Drinks and Sexual Tension
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Hello reader,
I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'd taken a little break from writing recently, as I am back to university now and unfortunately writing erotic novels has become a tool for procrastinating away from my work. Without giving too much away, this fantasy is more personal to me as of late, and something that I imagine a lot of people would wish to imagine themselves experiencing. Enjoy reading and if you would like this story to continue into a series please leave a comment with your thoughts and I hope you enjoy yourself.
Have a lovely day and remember how important you are.
Francesco x
Drinks and Sexual Tension
I sat on the train heading home for the start of the summer holidays. A break from university had come at just the right time for me. My work had become a little obsessive, and I needed time away from my flat to recover from the onslaught of assignments that I had been working on. However, taking a break and being bored to death were two very different things, and although my parent's house had been nice whilst I was growing up, living in the middle of nowhere did have its downsides. I’d arranged to meet up with a friend for some drinks on the outskirts of our town, the two of us had booked a hotel to stay in for a couple of nights so that we could have a few drinks over the weekend without worrying about getting home. At the time, I hadn’t thought too much about sharing a hotel room with a mate from back home, after all, we were both adults and we had done this a bunch of times in the past. But in this case, it was going to give us a very good night without much sleep.
Eventually, my train came to a stop and I got off. I looked around a little before being ambushed from behind. ‘Jesus Christ…’ I said as Sean jumped onto my back. He laughed, brushing off my backpack and picking up my bag, ‘Josh, is it just me or are your trains always late?’. I chuckled and threw my backpack around my shoulder, ‘Either that or I like to keep you waiting’. We headed to a coffee shop for drinks, it had been maybe a year since we had last met in person, but catching up felt like no time had passed even if the gym had significantly changed his physique since we last met. ‘I saw that Sam just got back from Italy, I imagine she’s been…’ Sean gave me a troubled look to stop me from talking before I got myself in trouble. ‘Oh… is everything…’ ‘Everything is fine…’ Sean interjected softly, ‘I just don’t want to talk about it right now’. ‘Sorry, I didn’t realise that… well saved by the coffee shop I guess’, I smiled patting him on the back as we headed inside the cafe. ‘Sean, why don’t you find somewhere to sit and I’ll grab us some drinks’. He nodded and gave me a quick wink before heading into the seating area. I grabbed us some drinks and a sandwich and carried them very very slowly back to the table. Sean laughed with his hand covering his face. He was sat at the very back of the cafe (most likely on purpose), watching me carry the tray at a snail's pace to the table and yet still somehow managing to spill our drinks down the side of the cups. ‘You know you can ask them to bring the drinks over, you do this every time we come here’, I looked at him with comedic resentment, ‘well maybe if you didn’t sit at the back of an empty cafe each time, you’d get your drink…’ ‘with more in the glass’ Sean interrupted laughing. I put the tray down, mopped the spills with the napkins, and sat down next to him on the sofa. ‘So enough about my past love interests, what’s going on with you and Anna’ Sean said picking up his coffee. ‘Oh that whole thing, that fell apart last year, my studies were getting in the way of us and… well she probably deserved someone better if I’m honest’. ‘I’m guessing you still miss her’ Sean said moving his arm around me. ‘Me… nah…’ but I did, and to be honest I wasn’t putting on a very persuasive exterior. Sean wrapped his arm and brought me closer to him. At the time it was a little odd if I’m honest, we’d never touched or held each other before but I can’t say that it was a bad feeling. We’d always been very close friends just not friends that touched each other. ‘Thanks mate’ I said picking up my sandwich