A few years ago on my boyfriends 22nd birthday, he, myself and 12 of his closest friends decided to celebrate at a bar in The Village called Newtons. My boyfriend Sean is 3 years older than me, 6 foot 4, about 170 pounds, with sea blue eyes and brown hair that he had recently cut into a faux hawk style and thick brown facial hair surrounding his lips. At the time, he wore a silver stud in his left eye brow and had both ear lobes stretched to the size of dimes, filled with black spacers (all of these piercings have since been removed due to the need to look professional at his job.)
After pre-drinking at his place, Sean and I met up with our group at the bar at shortly before 11 and to our amazement, it was practically deserted. With the exception of two guys drinking Cosmos in the corner and a small group of guys testing their strength at the electronic punching bag game next to the juke box, we were the only people there. We proudly announced to the bartender that we were there to celebrate Sean’s birthday and he generously gave us our first round of Jager shots for free.
We sat at the long, large table in the centre of the bar as Seans friends treated him, and by association me, to pitcher after pitcher of free beer, refusing to let him spend a dollar of his own money. I was seated between Sean and his best friend, Rich and considering the abundance of attention Sean was getting (constantly finishing one conversation only to be swept up in another) I found myself talking to Rich more than anyone else. We had only met a handful of times before but he was a nice guy, a little shorter and thinner than I (I’m no giant myself, at only 5’8 and 140 pounds) with soft green eyes and brown hair that resembled Justin Biebers original side swept style.
Rich wasn’t in the greatest mood since his ex, Caden, was also in present at the birthday party and was even less thrilled that he was not-so-subtly flirting with one of the guys at the electronic punching bag game. Their break up had occurred 5 months earlier and was hardly amicable, with Caden dumping Rich through a text message and moving in with some other guy a week later (that relationship also fizzled out pretty quickly.)
“I don’t even care,” Rich shrugged, before knocking back his second shit of Jameson whiskey, cringing at its bitterness before slamming the shot glass upside down on the table, “I just feel bad for him, ya know? People look at him like he’s complete trash and he doesn’t even realise it.”
“For someone who doesn’t care, you sure have spent a lot of time talking about him,” I pointed out, downing what was left in my beer mug, sadly realising that the pitcher was empty, “Dammit. Time to fill ‘er up.”
I stood up and made my way over to the bar, with Rich following behind me.
“I didn’t even really like him that much,” he rambled on, “I just thought he was cute. But not HOT, you know? He thinks he’s waaaaaay hotter than he really is.”
“Yeah, you’re right. So, are you getting this round?” I asked, since Rich was surprisingly one of the few people who hadn’t offered to by his best friend a birthday drink yet, since he was too pre-occupied with buying his own shots.
“Sure,” he sighed, pulling out his wallet, “And he’s always bragging about being a model, like he’s famous or something. He’s only been in two magazines, big fucking deal!”
“Yeah, Caden’s the worst,” I replied as the bartender approached us and handed us another pitcher. I had actually made out with Caden once ,before starting my relationship with my Sean, but I didn’t think that piece of information would really be useful to Rich at this time.
“Wanna play a round of pool?” I suggested after we filled up our beer mugs.
“I guess,” Rich replied, vengefully staring at Caden, who was hanging off the jacket of one of the guys across the bar, “Does he realise how pathetic he looks?”
“Come on,” I sighed, dragging him over to the pool table. I recruited the two guys sitting in the corner to play against us and we had ourselves a nice little game, but it was obviously an unfair match as they both admitted that they had little to no experience playing pool.
“Good game,” I said, shaking each of their hands after they lost to us.
“You should play professionally. You really know your way around a stick,” one of the guys winked, directing his comment specifically at Rich.
“I need another shot,” Rich grumbled, stomping back over to the bar. The guy who was obviously flirting with him looked dumbfounded at being so blatantly ignored.
“Sorry,” I apologised on his behalf, “He’s kind of in a bad mood.”
“I can see that,” the compliment guy replied. He cheersed me with his Cosmo before he and his friend returned to their table.
“What are we drinking?” I asked Rich as I met him at the bar.
“Tequila,” He answered as the bartender placed a shot glass, a lime wedge and a bottle of salt in front of him.
“Can I get one of those too, please?” I requested and the bartender obliged. I paid this time, since I hadn’t even made a dent in my drink budget for the night.
