We Love It When You're Intoxicated

She could hear a door open and close. She snuck across the hallway to check on her own boyfriend. She found Terrence lying on the sofa, his eyes already closed. She could hear him taking slow deep breaths through his nostrils. He still left his brown shorts unzipped.

Brenda followed her from behind. She whispered, "Can you believe what just happened a few minutes ago?"

Emily demonstrated her surprise by leaving her mouth hanging open. "They didn't even protest...they just let it happen."

Brenda slid her fingers down her long hair. "You know, uh...this may sound crazy."

"What is it?"

"I wish it didn't stop right there."

Emily raised her eyebrows. "Really?"

"Yeah, I wanted them to continue. It just felt so good to see them growing closer to each other. Do you know what I mean?"

Emily just had to chuckle. "I've got a confession to make. I didn't want them to stop, either. We're being so crazy right now. But I can't deny it. I want to see it again."

"I want to see them fuck each other."

"Me, too."

* * *

Emily and Brenda didn't say anything about what happened that night. Terrence and Andrew had kept silent about their radical interaction. To the best of her knowledge, Emily could see that the two men remained oblivious to their close encounter. All Terrence could remember was sleeping on the sofa and finding his shorts unzipped. Emily had to assure him that she was in the mood for some naughty dealings last night. She apologized that she did it while he slept. On the other hand, Andrew woke up to find some small sticky residue clinging onto his bottom lip. When he asked why his mouth smelled a little funny, Brenda didn't rely on her sincerity and told him that he could have drunk some expired milk before he went to sleep. She seemed convincing enough as he rinsed out his mouth with water after that.

Terrence and Andrew's apparent ignorance confirmed their personal connection as a secret that only their girlfriends had become aware of. And this gave Emily an idea. A couple of weeks later, she gave Brenda a call and notified her of their weekend get-together. She laid out her plans before the two of them agreed on their next objective.

The quartet reunited on a warm lazy Friday back at Emily's apartment. Terrence returned with a white t-shirt and black denim jeans, while Andrew showed off his black t-shirt and blue-colored shorts.

Terrence started to wonder why the two young women didn't want to visit the sports bar for tonight's hockey game.

Emily could only reply, "We can watch the game at home for a change."

She could sense suspicion arising from Terrence's mind when she served him and Andrew their glasses of margarita freshly made in the kitchen. She even provided the slices of lime.

Terrence asked, "Why don't you try some of this stuff yourself? You don't have to be a designated driver. This is YOUR place. You can drink as much as you want."

Emily shook her head. "I'll be fine. Go ahead. Drink your margarita. I assure you that you and Andrew will have a good time."

Terrence didn't say anything else after that. He and Emily joined the other two in the living room. They took their seats on the sofa and watched as the Anaheim Ducks and the Pittsburgh Penguins battled it out on the ice rink.

Andrew raised his glass. "May the best team win."

Terrence took his first sip as he wrapped his arm around Emily's shoulder and brought her closer. "Here's to some fun times for tonight."

Emily smiled as she watched the hockey game on television with the rest of the foursome. Terrence and Andrew sat right next to each other, giving the other two an equal opportunity into observing another round of an intimate union between their male counterparts.

* * *

It wasn't until the end of the first half when Terrence and Andrew filled their empty glasses with even more margarita. Emily could see the aftereffects kick in at the most appropriate time. Terrence began to grow rowdy as he yelled certain obscenities at either the referees or the two rival players using their fists to get their points across. Andrew chuckled at random times as he fiddled with his blond hair. Just a few more drinks, and these two men would lose their ability to push away excessive alcohol from their bodies. Emily and Brenda waited until they would be too inebriated to save themselves from mind control.

Before the second half could even begin, Terrence finished his next glass of green margarita in one gulp. He placed the empty glass on the coffee table and took a deep breath.

He unbuttoned his polo shirt and said, "It's getting real hot in here."

Emily chuckled. "I like it when it's hot."

Brenda nodded. "Me, too. I prefer this over winter."

Andrew slowly shifted in his seat. Brenda gave him a sidelong glance and watched as he rubbed his own thighs with his slow and steady fingers.

"I'm feeling kinda strange right now."

Brenda laid her hand on his shoulder. "It's okay. It's just the margarita, and nothing else."