from the plate. ‘No worries… me and Sam had a similar thing… not studies or anything… just that we weren’t right for each other’. Sean loosened his hand and looked down. ‘Shame… her loss though right’ I said elbowing him in the ribs. I could tell that he wanted to say something else, I knew him well enough to see that he needed that relatability, that understanding from a partner. ‘Oh shut up…’ he said elbowing me back and grabbing the sandwich from my hands. ‘I just wish that she could… well like you understand me right, we’re not that different, it’s just weird that…’ I interrupted taking my sandwich back, ‘weird that she can’t be more like me’ I chuckled. Sean put his hand on my leg and massaged it briefly. I stared at him, part in confusion and… well the other part I wasn’t so sure what. What was going on, what was he doing, and why was I staring at him. I put my hand over his, it felt right at the time. ‘Want some more…’ I said holding my gaze and bringing the sandwich over from my plate. I put the sandwich in his mouth and he looked back at me. I was falling into his eyes, it was the weirdest and most irresistible feeling. I took the sandwich back and put the same bitten part in my mouth. What the actual fuck was happening. Why would I purposefully want to feel his saliva in my mouth, and why was feeling the partially moist bread hit my tongue making me start to go hard. I stroked his hand and our bodies moved closer together. But before I could understand what was going on… ‘Have you both finished with…’ I looked over and standing there in awkward shock was a waitress midway through collecting our empty plate. ‘Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt…’ the waitress said as though she had caught us in the middle of sex. ‘What, no no…’ we both said. ‘He was just… it wasn’t noth… it was…’ Sean panicked collecting the remaining empty cups from the table. The waitress took them from Sean as we stumbled over each other trying to justify what she had seen. She took the plates and apologised for her timing. Quite honestly, at the time I was relieved that she had interrupted whatever was happening between us. ‘We should probably get going anyway’ Sean said to me in an attempt to move on. ‘We need to drop off our bags if we’re going to get to a restaurant at a decent time’. We left avoiding eye contact with the waitress on the way out and headed to the hotel.
Looking at the hotel online, whilst nice, it was cheap. You could tell by the carpet and the textured wood stickers. Being university students we didn’t have much income and splitting a cheap hotel room seemed like the best choice, especially at the price of drinks. We arrived in the reception area and checked in. ‘Mr. Timberson is it… let me see’, the man clicked around on his desktop computer as we waited. ‘Ah yes, here, a double room, we’ve put you in 403’, he handed over the tickets, I grabbed Sean from the bar, and we headed up three flights of stairs. As we reached our floor the decor changed, it suddenly went from very tacky to unusually fancy. The red blinding carpet was replaced by a subtle grey and the wallpaper had become a minimalistic pattern with bronze lamp shades hanging from the sides. ‘Geez, how much were these rooms again’ Sean said as we walked down the hallway. ‘406… 405…. 404…. Here we are 403’. I slid the card into the door and we walked in. ‘This was much more than I was expecting… you did prepay the amount we discussed right…’ Sean said walking into the en-suite bathroom. The room was nice, much nicer than any of the photos we had seen before, the carpet was soft and the room was much bigger than I had thought it would be. But there was one problem. ‘Do you think there’s been a mistake, should I go check downstairs’ I said as I looked at the king-sized bed. I knew I’d made a mistake booking the room, I could never remember the difference between a twin and a double. ‘Are you kidding… quickly unpack your stuff so that we can’t get kicked out’ Sean laughed from the bathroom. ‘So I see you’ve fucked up the beds again…’ he said as he emerged from the en-suite. I blushed slightly and began to suggest that we could try changing rooms again. ‘Josh, don’t be ridiculous we can top and tail like the old days’ Sean said as he sat