Cameron - Tequila Nights

10:15 AM and the sun moves into my bedroom window, blasting me in the face, every fucking morning. I reach over and feel around for a glass of water that’s always on my nightstand, but it’s not there. I remember now that I was naked and passed out after sex last night with that hot guy from the bar. Looking quickly to the other side of the bed, he’s not there, thank God. Nothing annoys me more than a quickie that wants to spend the night.

I stood up, feeling the cold, slimy feeling of a used condom on the floor, then ran to the bathroom to vomit up last night's drinks.

After a long hot shower, I slipped on a pair of grey briefs and went into the kitchen to make some eggs. The only way to cure a hangover. 

The phone on the wall rings so loud I want to smash it, but instead, I answer it quickly, “This is Cameron.”

“Hey whore, I just wanted to make sure you were still alive. You ditched me with that massive man from the bar so I hope it was worth it. Travis was pissed,” Michael said.

“Fuck him, he broke up with me,” I pinched my nose, feeling the pangs of my headache start to throb.

“Yeah, well, you know I don’t like drama, and I told you not to date in our circle…you don’t shit where you eat.”

I rolled my eyes knowing Michael couldn’t see me, “Speaking of eating, my eggs are going to burn, I’ll call you later,” I hung up on him.

When I moved to San Francisco in 1992, I expected it to be a gay mecca where I’d find love and a fulfilling career. Instead, I live paycheck to paycheck in a dumpy studio apartment, and I’ve had 7 boyfriends in 2 years. Travis was my most recent mistake. We’ve all been friends since I moved here. Travis was never someone I was into, but he was really upset after losing his job a few months ago and I took him out for drinks, drinks turned into sex and it turned out Travis was really good at sex. So we started dating, but when he got his new job, he ended up working late with a new coworker and they “accidentally” slept together. I don’t play that game. If we’re in a relationship, then we’re in a relationship. So I dropped him, and now a month later he is still mad at me like it’s my fault he can’t keep his dick out of some 19-year-old intern's ass.

A week went by and I caught up with Michael to see the new Schwarzenegger film “True Lies,” which…I enjoyed it, but of course, Michael being a film snob hated it, so we decided to go out to our usual gay bar and drink away the shame that is having a friend who enjoys popcorn films.

I was on my second Cosmo when Travis showed up with his little boy-toy in tow. He kissed Michael on the cheek, then leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.

“Trav,” I put on a fake smile, “what the fuck?” I said in the happiest tone I could conjure up.

“Oh, have you guys met Andy?” He asked.

“Enchanté,” Michael cocked his head to the side so dramatically it could’ve fallen off.

Andy looked down at his high-top sneakers, looking like he was plucked out of the high school dance and unprepared for a gay bar.

“We’re going to do a lap,” Travis said, putting his arm around Andy and walking away.

“Oh. My. God.” Michael mouthed but didn’t say out loud, his eyes huge. “I can’t believe he brought her,” his head twitched and his finger wagged. “What are you going to do? Want me to order you another drink so you can throw it in his face like that bitch on Days of Our Lives?”

I nearly choked on my drink, “No. I broke up with him, remember?” I tried to act cool even though a part of me was still furious, of all the guys to bring here, an underaged boy he cheated on me with?

I had two more drinks and was feeling better. My anger had turned into a desire to make Travis jealous, so I looked around the bar for a sexy guy who would be easy to take home. That’s when I spotted a guy who looked around 30, with short blonde hair, dancing shirtless in some tight jeans, some streaks of glitter on him from the drag queen who kept dancing on him. He looks like one of those corn-fed Iowa farm boys, yummy.

I moved in and started dancing with him, feeling his muscles in all the right places to get him turned on, but not so turned on he can’t control himself.

He towers over me, I’m 5’5”, weighing 135 lbs, so I feel like his solid muscle has its own gravity pull and he’s sucking me in. Not to mention he smells so good for someone so sweaty.

When the song changes I lean in, “Let me get you a drink,” I yell in his ear.

He smiles and nods, we walk back over to the bar.

