Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Disadvantage ❯ Chapter 1

In my drunken deliriousness, I vaguely wondered how I'd gotten into this position. But as Ondori's tongue slid up my throbbing erection, all my thoughts disappeared. I sank further into the arm chair, taking another gulp of my beer, and looked around. There were people around me, I thought, or perhaps my mind was making it all up. But with another long stroke of Ondori's tongue and a nibble at my ball sac I knew my alcohol drowned brain could never make up this pleasure.

 

Now I was sure there were other people around us. I could hear the Inuzuka boys hooting and hollering. Koinu and Hako leaning on each other for support incase they lost balance from laughing. I was sure I heard Ren say “I didn't expect him to actually do it…” as Yutako cheered Ondori on. Someone groaned. Wait, that was me. The warmth of Ondori's mouth had fully engulfed my cock's head. “Fuuuck…” That was defiantly me. But I wouldn't have been able to tell just by hearing it, my husky drunk voice. I could feel it escape my throat.

 

At this point everyone's voices were merging together. I couldn't tell what came from my own dehydrated throat anymore. I tried to look around with my head spinning. Sora and Ken were near the door, Kumo and Shoken looked uninterested. Good, at least I was the center of attention to everyone in the room.

 

“Cut it out guys, they're going to kill you all when they find out.” I heard Kumo say.

 

“They don't even know what's going on. Look at Ondori go!” Shinko said.

 

Could Ondori hear them too?

 

“That's just disgusting,” Sekkai commented, his voice harder to hear as it drifted out of the room. Was he leaving? My vision blurred as Ondori went down a few more inches. He was perfectly seated on his knees from what I could feel, gripping the base of my cock. I tried to lift my limp head to see him again, everything was getting harder to do, but gravity forced me back down. His eyes were closed, that's all I saw.

 

“He's really focused for a drunk” I heard Sora say. He was the only voice I could really recognize but it was hard to understand with his awkward accent, if you could call it that.

Another moan escaped me I think because I heard the rest of the room cheer in excitement. Didn't they have anything better to do? Maybe this was the only excitement any of them would get.

 

A fire ripped through me as Ondori's deep-throated moan vibrated around my shaft. I was going to be sick but I didn't want him to stop. He was going to hate me. He was going to think I hate him. My beer fell from my hand as my body slowly started to go numb. I heard someone curse - Shoken I think - when my beer spilled onto the carpet. Oh yeah, we were all at his house for a party. My mind was still fuzzy though.

 

“You guys are fucking cleaning that up or I'm dead.” He hissed at the rest of the room. There was a silence, then an agreement, then Ondori went down balls-deep. I bucked into him, wanting to go deeper as my drunken sicknesses threaten to release it's self. I felt Ondori chock on my length which gave me a shiver of delight and pleased the crowd.

 

“Dude, Son looks green.” The voice sounded like it was in an empty hallway.

 

“He's got getting sick on my floor!”

 

“He's gonna come,”

 

The fiery pool in my stomach was unbearable. Ondori's mouth was ecstasy. Time stopped for a moment and I was caught in a world of grey. There was a fantastic feeling of belonging yet an uncontrollable spinning. The voices were gone and all I could feel was Ondori. He was swimming through my body like a virus, leaving pleasure and sickness in his wake. I couldn't breathe. I didn't need too. Ondori was my air. All I needed was to feel. And I could feel everything. Ondori's emotions swarmed my head, made my world spin faster. I wanted to live in this world forever.

 

There was a blinding white light as my stomach clenched and heaved, and then… nothing.