One thing was certain about Chuck. He knew what he liked, and he got what he liked. He made sure of that. He worked out at least once a week, to keep up his physique. His sexy smile, stylish brown hair, and deep blue eyes were hard to ignore. And he was assertive; if he wanted a girl, he had a way of convincing her that she should sleep with him. Not that they always needed convincing... they often approached him. He was pretty popular with the women.

So it was one Saturday night at one of his favorite clubs, when he noticed a sexy young woman he'd never seen before. She was standing, talking with another man, but kept looking over at Chuck. She noticed that he had noticed her, and smiled. She said something quick to her male companion, then walked over. The other man watched her walk up to Chuck, then turned and left.

"Hi," she smiled at Chuck. "I'm Stacey. Can I buy you a drink?"

"Sure," answered Chuck, congratulating himself on his good luck. Not only did she dump some other guy for me, but she's even going to pay to get us both drunk. "Absolut and tonic."

"Good taste," Stacey admired.

"Not that it's any of my business, but was that your boyfriend you were talking to just now?"

"Brett? Oh, no, he's just my roommate." In response to Chuck's skeptical expression, she elaborated, "He's gay."

"So you're telling me you and he never..."

Stacey giggled, "He and I share just about everything. But trust me: he doesn't do girls. I've told him he should try it sometime, but he keeps drawing the line."

"Poor guy. Doesn't know what he's missing."

"And you do?" she teased.

"I'd like to," Chuck hinted, rather obviously.

"Ooooh... adventurous! I like that."

Over the next hour, Chuck continued to flirt, as Stacey kept the drinks coming. Before long, Chuck was pleasantly drunk. And when Stacey invited him back to her apartment, he agreed without a moment's hesitation.

As they entered Stacey's apartment, it dawned on Chuck that she had a roommate. "Wait, what about Brett? He's not around, is he?"

"Oh, maybe, but he doesn't mind me bringing guys home like this. We have an arrangement."

Stacey led Chuck to her bedroom, where she quickly stripped. She had lovely round breasts, that sagged slightly under their own weight, but still stuck forward prominently. Chuck held one firmly in each hand, feeling them with admiration. She reached down and gripped his cock in her hand, gently caressing it. "Oh, yeah!" he growled. "That's great. Now suck it!"

She knelt on the floor next to her bed, and took Chuck's cock into the warmth of her mouth. Before long, despite his intoxication, he was fully aroused. Trying to thrust with his hips, he briefly lost balance. Stacey knowingly guided his hands forward to use the bed for balance. Leaning over her like this, he proceded to fuck her face vigorously, while she explored his body with her hands, grasping his butt cheeks, stroking his thighs, fingering his asshole, tweaking his nipples, and more.

Lost in a haze of alcohol and passion, Chuck quickly lost track of where Stacey's hands were. But it seemed to him that they were somtimes in more than two places at once. Or maybe not. In any case, he was too far gone to care. And when she slipped a finger into his ass and started to massage his prostate, he knew he wasn't far from a thundering orgasm. No one had ever done that to him before, and he loved it. So when the finger slid out and was replaced by something larger, he didn't even stop to consider what was happening. He just knew that he was in the middle of the fuck of his life, and he didn't want it to stop.

He moaned in estacy, as each thrust into his ass shoved his cock into Stacey's still-slobbering mouth. And as a strong pair of hands gripped his hips, he found himself whimpering, "Oh, yeah, that's... god... oh... fuck... yeah... oh, fuck... me... god, yes!" Finally driven over the edge, Chuck unloaded himself deep down Stacey's throat, as she sucked down every drop she could catch. Just then he heard a gasp, and a series of grunts as the shaft in his ass exploded with cum, and the man attached to it collapsed on him, spent.

The three of them fell in a heap on the floor, Stacey grinning broadly, as Chuck's contented smile gave way to concern, as he began to process what had happened. Brett leaned over him, kissed him lightly on the lips, said, "Thanks, you were great," and smiled.

Stunned, Chuck turned to Stacey. "I thought you said you two were just roommates."

Brett answered for her, "Right. But we share everything."

Stacey added, "And you didn't seem to mind. In fact, I'd say you rather enjoyed it."