Ronnie's Story Ch. 2
Chapter II--Morning After
_One sip ain't gonna do shit
On the second sip I begin to admit
That the third one down is what makes me feel alright, yeah_
_And number four I slam down to the floor
By five I'm ready to fight all night
And then six, seven, eight to make me break your face sometimes_
_'Cause I'll walk dead or alive
I'll waste my time whenever I like
I'm feeling okay with my whiskey hangover, oh yeah, yeah_
-Godsmack, "Whiskey Hangover"
Ronnie yawned wide, stretching.
Damn my head hurts.
Ronnie kept his eyes closed and pulled the sheet over his head. The room was trying to spin. He didn't want to let it. The smell of frying eggs and bacon came from somewhere far off.
Am I sick?
"Hey Nicky, some bacon 'n eggs out here for you."
"Mehfrrennie."
"What?"
"Ronnie. My name's Ronnie," he said groggily, not even knowing where he was. He felt the weight of someone sit on the side of the bed. Slowly, the world was trying to come into focus. The more it did, though, the worse he felt.
"Last night that's not what you were calling yourself."
"Last night?" Ronnie said, his speech still slurred slightly. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open and he sat bolt upright. "Last night?! What the--"
And that's when he lost what boiling mess was still sitting in his belly.
Two hours past, and Ray was seeing if they should try this again. Nicky--or Ronnie, whatever the hell that was about--was lying on his couch. The bed sheets were getting cleaned at the moment in the machines downstairs, so the bed was bare. Ray just hoped the puke bucket next to the couch would help his hungover friend should this happen again.
Ray sat on the arm of the couch, looking down at Nicky. "How are you feeling?"
"Was it a train or a MAC truck that hit me?" Was the answer Ronnie gave Ray. Ray simply smiled down at him.
"Not much of a drinker, I take it?"
Nicky/Ronnie sat up, scratching the back of his head. "I guess not. How did I do for a first try?"
Ray shrugged. It was at that moment Ronnie realized he was buck naked. So was Ray.
"What the hell happened last night?" And that was when Ronnie felt one hell of a pain in his backside. Like a throbbing, radiating pain. Looking at Ray, he couldn't help cast his gaze directly at the flaccid length of meet laying casually between the huge male's thighs. It was huge! And the thing wasn't even hard. Did he really take that?"
"Well, there was drinking, laughing, and a little bit of hot gay sex," Ray said, rather matter-of-factly.
Ronnie groaned, putting his face into his hands. "Fuck me..." he said.
"That was the idea."
"No--I... You're telling me that I didn't just get wasted for the first time ever, but lost my virginity to boot? I don't remember a damn thing. And now I've got a hellacious headache and protesting insides to boot."
Ray looked concerned, and shifted to sit next to the bunny. "I didn't know, hun, I'm sorry. I kind of expected anyone daring enough to come on to me knows what they are in for when they pick on a stud to ride. If it's any consolation, you took it like a champ."
Ronnie looked up at Ray for a moment with a thankful gaze, smiling slightly. Then the smile faded, his color faded, and he put his face down to the puke bucket and emptied the rest of what was in his belly.
Patting Ronnie's back, Ray finally pressed him. "So ah... your real name isn't Nicky, is it." It wasn't posed as a question. More a statement of facts. Ronnie could do nothing but shake his head no, confirming it.
"Sooo... Ronnie is it?"
A nod.
"Alright, good to know," he said, continuing to rub the back of his retching friend. After a while, it seemed like Ronnie would stop. Ray stood up and went into the kitchen. The sound of a blender whirring filled the apartment a few minutes later, then Ray came back out with what looked like a smoothie in his hand. He set it in front of Ronnie. "You should drink this."
"What is it?" Ronnie said hoarsely.
"Electrolytes, sugars, protein, and a large dose of rum."
"More alcohol?"
"Not enough to kill you, hun, just enough for hair of the dog."
"What's that mean?"
"Best cure in the world. Known as hair of the dog. Originally 'Hair of the dog that bit you.' It's made to get you back on your feet quickly."
Ronnie didn't know what the hell the horse was talking about, but he grabbed the drink greedily and chugged half of it down. Brain freeze nearly gripped him, so he set it back down, letting his body adjust. He looked at Ray again, eyes going to his crotch. "We're still naked."
"I could get dressed."
"I like the view."
Ray chuckled. "Well, sober or not, you have a great sense of humor, you know."
Ronnie gave a faint shadow of a smile. It was genuine, though, and Ronnie's heart swelled with the feeling of gratitude. "Thank you." He took another gulp of the drink, already feeling like he was recovering. "Soooo... that was inside me?" He asked timidly, pointing at the large, flaccid member. Ray laughed.
"Yep, rode me like a real cowboy," Ray replied, patting Ronnie's thigh. "Surprising, knowing you were a virgin."
"It would explain why my ass feels like it was used as the Lincoln Tunnel last night."
Ray laughed again, wrapping an arm around Ronnie's shoulder and pulling him in close. He laid back on the couch, and Ronnie found himself lying alongside Ray, half of him on the sexy stud. "I really did that well, though?" He asked, trying not to let himself get too excited about the position he was in. He could feel Ray's warm length pressed against his shin, and he was already stirring down below from knowing that is what he was feeling. Placing his hand on Ray's chest, he let his head come to rest on the horse's shoulder.
