The Party
Story by Rachek on SoFurry
Kyle goes to a party with his friends, has a bit too much to drink, and ends up in bed with a rather exotic man.
Kyle was almost indecently drunk. Not quite to the point of embarrassing his friends but loose enough that he didn't really care how he might have looked dancing in the crush of bodies. He even managed to not lose his glasses this time. Yet.
Every now and then he had the presence of mind to look around for his bros. Kevin had vanished upstairs with a blonde bombshell like an hour ago, and he could see James standing in a corner buried in his phone like the standoffish nerd he is despite being just as much a jock as the rest of them. Kyle would have to remember to mock him for it later. He didn't see Trevor at all.
Right now he was pressed against the back of a rather twinky brunet. His hands drifted up and down his slender hips as they rocked more or less to the beat of the music. The twink was pretty blitzed as well.
Kyle dropped his head down to mouth at his neck, nibbling just enough to threaten a bruise. The shudder he got in return traveled pleasantly into his dick where he was not-so-subtly grinding into that wonderful ass that had captivated him at first sight.
He was just getting into his groove, about to suggest they relocate somewhere private, when he felt someone grab his own hips.
The hands were big enough to curl around his sides and squeeze the muscles there pleasantly, and he blamed it on the alcohol for why he was so slow to react when he was pulled backwards. He let go of the twink in his surprise and the kid vanished into the mass of moving bodies almost instantly.
He didn't have time to regret it though, as he was pulled backwards to press against a rather impressive chest. He could feel muscled pecs and even the impression of hard nipples digging into his shoulder blades.
Instantly the half chub he had from grinding into that twink shot to full arousal. He didn't bottom much, mainly because he only really wanted to for guys that were bigger than him, and with how much effort he put into his muscles there weren't many that fit that qualification. But damn if that chest didn't turn him on even without seeing the guy it was attached to.
He went to turn and look but the guy just chuckled into his ear and pulled them even closer. Even his fucking laugh was hot, all deep and rumbly. Kyle would never admit that any man could make him swoon like a virgin with a crush, but at that he did sort of swoon. Just a little.
So he gave up on trying to see the guy and just lost himself in sensation. For Kyle being such a big guy, it was surprisingly easy for him to be manhandled into whatever position the guy wanted, and he kind of loved it. Before he knew it they had migrated to the edge of the impromptu dance floor and Kyle was pushed into the wall.
A broad hand was pressed between his shoulder blades, keeping his chest firmly pinned while the guy used his other hand to pull his hips back into a rather generous crotch. His back bowed while he ground into that dick shamelessly. He'd known within the first few moments he was going to get fucked that night. He didn't expect to be so into it his booze-filled brain was half on board just whipping it out in front of the whole room.
His modesty eventually won out though. He wasn't a complete slut despite what Trevor would say. He turned his head to the side, cheek smushed against the wall and glasses askew, and tried to collect his thoughts with a hard cock grinding shamelessly against his ass through multiple layers of clothes.
“You want to ha-“, he gasped as a particularly hard thrust shook him, “m-maybe find a room?"
The guy paused in his grinding, and Kyle used that time to turn to get a better look at him. They were in a shadowed corner off the area that had been turned into a dance floor. Between the erratic lighting and his glasses hanging halfway off his face by this point, he couldn't make out the finer details. But the guy was hot.
He had several inches of height on Kyle, and had a honey brown skin that seemed deliciously exotic, though Kyle couldn't quite pin any particular ethnicity. He was almost otherworldly.
And, oh, his muscles. Kyle couldn't help but ogle that wonderful body. He was big all over, and had a tank top that just hugged all those delicious curves while leaving his arms exposed. Really the only thing that disappointed Kyle was the fact that the guy just had to be on enhancement drugs or something. Nobody could have muscles like that naturally.
The guy even had a pretty face, as if he wasn't perfect enough. Straight white teeth gleamed in the half light as he flashed Kyle a crooked smile. The next thing he knew he was being whipped around and crowded against the wall again, this time face to face.
