Drunken Fuck Leads To New Life.

How drunk do you have to be, not to remember sucking cock and being fucked.
That's what happened to me a year ago this week.
Staying over at a friend's flat after drinking all night, I woke up naked in his bed with his hard cock rubbing up against my arsehole.
Sat in his kitchen drinking coffee trying to sober up a little later after showering, Jake sent me a video he'd taken on his phone the night before.
Straight away I saw us both naked on his bed, then we began kissing as we stroked one anothers cocks.
After a little while, I saw myself move around after Jake says something to me, and I begin giving my friend a blow job.
He looks like he's loving it and I look like I've sucked cock for years. But his is my first.
After some time, Jake stops me, has me kneel in front of him, then using some kind of cream, he coats my arsehole with it, before sliding his cock up my bum.
It looks like it's hurting me and I can hear myself moaning, but Jake carries on fucking me, holding my hips to thrust harder and deeper up my arsehole.
It's some minutes before I hear myself saying "Oh fuck yeh", and I see myself backing onto his dick.
He really begins to fuck me then and it's not too much longer before I watch myself cum all over the sheets beneath me.
Jake continues to fuck me, before his back arches and he cums inside my arsehole.
We both flop down, but Jake gets on top of me missionary and we begin kissing.
We're in that position still when after some time he lifts my legs a little and re-enters my arsehole.
Fucking more slowly as we kiss, I watch my reactions and they're definitely one's of someone wanting the sex.
He's just beginning to thrust hard into me again, when the small tripod his phone is attached to falls over and that's the end of the video in terms of vision. However I do hear myself telling my friend of eleven years to "Fuck me".
When I finish watching the video. Jake asks me if I'm ok.
That's when I tell him I didn't remember any of it.
His reply was "Good job we've just fucked again then".
That's why I had a shower. Jake had entered me when I felt his cock rubbing up against my arsehole.
He'd wrapped his powerful arms around me, spooning my body and fucked me.
It was a long slow grinding fuck and I enjoyed every second of it, even though I was confused and a little sore.
When I left, being picked up by a taxi, Jake and I kissed like lovers at his front door.
Asking me if I'd like to call by again, I told my friend I'd love to.
A year on and I now live with Jake. We have sex every single day, and I just love how demanding he is. Occasionally we do have a gay threesome with one of Jake's bosses.
He's in his early forties and married. Yet like Jake he adores fucking a smooth young arsehole.
The days after Jakes boss visits, I'm usually sore, as they love to double fuck me.
Sitting on T's large cock, we fuck for a while, then my boyfriend slides his cock up me as well. Jake sets the rhythm until usually I cum first followed by them filling my arsehole.
But the best part for me, is Jake and I are showering when T goes home. My boyfriend has a fetish for rimming me in the shower and after our threesome, he especially enjoys my fuckhole full of semen.
His tongue helps to soothe my sore arsehole, and it usually stimulates me enough, to make me cum and watery load.