Drunk with Tye (Patreon)

My buddy Tye flew in from LA for work and to visit with old friends from college. We haven’t seen each other in about eight months. We often travel to each other's cities for work, but on the last couple of trips, we missed each other, so we had a lot of catching up to do.

We decided to do Mexican and margaritas in St. Marks. It was supposed to be a light evening, but after the second pitcher of margs, we decided to take a walk to the Greenwich Village to see what was happening on a Wednesday night.

Over at Duplex, they had a live piano player doing songs for tips, and people could sing along if they wanted. So we had a few drinks. Everyone sang happy birthday to a guy named Marc. He looked sexy for a guy who just turned 51. Tye wasn’t feeling the show tunes that seemed to keep popping up, so after we finished our second drink there, we cashed out and went two doors down to Stonewall. On the way out the door, I noticed two massive jars filled with free condoms, so I grabbed one. Tye laughed at me and kept walking.

Stonewall was filled with a much younger crowd of twinks. We felt a bit better about the vibe and got drinks, then headed upstairs, where a drag queen was also playing piano and taking requests, but she wasn’t doing Broadway tunes, so we decided to chill and enjoy it.

After our second round, we recognized birthday boy Marc and his friend had shown up to enjoy the music here, too. We didn’t say anything to them, but we noticed, and they noticed us.

When the drag queen finished her set, we all went downstairs to have more drinks and chill. I was feeling drunk at this point, but I couldn’t tell if Tye was. He doesn’t have a drunk face, so he’s always hard to read. When the billiards table freed up, an older guy asked me if I wanted to play a round with him. I’m not good, but I was drunk and feeling like it would be fun.

Between turns, I would walk back over to Tye who was now being chatted up by a bunch of different older men, including birthday Marc and his friend. They thought we were a couple, and Marc came right out asking who was the top and who was the bottom in our relationship. I couldn’t help but laugh; Tye is more often a bottom, and so am I, so we’ve never hooked up. I guess Tye wasn’t feeling like getting fucked tonight since he offered up that he is a top and I am a bottom, not correcting their assumption that we’re in a relationship. I just sipped my drink, smiling at Tye as he gave me the, “Let's see how this plays out look.”

I played my next shot at the table, which didn’t sink a single ball. Then, when I got back, Tye was already in a conversation with the younger guy, and I couldn’t hear what they were talking about over the music. So I sipped my drink, and Marc leaned in, his lips almost touching my ear, “So, are you a clean bottom?”

I was a bit too drunk to try and understand what he was asking, so I just shrugged, “Yeah.”

“Always or just right now?” Marc had a smile on his face.

Still not really understanding him, I smiled back and said, “Always.”

“Really? I’m a top,” he smiled at me.

He stood about 6 inches taller than me, and I’m 5’7”. So I had to look up at him to meet his eyes, “I know,” I grinned, then slipped out of his arm that snaked around my waist and shot another round.

When I came back, Marc was gone; his friend was still at the bar, still flirting with Tye. So I scooped my arm around Tye’s waist, pulling him to me.

“You know he has a nine-inch dick,” the friend said, clearly drunk.

“Tye? I know,” I sipped my drink. He’s very proud of his dick and has shown me his pics several times…it is beautiful.

“No, Marc,” he practically yelled to me, nodding in the direction Marc disappeared to.

I thought it was weird that he was offering up this information, but again, I was too drunk to care. I took another sip of my drink, then went to play my turn at the table. I sank a few balls, which should’ve been easy since the table was mostly covered with my balls at this point, but then I inevitably missed.

I took a sip of my drink, and Marc scooted up next to me, putting his arm around my shoulder, and immediately started playing with my nipple through my shirt. I tried to ignore it. My focus was on hanging out with my friend tonight. I made a point of jerking off before I went out, so I wasn’t really horny, just drunk and turned on by the attention. I have a terrible habit of hanging out with my hot friends like Tye while horny, then I struggle to focus on the conversations we have and can only focus on what they look like naked. Then, when you add in a few drinks, my brain goes down this rabbit hole of possibilities that hot sex with them might happen.