The guy was suddenly kissing him despite Kyle's standard no-kissing policy for random hookups, and this manhandling thing was getting to be both annoying and making his knees a little weak. He not-swooned for a few minutes as the guy apparently tried his hardest to eat him mouth first, and Kyle was internally revising that rule because holy shit could he kiss like he meant it.
Finally they broke apart and Kyle absolutely did not whimper at the trailing teasing suck to his lower lip. The guy hummed in satisfaction and then started ushering him across the room with a hand on his lower back. He apparently wasn't much of a talker, though Kyle could handle that just fine.
They made their way upstairs to the bedrooms, as that hand slid down his back to squeeze at his ass, and if that encouraged him to walk even faster he wouldn't tell.
Luckily they had decided to have this party in Kyle's building, so he could actually drag the guy down into his own bed. For a second Kyle thought he'd have the upper hand as he aggressively started pulling on that stupidly tight tank top, but then the dude just ripped it off himself like he was in a cheap porno or something to show off that massive chest speckled with dark hair. And then he went after Kyle's clothes, and he had to push him back because these were expensive and not to be ripped. The guy just settled back with a smirk and undid his own jeans.
Kyle stripped faster than he had in his life as far as he knew, with only a minor hiccup as he worked out the logistics of navigating skinny jeans with a raging boner. And the whole drunk thing. At least he didn't end up on the floor.
But then he was back on the guy, both of them splayed out on the bed and so, so naked, and the feel of those muscles bunching up under his hands left him kind of breathless. Kyle stretched up to sloppily make out again, and those big hands cupped around his face to hold him in place while their tongues battled for dominance.
Then they were rolling and Kyle was pinned on his back, those strong hands that he might be steadily developing a fetish for clasped around his shoulders and holding him in place. This close he could see the guy in much more detail even in the twilight of his darkened room, though the panted breaths from above him kept trying to fog up his glasses. He assumed it must have been a trick of the light, but he could have sworn he saw stubby horns nestled in the dark, wavy hair of his mystery man.
He reached up to grab handfuls of that hair and pull him down to kiss again, and he didn't feel anything there. Must be drunker than he thought.
The guy settled down to line their cocks up and Kyle just had to grind up into him, letting out a high pitched pant. He felt too hot, like he was burning up inside. A grunt echoed down to him at the friction and he opened eyes he didn't remember closing to look up.
And yeah, there they were. Two little horns peeking through his hair, and as the guy opened his own eyes Kyle saw they had a momentary reddish tint. Then the horns just seemed to vanish and his eyes were once again dark but not red. Even the alcohol wasn't enough for him to buy that.
“Dude, the hell?" he gasped, as another press of those hips against his straining dick knocked the breath out of him despite his confusion. “You have horns?"
All motion stopped. Kyle almost growled in frustration. He didn't want him to stop, he just wanted to know what was going on. As if sensing his impatience the guy frotted against him again, at first hesitantly and then much more deliberately. Kyle let out a sigh and went boneless.
The guy bent down until they were fully pressed together and resting face to face, and as Kyle watched the horns reappeared and his eyes started glowing a dull red. A glance inside his open and panting mouth showed a forked tongue, which he stuck out to grin at him playfully. If anything, the exotic nature of all of it just made the guy even hotter to Kyle.
He was never above blaming alcohol for his lack of judgement.
“Never seen an incubus before?" the guy rasped in a sexed-out voice that was smooth like chocolate. Just hearing it sent a pleasant shiver down Kyle's spine to pool in his groin.
Kyle helplessly thrust up again and was surprised to feel his cock slide up alongside this guy's, this incubus's cock, except instead of going beside the cock it went through it. Between it? He looked down between their bodies.
His cock was sandwiched between two identical dicks, both as large as his own and both dribbling precum everywhere. They were both uncut, and the treat of seeing that foreskin sent another pulse of heat through him. He didn't care what Trevor said, he was kind of a slut, for this guy at least. Guy, demon, it didn't seem to matter.
