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You lay on the lumpy mattress of the motel room, the smell of stale cigarettes and cheap air freshener wafting through the air. Your eyes feel refuse to shut despite the sleep you've been trying to fall into for hours now. Above the hum of the AC, you can hear the muffled sounds of traffic passing by on the highway. God, you wish everything would just shut up for a minute. The room's walls are painted an old-bathroom-tile yellow, though you guess it was once white, peeling in places, and the carpeted floor is sticky with a mystery you don't dare to ponder.
"Mhhng-" you moan, rolling onto your side for the millionth time, staring over at Fyodor, who's to engrossed in his phone to even notice you're still awake. Your eyes trail over him, his deep black hair, those tired eyes that make him look like a dead man, his slim figure that makes everything look a little baggy on him. Fuck, you love it all. He sits there shirtless, unaware of how you admire his bare torso.
Your eyes wander down a little further, to his stomach, and his hips, and then between his legs. You blush and bury your face in a pillow, trying to keep your thoughts from going there. You should not be looking at your friend that way, but what may lie under those thin, grey sweatpants entices you. You barely have to imagine it with how the fabric clings to his slender body.
Good lord, what is wrong with me?
You ask yourself as your eyes drift back over to the slight bulge in his pants, feeling the heat pool in your stomach, and your face flush a little as you do.
He wouldn't notice if I just... moved a little closer, would he?
You think as you scoot over on the bed, cuddling up against Fyodor's side, your head against his thigh. You feel your heart start to race a little. You're so close to him - so incredibly close to having your lips wrapped around his dick. One of your hands rests on high up on his inner thigh, feeling the warmth of his skin through his pants and-
"What are you doing?" Fyodor asks, looking down at you with a scowl on his face, annoyed at you interrupting whatever he was doing on his phone.
"A-ah- s-sorry- I-" You start, but your face flushes when you accidentally look at his crotch again.
"You've been staring at my dick for like, five whole minutes-" Fyodor remarks, an amused smile creeping onto his lips as he puts his phone down.
"O-oh- fuck- its just- I-" You try to speak, but you can't find the words to try and explain yourself, "Y-you- I-"
Your hand slips up, gently brushing against the bulge in Fyodor's sweatpants.
"F-fuck- p-please-"
Fyodor doesn't even need to listen to what you're saying. He knows what you want. He tugs down his sweatpants, revealing his cock to you. Your breath catches in your throat when you see it. He's not even hard, and he's still so fucking big. He grabs his own member by the base, holding it up and gently stroking it.
"O-oh- G-god- I-" You shift closer, your face inches away from Fyodor's length, looking up at him pleading. You tentatively reach to touch it, feeling up his thick head and long shaft.
"Sh-shit- please- please let me have it-" You manage to get out, panting, your watering mouth open, ready for him to fuck your face off.
"You want it that bad?" Fyodor laughs, tugging you closer by the hair and pushing his tip against your face, smearing it with his pre-cum. You nod eagerly, nuzzling your face against his dick.
"I want it so bad-" You beg, your horniness clouding any embarrassment of shame you may have pleading for someone's cock in your mouth. You wrap your fingers around the base of his thick length, bringing it closer to your mouth and cleaning the salty pre-cum off with your tongue. "Please- please let me suck you off-"
Fyodor smirks at your thirst for him. "If you can prove you deserve it, then sure."
Your breathing speeds up a little, your eyes widening at his remark. "Please- tell me what I need to do- I'll be good, I promise-"
"Make me cum first, then I'll let you suck it."
You quickly oblige, thinking of the first thing that comes to mind. You tug down your own pants, revealing your own erection, though its nowhere near the size of Fyodor's. You sit on his lap, rubbing the shaft of your dick against his as you jerk him off. Your hips rock slightly, impatiently trying to get closer as Fyodor's member slides against your own.
Fyodor bites his lip a little, loving the sight of you desperately rubbing your smaller length against his own, trying to get him off. God, you just look so cute to him. With a sudden squeeze of your hand around his cock he cums, spilling his release on both himself, and you.
"Alright, you can suck now-" Fyodor says, a pleasured but smug smile on his face.
Your eyes light up, and you instantly go down on him, wrapping your lips around his girthy length, though it’s a struggle.
"M-mmhng-" You let out a muffled moan around his dick, loving the feeling of him in you, and the saltiness of his cum on your tongue. You take him a little deeper, your cheeks swallowing as you swirl your tongue around the head of his monstrous cock, one of your hands pumping the base of it, which you can’t quite seem to fit in your mouth, and the other toying with your own length.
Fyodor pulls you closer, shoving more of his length into your mouth, making you gag a little. He pulls out a little and then pushes it in even deeper. Your throat tries to push out the intrusion to no luck as he thrusts his cock in and out of you while you try to keep sucking on him.
You gasp and whine, your eyes watering as Fyodor fucks your face. You look up at him, almost begging him to stop with your now crying eyes as you try your best to deepthroat him. Tears slip out of your eyes and roll down your cheeks, your nose scrunching up a little as your throat convulses, struggling to take his whole length. You let out muffled whimpers of pain; though you take pleasure in sucking on his dick, this hurts too much for you to really enjoy.
You whine as you feel him cum in your throat, the warm liquid dripping down the back of it. Your eyes roll back in your head as you swallow down every last drop and pull away, your cheeks flushed with exertion and arousal.
"Good boy," Fyodor praises, ruffling your hair, before forcefully pinning you face down on the bed with your ass up in the air. You gasp, your eyes a mix of shock and slight fear.
"Lemme give you a little treat." He says, positioning himself behind you, right up against your asshole.
"W-wait- Fyodor- please- I've never done this before-" You plead, your voice high-pitched and shaky, your body quivering with anticipation.
"C'mon you fag, you can take it-" Fyodor responds, nudging the head of his cock against your hole. You start to weakly protest, your body tense, and your face flushed as you feel Fyodor's hand on your ass.
"N-no, Fyodor- it- it'll hurt- please at least-" You begin, but Fyodor interrupts.
"God, stop being such a pussy- you'll be fine-" he says, harshly slapping your ass and making you yelp.
"Fyodor-"
But you're too late. He thrusts into you hard, without bothering to lube you up or anything.
"A-ah!-" You cry out as you feel Fyodor's fat dick slam into your ass. "Fyodor- Fyodor, that hurts-" You whimper out, your eyes tearing up again from the pain, your nails digging into the bedsheets as your body tries to adjust to the sudden intrusion to no avail.
"Shut up, you can take it." Fyodor responds, continuing to fuck you. Your body jerks with every rough motion into you, your breath coming out in gasps and pained moans escaping your mouth.
"P-please- Please, Fyodor- it's too much-" You cry out through tears and whimpers, your voice cracking as you speak and your body trembling.
You lie there and take it as Fyodor's hips slam into yours, the sound of skin on skin and your pained moans echoing throughout the shitty motel room. Finally, after what feels like hours of torturous pain, he cums, pumping the warm liquid into you thoroughly before pulling out and collapsing beside you on the bed.
"F-fuck-" You whimper, your whole lower back aching and your legs trembling as you relax a little, thankful it's over, though the lack of cock up your abused ass makes it hurt even more.
Fyodor rolls over and ignores you, falling asleep quickly, leaving you alone with nothing but a serious pain in the ass and a lot of unprocessed emotions to think about for the rest of the night.