A work of FICTION!!!
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Our turn to host. Oh well, it beats a God awful long drive, in traffic, with crappy food to boot.
We had about twenty five ranging from 11 to 86 years old. People arrived at noon, we had thanksgiving dinner at 2, and the grandparents left around 5. All in all, a good time. Good food, great wine and a few laughs. The wine was still flowing when Christopher, now a freshman at The University of Wisconsin, started talking about the parties and drinking and fraternities at school and how unbelievable it was. My wife's two brothers, 42 and 46, and seasoned (understatement) partiers themselves, dismissed it as been there done that. But Christopher persisted, saying that the type of drinking that went on was beyond their comprehension, and went so far as to say they wouldn't last a week. Tim and Jeff laughed and made jokes about "your cute little beer parties".
Next thing you know, as Regina and I are cleaning up the kitchen, the three of them are doing shots of tequila at the kitchen table. We looked at each other and exchanged the old this won't end well look.
They tried to get us involved, and we each had a few shots, but were able to avoid the full on assault. By 9 o'clock the kids were down, and the three boys were still going at it, having a merry old time. It was at this point we realized Christopher was in way over his head. He was plastered! I think he was doing two or three shots, to every one for Tim and Jeff. Definitely not gonna end well.
They were very funny however and even got Regina and I to do another shot until finally, thank God, we ran out of tequila. Tim and Jeff told Christopher they were just getting started and they were taking him out. Christopher stood up, staggered, said your on, and rumbled down the hall to the bathroom. Regina gave her two brothers a lecture, telling them they shouldn't drive, and that they had better be careful with Christopher. This is when we found out that between the two of them they had only had four or five shots each, and that Christopher had drunk about three quarters of the bottle himself. A sort of mini argument followed, and the boys felt they were just teaching him a lesson.
After about 10 minutes, we realized, "Where the hell is Christopher?"
Down the hall we go, to find Christopher out cold on the floor in the bathroom. Great!
Well, we tell Tim and Jeff to take off, and leave the take care of Christopher duties to us.
Regina and I were laughing and remembering times we found ourselves in similar situations many moons ago. After the wine and tequila we weren't feeling much pain ourselves. We headed back to the bathroom to see if we could get Christopher off the floor and in to the guest room. Every time Regina bent over to try and rouse him, I would slide my hand under her skirt and rub her panty covered pussy. She would laugh and stop, and say "Please don't get me horny."
Of course that was all I needed to keep it up until she was nice and wet. She turned around and we were making out as she rubbed my cock and pronounced, "The sooner we get Christopher into the guest room, the sooner you can fuck my brains out!"
Nothing better than a drunk but not too drunk, really horny Regina. Maybe this Thanksgiving was gonna end well after all. Or so it seemed until we stood Christopher up, and he threw up all over himself!
"Oh this sucks!", I thought to my self.
We got Christopher into the shower, and he was totally out of it. Regina was stripping him out of his vomit covered clothes and rinsing them out and washing him off at the same time. Christopher was down to his boxers and barely supporting his own weight in the shower when out it came again, right down his chest and all over his boxers too. Without thinking too much about it, Regina stripped his boxers off while I supported him.
At this point Regina started giggling uncontrollably. I wondered what was so funny, thinking if she is laughing at his shriveled up drunken penis, that's really not cool.
While laughing even harder, she said, "There is a lot more to clean up here than I thought."
I looked down and saw one of the biggest dicks I've ever seen in my life.
"Jesus...that is quite a ahhh."
"Cock?" Regina asked.
"Well, I was gonna say penis but..."
"Honey, take another look," she said while still giggling and washing out his boxers, "that...could only be called a cock."
We were both laughing our asses off when she reached up and grabbed it. It looked even bigger in her hand. She grabbed a can of air freshener from the back of the toilet and held it next to it. Not quite as long but definitely thicker!!
"That's impressive," Regina mouthed to me.
"Ahhh, is there a reason you're still holding it Reg?"
"I'm just making sure he is all clean," she said as she inspected it closely while grinning ear to ear.
Yes, ok, this was now turning me on, I admit it. I was tenting my pants quite a bit and of course Regina noticed. She reached over and rubbed my crotch, she was obviously hotter than hell at this particular moment. She unzipped my pants and fished out my hard as a rock cock and stroked it, still holding Christopher's dick as well. The comparison was shall we say, unflattering. He was in fact bigger limp than I was fully erect.