Tonight, I knew I would be with Tye, who is mostly a bottom, and he forewarned me that he just needed a night out to relax. I wanted to be a good friend to him and focus on him. So I did what any good friend would do, and I rubbed one out before I left my place to meet up for dinner. Now here we are, drunk at a gay bar, with a guy rubbing my nipple and not so subtly letting me know he was into me.

“You know I’m rubbing your nipple,” Marc said, then tweaked it a bit hard to get my attention.

“I know,” I said back, “I don’t like it so hard,” I told him.

“Oh, you don’t like it hard?” He grinned.

“Not really,” I shrugged.

“You know I’m hard right now,” he whispered into my ear.

I wasn’t sure if I heard him correctly. Looking down at his black jeans in the dim light, I saw he didn’t look hard. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he grinned.

I reached down and slid my hand across the bulge in his pants. Sure enough, it felt like a steel pipe that ran from the center of his crotch straight across to his hip. I looked back up at his grin.

“I just took a Viagra,” he said.

I don’t have any experience with this, so I just smiled, trying to see if Tye was enjoying himself, completely disregarding this new piece of information from Marc, even though he held me tight to him, expecting a reaction.

“Cool,” I smiled at him and then leaned away to grab my drink off the bar.

He leaned with me, whispering in my ear, “What are you going to do about it?”

I nearly choked on my drink, “what?”

“What are you going to do about it?” His hand slid down my back and squeezed my ass cheek.

I was starting to understand what was happening right now. “What do you want me to do about it?”

He leaned into my ear, “I want to take you into the bathroom and put my dick in that cute little ass of yours.”

If I were sober, this guy wouldn't have gotten a second look from me. I was barely feeling him as it was, but I could tell Tye was trying to hook up with Marc’s friend, so I humored him.

“Pretty sure I saw a sign that strictly forbids multiple people in the bathroom at the same time.” I shrugged and played a frowning face for him.

“Ah, you're a rule follower, huh?” He leaned in so far I could feel his breath in my ear.

I chucked at that one. Looking over, I saw Tye leaning in and whispering something to the younger guy while sliding a hand up his leg toward his crotch.

“I try to follow the rules, but you know how it is…”

He laughed, “Oh, I know. I know of a bathroom down the block if you want to have some real fun.” His hand snaked its way under my shirt and down into the back of my jeans, into my underwear, and tried to get a finger to my hole, but I didn't give him the satisfaction. He grind his obviously hard dick into my hip as he pulled me tight. “Fuck, I'll bet you have a real tight ass,” he growled in my ear.

I couldn't help but laugh, “very tight.”

He groaned in my ear, “You should let me loosen you up.”

I sipped my drink and shook my head. “I'm not bailing on Tye,” I nodded toward my friend, who was definitely unaware of what was happening.

“I'll get permission,” he said. Then he left me, taking the few steps to where Tye was. He ran his hand up Tye’s back in a very sensual way, getting his attention. He leaned in and whispered something to Tye that made him smile. Then he looked over at me and gave me a grin and a thumbs up, quickly turning his attention back to what he was doing.

Marc slid up by me, putting his arm around my waist, and got into my ear, “Seems like your friend wants you to help me out.” He grabbed my hand and put it right on his hard dick. I instinctively squeezed, and he groaned in my ear. I didn’t want to hook up with this guy, but it was kind of hot that he wanted me bad enough to get permission from the guy he still thinks is my boyfriend. “I’ll bet your ass is so tight, I could make you cum from tongue fucking you,” he said, then pushed his tongue into my ear, making me instantly hard. “You want me to eat your ass?”

I nodded, “You want to eat my ass?”

“Oh yeah,” he stuck his tongue back in my ear.

“What’s in it for you?” I asked.

He moaned, grinding against me, “I’ll take what I can get, baby.” His hand gripped my thigh tightly, then slid up to my crotch; feeling my hard cock, knowing I was hard only made him more aggressive. “Mmm…let’s go somewhere more private,” he said.

I looked over at Tye, who was full-on making out with that guy between his legs and grinding against him. He was definitely going to fuck that guy; I might as well get my ass eaten and jerk off. “Ok, make me cum with your tongue,” I whispered to him.