down on the soft king-sized mattress. The sight of him sitting on our bed made me feel uncomfortably excited and scared. I sat next to him and slowly as I went to take my shoes off our two mattress bubbles converged into one, pressing us against each other. As though our legs touching was an instruction to run, I quickly stood up. ‘I should probably have a shower before we head out’ I said rubbing my chest. ‘What’s up with you we just sat down’ said Sean. I wasn’t sure what was going on between us but I just stared at him and he stared back. The idea of getting under the covers with him was something that felt promiscuously tempting. Without saying anything I walked into the en-suite and began to get changed. Throwing my clothes in the corner, I jumped in the shower. Man, I needed to cum but for some reason, I also wanted to wait until tonight. Wait for what exactly, I’m not sure. I closed my eyes and began to touch myself, feeling the warm soapy water run down my body and the smell of lavender body wash fill the room. It wasn’t long until I could feel myself getting hard thinking of getting in bed and making out with… what was I doing, what even was this. I turned off the shower and stopped touching myself for a second. Then came a knock at the door and emerging from the steam came Sean completely naked into the room. ‘Oh sorry mate, I heard the shower stop and I thought that you were done here’ he said both staring at me and trying to avert his eyes from my hard cock bouncing in midair. He started to back out of the door and I called him back in. ‘Oh no worries, yeh I’m about done’ I said as I stepped out of the shower and quickly realised that my towel was still in the bedroom. Sean shut the door of the small en-suite. ‘I hope I wasn’t… you know… interrupting anything’ Sean said again gazing back and forth between my dick and my face, but to be fair I wasn’t much better, he was also clearly getting harder and the longer and closer we got as we moved past each other the harder we became. Man I could have fucked him right there, bent him over, and given it to him, the gym had clearly done wonders for his physique and he was for one reason or another clearly turned on. I made some excuse about why I was hard, ‘seems like you're no better though’ I said looking down at his throbbing dick. ‘Oh fuck off’ he said with a smirk. We rotated around each other awkwardly so that Sean could have access to the shower, pressing our bodies together to fit between the sink and the wall. I guess with hindsight we probably had space to not have our bodies pressed against each other, our dicks rubbing across each of our torsos, but then that wasn’t what we wanted secretly. Sean jumped in the shower and turned on the water only to let out a blood-curdling scream. ‘You didn’t use all the hot water did you!’ shuddered Sean in a higher pitch. I walked over to the shower and crossed his body with mine submerging my hand into the stream of now lukewarm water coming from the shower head. My dick pushed up against his upper leg and my chest pressed against his shoulder. ‘Nah… you urm… you… you just have to let it come… through the uh…’, I could feel my mouth salivating as the now warm water ran across both our bodies and our wet skin slid across each other as we made small movements to turn. ‘Thanks…’ said Sean looking at me with his eyes half-glazed. I ran my hand back from the shower and slid it down his body slowly, keeping my gaze on his. ‘No problem’. Sean submerged himself in the shower. His long hair flowed down against his neck and the water fell rolling over his sculpted upper body. I backed out of the bathroom, grabbed a towel, and sat on my phone naked in bed for a bit. Sean soon emerged from the bathroom. ‘Mate we need to get moving if we’re going to get out on time’. ‘Yeh I know’ I said rolling off the bed and picking up my trousers from the floor. I felt like maybe waiting naked on the bed was some subconscious desire to stay in and maybe just lick that body up and down with my tongue. Standing up my hands tensed seeing him bending over to put on his clothes over his damp back. I could have torn him to shreds, ripped him, and scratched him so that he would do the same to me. He was like a petal of manhood and I wanted him.