“Do you want to do body shots off each other to make Caden jealous?” I joked. Rich raised an eye brow and looked over his shoulder at Caden, who incidentally was staring right at us.
“Yeah,” Rich nodded, turning back to me, “Let’s do it.”
“Oh, I was kidding,” I laughed, but Rich wasn’t. He grabbed the salt and moved my shirt to the side, sprinkling some of it on my neck and licking it off before I could stop him. He took his shot and stuck the lime in his mouth, turning back to look at Caden, who was smirking slightly, apparently amused at this display designed to make him jealous.
“Do me,” he said, handing me the salt shaker. I choose the less sensual approach, however, grabbing Riches wrist and sprinkling the salt on it, licking it off and taking my shot, then sucked on the lime with a look of disgust on my face.
“Tequila is not my first choice,” I cringed, putting the lime in the shot glass and wiping my mouth with a napkin, “But I’m gonna be hammered in about 5 minutes.”
“Yep,” Rich nodded as we made out way back to our table, where my boyfriend was putting his jacket on.
“We’re going for a smoke, you coming?” He said as a few of his friends also stood up, donning their winter jackets to fight the frigid winter temperature.
“Coming,” I answered as Rich and I both put our coats on. We all made our way down stairs and sat in the patio outside the bar, chatting and puffing on cigarettes.
“Not gonna lie,” Sean said, putting his head on my shoulder, “I’m a little drunk.”
“Me too,” I agreed, stroking his hair, “How much have you had to drink?”
“Lost count,” he exhaled, a cloud of smoke exiting his mouth.
“Same.”
“So…when do I get my surprise?” He asked curiously.
“Very soon,” I smiled.
His birthday surprise was a hotel room I had rented for us; a very nice, 5 star suite with a huge bed and a bathtub with jets big enough for 5 people. I had visited it earlier in the day to leave his other gift, a Nintendo 3DS (which was new, at the time) and a bundle of games, along with an over night bag and a bottle of champagne so we wouldn’t have to pay the ridiculous price for Hotel drinks on top of what I had already shelled out.
“Do you want to make out with Rich?” Sean asked, out the blue.
“Excuse me, what?” I scoffed, totally caught off guard.
“Do you want to make out with Rich?” He repeated.
“Where did that come from?” I laughed, flicking my cigarette.
“Just an idea. You’ve been spending a lot of time together tonight,” Sean shrugged, “You look cute together.”
“You’re funny,” I said, shaking my head.
“I wouldn’t mind,” he continued, “As long as you let me watch.”
“You’re crazy,” I chuckled, but in all honesty, the thought I had occurred to me once or twice.
We made our way back upstairs and continued our drinking, while Rich continued to stare vengefully at Caden. His look of anger turned to complete heart break as Caden approached the table, with the Punching-Bag-Game-Guy in tow.
“Sean!” He shouted across the table, breaking up the conversation my boyfriend was having with his other friend, “I’m heading out now, but thank you for having me, I had a great time.”
“Thanks for coming, man,” My boyfriend replied.
“No problem, happy birthday,” Caden smiled, glancing at everyone else at the table and waving, “Bye!”
Everyone gave him a brief, drunken goodbye, except Rich who looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole. Caden walked away, wrapping his arm around the waist of his boyfriend-for-the-night and disappearing down the stairs. Rich shook his head and chugged his entire beer.
“You see what I mean?” He spat, slamming his mug down on the table, “Complete trash.”
“Let it go,” I encouraged, sick of listening to him complain, “You’re a great guy, he doesn’t deserve you. Fuck him.”
“Everybody else does,” he muttered.
We continued to drink at the bar until last call and everyone spilled onto the street, tipsy and chatty. I called a cab as my boyfriend hugged everyone and thanked them for coming.
“Hey,” Rich said to me as I hung up the phone, “Are you going East or West?”
“East,” I answered, putting my phone in my pocket.
“Can I share your cab with you?” He asked.
“Yeah, sure,” I shrugged.
The cab arrived in record time and Sean and I got into the back sit, with Rich hopping into the front.
As we drove towards the hotel, Sean had a hard time keeping his hands to himself.
“Have a little patience,” I urged, pushing is hand away from my crotch for the third time.
“Why?” He questioned, his arm draped around my shoulder, “No one cares.”
“Knock it off,” I resisted as he kissed my neck.
“I can gonna wreck you,” He whispered in my ear as his tongue grazed my pierced lobe.
We arrived at the hotel and I retrieved my debit card to pay the driver.