He grabbed my hand, pulling me out the door and a couple of blocks away to a smoke shop that he seemed to be all too familiar with the clerk. He pulled me behind the counter into the back room, holding my hand tightly. He pulled me through a small stock room, grabbing something out of an open box that I didn’t see because the light was off, and then pulled me through another door into a back room that was set up like an office with a small desk and a bunch of haphazardly placed notebooks and a small beat up old couch. He closed the wooden door behind us; it was pretty broken; the top wasn’t cut to fit the door frame, leaving a triangular gap of light coming through from the main shop area and the bottom scraping on the floor as he pulled it closed and locked it with a cheap gate lock.

I was feeling a bit nervous when I realized the clerk didn’t even bat an eye at Marc pulling some strange, considerably younger guy into this back room with him.

Marc leaned in and kissed me, smelling of cigarettes and beer. I just went with it. I just wanted to get off, and he was more than willing to help. As he stuck his tongue down my throat, I unbuttoned my jeans, pushed my underwear down below my balls, and started stroking my hard cock. He did the same; his much bigger dick came into view, and he started stroking himself, his hand bumping into mine, the precum from his tip smearing on my arm as his other hand held the back of my head, and he continued to kiss me.

I stroked my dick and broke the kiss, “Rim me,” I said out of breath.

He looked down at my cock, pulling a bottle of poppers out of his jeans; he handed them to me. Then he dropped to his knees, put his hands on my hips, and spun me so my ass was facing him. He hooked his fingers in the waistband, yanking down my underwear and jeans to my ankles aggressively. “Oh fuck yes,” he growled. Palming my ass cheeks, kneading them, pulling them apart, then spit on my hole, smearing it with his thumb and adding some pressure. “Fuck you’re tight,” he groaned.

I tore the seal of the poppers open with my teeth, gave the bottle a good shake, and popped it open, taking a big heat on each side and letting the rush pour over me as Marc’s tongue started lapping at my outer ring. I let out a soft moan and bent my knees so he had a better angle, but it wasn’t quite right.

“Here,” he dragged me over to the broken old couch, pushing me onto my back, my head landing on a dead pillow that smelled weird. He grabbed the pool of denim at my feet, pulling my legs up and pushing them up by my head with one hand on the wad of clothing, shackling my ankles together. He put a knee on the couch next to my ass and stroked his dick. I took another hit of poppers as he held my legs up and pushed his tongue into my ass.

“Mmm, fuck that feels good,” I purred as the poppers did their thing and his tongue impressively pushed into me. I stopped stroking for a minute, letting the room wobble from the margaritas and poppers as I felt him lick my inner walls. He adjusted his grip on my legs so my ass rolled higher up, and he was able to tongue fuck me while using his free hand to stroke his massive cock.

The tight position I was in made it tough to stroke my cock, but I was hard as hell, so it was easy to grip my cut cock and work myself closer to my second orgasm of the day.

I rocked my ass on his tongue, making sure to get it as deep as possible as I flexed my ass and legs the best I could to bring myself closer still. “Mmm, yeah,” I groaned.

He took his tongue from my hole and started stroking his cock. I felt him tap the head on my wet hole; the weight of his meat resonating into my chute felt really good. I took another hit of the poppers, and he rubbed the head on my hole, teasing it so much I actually wanted him to fuck me. His tongue, the poppers, the margaritas, it all had me relaxed enough that the head popped in easily and we both moaned.

"Do you have a condom?" I asked, letting my hole adjust to his tip.

"Yeah, dude, but I'm clean. Are you?" He asked, gently pushing an inch into me, then popping it back out, then back in.

“Mmmm…I am, but…ungh,” I felt him push another inch into me aggressively. I pushed on his hip to stop him from pushing in. "No, really, let's use a condom."

He groaned, reached over to the desk, pulled open the top drawer with a scratchy metal-on-metal sound, and pulled out some lube and a condom. I watched as he quickly lubed up his dick, put on a condom then added more lube to the condom before smearing the extra on my hole. He pushed my legs back, pushing his head between my shackled ankles, and put all his weight on me. He stroked his dick on my hole, not as hard as it was when he pushed in a few inches bare. He found my hole and tried to push in as he kissed me.

It flopped out before getting into the ring. He broke the kiss; I could see the frustration on his face as I felt him stroking his dick back to full hardness. He put on a fake smile, “Hit the poppers; your ass is too tight to take this dick,” he grinned.