“What are you having?” I ask.

He looks me up and down and smirks, “You if I play my cards right,” his grin widens and he shows off his dimples as he smiles.

“Two tequilas,” I hold up two fingers to the bartender.

“I’m Bradley,” he grinned.

“I’m Cam,” I grabbed my shot off the bar, “cheers,” we clinked glasses and downed our shots.

“So…” Bradley rocked on his heels.

“So…” I smiled.

He leaned in and kissed me, aggressively pulling me into him, I could feel his muscles through my clothes, his tongue was huge in my mouth, and…hello, his dick was getting hard in his pants and grinding into me. I broke our kiss, and leaned up to his ear, “let's go back to my place,” I whispered loud enough for him to hear me. He nodded, I threw down some cash and I made sure Travis could see us leaving as we took the long way out of the bar.

I only live a few blocks away so it was easy to get back, we stumbled into my shithole apartment and clothes started coming off. He was getting really into it, yanking my shorts and underwear off in one pull, leaving me naked on the bed.

“Mmm, fuck,” he groaned, standing up he quickly undid his jeans, pulling them and his white briefs down together, and his 7” cut dick sprang free, hard as steel. Stepping out of the last of his clothes he climbed back on the bed between my legs, making sure to rub his cock up and down my crack as he dry-humped me and kissed me.

He was fucking hot and I was really enjoying the feel of his body on mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him tighter to me as he moaned in my mouth and we continued to kiss. He quickly manhandled me, maneuvering me onto my stomach by twisting my legs over his head like a ragdoll. Spreading me wide so he could sit on his knees and tap his cock on my ass hole. 

“Mmm, fuck yeah,” I moaned like a bitch in heat.

He reached over to my nightstand where I left the lube out from the last time I had a guy over, he squirted some on his finger and slipped it into my hole. I groaned, letting him wiggle it around inside me. Thank the gods we did tequila shots because they always loosen me up and Bradley was here for one thing and one thing only.

I arched my ass up for him as he was now slipping a third lube-covered finger into me and palming my ass cheek hard with his other hand. He pulled his fingers from my hole and quickly started to line his lubed-up cock with my hole.

“There’s condoms in the drawer,” I whispered.

He groaned, “Let me ease it in a little first, get you opened up,” he started pushing his cock in and the bare head popped into my tight sphincter.

“Ah, mmm, wait, I don’t do raw,” I reached back and started pushing on his hip.

“We’re not, I’m just getting you open, then I’ll put on a condom,” he sank another two inches into me, stretching my hole around the girthiest part of his dick.

“Fuck…ah, hold on,” I struggled to catch my breath, clenching my fist around my pillow as I tried to both loosen up and push his cock out.

“Just relax Cam,” he pulled out a little, then shoved in hard to the hilt.

I let out a yelp, “Shit, Bradley, that fucking hurts man,” I groaned feeling him balls deep in me.

He just held it there, leaning down on my back, and he started to kiss the back of my neck, “I’m all the way in, just relax,” he continued to plant small kisses on my shoulders.

I was trying my best to take deep breaths and relax, this wasn’t my first time so I knew if I gave it a minute it would start to feel good. As he rocked his massive glutes gently his dick moved in and out.

He moaned in my ear, “That’s it, Cam, let me fuck your cute little ass,” he rocked his hips further in and out, holding me tightly.

“Mmm, you need to put on a condom,” I reminded him.

“I will,” he rocked his hips so his dick almost fell out of my hole, and then he pushed it right into the hilt, “oh fuck yeah, so tight, I love it,” he licked and nibbled on my ear, “such a good piece of ass,” he groaned, still gently thrusting into me.

I arched my ass up, feeling his raw dick slide in and press against my prostate, some precum leaking out of my cock onto the sheets on my bed, I let out a soft moan. “Fuck Bradley put on a condom, and fuck me,” I felt my hole loosen up, his dick felt so good inside me but I knew better than to let him fuck me raw.