“You can go ahead and reset the meter and drop our friend off where he needs to go,” I said, grabbing my receipt and handing the machine back over to him.
“He’s asleep,” the cab driver responded.
“He’s what?” I said, looking over at Rich who was snoozing against window.
“Oh, god dammit,” I cursed, leaning over and nudging his shoulder, “Rich! Rich! Wake up!”
He didn’t move a muscle.
“Son of a bitch…” I muttered as I got out of the cab. I opened the passengers side door and tried to shake Rich awake.
“Wake up!” I said, lightly slapping his face, but he didn’t respond at all.
“Is he dead?” The cab driver asked.
“He’s not dead, he’s just drunk,” I sighed, slapping him again, “Rich!”
“I can’t take him home if he can’t give me directions,” The cab driver informed us.
“What’s his address?” I asked my boyfriend.
“I don’t know. He just moved into a new place,” Sean shrugged.
“For Gods sake…,” I said, making one final attempt to wake rich up, “Dude, seriously, wake up!”
“I don’t have all night,” The cab driver sighed impatiently. I rubbed my forehead in frustration.
“Yeah, okay, sorry,” I sighed, grabbing one of Riches arms, “Sean, help me.”
Sean grabbed his other arm and we lifted him out of the cab.
“We’ll take him up stairs, throw some cold water on his face, give him a few minutes to sober up and call him another cab,” I said as we carried him into the hotel.
“Okay,” Sean agreed.
“This isn’t how I pictured this night going,” I admitted as we walked through the lobby. He lifted him onto the elevator and carried him to our room, throwing him down on the King sized bed.
“Wow,” Sean said, looking around the room, “This is really nice.”
“I know, right?” I said as I made my way back towards the door, “I’m gonna go get a bucket of ice to shove down his pants. That will wake him up.”
“Good idea,” my boyfriend said, sitting on the bed and taking off his jacket and shoes.
But when I returned to the room a few moments later, bucket in hand, Rich was sitting up on the bed, sipping a cup of water.
“Oh, NOW you’re awake!” I said, putting the ice bucket down next to the TV, “How nice of you!”
“Did we walk here?” He asked, his eyes squinty and a little red.
“We took a cab,” I said, taking off my jacket, “You slept the whole time.”
“I needed iit,” He exhaled, “I feel a lot better now.”
“Fantastic, glad to hear it,” My boyfriend said, patting him on the back, “Don’t get to comfortable because we’re gonna call you another cab to get you the hell out of here.”
Rich looked around the room and slowly removed his jacket.
“Nah,” he said, throwing it on the floor and crawling back wards on the bed to lay his head down on one of the many pillows, “I think I’ll just crash here.”
“Uh, no you fucking wont,” My boyfriend scoffed.
“Hey! Shoes off the bed!” I gasped.
“Why not?” Rich said, closing his eyes.
“Because we’re gonna have sex,” Sean said bluntly.
“Go ahead, I don’t care,” Rich shrugged, “This bed is huge. You wont even know I’m here.”
“Dirty shoes, clean sheets, I have to sleep here!” I said, running over to the bed and unlacing Richs shoes for him.
“Sorry,” he half heartedly apologised.
“Being your friend is really draining,” I said, removing his shoes and putting them on the floor. I crawled onto the bed and laid down between him and Sean, “Do you want to just go to sleep? We can bang tomorrow once he leaves.”
“Absolutely not,” My boyfriend declined, “I’m drunk, I’m horny and I’m getting laid right now.”
I rolled over and glared at Rich.
“You’re being a major cock blocker right now,” I said to him.
“You know what? Let’s make a deal,” Sean said, sitting up straight, “Rich, you can stay here tonight under one condition.”
“What’s that?” Rich asked, opening his eyes.
“Make out with my boyfriend,” Sean stated simply. I raised my eye brow, as did Rich.
“Huh?” Rich said dumbly.
“You heard me. I want to watch you two make out,” Sean grinned.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because it’s my birthday and that’s what I want as my gift,” Sean explained.
“Actually, I got you a gift, it’s over there,” I said, gesturing to the wrapped box on the table, but Sean wasn’t hearing any of it.
“Listen, I can’t MAKE you do it,” he continued, “But I think it would be really, really hot.”
Rich looked at me and shrugged.
“You wanna?” He asked.
“Um…” I looked back at my boyfriend, “Are you sure?”