I took a deep hit, as he stroked his dick and fingered my hole. When I opened my half-lidded eyes, he was staring at me, grinning for real now. I took another hit, this time making a show of it, making sure to get the most out of it as he teased my hole with his cock and stroked himself. I let out my breath and tried to relax my hole for his tip to push in. I held the poppers under his nose, and he took a hit. I took another and felt him push in, pushing the breath right out of me.

“Ummm…fuck,” I moaned, feeling the first two inches sink into me.

“Jesus Christ, you’re tight,” he rocked his hips to get a third inch into me. He slowly fucked those three inches in and out of me, waiting for the resistance to loosen up and let him push in deeper.

After a few rounds of poppers and him rocking inches in and out, I finally felt him bottom out. The last few inches were the toughest, and even in my poppered-out brain, it was still a struggle to take as his head popped right into my second ring. I groaned, closed my eyes, and waited for my ass to accommodate his girth. “Fuck you’re dick is huge,” I moaned.

“You like it?” he smiled and kissed me.

I moaned into his mouth, and he rocked his hips, pulling out a few inches and shoving them back in. He fucked those last few inches into my second ring a few times, letting me get used to the feeling before he started really fucking me.

“Take another hit, I’m about to pound this tight ass,” he warned.

I did as I was told, taking a few deep hits as he slowly built up a rhythm. I was in pure bliss as he fucked me. His dick felt so good, pounding my prostate and deeper into my guts; that pang of my inner ring getting punched into with every thrust added to the craziness of this hot experience. I pushed my legs onto his shoulders a little, getting enough separation between my knees and chest that I could grip my throbbing cock and start to stroke myself.

Marc was finding the rhythm between my fisting my cock and his pounding my prostate. I was groaning, trying not to make too much noise because the shop was still open, just like my hole. I wasn’t going to last long, so I took one more hit, wanting to feel that rush as his cock pushed me over the edge.

“Oh fuck, I’m about to cum,” I warned, tightening my hole on his pistoning cock.

“Fuck, so am I,” he picked up the pace.

I felt his dick expanding inside me, and I relaxed my hole the best I could to let him into me even deeper as the rush washed over me, and my balls tightened.

“I’m gonna cum inside you,” he warned.

“Fuck, do it,” I begged, almost nutting myself.

I felt him expanding inside me as he slammed into my ass and grunted. His cock spasmed inside me, and I felt his orgasm become my own. I clenched my ass on his spasming cock and felt my balls churn and explode, dumping cum all over my shirt as my entire body had an orgasm. “Fuck,” I twitched, the intense feeling of his cock still sliding gently inside my beat-up ass hole, silky smooth as he caught his breath, and we just enjoyed that moment of post-orgasmic bliss.

He chuckled, “Fuck man. Let me get you something to clean up with,” and he slowly pulled out of my hole and his head out from between my legs as he let them drop down onto the couch. I noticed he didn’t have a condom on, and his cock was shiny and wet. He pulled a stack of napkins from the desk drawer and handed them to me.

I stood up wobbly and wiped the cum off my shirt as best I could, but the splotches were noticeable and just a badge of pride I’d have to wear home. I grabbed a fresh napkin and wiped the lube off my ass; it was really wet. That’s when I noticed the condom wrapper on the floor, and the condom next to it rolled out, looking barely used with no cum in it. I didn’t say anything; I dressed as quickly as possible and acted like I hadn’t noticed.

We walked back to the Stonewall Inn together. Tye and the guy were gone, so I told Marc I was going to go home and go to sleep.

I got an Uber and went back to my place. The entire ride home, I knew the warm intensity of his orgasm was him blasting off in my guts, past my second ring, and that his load was still in me. That’s what he was doing to get hard; I shook my head at the obviousness.

I took a shower when I got home and texted Tye to see if he was home.

Tye: yeah, just got in, hbu?

Me: Yeah, showered and in bed.

Tye: did you let Marc fuck you? He said he wanted to fuck you lol

Me: Oh, he fucked me. Did you fuck that boy toy?

Tye: Of course lol

Me: Was it good?

Tye: he was kind of a dead fish, but I got my nut lol

Me: Well, that’s all that matters lol

Tye: good night, Chris!

Me: Night!