Terrence didn't seem to pay attention to the game anymore. He looked down at the spot right between his legs. "Emily, Brenda, I need your honest opinion."

Emily asked, "What is it?"

Terrence stood up straight. "Which dick is bigger? Mine or Andrew's?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I have this funny feeling that he wants to make me jealous."

"I don't think he's that big. I'd say that yours is bigger."

Andrew slowly rubbed his neck. "How can you tell?"

Brenda gave him a curious glance. "I think yours is bigger."

"Thank you, sweetheart. It's much appreciated."

Terrence laughed. "That is bullshit, and you know it. I'm the real victor here."

Emily raised a finger. "I tend to agree."

Brenda feigned her surprise. "Is that so?"

"That's right. I think it's time for Terrence to demonstrate."

Terrence leaned over to give his girlfriend a kiss.

Emily, however, pushed him away. "I'm a little sick tonight. I think it's best that you find a substitute."

"Like who?"

Brenda pointed her finger at Andrew. "I'm sure he's willing to be your test subject."

Andrew started to take deeper breaths. "Whatever you say, honey."

Terrence narrowed his eyes in a fiendish sort of way. "I'll show you that I'm the true champion here."

Andrew raised an eyebrow. "I don't think you can handle me that way."

Terrence laid a hand on the blond man's thigh. "Don't be afraid. This is just a test."

Andrew touched his friend's face with his fingers. The touch seemed more affectionate than usual, which made Emily want to see everything that might transpire on this particular evening.

Andrew proclaimed, "Take me. I'm yours."

Emily whispered in her boyfriend's ear, "Go ahead. You know you want him."

Terrence chuckled. "Of course, I do."

Andrew slowly leaned over. "Come here, you hunk."

The two men shared a kiss, their first for the night. This reminded Emily of their similar encounter two weeks ago. She remembered the tingles when making a perfectly timed observation, and she yearned to have that feeling once more.

She and Brenda watched the two men embracing as their kisses became more affectionate. They were slow but sensuous. Emily couldn't help but smile. She glanced at the other young woman, who gave her a slight nod. They knew what they had to do.

Terrence and Andrew delved deeper into their changed relationship as they used their tongues to intensify their visible urges thanks to their consumption of Emily's margaritas.

Andrew sounded more playful when he said, "You're so handsome."

Terrence asked, "Are you talking to me or my dick?"

"Let's say that it's a little bit of both."

Emily stood up from the sofa. "You two should follow me to the bedroom. You'll need some action in the right type of room. Come on."

After turning off the TV, the two women grabbed their boyfriends' arms and pulled them out of the living room and into the master bedroom. Emily closed the door and turned on the lights. Her king-sized bed would be the perfect place to see Terrence and Andrew take each other.

She whispered to Andrew, "You do want to take his dick, don't you?"

Andrew couldn't stop staring at Terrence with eager eyes. "I've always admired him."

Emily took a few steps back. "Show us that you mean it."

She and Brenda leaned against the wall and waited for the two men to begin their procession.

Andrew gave Terrence another kiss. "Listen to your girlfriend. Show me that I mean it."

Terrence grabbed him by the shoulders. "You need to give me some encouragement. Turn around."

The two men still had their clothes on, but Emily remembered what Terrence meant. This was a way to provide a little more inspiration for their five senses. Now, Andrew would be the one who experienced an authentic imitation of their past performances.

As soon as the blond man turned around, Terrence grabbed him by the waist and pulled him closer to his concealed weapon. He pushed the bulge between his legs against Andrew's hidden hole.

He whispered in his friend's ear, "You can feel it, don't you? Yeah, you like that, don't you?"

Terrence continued to thrust the large bump against Andrew while he held him in his arms.

Andrew seemed a little more impressed than last time, even if he didn't remember any of it. "You're starting to convince me. I can feel it."

Terrence started to show off a devious little grin. "Keep feeling it. I want you to know that I will win this contest."

Andrew acted like Brenda whenever they intrigued each other with their own weekly liaisons. He moaned like a man ready to be exploited in someone else's hands.

"Show me that you will win."

Terrence didn't stop thrusting. "Can you feel it? Can you see why you're the loser?"

Andrew closed his eyes. "You're almost there."

