New Year's Duet

The New Year's corporate party was held out of town, in Dibuny, at the dacha of one of the employees. All the guys were there, including two interns—second-year students from a specialized university, Valka and Stas—and several young female employees.

There was an abundance of vodka, but there were problems with the snacks—probably why the young folks quickly got wasted and started dropping off one by one. The first to go was Valka, who was dragged to a small room upstairs, allocated for him and Stas. I was also pretty drunk but kept drinking with Stas.

"That's it, I'm fucked, I'm going to sleep! Otherwise, I'll start puking!" Stas barely got up from the table and, staggering, headed for the stairs.

"Wait, I'll help! I'm going to sleep too!" I caught up with him, took him by the arm. "Hold on, lean on me! Can you walk?" Stas was mumbling something but managed to move somehow. The room was dark, but it was visible that Valka, fully dressed, was lying on the bed on top of the blanket. I sat Stas down on the second bed: "Can you undress yourself?" Stas only nodded, unable to speak anymore.

"Alright, manage somehow, I'm not feeling well either." I went into the small room next door, which was allocated for me, and collapsed dead on the bed:

The morning was rough, eyes wouldn't open, I could have slept and slept, but there was some commotion behind the thin wall, shouts and swearing could be heard: "Bastard, scoundrel, dirty pig! How could you?" More commotion, then a door slam and the creak of the door to my little room: "Pasha, give me a cigarette!" I barely pried my eyes open. Valka was standing there, disheveled, in just his underwear, angry, with red eyes from the hangover. "Damn, what's all the noise? Let me sleep! There, take the cigarettes on the nightstand." I tried to cover my head with the blanket again.

"Is there any blood on me?" Valka turned his ass towards me. I opened my eyes wide: "No, just a wet spot. Did you piss yourself or what?"

"No, it seems like I got fucked! I think it's Stas, the bastard, he got his kicks while drunk! I'll kill the motherfucker. He's lying there, covered with a blanket, pretending to be out cold."

My brain wasn't working. My head was splitting. I barely understood what Valka was saying: "But he was in no state yesterday, I doubt it was him. Maybe you imagined it?"

"Imagined it?" Valka even jumped. "My ass is wrecked—I can't sit or walk. And his lighter was lying by my bed." He pulled a beautiful metal lighter from his pocket.

Yes, that was Stas's lighter. I saw it last night. Wait, where could I have seen it?

At night? I think I took Stas to his room and immediately passed out in my own. Although:

Something started to emerge with difficulty. But Stas was with me at night. He showed up with an opened bottle of vodka and two glasses, shook me awake, said he really needed to drink. I was furious: "Why don't you just go—" He persisted: "Pasha, are there any gays at our firm?" I opened my eyes wide: "Yeah, I don't think so. What happened?" He hesitated, then forced out: "Someone undressed me and fucked me! I didn't realize right away, but then it started hurting really bad, I came to. I only saw his back when he was leaving, but it was dark, didn't recognize him."

I was in shock. Yeah, what a mess! We never even had a hint of such things at the firm. "And what are you going to do now?" Stas paused, confused: "Fuck knows! Let's drink!" He poured vodka into the glasses.

We drank, I almost threw up—the vodka barely went down. Stas downed his glass and poured another. "I'd like to find that bitch!" He drank. It was clear Stas was getting drunk again right before my eyes. He tried to get up but couldn't. "Let me take you back." I took him under the arms, dragged him to their room, laid him on the bed. Valka was lying completely out cold. I returned to my room, sat down, dumbly trying to figure out who it could have been. Involuntarily, I started picturing the scene, how it all could have happened, and suddenly, to my surprise, I found myself getting aroused, turned on, my dick got hard and stiff. That's all I needed, my brain completely addled from vodka! Sleep, need to sleep fast. My gaze fell on the nightstand where Stas's forgotten lighter lay. Of course, I could return it in the morning, but: Some force lifted me, drew me to the next room. Two lifeless bodies lay on the beds.

One of them had recently been fucked. This one. I pulled back the blanket. Stas was lying there, his ass sticking out. That's how he was fucked! And how did it happen? What did the one who raped him feel? And what came over me? My dick wouldn't go down. A sharp desire arose to put myself in the rapist's place! I carefully pulled down Stas's underwear. He didn't even stir. I positioned myself behind him and slowly started to penetrate. At first, it was very tight, my dick wasn't small. Then I reached an area lubricated before me, and things went faster. My dick went in all the way, powerfully stretching the walls of his ass. Barely aware of what I was doing, I was pounding his hole on instinct. Apparently, my dick swelled up and caused Stas pain—he started moaning and struggling, trying to free himself from the penetration. I jumped back to Valka's bed, something clinked. The lighter! I dropped it. Oh well, fuck it.

My dick was throbbing, but I didn't dare approach Stas's ass again. My head was a complete fog. My gaze fell on Valka's skinny ass. I poked him with my hand. No reaction. Deeply unconscious! I shook his shoulder a few more times—zero emotion! Pulling his pants and underwear off was a matter of a minute. My dick wouldn't go down and demanded release! I laid Valka on his stomach and positioned myself behind him! Fuck, so tight, I might not get in! I pulled out my dick and lubricated it with saliva. Things went a bit better, and I slowly started pushing my dick into his hole. No reaction. Barely thinking anymore, I thrust forward sharply. Valka jerked but quickly went still. I couldn't hold back any longer. I pounded his hole with all my strength, driving myself into his hot young insides, amazed at the elasticity of its walls. They hugged, enveloped, lured me into a sweet depth! And I no longer resisted my instincts, pounding his hole with force, my balls slapping against his ass. Sweetie, bear with it, it'll all be over soon, right now, almost there: Fu-u-u-u-ck!!!

I was spilling into his ass, probably for a whole minute. He still lay under me without any signs of life. Carefully freeing myself, I stood up and started pulling on my pants. My phone fell out, right onto his nightstand. No one woke up. Feeling for it, I stuffed the phone into my pocket, quietly crept out of their room, and slipped into mine. I sat on the bed, still not over the shock, the unprecedented experience, and new sensations. In front of me stood the unfinished bottle of vodka and the glass Stas had poured. I drank the vodka in one gulp, feeling nothing, and immediately poured a second. Well, now we have gays at the firm. To you, my dears! I downed the second glass, realized I couldn't take any more, somehow undressed, and passed out within a minute:

: All this surfaced with difficulty in my vodka-inflamed brain. Now I know, Valka, who fucked you. And a dick like that could definitely wreck a normal, un-fucked ass. I don't know what came over me. Sorry, buddy.

"And something's up with the phone!" Valka pulled a phone from his pocket. "Looks like mine, but all my contacts have disappeared. Or maybe it's not mine. Whose is it? I'll dial my number now—if someone switched them, theirs will ring. Then we'll find out who our nighttime guest was."

He started dialing the number, and I froze. He was holding MY phone, the same model as his; in the dark, I had taken the wrong phone from the nightstand. And I knew that HIS phone in my pants would ring now. The call went through, and I tensed, waiting for the ring. Silence. After waiting for several rings, Valka turned off the phone. "I'll try downstairs, maybe it'll work on someone's phone there."

He left, and I rushed to my pants, pulled out HIS phone, and realized how lucky I was—it was dead.

This story somehow faded away—neither Stas nor Valka made a fuss, they were too ashamed. Who fucked Stas first was never figured out.

We had a few more corporate parties at that same dacha, but neither Stas nor Valka came again.

A pity: