sticky cum up into the air before landing on my chest.

At the same time, I felt his cum shoot deep inside my asshole, filling me up and dripping out of me. I laid there, in pure bliss after being fucked for the very first time.

His cock still pulsing inside me, he grinned his hips into me. He bent down, kissing my chest and slowly working his way up before hitting my lips.

My hands were on his muscly back, feeling him. I could smell his sweet odor.

He withdrew his cock from my asshole, and I reached down and started stroking it as he kissed me.

“You need to clean up the mess you made” he growled, standing up. He felt so much larger than I, towering over me, making me feel so small.

I cupped his heavy balls, and started licking his cock. My hands went to his legs, solid like tree trunks as I bobbed dutifully up and down his cock. I could still feel his cum drip from my ass.

It didn’t take long for him to cum again, this time I was ready for it as he shot his load down my throat. He looked down, and smirked.

“You’re getting better at this.”

I stood up, still stroking his cock wit one hand while feeling his chest. I could barely stand, my legs were quivering so bad. He grabbed my shirt, stained with his juices, from the couch and wiped the mixture of his and my cum from my chest.

He tossed it at me, and I then realized it was over. He used me like a little fuck toy, and I loved every bit of it.

I slumped back on the couch, watching him dress himself. He handed me my shorts, and I stepped into them, legs still shaking.

He grabbed his car keys, and bent down and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. Tilting my chin up, he kissed me on the lips, a deep, long kiss. Then, he walked out the door.

As I struggled to drive home, what had just happened flashed through my mind. My phone buzzed.

Tinder: Hailey sent you a message!

I tossed it on my passenger seat. Won’t be needing that anymore.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/paetqe/game_night_got_a_bit_serious_mm