Their firm embrace became a captivating sight for Emily and Brenda. They hoped for a repeat of their previous drunken union. Emily eyed the two men up and down as they bonded closer with Terrence's forward movements. Dry humping seemed to have been something that they should have done more often, at least in Emily's mind.

Terrence unzipped Andrew's blue shorts. "I'm going to make a comparison."

He reached into Andrew's shorts and pulled out his cock, which had already grown to its largest size.

Terrence chuckled as he moved his fingers up and down his friend's cock. "I'm really making you horny, aren't I?"

Andrew moaned. "Yes, you are. I like the way you touch it."

"Do you like the way I push it against you?"

Andrew understood what he meant, even with the margarita still merging into his system. "Yes, I do."

"That's good. It'll be even better when I fuck you for real."

Emily smiled. "Go ahead, guys. We won't bother you."

"Should we be worried about you?"

Emily laughed. "Oh, don't worry. We won't distract you at all."

Brenda added, "Go on. It's a free recital. Show us what you've got."

"Yeah, we want to enjoy it as much as you."

Terrence smiled as he gave Andrew a kiss from behind. Andrew accepted it as their initiation toward their second round of sensual tendencies. He pushed Terrence's hand away from his cock and turned around. Their next long kiss appeared kinder and more gracious. Just watching the two men embrace each other without restraint made Emily want to join in. But she knew that she would just interfere with both her own objectives and the men's. She couldn't handle the wait. She whispered in Brenda's ear that they should provide a little assistance.

Brenda nodded as they stepped forward and stopped Terrence and Andrew's kiss. The men noticed that their girlfriends took their clothes off for them. Emily and Brenda took off the men's jeans and shorts before doing away with their t-shirts as well. The men were now naked together. Emily got down on her knees and observed their two cocks, fully erect and ready to be played with.

"Don't mind us. We're here to help you."

She grabbed both cocks and brought them closer to each other. Terrence and Andrew looked down to see her rub the two tips together.

Andrew almost gasped. "You're too kind."

Terrence asked, "Which is bigger, Emily?"

The young woman replied, "Yours, of course. Show him what you've got."

Terrence chuckled. "With pleasure."

He gave Andrew a long fervent kiss and the latter welcomed it with open arms. They embraced while Emily continued to rub their penises against each other. She gained a faster tempo with her hands to help give the two men the right amount of stimulation that they rightfully deserved. She looked up to see Terrence and Andrew still stuck in their passionate embrace. She stopped moving her hands and stepped away. She and Brenda awaited their next step.

Terrence grabbed Andrew by the shoulder. "I'm going to stick it inside you and you're going to enjoy it."

Emily and Brenda stayed close together as Terrence turned the blond man around and grabbed his waist to help mobilize his self-assurance into a more cohesive physical narrative. The slow insertion was followed by Andrew's loud moan. He squeezed his eyes shut and almost screamed.

Terrence pushed it hard inside him. "Don't struggle. It'll only make it worse."

He hugged Andrew while proceeding with his powerful thrusts. Andrew started to wail in short bursts. Meanwhile, Emily opened her nightstand and pulled out her handheld digital camcorder. She turned it on and started to film everything that would take place in her own bedroom.

Terrence kept his male companion in his tight embrace. "I don't care if you can't handle it. Just take it and accept it."

Andrew looked as if he was experiencing both pain and pleasure. On one side, he gritted his teeth and kept his eyes shut tight. On the other side, he cried out, "Don't stop! I want to believe that you're the winner!"

Brenda joined Emily to see if she captured everything on camera.

She whispered, "This is good. This is something that I don't want to forget."

Even with the camcorder still on, Emily and Brenda observed the real thing. From behind, Terrence continued to attack Andrew's hole with his most favorite body part. Andrew grabbed hold of Terrence's arms and carried on with the ride of his life. Terrence gained more speed as his thrusts became more powerful. Andrew felt so enthralled by the incursion from within his tight walls that he couldn't maintain the tension inside him. He grabbed his own cock and slid his finger up and down in a swift fashion. Now, his body experienced two forms of opulent procedures: being used by another man and using himself to relieve the potency bestowed upon him.

Terrence's breathing grew more rapid. He mustered up his newfound adrenaline and offered his friend a physical demonstration. He may have succeeded in convincing Andrew that he held just a little more value with what he had between his legs, but he didn't bring it all to an end.

He yelled, "How does it feel being fucked by me?"