I got changed put on some aftershave and we headed to the hotel lift. As we went down each floor I was astounded at how muscular Sean had become over the year since we had met. His shirt pulled at the buttons around his chest and his biceps bulged to curve and mould his sleeves. ‘Is there something wrong with my…’ Sean said as he looked in the lift mirror for a mark or smudge on the chest of his shirt. ‘Oh, no sorry I wasn’t looking at… it’s fine’ I said trying to recover from the situation. Sean smiled an almost understanding look, which made me more confused about what was happening. Once we got out of the hotel we made our way to Vincenzo’s Pizzeria in town, Sean had been there a few times before, I mean, I say a few times, but to be honest he used to be a regular here when we were both back home. The waiter who recognised Sean from his past frequent visits showed us to our table. It was candle lit with a salt and pepper shaker over a red velvet table cover. ‘Geez this place has gotten fancy’ I said as the waiter pulled us both a seat. ‘Oh I do apologise, is this not what you had wanted’ the waiter said looking at Sean. ‘No this is perfect thank you’ Sean replied. I looked at him perplexed over the light of the candle’s flame. ‘Look, don’t give me that, I wanted to do something nice for yo… for us, that’s why I upgraded our hotel booking.’ ‘You did what, Sean I can’t afford all this’ I replied in shock. ‘No…’ Sean said tucking in his seat ‘I’ve paid for it all don’t worry, tonight is on me’. ‘Wait what…’ I said wondering what the hell was going on ‘Sean how can you afford all this? This time last year you had barely enough money to get the bus’. Sean chuckled ‘Those were the days right, well a lot has happened over the past year’. I smiled but I have to honestly say that I was still a little confused, Sean was a smart guy but what job was he working to land him nights out like this. We ordered a couple of drinks and a pizza but as the night went on the feelings that I had left in the hotel room began to come back. It seemed that he looked even better than before after a few drinks and in the light of a candle. He would make me laugh about stories of our past, and after a while I knew that I wasn’t really listening to anything he was saying, just looking at him and loving us. My legs started to make their way under the table and with a giggle of laughter from his most recent story I slapped my hands against the table touching his fingers as I did so. He didn’t seem to flinch, in fact, he moved his hands closer toward me over my fingertips and moved his legs across mine to rub. Which I did. Slowly. Looking at each other as we did so but kept the conversation flowing. Because God, if the conversation stopped… well we might be confronted with explaining two hard dicks. Sean ordered us a round of cocktails only for him to realise that they had given him the wrong order. ‘Oh geez this is strong’, he said with pulsating eyes. A waitress walking by heard Sean and headed to our table. ‘Is there anything wrong sir’. ‘Yes sorry this… this isn’t my drink’. She took the drink and said to another waiter walking past ‘Can you check what this couple's order was supposed to be’. Sean and I looked at each other blushing. ‘No we’re… urm we’re not a couple or nothing’ I said retracting my hands from his, and Sean pulled his legs from under the table. The waitress took a quick double take, smiled, and went to sort our order. ‘What on earth’ Sean said laughing. ‘Yeh I know right’ I replied ‘Us, a couple, that’ll be the day’. Sean moved his legs back across to me under the table. ‘That’ll… urm… aha…’ I murmured staring back at him over the candlelight. I moved my hands back across the table out flat and he put his in mine. I rubbed his fingers back and forth. I loved him, but more than that, I wanted to fuck him.
As the night went on we grew closer and incidentally more drunk. We had transitioned from cocktails to shots at this point and had moved our chairs around the table next to each other. Sean stumbled across the bar to go and get a few more drinks and sat whilst he waited. I sat on my phone for a while checking my notifications and after a few minutes, I looked up to see a woman talking and laughing with him at the bar. What the fuck! Who did he think he was! Sean brought our shots over on a tray back to the table ‘See no spills with me’ he said laughing and patting me on the shoulder. ‘She seemed nice’ I said in a disregarding tone, pushing my chair away from him. ‘Yeh, I guess?’ Sean said looking at me. ‘Maybe you could just spend the rest of the night with her’. ‘What are you talking about Josh? What’s up with you?’. ‘Nothings up with me’ I said standing up next to him. Sean in a state of drunkenness took a double take. ‘Mate’ he said putting his hand on my shoulder ‘I was just talking to her’. I shoved his hand off my shoulder ‘Don’t give me that, I saw you!’