One Drunken Night

It was a Tuesday, of all days this one was especially different, and you see…I did something so different and so out of the ordinary that the only way that I can explain it is in a long, detailed narrative. This was it, this was the reason that I knew I was changing and that my personality was being shaped in a much different tone. For some reason or another, I started having much different desires than usual. Did it make any sense to me at that time? The answer is simply, no. There was no way anyone could have predicted that this would ever be one of my great desires and fantasies.

I looked at what was happening around me very puzzled by what I was seeing. There were four walls that seemed very constricted, as though they were closing in on me. They were white, the walls, and plain, boring, and dull. There was no way out from the prison that I was locked into. There was a door, but for some reason I was compelled to stay where I was – almost seemingly anxious for what was going to begin, but still, I was unsure of what was happening.

I tried to identify exactly what was going to become of the situation and then I realized that this was my apartment… no wonder I felt so comfortable in here. I stood up from a sitting position from the floor and felt disorientated, I was simply exhausted feeling like I was drunk – it must have been my buzz wearing off from last night.

My friends and I went out to the nearest bar last night partying and having a great time sharing stories and jokes and racial slurs, of course. There was something different about that night though. I remember leaving the bar and going back to my apartment with the gang and stuffing our mouths with the little amounts of food we actually had left in the small apartment. I also remember identifying who was there; Jon, Andrew, Megan, Lisa and Ian. Not very surprising to remember these individuals though, they were my closest friends, and Lisa and I were dating.

I trusted everyone I was with – I only drank once in a great while with people I could actually trust, otherwise…no way. I recall that we were all on the couch eating chips and talking about how I didn’t actually have cable and how that destroyed the night. I simply said, “Well, since you guys are glued to the television get out and find one!” They gave a blank stare as to assume I was joking and then I leveled off and started talking about how great this night was so far.

Being the horny drunks we were we quickly decided that we should watch a pornographic film to calm our nerves and keep the juices flowing. This was mutually agreed and the females of the group lay on the couch naked while we guys watched them enjoy the porn. There was nothing going on that would raise alarm or any red flags to any of us because we were simply all friends who enjoyed things like this. We watched as the girls squirmed and finally after a strange hour long fiasco, came. The guys and I jumped on the couch after them turning on more interesting porn that we actually enjoyed and for some strange reason, grabbed each other’s cocks.

It was different, but pleasuring none the less. The girls were talking pictures of us and laughed, but we didn’t care. We were having a great time and then twenty minutes later we almost simultaneously came on that very same couch. We quickly realized what we had done about ten minutes later and each apologized for the incident. Then it was decided that if the girls got a show like that, then we deserved the same. Nonetheless, they stripped again and made out on the couch.

They seemed to think that was enough, but we demanded more than just a make out session. They simply obliged and continued to explore each other and did much more than we anticipated or much less expected, you would have had to been there to understand where this led. So we all got back on the couch and put in a movie, and what better of a movie than a classic comedy? We watched as the movie (Scary Movie 4) played on the television. It was a riot and we all enjoyed the moment again and again.

Everyone sort of decided to spend the night, regardless of what I had to say about it. So we all showered, two at a time. I took the bed with Lisa and Andrew and Ian and Megan took the couch with Jon. We did this setup on purpose, of course, so that a girl on either piece of furniture was able to be double-teamed and so that’s what happened. It was the most fun me and Lisa had in a while, we were very open to new things. After it was all over we lie in bed and fell victim to the usual sensation of sleep.

This still didn’t account for why I woke up feeling so violated though. I had to go deeper into my memory to unlock what really took place after the threesomes. Hmm…well I went out while Andrew and Lisa were sleeping to go to the bathroom. Wait! I saw Jon in there urinating in the bathtub! What happened after that must have been what I was feeling. Jon looked to me and started stroking his big cock as he seemed to intend for us to be alone for some time this night. I went over to him and he made his first move…

Without disclosing what actually happened on the count of it was a blur, that was the time I remember my asshole felt stricken with pain and pleasure, one could only guess what happened in there. No wonder I felt the way I did as I stand up this morning, I was actually pretty excited after thinking the possibilities of everything that happened that night. It was interesting to me if nothing at least, I shared this same story with Lisa who was waiting outside of the room which all of the sudden was populated with a bed and a small dresser and a closet I failed to notice at first.

She agreed that it was a strange night and said she had no regrets about it and I had to second that. It was a fun night between the public drunkenness, masturbation on the couch, watching the comedy, and the threesomes that happened after. All said and done we called up the other parties that were involved that shared the same idea and everyone agreed that it was amazing what happened that night. Jon was still unsure of what happened with him and me in the bathroom that evening and we simply came to the understanding that we may never know.

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  1. MasterHank

    Kind of boring. If you can’t remember what should have been a great evening, why bother. Stay sober and get laid.

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  2. Kevin

    Well it wasn’t supposed to be too graphic. I thought it would go along better with the theme if there was really no detailed memory.

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