He sat up on his haunches and thrust his hips into me, “fuck ok, yeah, mmm,” he slowly pulled out until the last millimeter slipped from my sphincter and then dug around in the drawer for a condom. He tore open the wrapper and rolled it quickly down his shaft, with a little extra lube he was right back inside me balls deep and grunting as he fucked me.

He fucked me like this for only a few minutes before he was ready to cum, “I’m close, oh man, I’m so close,” he shoved hard into me, groaning, his cock twitched and he filled the condom with his hot cum. “Fuck, oh man,” he chuckled, slowly pulling his cock out until my outer ring was clamped down on the reservoir tip, then he pulled that out too and rolled onto his back. “Fuck Cam, I needed that,” he smiled at me.

I was feeling pretty drunk at this point and ready to pass out. I kissed him for a minute then then watched as he gently removed the condom from his shrinking cock and tossed it in the trash bin next to his side of the bed. 

I woke up about an hour later, laying on my back with Bradley between my legs, the room was really spinning and I felt his mouth on my dick, fuck that felt good. I could barely open my eyes but I saw the shape of him through the dim light coming from the window. “Mmm,” I groaned, reaching down to the back of his head. I rocked my hips up into his mouth, letting my 5” cut dick slide easily into his throat, and fuck it felt good.

He started rubbing my sore ass with his fingers, and my cock slipped out of his mouth, “can I eat it?” Before I could answer his tongue started to lap at my hole, sending me into another level of pleasure, “Mmm, Bradley, that feels so good,” I moaned, lifting my legs up to give him better access. He ate my ass for a while, licking my inner walls, soothing my hole from the quick but intense fucking we had a little while ago, I rocked my ass on his tongue, fucking myself as he massaged my ass cheeks with his hands. “Yeah, fuck that feels good,” I groaned, my head tossing from side to side as I let this man unwind me with his mouth.

He pops his head back up, letting my hips fall back down into his lap and he starts stroking my cock with a lubed hand and it feels so good I can’t help but moan. His cock is hard again and the crown is nudging its way into my outer ring, not pushing in but teasing my hole with it’s slick tip in the same motions his tongue was. I instinctively rock my hips up and down on his tip as he jerks me off, gently squeezing my balls. I don’t know how long we go like this before he adjusts himself and I feel It breach my opening and I sighed in gentle pain and pleasure as he forced more of his stiff cock inside my ass. “Oh fuck,” I groan as all of the pleasure sensors of my body are being triggered at the same time.

I rock my hips up and down in small motions as his cock buries itself deep inside me, it feels so good I’m not going to last long. He can tell how much pleasure he’s giving me and starts sliding his cock in and out of my hole in time with his hand flying up and down my cock. “You like that?” He asks.

“Feels…so good, mmm, so good,” I mumble, not wanting it to stop and trying not to blow my load before I get all the pleasure from him I can get.

He adjusts himself, pushing deeper into me, spreading my legs wider and I spread them as wide as I can to let him deeper into me. “Your ass…fuck, look at your ass taking my cock, so sexy, it's gonna make me blow any minute,” he grunted out, picking up the pace as he gave up on my dick and focused on his pleasure now.

I quickly started stroking my dick, I want to cum so badly, “Oh fuck, it feels so good,” I groaned. It never feels this good, I can feel my toes curling with every thrust of his dick. “I’m close.”

“Me too,” he huffed in short breaths, slamming into me, thrusting with all abandon, “I’m about to cum,” he groaned.

I stroked faster, his cock pounded my prostate and I clamped my ring down on his cock. He groaned again.

“I’m cumming,” he grunted, thrusting hard into me, his dick twitching, “oh fuck, ungh,” he slammed hard, pulling halfway out, slamming harder into me with a loud moan. It felt so good it sent me over the edge, I felt my entire body tense and my balls tightened as he thrust into me again, sliding easily over my prostate and my first jet of cum burst from my cock, then another, and another, all landing on my stomach, I twitched and unloaded, my entire body cumming from the pleasure of his cock inside my hole, “oh…shit, ungh,” I groaned, as the last few amazing drops squeezed out of my cock and dribbled down my hand. I relaxed on the mattress, catching my breath.

