New Years Strange [F/M] | 2016

Being sick and pent up at my mom’s made me hornier than ever. Keeping me indoors for more than a day is basically house arrest. It’s fucked up and it’s wrong.

I’m like an animal that self mutilates when housed improperly or not socialized. I do weird things to my body as I find weird ways to masturbate. It isn’t right.

Despite being low on energy, I mustered up some for New Years Eve.

I was determined to do it right. You know that superstition that whatever you are doing on New Years is going to be much of what you do for the rest of the year?

I’m not one for false positives, but just in case, I wasn’t gonna fuck this one up. It was going to be classy.

Really what ended up happening was I found myself at my “desperate dive”. It’s not like the cool dives I frequent. It’s the place that hosts our town’s seediest underbelly. The crowd varies from the local alcoholic’s hang, to metal concerts. Often the crowd makes the place look like it’s some kink convention (or munch, I guess). Admittedly, I come here often. It’s a rowdy and immoral sort of place.

I was hiding out here from all of the hullabaloo on the main drag. At midnight, I found myself arguing with the surly bartender about some dick thing I did last time. Eventually we dropped it and hugged it out, because it’s 2014.

5 minutes later, I was getting texts from my crazy aunt. Apparently, her hillbilly neighbors ran off with her junker car, again. Typical backwoods drama.

When my ex-fling-fitness trainer showed up with his new girlfriend, I knew that it was time to restart my 2014. I wound the clock back to take back the shitty 27 minutes I spent there.

It greatly improved.

2 hours later, I was in the alley getting head from this cutie pie from the next town over. I hooked my fingers in the chain link fence as my legs were spread open. He kneeled between my legs and gripped my ass, pulling my groin to his face as he worked his tongue.

A few folks walked by, but I didn’t give a fuck. Pretty soon, he suggested we find a better hiding spot just to avoid getting arrested.

There was a small nook behind an AC unit between a hotel and Indian food restaurant. He turned me around and hiked up my skirt, tugging down my leggings. After slipping on the condom, he took me from behind as I bent over and braced against the wall.

I needed more of a lot of things. I needed sleep, sobriety, and a place where we could fuck all night. Mostly, however, I needed more of his cock.

Earlier, I had budgeted for a possible motel room, so that’s where I took him.

The lady at the night registration desk seemed annoyed behind the safety glass. I’m sure we weren’t the first drunk pair lusting for a room and some strange. I hunched over the paperwork.

“And what’s your guest’s name?”

“Uh . . . Marcus.” I said, unconfidently.

“I need his ID.”

I got him to stop giggling and pushing buttons on the soda machine, and had him hand it over. Without looking up from her paperwork, she mumbled to me arrogantly, “His name is Chris, by the way.”

Much later in the night, I woke up, belly down, head turned to face a strange nightstand, a strange wall, in a strange room. As I took in a deep breath, a pair of hands gripped my hips firmly and rolled me onto my side. These strange hands slid me close to a body, pulling my ass hard onto a groin. I didn’t look behind me, but the memory returned as a familiar body penetrated me, thrusting deep inside me hard and fast. It was much better than in the alley.

He rolled me onto my back and directed my legs open. Soon, he was grinding slow and deep, before picking up speed. I suddenly felt a bit shy. I was still enjoying myself, but I was avoiding his eyes.

This was absolutely unacceptable. He cupped his hands behind my head, raking through my hair, gripping my scalp with his fingers. When I would look away, he would take my hair in his fist and turn my head back to face his. He held my head in place and tipped his forehead close to mine, forcing eye contact as he penetrated deeper.

When I began to really moan in his ear, he began to climax. Still holding my face to his with one hand, he used the other to guide his cock out and over my thighs. I helped by leading it with my hand, grazing the tip against the soft skin of my belly. He came just outside of me and collapsed with his left side pinning me down and wrapped around me, refusing to let me leave. We fell asleep in the wetness between our warm bodies.

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