“Go ahead, it’s okay,” he reassured me, pushing me towards Rich.
I slowly moved my face closer to his and closed my eyes, waiting for him to close the gap. He pressed his lips against mine and before I knew it, we were making out intensely as my boyfriend looked on.
“There we go,” Sean said happily, putting his hand on my chin, pulling my lips away from Riches, “Come here…”
Sean and I made out as Rich watched, until Sean pulled away and leaned over me, grabbing the back of Riches head and pulling him in for a kiss. We alternated partners, and Sean and Rich both pulled off their shirts at some point while this was happening.
“You are wearing far too many clothes,” Sean said, pulling my shirt over my head, reaching down to unbutton my pants, “Let’s get rid of these too.”
He pulled my pants and boxers off in one quick motion, discarding them on the floor and positioning himself between my legs in front of my fully erect member.
“Come,” he commanded to Rich, who tipsily shuffled down and knelt next to him on the bed. Sean went first, taking me in his mouth and moving his head up and down, looking up at me as his tongue worked my shaft. He took it out and directed it towards Richs mouth.
“Want a turn?” He offered. Rich accepted, wrapping his lips around my dick and eagerly sucking it while my boyfriend held it for him with one hand and pushed his head down with the other.
“That’s right. Suck that dick,” Sean encouraged, then looked up at me and asked, “How you doin’ babe?”
“No complaints here,” I answered, somewhat in disbelief that I was finally fulfilling my long time fantasy of having a 3-some. They continued swapping my cock back and forth before going to work on it at the same time, each working either side, then changed their method so that Sean was sucking and Riches tongue caressing my balls.
“God damn,” I sighed, leaning my head back on the head rest, mentally trying to stop myself from cumming. My boyfriend must have sensed that because he stopped sucking and stood up, removing his pants and underwear, with Rich following suit. They both got back on the bed and knelt on either side of my face. I opened my mouth to let Sean thrust his dick down my throat, while Rich took my hand and wrapped it around his so I could stroke it while he waited his turn.
I went back and forth, doing my best to give each of their uncircumcised cocks equal attention as they periodically leaned over to swap spit while I blew them. After being throat fucked for a solid 10 minutes, I looked up at them in a dick drunk haze while continuing to stroke them with each hand and asked,
“Which one of you wants to go first?”
“Did you bring your lube?” Sean asked.
“It’s in my bag, in the bathroom,” I informed him.
“You think of everything,” Sean said, hopping off the bed and running to the bathroom, returning with a bottle of lubricant.
“I’m going first, since it’s my birthday,” He said, lubing himself up.
“Technically, your birthday ended like, 3 hours ago,” I informed him.
“Technically – bend over,” he rebutted, throwing the lube on the bed.
“Great come back,” I complimented. Rich sat in front of me with his back resting on the head board so I could continue to blow him as I got into doggy style position.
“Don’t bite my dick off if he starts banging you super hard,” Rich cautioned as Sean knelt behind me.
“No promises,” I replied, stroking him with my head resting on his thigh as Seans slicked up head pressed against my hole. I felt the hide gradually slide in and reached back to assist him by pulling my cheeks apart as he slowly pushed in, letting go and putting my hands back on Riches dick once he was about half way in.
“Fuck,” I groaned as he pulled out, allowing only the head to remain inside, before pushing back in again.
“I have been waiting for this all day,” Sean exhaled as gripped my hips, gently sliding in and out. I laid on Riches lap with my eyes closed and my mouth open as Seans pelvis made contact with my ass.
“Oh my god, yes,” I gasped as I felt him push all the way in.
“Don’t forget about me,” Rich said, gently guiding my head back onto his dick. I put my mouth back on it and matched the quickness of my sucking to the rhythm of Seans pounding as he began to pick up speed, while also doing my best not to clamp my teeth down on Richs dick every time my boyfriends cock rammed against my prostate.
“Good job babe, keep sucking it,” my boyfriend encouraged, before turning his attention to Rich, “How’s he doing, man?”
“One of the best blow jobs I’ve ever gotten,” Rich complimented.
“Yeah, I know,” Sean said proudly, “You hear that, babe? I told you you were a great cock sucker.”
“Mmm-hmmm,” I moaned, unable to respond with my mouth full.
“You like having a dick in each hole?” Sean asked as he rammed my ass viciously hard. I couldn’t respond, so I moaned my approved and his hand connected with my ass, causing me to yelp and remove my mouth from Rich’s dick out of fear that I might actually bite it off in the heat of the moment.
