The clock struck midnight long ago, and the city was still alive with the sounds of celebration. But inside Stepa’s small apartment, the atmosphere was much more subdued. Stepa and his best friend Zachar stumbled through the front door, both of them drunk off their asses.
Stepa, exhausted, headed straight for his bedroom. “I’m gonna crash, man. You can have the couch,” he mumbled, already half-asleep.
Zachar, still wired from the night’s festivities, decided to have a little fun. He approached Stepa’s bed, his gigantic, hairy member already erect. “Might as well make the most of the night, eh?” he said to himself, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
Stepa stirred in his sleep, mumbling incoherently. Zachar took this as an invitation and forcefully pushed his member into Stepa’s mouth.
Stepa woke up with a jolt, choking and sputtering. He tried to push Zachar away, but Zachar was too strong. “What the fuck, man?” Stepa managed to say through clenched teeth.
Zachar just grinned, his eyes wild with lust. “You love it, you know you do,” he said, continuing to thrust his hips.
Stepa’s hands were pinned down by Zachar’s weight. He glared up at Zachar, his eyes watering. “You absolute beast,” he said, trying to push him off again.
Zachar didn’t relent. He grabbed a handful of Stepa’s hair, forcing him to take it deeper. Stepa’s gag reflex kicked in, but Zachar didn’t seem to care.
Stepa’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions. He was humiliated, violated, but also turned on. He had never been with a man before, but Zachar’s forceful actions were awakening something in him.
Zachar noticed the hint of arousal in Stepa’s eyes and smirked. “See, I knew you’d like it,” he said, increasing his pace.
Stepa’s throat relaxed, accepting Zachar’s size. Zachar groaned, knowing he was about to cum. Stepa’s eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen. He tried to pull away, but Zachar held him in place.
Zachar released a loud moan as he ejaculated, filling Stepa’s mouth and throat. Stepa could feel it sliding down into his stomach.
Zachar pulled out, panting and satisfied. Stepa collapsed onto the bed, his mind reeling. He wasn’t sure what to think or feel. All he knew was that something had changed between them, forever.
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