My drunk best friend

Chris is the only person who knows I'm gay. I told him sophomore year of high school and he was completely okay with it. The closest we ever got was junior year when we jerked off together. We were at my house, both horny, pulled up some porn on our phones, his was straight, mine was gay, and jerked off in my bed.

That was until now...

Over spring break Chris and I went down to Destin, Florida. Since it's senior year spring break we decided to go hard and party non stop. This we did. On the fourth night though, I didn't feel like getting drunk and Chris wanted to go to this club. I decided to be the dd and he drank his fair share and then some (we took some other people from our class too).

After we had been there for a while, Chris came up to me and asked if I wanted to go back to the hotel. Since I wasn't drinking it wasn't incredibly fun, so I said yes. Chris was having a hard time walking, so he draped his arm over me and I helped him out. He kept talking really close to my face and saying how I'm his best friend. Classic drunk talk I figured.

We get back to the hotel and Chris is a mess! Can't hardly walk, slurring his words, and repeatedly tries to kiss me. Chris is straight and I know he's just drunk, so I kept denying him so that he wouldn't regret it in the morning. Chris is stronger than me, much stronger than me. So when he grabbed my wrists and held me down on the bed, I couldn't resist. I always wanted to get with Chris, he's absolutely gorgeous. He kept getting closer and closer to me, squeezing my wrists tighter and tighter, even as I tried to fight him off. His hard on pressed against me, that's when I knew I should just do it. I kissed him.

And as if my kisses weren't aggressive enough, he pushed against me so hard when our lips met. He was so hard, and I was getting there. He literally ripped my button down shirt off, buttons scattering across the bed and wood floor. "I want you so bad" he said. "And I want you Chris" I moaned back. We kissed and kissed. "Suck my dick" he whispered. I rolled him over on his back and he took off his shirt, his six pack was to die for. I pulled his shorts down and oh my god. His huge ass throbbing cock. I took him in my mouth and he moaned. I couldn't get a lot of him in my mouth but he pushed my head further down on him.

I start to take my pants off, I'm so hard that it almost hurts my dick to be held captive inside my shorts. I take them off. Almost immediately he feels his hand around to my ass. His big fingers find their way to my asshole, and he goes right in. He starts fingering me so hard as I suck his dick. It's the best feeling I've ever had, I moaned with his dick in my mouth so loud.

He pulled my head off of his dick and took his fingers out of my ass. He rolls me over and lays on top of me, our hard ons right against each other. "See how good you taste?" I tell him as we kiss more. He positions his dick against my asshole. "I'm gonna fuck you" he slurred. "Do it" I moaned. He pushed in and sparks flew. It hurt so bad but felt so right and good at the same time. I held on to him and squeezed him so hard as he slid in and out of me. He jerked me off at the same time with his right hand. He was so drunk and slurring things as he fucked me, like "Oo yeah, you like that don't you?"

"You like me fucking you, huh?" etc. After several minutes of him panting in my face or his tongue down my throat, he starts to moan. Right then, I couldn't hold it anymore, I came. I shot all over my abs and moaned his name, I even bit his shoulder as he laid on top of me. He kept moaning louder and faster and closer. Then, the warm cum filled my insides.

He grunted in my face and thrust even harder and farther into me. "Oh fuck yes, ohhhh fuck" he moaned. He kept sliding in and out of me as his orgasm passed. He pulled out of me and rolled over, arms spread across the bed. I curled up under his left arm and draped my leg over his. My best friend just fucked me, I thought.

He passed out soon after and when I woke up at 9am he was still out. I decided to get up and get ready for the day. By the time I got out of the shower he was up and still naked. He was sitting on the side of his bed, looking like death. "Happy hangover!" I said. "Fuck you" he said. "You already did that..." I said as a joke. "Huh?" he said, confused. He didn't remember. He was oblivious. "Nothing" I said and went back to getting dressed.

Chris and I haven't done anything since then, but I really really REALLY hope we do again!