He leaned down and kissed me, “Oh wow, Cam, that felt so good,” he kissed my neck, trying to hold himself up as his dick softened and slid very easily from my very well-lubed hole. He rolled onto his back and lay there panting. I put my hand on his abs, caressing gently, almost a tickle. Then pointed to the nightstand.

“Can you hand me some tissues?”

He reached over and handed me the box. I grabbed a few and slowly sat up, catching as much of the runny juice as I could, then wadded up those tissues into a tissue, making sure I didn’t miss any. That’s when I noticed his dick was slick and didn’t have a condom.

“Umm…where’s the condom?” I tried to ask without sounding accusatory.

He popped his head up, looking at his dick, then grabbed a tissue and started to wipe it off, “Oh…uh, I didn’t wear one that time.”

“You…what?” I started to get agitated.

“It’s not a big deal, I don’t have anything,” he shrugged, handing me his used tissue.

“I….why?” I felt myself quickly go from angry to confused and scared.

“Look, it’s not a big deal, everybody does it,” he shrugged.

“But…I asked you to wear a condom, I always use condoms,” I got off the bed and started wiping my ass with a clean tissue.

“After I ate you out, you just let me slide right in. You didn’t say anything about a condom,” he sat up on his elbows. “Come lay back down, just enjoy it, I promise you have nothing to worry about.”

I tossed the tissues in the toilet and used toilet paper to wipe his cum off my ass, checking to make sure there was no blood and there wasn’t. I was still feeling the alcohol in my system, got a glass of water, and put it on my nightstand. Got back into bed and lay on my side. Bradley curled up behind me, his soft dick lining right up between my ass cheeks like it belongs there. It gave me comfort and I felt…really good, quickly drifting off to sleep.

When I woke up in the morning, I felt Bradley’s morning wood like a hotdog between my buns. When he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me tight to him, I knew he was awake and wanted a third round with my ass. At first, I just lay there as though I was still asleep. When I felt him shift his body so his cock lined up with my hole again, I groaned, “Not again.”

He nibbled and kissed my neck, “Come on, one more, I’ll be quick,” he rimmed my ear with his tongue.

“Mmm, fuck, real quick, get the lube and a condom this time,” I rolled onto my back and started stroking my hard dick.

He got the lube and lubed us both up, “Do we need a condom?” He started sliding his head up and down to find my hole.

I huff as he jams that fat crown into me, “Ah, fuck, I guess not, just be gentle, and pull out when you cum this time.”

He nods, kissing me as his abs contract and he slides all of his inches into me. We kiss with intensity as he quickly goes from gentle morning sex to full-on fucking me. I wrap my arms around his back and hold on as he pounds my hole. Never breaking our kiss, until his thrusting changes rhythm, “fuck, I’m close,” he groans, and not a moment too soon because my ass is raw from a third round of dick.

I bite my lower lip, rocking my hips up to meet his thrusts, “mmm, fuck yeah,” I groan.

He grips me tight, kissing my neck, and I’m impressed by his control for a minute until I feel it, he thrusts deep into me and his cock twitches and I feel his hot cum painting my anal walls, lubing me up for a few more thurst that glide smoothly in and out of my hole as more cum dumps into me and he groans in my ear. “Shit…fuck, ungh,” and he collapses on me.

“Did you cum in me again?” I asked.

He chuckles, “Shit, sorry, I forgot to pull out,” and his dick twitches inside me again.

I take a deep breath and shake my head, trying to just live in this moment and enjoy how good this feels.

We eventually get up and shower, going out to a local diner for breakfast around 1 PM. We chatted for a while and it turns out he just moved here a week ago and last night was his first night out at a gay club. He came from a small town in South Dakota of all places. I am only the second guy he ever had sex with. He was super sweet and charming, and I fell quickly for his charming cowboy sweetness in the street followed up by an aggressive sex machine in the bedroom. We ended up dating for three years.