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Breaking In The Straight - Part 5
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---------Chad’s POV----------
It felt like someone was slapping the inside of my skull. My mouth still tasted of booze from the night before. I rolled over slightly, reaching for my water bottle on my nightstand, squirting a few drops into my dry mouth. The movement itself almost too much for me.
The party was a blur, faint memories of shots with friends. I remembered a red-haired girl, and heading upstairs with her. I think I fucked her, but I honestly couldn’t remember. It hurt to think.
I reached for my phone, opening the group chat. I scrolled through the pictures, it seemed halfway through the party I had taken off my shirt. The next picture I saw me making out with a tiny red head. I started to remember a bit more now. I had bent her over my friends desk in his room. I started to get hard thinking about how she had squealed. Fuck I wished I could remember her name.
I saw myself tagged in one a few more down. A filled condom leaking onto a desk and some angry messages from my mate. “At least I had used one.” I laughed to myself, the effort sending a pulse of pain through my head. I scrolled through some more, sending a shrugging face to my pissed friend. He was just pissed he didn’t get any last night probably.
I looked down at the tent under my blanket, wishing I had the energy to deal with it. Normally a wank made every hangover better, but his just seemed too much effort.
“But maybe”
I clicked on my chat with Alex.
“Yo. It’s your turn. Get over here.” I sent. I snapped a picture of the bulge in my duvet.
A second later I saw him writing. “Really. Right now?”
Fuck I almost put the phone down. I didn’t have the energy for this. But I knew he’d take care of it just right.
“Those are the rules. It’s your turn. Get the fuck over here.”
I thought a second
“And grab me a sausage roll. I’m hungover and starving.”
As expected Alex sent me back a middle finger emoji. I put the phone down. I didn’t doubt he’d come. I knew he enjoyed my dick that much. “And my hole.” I thought reluctantly. I still wasn’t used to that. Still hated that it felt that good when he fucked me.
But it really fucking did.
The new system was great. Me and Alex had started trying to be civil, actually trying to get on. It hadn’t worked. Every time just ended up in an argument, a competition.
But the sex was great. So fucking good every time.
We didn’t want to give it up. Instead, we thought it was easier to just make this booty call system. We take it in turns, whoever needs some calls, the other has to come.
No fighting. No squabbling. Just head to the place, bang, and then fuck off till the next time. No strings. No competitions.
Just great sex.
I lay here, gently stroking myself for the twenty minutes until I heard my dorm room open.
“Fuck, it stinks in here.” Alex complained as he walked in.
I didn’t even bother opening my eyes. Just flipped the blanket over, so I was naked on the bed, the cold air hitting me.
“Jesus, you look rough.”
“I look hot and you know it. Did you bring the sausage roll.”
I heard a paper bag hit my table.
“Yes, I got your fucking sausage roll.”
“Fucking great. Now grab the lube and start riding.”
I opened my eyes to see Alex start to undress, pulling off the crop top showing his toned skinny frame. A second later he pulled down his skinny jeans.
“Those are new.”
“You like them?” Alex, tugged at the blue panties he was wearing, the front stretched from his own hard on.
“Yeah, they look good on you. Leave them on while you ride me.”
“Asshole.” Alex muttered, before he opened my nightstand and grabbing the lube. I felt the cold gel on my dick as Alex climbed onto me. “I’m going to make you pay for this.”
“Fuck.” I moaned as he lowered himself onto me, “Right now I’m too fucking hungover to care.”
“You’ll regret it next time Chad. I am going to use you.” He moaned, as he started to bounce on me.
“Don’t pretend you don’t love it. Look how fucking hard you are.” I reached forward lazily, feeling the wet patch darkening the front of the powder blue panties.
“You’ve got an all right dick” Alex shrugged, trying to keep his voice even
“I’ve got a great dick or you wouldn’t keep coming back.” I slapped his ass lazily, getting the smallest groan from him.
I put my hands behind my head as I watched him keep riding. A second later he leant forward on his hands, speeding up, bringing his face to mine.
I leant up and kissed him, the squelch of me slipping in and out of him filling the room. A second later he broke away.
“Your breath is terrible.” He laughed.
“Yeah, I’m so hungover. You don’t have to kiss me if you don’t want to.”
“Yeah, I won’t, thanks. You close?”
I nodded. Alex leant back up, taking his dick out and stroking it as he rode me.
“Fuck, you’re an asshole Chad, but yeah, your dick is really good.” He groaned, biting his bottom lip.
“He always looks so fucking hot when he does that.”
I started to buck my hips in time, the effort making me sweat. But it was worth it to hear Alex’s moans get higher pitched.
“Yeah, it fucking is.” I groaned, as I started filling up Alex’s ass, my whole body for that minute forgetting that I was hung over, and just feeling so relaxed.
A second later Alex started coming as well, his ass tightening around my dick as the cum poured onto my stomach. “Fuck,” he moaned.
A second later he got up, pulling his clothes back on and heading for the door. “My turn next time – be fucking ready.”
“Can you at least throw me a t-shirt to wipe up your cum?” I shouted after him, “Or get my sausage roll?”
I tried to stand up but the whole room was spinning.
I really needed to stop drinking.