“Yes,” I groaned as I continued to stroke Rich with one hand and began to stroke myself with the other. After a few more minutes of pounding, Sean suddenly stopped and slowly pulled out.
“Hey Rich,” Sean said, “Have you ever been spit roasted?”
“Um…no,” Rich admitted but sounded curious about the idea.
“You wont be able to say that after tonight,” Sean grinned, “Switch.”
I thought Sean wanted Rich to suck me while he fucked him, but he had other ideas.
“I want to watch you fuck him,” Sean said as Rich got on all fours.
“Are you sure?” I asked. He grabbed the lube and rubbed it on for it.
“Absolutely,” he said, positing himself where Rich had previously been sitting.
“Are you okay with this?” I asked Rich.
“Whatever Sean says goes, I guess,” he replied, but it was obvious he was just as excited about it as we were. Sean wasted no time grabbing his hair and forcing it down on his dick where he gladly bobbed his head up and down while I got behind him and slowly began to push against his tight hole.
“That’s it, suck my dick, straight out of my boyfriends ass,” Sean said, before lifting him up by his hair and asking, “How’s it taste?”
“Tastes like lube,” Rich replied.
“Good,” Sean said, forcing his head back down, “Go on babe, fuck that ass.”
“I’m working on it,” I said, struggling to get the head in, “It’s really right.”
Eventually, I was able to pop the head inside and slowly inserted myself as far as I could before Rich protested.
“Hold on, hold on,” he groaned, “Jesus….allright, just fuck me like that, I’ll tell you when to go deeper.”
“Kay,” I exhaled, slowly pulling out and pushing back in, only allowing myself to go have way in each time with Sean skull fucked him. After a while, Rich seemed to get more comfortable and began to back himself up to meet my thrusts.
“Deeper,” he moaned and I wilfully obliged, sliding most of my dick in.
“Oh, wow,” he gasped, “Holy fuck…”
“Pretty big, isn’t it?” He boyfriend smiled.
“It feels bigger than it is,” Rich moaned.
“Hey!” I said, offended, smacking his ass.
“Ow! You know what I mean,” he clarified, taking Seans dick back in his mouth.
“Show him how big it really is. Make him take the entire thing,” Sean instructed.
“Do you want the whole thing?” I asked, rubbing the red spot on Richs ass where I had smacked it. He took a deep breath and I could feel him relaxing his muscles the best he could.
“Yeah. Give it to me,” he consented. I gently let the entire thing glide in as Rich exhaled a long sting of expletives and Sean looked on, elated.
“That’s it, take that entire dick in your ass,” Sean encouraged, grabbing Richs hair and guiding it back to his own, “And keep sucking my cock while he fucks you.”
Rich complied as I started giving him long, deep thrusts into his tight ass, was miraculously still able to keep sucking Sean off without biting him.
We continued working both of his holes as Rich grunted and groaned beneath me until Sean demanded that we cease.
“Fuck! Hold on! Stop,” he gasped, pulling out of Richs mouth and jumping off the bed, standing next to it while he jerked off, “Come! Come!”
I wasn’t sure if he was telling us what he was about to do, or telling us what to do, or both, but I cautiously pulled out of Josh and we both turned to face him.
“Down, down,” Sean grunted, unable to form a complete sentence. I decided the best course of action was for us both to lay on our backs with our heads hanging slightly over the edge of the bed so that Sean could get a good shot at both of us. We laid there with our mouths open, looking at him, upside down, his breathing rapid and short, a clear indicator that he was getting close to achieving release.
“Fuck” He gasped, holding his dick right above my mouth, spraying two thick streams of jizz onto my tongue, before aiming it at Riches mouth giving him a few spurts, before switching back to me and shooting the rest of it down my throat, with a few drops landing on my cheek. He stood over us, breathing heavily with his eyes closed as the after shock rushed through his body. He gradually came down from his euphoria and looked down at us, saying,
“Babe, I think you got more than Rich did. Share it with him.”
I grabbed Rich and kissed him hard, invading his mouth with my cum covered tongue, trading it back and forth as Sean laid down vertically on the bed with a satisfied grin on his face.
“Good job,” he beamed as Rich and I separated, each swallowing what we had left in our mouths, “I definitely need a smoke after that.”
“This is a no smoking room,” I informed him, pointing to the Smoking Prohibited sign on the wall.
