3 A.M Wrestling Match

He wrestled in high school so the occasional drunk grappling was normal, honestly it was almost expected. What wasn’t expected was the  way his hard dick felt rubbing against me as we slid across the floor.

A little backstory, we’re going to call my friend Brandon. He’s Blonde, has a swimmer’s body, stands about 6’0 tall, about 6.5 inches but uses it well.

This night was a typical drunk college night. Lots of banter, lots of tequila. one of those nights with the boys that you never want to end. Everyone else crashed out at about 2:30 or so, but me and Brandon decided we weren’t done. There were still drinks to be consumed & it was our duty to consume them.

It went down a little like this. Set the scene. I’m standing in the kitchen, Brandon is on the couch. I call out, “come take a shot with me little bitch.”

“Nah man give me a second we just took one”

Obviously i’m not hearing that nonsense, so now I’m over at the couch throwing jabs into his arm like one does when their best friend denies taking a shot with them.

“Stop before I beat your ass, you don’t want me to beat you ass”

“Cmon you little bitch take a shot with me”

He grabs me. He wrestled for four years he’s quick on his feet, but i’m bigger than him it won’t be easy.

Now we’re rolling across the floor, and I uh accidentally rub my hand across his shorts trying to wrap around him… about 45 seconds later, he accidentally does it back to me.

Now remember I’m drunk as hell, things could be easily misconstrued but it almost felt like his hand lingered over my bulge a second too long. I’d be a lying sack of shit if I said my dick wasn’t starting to grow with every second I spent on the floor.

I’m in a headlock now, but there’s without a doubt a semi-hard dick rubbing against my back.

I roll over, my face is not in his chest, and as i’m fighting to figure out what to do with my hands, I make sure they go over that one specific lower region to ensure I wasn’t just drunk. I wasn’t just drunk.

He was as into this as I was.

He’s straight though, his girlfriend is sleeping upstairs. I’m convincing myself i’m wrong about this, so I tap. No way this is real. He let’s go, and I go back to the couch. I’m catching my breath, he’s catching his breath, but both times I look over at him he’s adjusting himself. I couldn’t help myself.

“I won that round bitch, you going to go out sad like that?”

He didn’t like that.

He lunged across the room at me, and now we’re on the couch. Every move he makes feels intentional, like he wants me to touch him he’s opening his legs so that when I move I have to touch him. I’m drunk enough to keep touching him. We’re fighting on the floor now. At some point I end up with my arm wrapped around his waist, and my head resting on his hip, right beside his dick. This is when I knew it was going to happen. He sits up and reaches for my leg to try some maneuver, but he intentionally brushes my dick, and I’m hard as steel I know he felt it. He couldn’t pull off the maneuver so he tries again, brushing my dick again, and that’s when I move my head directly onto his lap and just rest it there. 3 am, and i’m resting my head on my best friends hard dick.

I let him put me back in a head lock, and he stands me up. My arms are pinned behind me, my ass is resting on his dick, there’s no denying that we both know what’s happening.

He starts to let my arms go, but neither one of us move. His hand moves to the front of my body, he rubs my dick again, and I can hear his slight moans in my ear.

My heart is beating out of my chest.At any point his girlfriend or any of our other friends in the house could wake up, there’s no way we’re about to do this, right?I turn around and look at him. I playfully push him off, and he grabs my arms and pulls me in.

I’m weak in the knees. My heart is racing, my dick is a steel rod. The first kiss almost felt accidental. Like we both moved the wrong direction, and just happened to brush across each others lips. The second kiss was intentional.

“Stop.”

“You know you don’t want me to”

“Your girlfriend is upstairs man, you’re drunk”

“Drunk enough to finally do it that’s all, I know you’re into it stop fighting me”

We’re on the couch now. He’s on top of me, I’m trying to be as quiet as possible but his touch is electric, and the way he uses his tongue is making my eyes roll, I’m moaning into his mouth, and he’s grinding his dick into mine.

“Blow me”

“Brandon stop we shouldn’t do this”

“I’m rock hard man and she’s sleep, blow me please I need it”

He kisses my neck. He nibbles my ear. He takes my hand and puts it inside his shorts.

Now i’m on top of him.

I can’t believe i’m about to do this. On the couch… with his girlfriend sleeping upstairs.

Shorts are down now. No turning back.

I take him in, the smell of his night out dancing is filling my nose, I can barely contain my dick in my pants. I start blowing him, savoring the taste of his skin. He puts his hands on my head, guiding his dick in and out of my throat. He doesn’t last very long. As expected, he’s been hard for probably 40 minutes now. But there was no way he was cumming anywhere except in my throat.

He tries to warn me.

“I’m close. I’m close. Z bro im gonna cum”

I don’t stop sucking.

He covers his mouth with a pillow and unloads ropes of cum into my mouth. He’s panting, and I swear the entire earth was silent at this moment. He looks at me, leans down, and kisses me, with a mouth full of his cum I kiss back. Like a true man he pulls his shorts up, and tells me he’s going to bed.

The next morning was like nothing had ever happened. It was so normal I started to think I had dreamed it, but I could still taste him. That was real, but he was acting like nothing ever happened.

A couple months later we got drunk again. Maybe I dreamt it the first time, but I damn sure didn’t dream it the second time.