Birthday Party

Birthday Party
Chaz and I were sitting at the bar, as usual. It was a cold, windy, grey Saturday afternoon, and we had the place to ourselves. College football games were on all the screens, but none appealed to either of us.

We turned to look when the front door opened. It was Alex, a mutual friend. He bartended there sometimes and was extremely gay. Nice guy too.

Alex said hi, ordered a shot, and made small talk with us while the bartender poured. He downed the shot and turned to go.

"That was quick," Chaz offered, "Got a hot date?"

"I'm just pregaming. I'm going to Bart's birthday party. Hey. I'd invite you both, but you look busy."

I laughed. "Yeah, just making sure the bar doesn't go belly up."

Chaz chuckled. "Hell, I'd go. I'm bored. But I don't have a gift for Bart."

"Not necessary. Come along, boys. I think you'll probably know a few people there."

And we did. There were about 30 people in Alex's apartment; men, women, gay and straight. We both knew Alex, but not well. And we knew about a handful of folks. There was drinking, and dancing, and talking, and drama. All in all, it was more entertaining than sitting at the bar, watching college football.

As the night wore on, the crowd started to thin. And when I realized Chaz and I were the only straight guys I figured it was time to mosey on down the road.

"Let me hit the bathroom and then we'll hit the road. Sound good?" I asked. Chaz nodded.

When I came out of the bathroom, there were two guys in the hall, making out. They were sucking face so intensely, I don't think they noticed me. I navigated my way around them and into the living room, where I got a bit of a shock. Just about everyone was making out with someone else.

Chaz sat alone on the couch, looking awkward.

"Ready to go?" I asked.

"Let me finish my drink," he responded, holding up a red Dixie cup that was 2/3rd full. I sighed and sat down on the other end of the couch, knowing Chaz liked to nurse his drinks.

I looked around the room, trying not feel like a gawker, although to be honest, I don't think anyone cared they were being watched. Guys were kissing everywhere I looked. Except in the corner, where one guy in an easy chair was getting a blow job from another guy who was shirtless, and standing up, bent over to suck dick. The recipient turned his head, and suddenly there was a dick in his mouth. A completely naked dude seemed to just materialize next to him.

Truth be told, it was weird, but more than a little erotic. I felt a slight stirring in my pants, thinking about how it had been 6 months since I'd gotten my dick wet.

I glance over to Chaz to make sure he was seeing what I was seeing. He was, and he was slowly rubbing the bulge in his own pants.

That's when this skinny little guy wearing only tighty whities plopped down on the couch between us. He put his hand on Chaz's leg, and asked "Want some help with that?"

Chaz held his gaze for a couple of seconds, and then nodded. The skinny guy rubbed Chaz's boner through the denim for a minute, and then undid his pants, pulling out his cock.

I took another quick look around the room, and realized just about everyone was naked. There was still kissing, and there were a lot of blowjobs underway.

I looked back, and not only was this k** jacking Chaz, Chaz was returning the favor, slowly stroking his new friend up and down.

I felt a twinge of something that might have been called jealousy, but I didn't last long. Without taking his eyes away from Chaz, he reached over and felt me up. That stirring I had turned into a full blown erection. And I needed to be more comfortable.

I undid my pants and freed the Springfield 6. The k**s hand took it in hand and squeezed gently. I closed my eyes and was just going to enjoy the ride, when his hand left me.

Looking over to see what ended my first man-on-man handjob before it began, I saw the k** kissing Chaz. His right hand still stroking Chaz, and holding the back of Chaz's head with his left. This making out didn't last long either. The k** pulled away and dropped his head into Chaz's lap. I heard him let out a sigh.

Glancing around the room again, I took note of two 69 sessions, lots of stroking and kissing, and more than a few blow jobs.

The k** sucking on Chaz was still on the couch, his hairless ass pretty much in my face, his balls hanging tight below.

"What the hell," I thought. "When in Rome..." and started caressing his ass. I'd never fucked anyone in the ass before, but there was always a first time for everything.

"You're wearing too much," a voice said, and as I swiveled around, a mouth attached itself to my own dick.

Damn! That felt good. Whoever it was sucking my cock soon had my pants off. His hands slid up my chest, and I obliged by taking my shirt off.

The guy latched onto my nipples and sucked one and then the other. That felt pretty incredible too.

As he continued to stroke my dick he raised his head to mine and said "You're hot," before plunging his tongue into my mouth. What could I do but kiss him back.

When he pulled away, I glanced over to see if Chaz had seen my gay kiss. He hadn't. His face was buried in the twink's crotch, and he was busy deep throating his new skinny friend.

My new buddy saw my peek and stood up, bringing his own thunderstick to my face level. I didn't hesitate long, bringing the head to my lips for a kiss. As my hands found his balls, I opened up my lips and took him in.

I'd always wondered what women got out of blow jobs. Now I knew. Having a penis in the mouth felt good. It felt powerful, alive, fleshy, soft but hard at the same time. And it felt powerful to know I was making him feel good.

I sucked on him until he came. And as he pulled away, another cock took his place. I accepted it heartily. When this guy came and withdrew, another cock took his place.

I bobbed on this one for a minute before he pulled away and pulled me with him, so I was on all fours. Someone slid beneath me and started working on my own penis. And then I felt something violently new: lips and a tongue on my ass.

There, I just about lost it, and the guy working on my dick sensed, and stopped. But whoever was eating my ass didn't stop.

The feeling was so incredible, I let out a moan and let the dick slip from my lips. I needed air. What I got was a finger. And then another. Whoever was eating me out was now fingering me. And that felt even better. I somehow knew what the next step was and I wasn't disappointed.

The fingers came out, and within a few seconds were replaced by one big finger. Only it wasn't a finger.

And it went deeper than the two fingers had gone.

It hit my prostate and I saw stars. It pulled back and then drove back in, and I saw stars again. The room was spinning and all I wanted was more. Whoever it was fucking me, fucked me good. Someone slid under me again and started sucking, I focused my eyes enough to realize his dick was below me, so I took it in my mouth. I was getting buttfucked while I was 69ing someone. And I had no idea who either of them were.

I was so close to cumming, but I didn't want to. I didn't want this to end.

"Wait. Wait," I gasped as I pulled my mouth off a dick and gestured to whomever was behind me. The dick was withdrawn from my ass, and the guy sucking me stopped too.

I held that position, on all fours for a second to get my breath, and then rolled over onto my back, spreading my legs.

Someone took the hint and plowed into me again. I could tell it was a different dick, thinner, longer. And it felt just as good.

I thrust my hips back every time he plunged into me, and it was like flint hitting steel, with sparks going off behind my eyes.

Another dick touched my lips, and I opened them, welcoming it in. My hands, of their own accord had sought out other dicks to jack. My first gay experience and here I was servicing four cocks. Nothing like diving into the deep end of the pool.

After a few minutes or hours of this, it was hard to say, and my mouth was filled with cum. The sight must have triggered something with the guy fucking me, because he let out a grunt and froze. Someone else must have been triggered because I felt something wet and warm hit my chest.

After the guy pulled out, I lay still for a minute trying to some sort of bearing. I realized someone was lying on the floor next to me, close enough that we were shoulder to shoulder. It was Chaz. He was on his back with someone ontop, fucking him missionary style, full throttle.

I looked at him, he looked at me, and I reached over to kiss him.

We kissed until his fucker stopped fucking.

When it was done, he lay there panting, me kissing his shoulder softly.

"Let us never speak of this again," he whispered.

"Deal," I answered.

But truth be told, after we got dressed and left, we went back to his place and sucked each other off again and again.