“Well, shit,” he sighed, standing up and grabbing his pants and underwear, “Looks like I’m going outside.”
He got dressed as Rich and I re-positioned ourselves on the bed, each with our heads on a pillow.
“Don’t let my absence stop you,” Sean added as he put his jacket on, “Keep going. I think it’s Richs turn to top.”
“Give me a second to catch my breath,” Rich panted. Sean put on his shoes and walked back over to us.
“When I get back, I want to walk in on you two fucking, okay?” He requested, giving me a peck on the lips, then giving one to Rich, “Okay?”
“Okay,” we both agreed as he grabbed the room key and walked out the door.
“Hi,” I said as I turned my head to look at Rich.
“Hey,” he replied, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. We laid in an uncomfortable silence for a minute.
“Is this weird?” I asked finally.
“Having a 3-way with my best friend and his boyfriend?” He scoffed, “Nah. Just a normal Saturday night for me.”
“Do you think this gonna make things awkward between us?” I continued.
“No, I don’t think so,” he shrugs, “Unless you fall in love with me.”
“Ha! Right!” I chuckled.
“I will tell you this, though. This is definitely keep my mind of Caden,” Rich confided.
“He’s a prick. You can do better,” I said for the 100th time that night.
“Thanks,” he answered, leaving forward and pressing his lips against mine. I grabbed the lube and held it in front of him.
“Do you wanna…?” I offered, letting my sentence trail off.
“Oh yeah,” he accepted, taking it from me and lubing himself up as I belt over on the bed.
“Truth be told, I actually like bottoming more than topping,” I admitted as he positioned himself behind me.
“You don’t say,” he said as he entered me, much easier this time because Sean had loosened me up a bit.
“Oh yeah,” I moaned as I gripped the bed sheets.
“Do you take dick as well as you suck it?” He asked as he gently began to thrust inside of me.
“You tell me,” I sighed, gripping the pillow beneath my head, “Fuck my ass as hard as you were fucking my mouth.”
With that, I felt him slam into me balls deep, and since my mouth wasn’t full this time I was free to vocalise my approval as much as I wanted.
“Oh my FUCK, yes!” I groaned as he fulfilled my request, giving my ass the same treatment he had given my throat.
“You have a really nice ass,” he complimented as he abused it.
“Thanks,” I gasped as he thrust on top of me, just as I heard the door open.
“Oh, that is AWESOME!” I heard my boyfriend say as he closed it behind him, “Looks like I came back just in time.”
“Mmm-hmm,” I moaned as removed his shoes and coat and made his way back over to the bed. Sean sat on the slide of it and watched us with a huge grin on his face.
“What do you think of my boyfriends ass?” He inquired.
“It’s pretty great,” Rich replied
“How’s that dick feel?” Sean asked me, moving down the bed so that he could lay with his face close to mine.
“Really good,” I moaned. He stroked my hair and kissed my forehead, asking sweetly,
“Is it gonna make you cum?”
“Yeah,” I panted as I jerked myself off.
“Do you want to cum in my mouth?” He offered.
“Mmm-hmmm,” I accepted.
“When he’s about to cum, lift him up,” Sean instructed to Rich, before looking back at me, “Tell us when you’re about to cum, okay?”
“Okay,” I agreed. Sean laid beside me, playing with my hair and kissing me.
“You make the hottest face when you’re getting fucked,” He praised, “I don’t always get to see it.”
“Thanks,” I panted, stroking myself vigorously.
“You getting close?” he whispered.
“Yeah,” I grunted, my eyes squeezed shut.
“Come on, babe,” he encouraged, “Shoot that fucking load for me.”
I felt myself coming up to the edge as Sean egged me on.
“Keep going…” he motivated, “Almost there, come on, almost-“
“I’m gonna cum,” I groaned, cutting his sentence off.
Rich lifted me up so that I was sitting up straight and Sean took me in his mouth just as I started to climax.
“Oh my god…yes,” I gasped as I shot my load into his mouth, “Holy fuck…”
He held it open so I could see my jizz splashed all over his tongue, then closed his mouth and swallowed, opening it again to show me that it was empty.
“God damn,” I panted as Sean licked his lips satisfactorily.
“I’m pretty close to cumming myself, can I keep going?” Rich requested.
“Go right ahead,” I agreed, bending over the bed again.
“Where do you want to cum?” He questioned as Rich went back to pounding me.
“In his ass,” