Drinking with Breda (Trade with Roalli)

Another trade story with Roalli fron y-gallery
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Cain Fuery woke up with a long low groan and a throbbing pain in his head. He rubbed the side of his head and began searching for his glasses. Pushing discarded clothing and empty alcohol containers aside he finally found them laying next to a naked and unconscious Breda.

With his vision restored he could see how truly messed up the room was. There were empty bottles and cans everywhere. He could see Havoc and Falman passed out on the other side of the room. He felt confused, and annoyed with himself for having gotten so drunk as to have forgotten everything. He hoped he didn’t make an ass of himself in front everyone.

He found his video camera laying on the floor by the table and remembered vaguely that he had been using it most of the night. He flipped the screen open hit the play button. The video began to play, there was a lot of laughing and the image moved back and forth from person to person, though most of the attention was on Breda.

“Ha, like, hell Falman. “Breda said loudly. Fuery could tell he was completely wasted. The camera zoomed out slightly.

“I could get a million more girls than you. I’m smarter than you and definitely sexier.” He boasted, as he downed half a can of beer in one shot.

“No you aren’t.” Falman retorted. The camera turned to look at him then back at Breda, who had a sour look in his face.

Fuery began remembering things now, as it played on the camera it began playing back in his memory.

Breda downed the last of his beer and tossed the can aside. He stood up and jumped up on the table, stripping his clothing as he went. He balanced poorly on the table but managed to stand there in his underwear flexing and posing for the three men watching him.

“Yea.” He taunted, flexing his muscles in various poses. “I’m the sexiest man in the military and you know it. Unf. Yea. Women, Men, they all want a piece of this.”

“Get your drunk ass off the table you idiot. No one here wants to see that.” Falman yelled at him.

“Hmmph, fine.” Breda scoffed.

“Hey.” Breda grabbed Falman’s beer and downed it before backing down off the table. He sat back down on the floor, and almost immediately fainted.

Fuery heard Falman and Havoc laughing there asses off before the video went to static for a few seconds. He looked over at Breda, still sleeping with his hands behind his head, snoring like an idiot.

The video came back. The lights were lower but the next bit was just Falman and Havoc singing some song badly. He sped past that with a push of a button until static came and passed again. As the new scene began to play, his mind drifted back into his returning memory

***

It was still a bit dark, but he could see well enough. He was filming Breda sleeping, dirty thoughts running wild through his mind. He noticed a belt laying on the floor; Breda’s belt. An evil idea began brewing in his mind.

He looked around, Falman and Havoc were passed out, so there was noone to catch him in his dirty little deed. He set the camera down on the table and made sure it was aimed at Breda before carefully positioning his arms behind his head and binding them tightly with the belt.

Cain drank in the sight of his sexy sleeping captive. From his orange hair, large nose and chin, to his beefy muscles that covered his body. He studied every curve of every crevasse. His eyes traveled down from the massive pectorals to his slightly chubby stomach and finally the delicious bulge in his briefs. Stretched so tight he could almost see every detail.

Slowly he inched Breda’s underwear down to his ankles and took in the sight of Breda’s manly naked body. His fat cock hanging limp between his legs, resting softly on his large hairy balls. Just below was his tight pink hole. Breda was probably a virgin, but Cain planned to change that.

Breda was right, he was too sexy to resist. Cain began caressing Breda’s nude form with both hands. He squeezed his firm muscles and took extra care to play with his firm nipples. He worked his way down and soon he was lifting Breda’s massive dick into his hand. He stroked it slowly as he rubbed his own through his pants.

Breda began moving suddenly. “Huh? What the hell? Fuery? What the fuck man?” His voice was too loud. Cain pressed his hand to Breda’s mouth and shushed him. “Do you really want those two to wake up and find you like this?”

Breda’s mind began taking hold of the situation. He was naked and being stroked by another guy. “Let me go man. Ahh” His whisper turned into a small gasp of pleasure. His dick was rising to full attention now.

“It’s like you said Sir. You’re to sexy to resist, so I couldn’t help myself, so just relax and enjoy the ride.”

Breda didn’t know what to say, but he soon began stifling moans as Cain leaned forward and began sucking his dick.

“Ahh shit” He moaned quietly.

“Yea, you like that don’t you?” Fuery teased.

“Ahh no, stop that man, ahhh.”

“Yea, you love this. God damn your too hot, and right now you’re all mine.”

“Oh god.” Breda moaned. “That feels so...ahh so good.”

Cain grinned and took his mouth off Breda’s manhood. Breda moaned in protest. He was enjoying it now and he didn’t want it to stop.

Fuery peeled back the foreskin and exposed the swollen purple head of Breda’s cock. He gave it a very light lick with the very tip of his tongue. Breda went wild.

“Fuck man.” He whispered. “That feels so good, don’t stop.”

Cain continued to tease Breda’s dick. He licked it ever so lightly just to watch him squirm. He stopped paying attention to his dick for awhile and focused his attention, first on his nipples, which he tweaked and squeezed for several minuets, before moving down to Breda’s most private region. His ass.

He licked his finger and made sure it was plenty slick with spit before rubbing it all around the tight pucker.

“Ahh. No man, not there.” Breda begged, but Fuery began teasing his cock again and ignoring his pleas.

He gently inserted one finger in. Breda winced in pain and virgin ass clenched shut, but Fuery pushed against the tight muscle until his finger went in.

Breda cringed in pain for a few moments but he quickly relaxed. “Woah shit, that actually feels pretty good. Mmm”

Fuery fingered him slowly while continuing to tease his captive colleague’s body, and then he stopped. Breda moaned. “Aww man don’t stop. Come onnnnnnn, suck me.” He whined. His personality was completely different from before. Where he had once been aggressive and dominant, he was now completely submissive, whiny and he was even a bit pouty, like a sad puppy begging for attention.

“Beg me for it.”

Breda was still hesitant. He felt completely embarrassed to be reduced to begging for another man to pleasure him, but he wanted more. He needed it.

“Please man,” He begged. “Please more, I don’t care what you do just do it. Make me feel good.”

“Whatever I want?” Fuery asked slyly.

“Yes, just don’t stop.”

Fuery grinned. He slowly stroked Breda’s cock, and with his free hand He unzipped his pants and whipped out his own throbbing cock. He pulled a condom out of his pocket and rolled it down his shaft and spread Breda’s legs.

“Wait.” He said suddenly. Fuery looked up at him, slightly annoyed “just go easy, its my first time like this.”

Fuery pressed his dickhead against Breda’s hole. There was resistance but after another push he was able to enter the tight, no-longer-virgin hole. “Ahh fuck man your so tight it’s unreal”

“This is crazy.” Breda huffed. “We’re fucking, were actually fucking. Oh god it feels so good.”

“Yea,” Fuery grunted back. “Damn your ass feels so good.”

“Ahh yea. Oh fuck. W-wait, what if those two wake up?”

“Who cares? Maybe they’ll join us.”

Breda’s face turned a deep shade of red.

“Damn you’re cute when you blush.” Fuery commented. “Alright, lift your legs.”

Fuery lifted Breda’s legs and rested his ankles on his shoulders, then reached around his massive thighs to stroke his cock, which was now drooling thin streams of clear precum.

“Oh fuck I’m getting close man.” Breda moaned.

“M-me too.” Fuery said in reply

Fuery let Breda’s left leg fall back to the floor. With his smaller body he was able to bend forward and get the head of Breda’s cock in his mouth just in time, as Breda gave a deep guttural moan and fired a massive load into Fuery’s mouth. The force of his orgasm caused Fuery’s cock to be pushed out. He took the opportunity to go down further on Breda’s ejaculating manhood and drink every last drop of cum it could give him.

“I want yours.” He moaned after his cum has subsided. “Let me suck it I want your in my mouth too.”

Fuery whipped the condom off and crouched over Breda’s face letting his be sucked in. Within seconds, he was using the wall for support as his orgasm came and filled Breda’s mouth with hot seed.

Fuery pulled his dick out and staggered back a few steps. The alcohol was really getting to him now. He sat down onto the floor hard, his cock shrinking and retreating into his pants. His arm hit the camera, sending it sliding across the table and to the floor on the other side. He swayed there for a few moments before falling backwards and passing out completely

***

Fuery starred at the static in complete shock of himself. He couldn’t believe he actually did that to his friend and fellow officer. Was he really that bad a drunk? What was he going to do now?

“Hey.”

Fuery nearly jumped out of his skin. Breda had been behind him for who knows how long.

“Ahh. Breda I’m sorry, don’t hurt me. I’m a lousy drunk and I promise it’ll never happen again. I’ll destroy the tape and...”

“Hey, hey calm down. I’m not mad. Besides, I could have stopped you any time I wanted to.”

“Really?” Fuery said relieved. There was a bit of an awkward silence between them. Mostly because Fuery was too embarrassed to say anything and Breda was fidgeting trying to get his hands free.

“So...” Fuery began, but Breda interrupted him.

“Can you get this undone? I cant get this damn belt loose.”

Fuery chuckled slightly and undid the belt. “Thanks.” Breda said rubbing his wrists and picking up his underwear and putting it on.

Breda was about to say something but groans and scuffles from the other side of the room let them know the other two had woken up.

“Ahh shit.” Falman yelled.

“What are you yelling about now idiot.” Breda asked, as he began putting his pants on.

“It’s eight thirty.” He said pointing at his watch.

“Mustang is gonna kill us.” Fuery said panicking. They all raced from the room to get ready for work. Breda brought up the rear, still fighting to get his shoes on. “Oi Fuery. Wait up.” He yelled.

“What? We’re late can it wait?”

“Bring the camera and tape to my apartment after work.” He said now tucking his shirt into his pants.

“What? Why?”

“Heh, you’ll find out later wont you.” He said now running on ahead. “Come on, last one to the office gets burned to death.”

“H-hey, wait up. Don’t leave me behind.”