Andrew almost had a little trouble giving a reply since he could barely maintain the incoming firepower commenced by his predator. "It...It feels good! Oh! Shit, this is good!"

Emily could see a drop of sweat forming on Terrence's forehead and sliding down his cheek. Thanks to a warm evening in the middle of summer, high temperatures helped fuel their contest disguised as complete infatuation toward male supremacy. Andrew gave the other man a kiss despite being made to withstand heavy machinery, which could potentially drain him of his natural resilience.

Brenda cheered them on. "Go, Terrence, go! Treat him like a whore!"

Emily did the same. "Fuck his ass real hard!"

This continued on for a few more minutes until Terrence couldn't hold in his natural juices anymore. He held Andrew tight in his arms as his cock released his warm semen. It started to flood the lower part of Andrew's body. He let out a deep sigh.

Terrence finally pulled out. Andrew stood still just as the thick juice spilled out of his hole and landed on the carpet. Emily made sure that she got this all on camera.

Terrence gazed at the small puddle of cum growing on the floor. "That's what I call good work."

Andrew didn't stop panting. "You've convinced me long enough."

"So will you say that I'm a winner?"

"Yes, I will. And let me just say that I can't get enough of your victory."

"I know what you mean."

Terrence hugged him. They kissed each other while Emily continued to use her video camera for empirical evidence.

Brenda asked, "What are you going to do next?"

Terrence and Andrew didn't say anything. In just a few seconds, Andrew lay on Emily's bed before the other man joined him. Terrence lay on top of him as they hugged and kissed. Emily just had to smile. She had never expected to see their normal friendship soar into brand new territory in terms of attraction. Now knowing what happened whenever alcohol was involved, she didn't want it to end. She and Brenda observed the men rolling around on her bed while locked in their friendly embrace. She didn't even mind the trails of semen coming off of Andrew's skin and sticking onto the sheets. It felt like watching a love scene in her favorite romantic movie, only now she had the opportunity to examine the basic formula in real life.

Terrence pushed the blanket aside and kissed Andrew on the neck. "I feel like a king."

Andrew smiled. "I know. I feel so proud of you."

He rolled Terrence over and took a seat right on his lap. "This is a good way to treat you like a king."

All Terrence had to do was lay on his back while Andrew did the work for him. He grabbed Terrence's cock, still erect after the first round of ardent labor, and placed himself down on it. He shoved the cock inside his moist little hole. The pain and pleasure returned. Emily could see it on his face. He squeezed his eyes shut and almost gasped. Sitting on Terrence's hips, Andrew slowly pushed his entire body up and down. The twosome managed to bring back their steamy passion right when Andrew mounted himself on top of Terrence's body. This time, the blond man moved his own hips up and down. His cadence started slow and steady until it gradually gained a more impetuous speed. The storm that raged on in the bedroom would soon return.

Andrew now bounced up and down to stimulate the shaft that had been lodged inside him. His fierce stare made Terrence fully aware of his determination.

"How does this feel to you?"

Terrence grabbed hold of Andrew's thighs. "Thanks for reminding me of what you're capable of."

Emily and Brenda crouched down in a corner while Andrew took it upon himself to revive the force between him and his conqueror. This wouldn't be the time to start acting naïve. His continuous bouncing made his blond hair swing back and forth on his head. Such a simple sight made Terrence take control of the situation once more.

He sat up straight on the sheets and brought Andrew closer to him. Andrew wrapped his legs around Terrence's hips and lingered to see if the two of them would undergo their most grandiose performance of their life.

Terrence thrust his ravenous shaft upwards, resulting in both of them bouncing up and down. As they faced each other, their unstoppable hug did little to keep them from expressing their gratitude for their intrinsic testosterone. Their unanimous panting reached a higher volume for both Emily and Brenda to hear. The two ambitious men pressed their foreheads together to acknowledge the challenge they made for themselves. Terrence didn't stop thrusting upwards while Andrew didn't stop moaning as loud as he could.

"Oh! Oh! Oh, fuck! Harder! Please, fuck me harder!"

Terrence gritted his teeth as his adrenaline grew to cosmic heights.

Emily started pulling her hair in a mild manner. "Yes! Fuck him hard! I want to see you win!"

Brenda joined in the motivational talk. "Fuck my boyfriend! It looks so amazing!"