Your best friend's step-dad's drinking buddy always gets a little too 'White Boy Wasted' whenever you guys are hanging out around the house. His phat ass wobblers somehow always end up spilling out and STAY OUT till he's passed out on the living-room couch!
They had only been gone a couple of hours. When they stepped into the dark apartment the sight in the living room stopped them both.
Carlos, the slender white foreign-exchange roommate they had known for three weeks, lay face-down across the rug in a glistening pool of his own cum. Thick ropes still clung to the insides of his trembling thighs. More of it dripped in slow, obscene strings from the wrecked, puffy hole between his fat, heart-shaped cheeks. His white briefs were shredded and tangled around one ankle, leaving that ridiculous phat ass completely bare. The cheeks were spread wide, as if someone had pried them open and used him without mercy.
Jake exhaled hard. “Fuck…”
Mike didn’t answer. His eyes were already locked on the way those plush globes rose and fell with every shallow breath Carlos took. The deep crease between them was shiny and twitching. A fresh bead of cum welled at the entrance and slid down toward Carlos’s half-hard cock pressed against the rug.
They moved closer at the same time.
Jake dropped to one knee. His hand hovered, then settled on the left cheek. The flesh was warm and soft, yielding immediately under his palm. He squeezed once, experimentally. The cheek spilled between his fingers and jiggled when he let go. Carlos whimpered in his sleep, hips shifting. Another string of cum leaked out of him.
Mike had his phone out. The red recording dot appeared. “Just in case,” he said quietly. “If he wakes up and doesn’t remember. Documentation.”
Jake’s thumb brushed across the sloppy hole. Carlos’s body jerked, but not away. His back arched a fraction. The hole clenched visibly around nothing and pushed out more cum.
“Look at that,” Jake muttered. “He’s still responding.”
Mike zoomed in. “His rim is all puffy. Won’t close. And he’s leaking like he took a fucking hose."
Coach went to check why Jeremy wasn’t out by the pool yet. When he went into the locker room he found that he couldn’t fit into the new regulation speedo without a little bit of help. Well coach was always willing to help his best swimmer!
You: "listen, do not bother my husband. He is working from home and you are staying at my house for free but I want you not to bother him when he is working"
Two hours later:
Your best friend: "seems like your husband doesn't mind me bothering him"