Without stopping to think he was spreading his legs to loosely wrap them around the compactly muscled waist above him. He came here to get fucked, and he was determined to do so.
The demon had to shuffle a bit to accommodate his movements, but seemed rather pleased at the result. He reached down to where Kyle couldn't see and seemed to fiddle with one of his dicks from what he could feel. The next thing he knew, a warmly slick finger was pressing against his entrance.
Kyle let out a gasp as his muscles seemed to loosen without his input, and the thick finger pushed it's way in with little resistance. As he threw his head back into the mattress he distantly realised he was being fingered open with the incubus's own precum. And it was so good, feeling warm and slick and delicious in a way that artificial lube could never match. It left him feeling loose and tingly inside, and a part of him wondered if there was anything like magical sex juice in demon precum or if he was just that easy. Either way, all of him was on board and ready to go.
By the time he had made it to three fingers squirming inside him, just occasionally tracing his prostate, Kyle felt like he was ready to burst. An unhappy whine drifted out of him and the incubus seemed to take pity because he leaned down to kiss him again with a delightfully sloppy tongue.
Then those fingers slid out of him, and before he could even complain the blunt head of one of those dicks was butting against his rim before pushing in all at once with a messy squelch. All the breath whooshed out of him and he clenched his fists up in the sheets.
He then proceeded to lose his mind. Between the alcohol that was quickly burning itself out of his system, the cock that seemed to be perfectly proportioned to smash his prostate into oblivion with each thrust, the other cock that was getting mashed against his balls and rutting pleasantly into the base of his dick, and the tongue trying to lick at his tonsils, Kyle was incoherent within moments.
He knew he was loud, possibly screaming, but he didn't care if anyone heard. The demon had to physically hold him down to keep him from writhing off the bed when he wasn't clinging to him with all four limbs. Tears were leaking from the corners of his eyes and he let out a sob, caught in a pleasure that was simultaneously not enough and completely overwhelming.
Suddenly he was empty again and he let out an enraged groan as he was flipped onto his front and crushed into the mattress. Then that dick was sliding into him again, except he realized at the last moment that it was actually both of the demon's cocks hammering their way into him, and later he'd wonder how it was physically possible to take both of those sizable cocks at the same time but in the heat of the moment he just knew he was being filled more than he ever had in his life.
It was far too much, the cocks seemingly fighting over which one would crush his prostate into jello, and his rim was burning bright in his mind with tension that quite possibly should have been painful but all he could feel was all-encompassing pleasure.
He felt panted breaths against his neck a moment before teeth closed down on his throat, lips sealing to suck what little bit of blood that wasn't occupied with his cock into the mother of all hickies. Then he was released, only for a bite to fall in a different spot with a possessive growl from above, and it repeated over and over. Kyle just reveled in the additional sensations to add to those already overwhelming him.
Then for a time they just rutted like beasts, Kyle clutching desperately to the sheets and the incubus snarling over him as he pounded harder and harder, both lost in the act. His glasses slid off his sweaty face and disappeared in the fray, and he pressed his face down into the sheets as he gave one last buck and came.
It felt like all his energy and maybe even part of his soul was trying to come out of his dick, he came so hard. He let out an incoherent wail and as he spasmed there was one, two, three final body-rocking thrusts and the incubus hit his own orgasm.
Kyle gasped for breath as he spiraled through his own orgasm, and he literally felt the twin jets of cum pour into his guts. The guy on top of him was frozen, trembling, as he pumped more and more of his seed into Kyle. With a grunt he fell to the side and pulled Kyle with him, until they were both spooning with his cocks still inside.
He could feel it inside him, the cum itself warmer than his body temperature and making him feel strange in his tingly afterglow. By the time he realized it just wasn't stopping his normally flat belly had a bit of unnatural roundness to it. His own cock gave a half hearted attempt to get hard again but he was exhausted and fucked out and the guy was still coming.
