Sex or Suicide - Sex Stories

Sex or Suicide

... disappointed, or just let myself go and allow whatever happened to happen tonight. "Alright," I said finally. "Fuck it. Cory bring me that bottle." The look on Cory's face was one of shock and elation. He didn't move at all for several seconds. "Sweet!" Nicole cheered. She gave me a quick kiss on my cheek. Even such a small gesture made me blush. "Cory!" Nicole laughed, breaking his trance. "Get your fine ass over here and cash in!" Cory blinked and tried to hide his excitement. He stood up, his smooth cock standing erect. He nervously walked over to me and I slid my chair away from the table and to the side, trying not to look at his stiff dick. Cory slowly took a knee before me. "Dude," I interjected, "The suicide?" "Oh... right," Cory blushed. "Sorry." He reached over and grabbed the large bottle of alcohol and offered it to me. My hand trembled as I took it. "I have to watch this," Nicole said excitedly. She sat on the table facing us and leaned back, propping herself up on her hands. Her black bra barely hid the nipples of her petite round breasts. My eyes wandered up and down her slender body, tracing the curves at her narrow waist above her wide hips. My body almost quivered as I studied her smooth flat stomach and the flashy belly button piercing that adorned it. My gaze fell to her pink panties, where I could practically see the outline of her pussy through the thin cotton fabric. They looked as though they had been painted on. Those panties were in arm's reach of ...

... me, and were on full display because of the way she leaned back on her hands. "You uh... ready?" I heard Cory ask. I glanced down at my naked friend between my spread legs. He looked up at me with calm anticipation, though I could tell by his breathing that he was as nervous as I was. He licked his lips, which made me even more skittish. His eyes were glazed and slightly bl**dshot, and I knew that he was good and tipsy. Something inside of me thought that he looked better without his glasses, which had sat on the table ever since he'd taken them off. His big brown eyes were actually a really bright and lovely shade. I shook my head. Taking a deep breath, I brought the suicide bottle to my lips and drank. I took about three swallows and thought that I might hurl. Again I felt the blast of dizziness in my head and the molten hot burn in my stomach. I didn't care. I needed to be numb, as Cory had said earlier. I took another drink, and before I could say or do anything, Cory was pulling down the waistband of my boxers and exposing my flaccid dick. His eyes flashed when he saw my cock, and his lip trembled when he reached for it. I twitched when I felt him touch me, his fingers closing gently around the base of my limp shaft. With his other hand, he cupped my balls and pulled them gingerly up and over the waistband so that my entire sex was exposed. Cory was holding my dick. It was completely unbelievable to me, and again I felt as though I was doing something wrong or dirty. He ...