"Actually, stud, I just want to go home with you."

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The guy with the goatee grins. "Fuck yeah," he says. The other guys groan or curse, but the guy with the goatee just grins at them.

"Try to take your time getting back," he says to them, and they grunt at him.

You go with him, aware that your jeans are more than a little tight now. You can't believe you're doing this, but there's no denying it's getting you hard just to think about it. Your head spins a little as you stand - those pills are fucking awesome, you think - and when the guy with the goatee takes you by the back of the neck and starts walking you to the stairs, you don't object.

As you pass the bouncer at the front door, he meets your gaze and shakes his head a little, but the guy with the goatee walks you out the front door to the parking lot, where he unlocks his car, and you get in.

In the car ride the guy reaches over a few times and squeezes your dick through your jeans, which makes you groan a little and laugh. When he pulls into a hotel parking lot, he grins at you.

"Home sweet home. At least this week," he says, and gets out.

Their hotel room is the furthest from the office in a sleazy motel strip layout.

When you get inside, you have just enough time to notice the two large beds before the goateed guy pushes you onto one of them. You roll onto your back. He wastes no time, tugging off his shirt - he's got a hairy chest and arms - and undoing his jeans, revealing very hairy balls, and one of the longest cocks you've ever seen, that's stiffening as much as yours. He tugs at your shoes, then yanks off your jeans and underwear. Your cock springs up, finally released, and you sit up to take your shift off. You stare at his long dick, and he smiles.

"Big enough?" he asks.

You nod, blushing.

"Yeah," he says, gripping his long dick with one hand - half of its length still reaching past his fingers. "I don't get many complaints."

He climbs on top of you, grinding your dicks together and rubbing his hairy chest against your skin, and reaches past you to the nightstand, where a backpack sits unzipped. He reaches into it, and tugs out a bottle of lube, then slides off you, kneeling between your legs. He lifts your left leg, and you grab it with your hand at your knee, and then he lifts your right leg, and you do the same. He looks down just long enough to squirt the lube between your ass cheeks, and then on his cock, and then returns his gaze to your eyes. He has dark eyes, and doesn't seem to blink much. He rolls forward onto you, rubbing his dick against your hole, and reaches past you again, pulling something out of the backpack and popping it into his mouth. He leans down, kissing you hard, and you feel his tongue push something into your mouth. He kisses you roughly, and you swallow it, just like before.

"What are those?" you ask, feeling the buzz already from the first round.

"Party favors," he says, grinning, and then reaches down and lines his long dick up at your ass, then shoves inside you. It buries so far deep that you let out a long breathy gasp, stunned at how deep he is inside you. You feel him in ways you've never felt a cock before, and your eyes roll back.

"Holy fuck!" you gasp. He chuckles, then slowly pulls his whole length nearly all the way out, then shoves back in again.

He fucks you on your back, his gaze never leaving your eyes, and whatever it was you swallowed starts to take effect after a few minutes of having him inside you. The sensation is amazing, and your dick gets rock hard between the two of you. His pace is constant, and he soon breaks out into a sweat, which drips between your bodies with his thrusts. Your head reels, but the sensation of his incredibly long dick slamming into your hole is electric, and you're grunting and moaning and begging him for it after a short while.

"Gonna cum," he grunts, and you feel his load well up inside you. The sensation is incredible, and you feel your cock spasm, and your ropes of spunk spread between your bellies. He falls onto you, his hairy sweaty body slick against your cummy stomach, and even that sensation is fantastic.

"Wow," you breathe.

He checks his watch, and smiles at you. He reaches past your head again, pulling out another pill.

"Guys'll be here soon," he says. "You want to stick around and have more fun?"


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