"Yeah, you were great, hun. Sorry if I caused any damage, though."
"Well, so far, all systems go, as far as I can tell."
Ray kissed Ronnie's forehead. "Good. I was starting to worry when you turned by bed into a vomit pool."
Ronnie's heart fluttered at the kiss, but then he cringed at the comment. "I'm really sorry. Are the sheets ruined?"
"Nah, a heavy bleaching and they'll be right as rain. The advantages of white sheets."
Ronnie chuckled and stretched to kiss Ray's neck. "You know, I hardly remember anything from last night. How did it all go again?"
Ray arched a brow at the naked lapine in his arm. "You think you're up to that?"
Ronnie thought about it. That drink was really helping him out. He nodded. "At the moment, yes. I can always stop it if I'm not feeling quite well enough to continue."
Ray grinned, then sat up. "Well then give me a minute..." he said as he toted the small trash can away and cleaned up a little. By the time he was done, Ronnie was feeling right as rain, curled up on Ray's couch, quickly becoming more and more comfortable with simply lying there in the nude, his entire body on display for the equine as he passed in and out of the living room. Finally, Ray came back and sat down, holding a throwaway toothbrush to Ronnie in a wrapper. "No offense, but puke breath is really unsexy."
Ronnie bit his lip, laughing softly as he took it and unwrapped it. "I don't blame you," he said as he started scrubbing his teeth down. After a few minutes he worked over his tongue and gums, making sure he did a thorough enough job. Tossing it into a nearby trash bin, he grinned wide for Ray. "Good as n--"
Before he could even finish, he found his lips being pressed into by Ray's. He didn't mind. In fact, he opened his maw wide, accepting Ray's tongue into his mouth, and then suckled at it softly. Somewhere deep in the recesses of his hazy alcohol-damaged brain, he faintly remembered the taste, and murred in enjoyment. Pressing forward, he found Ray willing enough to lay back on the couch. Straddling the large horse, Ronnie kept kissing him deeply, his small stature just barely able to provide enough support on either side of Ray's large frame. Finally he pulled back, licking his lips.
"You're definitely no different drunk from sober. I like that," Ray said, grinning and gripping the lapine's hips. "I find guys who have to drink for their inhibitions to go away are hardly worth the trouble."
Ronnie chuckled and leaned back in, kissing along Ray's neck as he said, "Just call me a sucker for studs like you."
"Could you give me some cheese with that?" Ray teased, swatting Ronnie's rear playfully. Ronnie simply laughed, lifting his head and tossing his long purple hair aside.
"I'm sorry, we're fresh out of that. We're fully stocked on the hummer specials, though."
Ray laughed. "Worst erotic play talk ever."
"You love it."
"I do."
With that, Ronnie slid down, having to lift his leg up and over Ray's throbbing member. He marveled at the size. "There's no way I took this thing inside me..." he whispered in awe, letting his right hand slide down from the tip to the base. It had to be at least 12 inches, and he felt that was a conservative estimate.
"Well... not all of it. But at least three quarters of it..."
Ronnie looked up at Ray. His face was dead serious. Biting his lip, Ronnie almost wanted to try again. As if by reply, his ass suddenly gave a flaring throb. Never mind. He contented himself to stroking the large member for a few moments before opening his jaw wide to accommodate the head of Ray's cock. The flattened, flared shape of it felt odd, but it was fun to suckle on, and Ronnie playfully tongued the cum slit, getting rewarded with a tasty jet of pre.
It wasn't long before Ray was squirming, his cock and balls throbbing with anticipation. While Ronnie could only get maybe three inches into his maw, it didn't matter. Ray, like most of his kind, was blessed with the major concentration of his nerve endings towards the head. He gripped the cushions beneath him, watching as Ronnie pumped the head of his cock in and out to the best of his ability. As odd as it was, Ronnie's amateurish technique only made Ray like him more, and the thought that he broke this cute bun's cherry only further expedited his building orgasm.
"I'm close..." he huffed, his hips trying to buck uncontrollably. He was careful to keep that from getting out of hand, though. Ronnie didn't slip his maw from Ray's cock like he expected, though, and he wondered if this bunny boi would really be able to take so much seed. As if to answer his apprehensions, Ronnie reached down and started fondling Ray's balls, massaging them for the contents roiling inside.
Finally, release was granted, and Ray's maw opened wide in a silent moan of pleasure as his cock shot jet after sticky jet of his horse seed into Ronnie's maw. The bun swallowed as fast as he could, getting a solid amount down before he just couldn't take it anymore and backed off. Several thick jets slapped him across the face, sticking into Ronnie's fur. He gave a slight giggle as this happened. He'd always wanted that to happen. Slowly, Ronnie's pumping fist stopped pumping, and he watched as the thick, hot member fell back in its slow descent, softening and shortening.
Once Ray's cock was laying over his toned belly, Ronnie simply lay on top, getting the sticky seed that still remained worked into his fur as he did. Ray grinned the bun, chuckling at the thick gobs of his seed that painted Ronnie's face. "You look a mess there."
"Perhaps some kind stallion should clean it up."
"Happily. But first, let's take this elsewhere."