Explicit (18+)

The Sleepover

~ by @ dumbhornyjock on Tumblr ~

*** DISCLAIMER: This is a sexually explicit, graphic erotica. If you find any material offensive or inappropriate, consider yourself having been warned. All characters depicted are at or above the legal age of consent. So if you're not into that, I suggest you leave now. If you are, then enjoy!***

(A/N (this is the original author's note): Hey guys. Here is a short dumb jock story which I am keen to play out in real life. Any takers?)

It was only for one night; what's the worst that could happen? He was unlucky enough to get caught in the rain on his way to my place. It didn't seem weird at all when he asked if he could get comfortable and let his clothes dry, so him sitting next to me on the couch in just his shirt and underwear seemed perfectly normal. I wished he would stop constantly adjusting his bulge, though.

It was meant to be a quiet catch up but pretty soon he'd had one too many beers. As the sun began to set, he slurred and timidly asked if he could stay the night.

"There's no way I can drive right now man, sorry... do you mind?"

It wasn't what I had planned... but one night couldn't hurt. I agreed to let him stay and showed him to the bedroom. He briefly used the bathroom while I took the time to strip to my own underwear and climb into bed; my usual side closest to the door. When he returned, the shirt was gone... he shuffled his feet nervously as he stood in the doorway beside the bed, underwear bulge jiggling.

"Hey mate, I always sleep nude... so is it OK if I...?" He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and made a motion to slide them down.

I stopped him quickly. "Sorry man, I'm not really comfortable with that... can you wear them just for tonight?"

He shrugged and grinned. "No problem - it's your house after all!" This is where things got tricky. He looked at the bed, then me, then at the pile of junk surrounding the bed. My room was messy, I admit. So what happened next was probably my fault. Again he shrugged and made to climb over me to reach his side of the bed. He chose to face me as he climbed, which I thought was an interesting choice, and as he did his ample bulge mashed roughly into my face. Before I could protest, he had fully climbed over me and made himself comfortable on the bed. He yawned and stretched, once again squeezing his bulge. I wished him goodnight.

Less than a minute passed before I heard "Forgot to brush my teeth!" He lazily pushed himself up and made to climb over me once more. For the second time, his bulge pushed against my face as he exited and headed for the bathroom. I lay there wondering if I should say something... the poor guy probably didn't even realize just how big his junk was! Besides, it was for one night. I decided to keep quiet.

Shortly he returned, mumbling "Goodnight mate" as he climbed over me back into bed. This time he faced away from me, almost on all fours above me... but he was unable to stop his underwear-covered junk from crushing against my face. I squirmed, but it was soon over. I heard the flop of his head hitting the pillow and immediately afterward heard "Ugh... need a drink of water!" This, of course, meant another awkward movement, facing away from me to cross the expanse between him and the doorway, and this time I swear he drunkenly humped my face a little!

Thoughts raced through my head. I mean, I barely knew the guy... all of this seemed like it was happening so fast, rapidly snowballing out of control. Was it the dim light or did his bulge seem bigger? Was he just too drunk to be graceful, hence the repeated instances of his clothed man meat squashing against my face? But it was only for one night and it was clearly unintentional... My thoughts were interrupted when he returned... this time, without the underwear.

"Fuck it," he grunted, "Can't sleep in those anyway." Despite his earlier shyness and reluctance to offend me, he now seemed perfectly comfortable with sleeping naked beside me in my own house. I mumbled my disapproval but was silenced as he climbed over me a fifth time and his now bare equipment became squashed against my eyes, nose, and mouth! He paused this time, gripping the headboard behind me. "Thanks again for letting me stay, man... I really shouldn't have had that last beer. But I appreciate it."

One of his paws fell to stroke through my hair, a silent thank-you for my hospitality, which unfortunately pulled my face in closer against him. His sweaty nuts flopped against my mouth, my nose in his pubes, and I began struggling a little more in an attempt to let him know what was going on. He didn't even look down. "It's hard to find good friends these days, you know? Someone who understands?" My lips parted with every intention to alert him to the fact that his dickmeat was dangerously close. Wrong move. His semi-hard cock (Semi-hard? When did that happen? Had it been semi-hard the whole time?) slipped into my mouth and made itself comfortable, resting on my tongue. It took him a surprisingly long time to realize.

"Whoa mate, I'm so sorry! You should have been more careful!" He grinned... but didn't move. His hands stayed where they were, his hips did not pull back, and he suddenly seemed a lot more alert than when he had meekly asked to stay the night. Another grunt, "I don't even know how that happened... did you open your mouth up or something?" I shook my head no, my tongue swiping against his thickening shaft multiple times. He apologized again but stayed perfectly still. I could feel it growing - his fat, slimy tool - lengthening and creeping closer to the back of my throat. My guest didn't seem to care.

The grin fell from his face and I watched as it became fixed with a look of complete sincerity. "It was so nice of you to let me stay, mate... I can't believe this happened. I'm genuinely sorry." His last sentence was punctuated with a thrust, and I felt the headboard bump against the wall.

"If I'd known this would happen..." *bump* "...I never would have..." *bump* "...climbed over you like that..." *bump* "...again..." *bump* "...and again..." *bump*.

His hands were moving now, from the headboard to my hair, to my ears, and back again as his body uncontrollably humped against my face. There was nothing I could do to stop him. In a futile attempt to slow him down, my hands raised and squeezed his chest. This only seemed to encourage his drunken thrusting. He was sweating now - gritting his teeth and despite his continuous apologies, I had to admit it. I was being face-fucked.

He showed surprising stamina, using my throat for his own pleasure. I wondered if it had all been a setup... but he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. Could he have orchestrated all of this, just to get a little oral action? It seemed unlikely. The whole situation seemed surreal... but the spit dripping from my chin and tears in the corners of my eyes brought me back to reality. With a roar and a barked "I'm so fuckin' sorry!" his dong began to shoot. My eyes widened and I groaned but the deed was done - two thick slugs of sperm splattered on my tongue, oozing towards my throat. His hips suddenly retracted and the remaining five or six ropes splattered against my face... even while drunk, his aim was consistent. My face was covered with jizz while my pillow remained relatively dry.

Wiping his sweat-soaked forehead with the back of his hand, he climbed off me and stood on slightly shaky legs beside the bed. He left the room leaving me dazed from the intensity and confusion of the situation and returned in his briefs and shirt, pants in hand. He had already apologized for the accident, repeatedly in fact, while his dick was in my mouth - so I had expected him to turn out the light and finally say goodnight. Instead, he slid on his pants and smirked at the cum - his cum - on my face. Strangely, he didn't seem drunk at all now. He was at the door in an instant. "You know," he started, "I think I'm OK to drive after all. See ya later mate, thanks for the beer!"

And with that, he was gone.

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