. Sean dazed by me pushing his hand shoved me backward. Startled and equally taken back that this was turning physical I pushed him a little in return, only for him to throw a punch across my face. Regaining myself I turned round and threw myself at him, pushing us both into a wall in a bear hug. It was rough. We pulled at each other's clothing and held each other by the grip of our bare hands. However, slowly but surely the wrestle started to turn more into an embrace as we looked at each other as we had done in the hotel, pressed up against each other, for Sean to slip his mouth over mine and to make out in the middle of the restaurant. We had obviously made quite a scene, and we were quickly escorted out of the restaurant but that didn’t matter. Sean pushed me up against the brick wall as I had done to him inside. His lips chewed passionately against my neck as his strong arms held mine in submission against the rough cement. Our cocks pressed and rubbed against each other, begging to be united together and escape the prison of our jeans. Sean’s hands slowly made their way down my body, moving down my shirt whilst sniffing and licking the aftershave on my neck. My hands remained frozen in place from where he had left them on the wall. He slid my skin-tight jeans down my legs and pulled down my boxers for my dick to fly out into the cold midnight air. I’d never done this down a dark alley before, but doing this with Sean felt right. We felt together in this moment. Sean took the head of my cock in his mouth and sucked it slowly rubbing his tongue across and over the ridges. He looked up at me with deep eyes of longing. I reached down, took my dick in my hand, and took it out of his mouth to slap him with it, leaving a wet streak of saliva and precum as it did so. Then taking my other hand behind his head I lowered my dick into his mouth and slid the head slowly down his tongue and to the back of his throat. Sean quickly took over as it hit the back of his throat, and without gagging, he moved into position and lowered my hard cock down his esophagus. Once, twice, three times, faster and faster staring up at me with tears in his eyes as he resisted the urge to gag. I had no idea how he could fucking do this, but he knew what a man needed. With the final rep he opened his mouth wide and without touching his tongue or the walls or his mouth, he pushed it to the back of his throat and once it was as far down his throat as it would go, he wrapped his warm wet mouth around the base and held it there in place. His lips pressed up against my balls and my dick throbbed from inside his throat. ‘Sean… I’m going to fucking cum’ I said scratching the walls with my nails. I tried to push him off but with more pressure from his legs, he pushed himself and my cock harder against the wall and played with me for ten long seconds, holding the position, moving his wet tongue like a snake around the base of my cock. I think he could tell that I was about to go as I started to pulsate faster and harder. He quickly pulled my wet dick out from his body and took in a massive amount of air before falling to the floor. I was in shock. I’d never been treated like this before. I wanted to cum badly but the cold air from the ally helped reduce the urge now it was out in the open. ‘Fuck me’ I said with my head against the wall. Sean was shaking on the floor as though he had just been fucked himself. Looking at him on all fours with his arse bulging outwards and such a strong muscular posture breaking under the stress of my dick made me harder than ever. Such a beast had been tempered by something so erotic. It was too good an opportunity to miss. I moved behind Sean and pulled his elastic jeans down to his knees. His body was still shuddering but he moved his cheeks upwards and outwards into the air and bent his upper body so he was laying and shuddering against the floor. I took my wet saliva covered dick and slipped it into his tight hole. I pushed it about an inch deep and Sean let out a high pitch growl of ecstasy. Although my dick was wet with Sean’s spit, it lodged into him at around two or three inches. I looked down and spat a ball of saliva between his cheeks. It dripped down his crack and covered my dick allowing it to slide another inch or two deeper. Sean’s hands scratched against the concrete floor as I slowly lowered myself deeper into his body. He didn’t say anything, he just growled occasionally like an injured animal on the floor. I started pushing myself in and out, moving faster and faster, pulling the skin of my shaft with his tight arse. I could feel him tensing his body around it, as he would prepare for another deep thrust inside. Whilst the feeling of his tightness felt like nothing I’d experienced before, it was getting harder and harder to move my dick. I began incorporating my legs more, slamming my body into him, as he gripped himself to the floor with his bare nails. My shaft was being stretched and strangled. I could feel each part of it, veins and all, sliding into him with the most sensitive pulsation. I could feel myself about to cum and with one thrust gripped myself in place, tightly against his body. Sean raised himself from the floor and wrapped his head around my neck. Keeping my fingers gripped tight around him, we knelt on the floor, as if praying together in an erotically religious ceremony. For a few moments with our eyes shut, we just felt each other becoming one. We were in this moment one flesh. One body and mind together. We felt him gripping his body around my dick to never let go, and we felt my body pulsating within him edging ever closer to cum. We were closer than we had ever been before. Sean turned his head and with his tongue we filled our mouths, mixing our souls more and more, until it became harder for us to tell where I ended and he began.
Time had slipped away from us and we eventually found ourselves making our way back to the hotel in the early hours of the morning. Making out with more passion as we got closer and closer. Rolling our bodies pressing ourselves across the outside wall of the hotel, Sean grabbed my hand and led me into the hotel past reception, and into the lift. He pressed the elevator button and as we rose through the floors we pushed each other like animals against the handrails leaving sweat and hand prints on the once-clean mirrors. There was some advantage of having mirrors in a lift during our love fight, watching the back of him holding me against the handrail as we would knock and tear at each other was somehow like watching and being in a porn scene. The doors opened and Sean led me running to our room door as if he was uncontrollably about to strip off in the corridor. With my back to the door and Sean pressed up against me, I fumbled for the key outside our room. I searched through my pockets as Sean took off his top and held one of my hands above my head. The door opened and with the release, we fell to the floor, me and then Sean laughing on top. ‘Hey…’ I said giggling as Sean tried to shut the door with his leg. He stood up, walked over me, and leaned round the door of the en-suite. ‘Hey…’ he said shutting the door behind him. I heard the shower turn on and I crawled like a dog to the door undressing myself on the way. The steam and smell of lavender poured like a river under the door. With my clothes and myself on the floor, I pulled the door open to be hit with a humid cloud of steam. I looked up through the haze to a naked example of manhood. The bathroom light rolled across his countered body, revealing the smoothness of every muscle. As if in slow motion every twitch of muscle showed itself, the inner mechanics of his body were acting like an oiled machine. And in the middle of this artwork, stood a pillar firm and centered with perfect tip and shaft. It was his monument, the thing that would later own me like a religious follower. Unwavering it hung over me and I fell in its shadow. It looked delicious, especially as the steam condensed making it glint in the room’s light. Sean lifted my chin with his finger, turned, and followed by me, he walked through the steam into the shower. Squirting some body soap into my hand, I rubbed it over his body and his hand over mine. We rubbed our hands over every part of our bodies, slipping across each other with bubbles from lavender lube, and once we had cleaned Sean turned me towards him and knelt me down as a choir boy. He dripped his dick over me, water splashing against my face under the shower’s persevering rainfall. I opened my mouth, expecting him to fill me as I had for him, but he pulled my hair tilting my head back and filling my mouth with the hot shower water until it was full. I held my breath not swallowing, for him to bring my head back up and replaced the water dripping from my mouth with his dick. Having never done this before, I knew to avoid getting my teeth involved and to instead let him slip straight down my tongue, however, the girth of his monument filled my mouth more than I expected, it was certainly big and didn’t seem to end. It lowered deeper, hitting the back of my throat and I prepared my body to take it further. I could feel him moving, pulsing into my throat, pushing at an angle against the wall. I adjusted my body to take it in further horizontally by raising my body in line with him. Coughing and spluttering, hands and knees shaking, I reached the end of him. I gripped my mouth against him and he wrapped his hands tightly against my back. Arse slapping against the wet tiled wall, I pulled and pushed against his dick whilst Sean thrust himself into me. After a few minutes of this onslaught, Sean held me with him deep inside my throat. I could feel him pulsing longer than before, pressing harder with each pushing muscle until I felt a trickle of warmth run down my throat. The sensation was so comforting, the pulsing, the restriction, I could feel myself cumming with him, each squirt running down our pressed legs. Sean turned off the water and we both fell to the floor panting, coughing, and shaking against the tiles, hands resting on each other we lay there… until the morning.