He moaned softly as he started to feel a bit of a stretch, his insides resisting the flood of cum, but it wasn't stopping and his muscles were losing the battle. The incubus let out his own panting moan into his ear, and they both sat and watched his belly grow rounder and rounder in the moonlight coming through his window.
Finally the throbbing in his ass settled down and it seemed the flood was over. He dropped a weary hand to feel his belly and whined a bit at the sloshing sensation it produced. There was just so much inside him.
They both panted a bit, coming down, and as Kyle was trying to accept that he had basically had a cum enema the guy rolled over to lie on his back, and as a result pulled his cocks out.
Kyle squeaked as his abused hole refused to tighten and the flood started again, this time in reverse. He heard another chuckle and Kyle was suddenly scooped up and rolled over to lie against the incubus. As he was gathering his bearings at being manhandled again, a hand trailed its way up his backside, that was just leaking cum everywhere, and gathered a dollop of it on his fingers. Then those fingers were pushing it back inside, deep into his ass.
The demon cleaned him this way, scraping up the cum that was still warm and gooey long after it should have cooled and sloppily shoving it back inside him, where it belonged. If Kyle could have, he'd have been hard again by that thought alone. What a time to discover new kinks.
Eventually the fingers slid inside him and didn't leave, possessively plugging the cum inside him so it couldn't escape. The incubus seemed to be settling in to sleep, and Kyle couldn't deny he felt strangely comfortable lying there, cradled in his arms. He fell asleep within moments.
When Kyle woke up the next morning, the first thing he registered was the warm arm draped over his body. The second was the sore and well used muscles he had. The third was his massively rounded stomach.
He was lying on his back, pinned to the bed by an extremely attractive guy. It only took a moment to remember what had happened through the blur of alcohol, and he was surprised to find he didn't have a hangover. Must be all that cum keeping him hydrated, he thought with a smirk.
But the guy was still here, demonic features once again hidden away behind whatever magic he used to disguise them. He was lying sprawled on his stomach, a tiny snore that Kyle refused to call adorable rumbling out of him occasionally.
Before Kyle could address what to do about the fact that he fucked an actual demon, and demons apparently actually existed, he needed to take care of his more pressing issues. Specifically that he had to pee like never before, and also get all that cum out of him. His cheeks flared into a blush just at the thought, and his morning boner got even more persistent.
He dug his glasses out of the sheets and crawled his way out from under the arm holding him down. As quiet as he could he shuffled his way to the bathroom. He took care of his bladder, and then decided on the best route to deal with his stomach. He settled on just using the toilet because it's basically the same mechanism, right?
Except it wasn't. He figured that with as much as it wanted to leak out of him last night he'd just need to like, let it go and it'd take care of itself. But nothing was happening. He sat there trying to push it out unsuccessfully for several minutes before standing up with a huff and moving over to the sink.
He was looking at his stomach in the mirror, trying to decide what to do, when he felt the oddest little fluttering sensation in his gut. He rubbed against it, trying to calm whatever was acting up, when he felt it again, except this time with his hand. He immediately recognized it from feeling his aunt's stomach when he was a kid. His pregnant aunt. It was a kick, from inside him.
Just then the bathroom door opened behind him, and he raised his eyes to meet the demon's in the mirror. As he watched, the dark eyes flared to a glowing red, and he stopped forward to hold Kyle from behind, hands delicately cradling his pregnant belly. A kiss was pressed to the side of his head, and those warm arms squeezed him in a way that felt comforting, safe. Kyle dropped his gaze back to his belly, and the both of them rubbed over the stretched skin and the new life inside.
“I see you met our son," the incubus trilled into his ear. “Want to see if we can give him a brother?" Kyle was hard again within moments. New kinks, indeed.
Kyle took his offered hand and they made their way back to his bed, their bed now, and proceeded to do all of it over again. And again. Kyle lost his glasses, his wails woke up everyone in the house still hungover from the party, and they did indeed give their incubus child a brother, and many more besides.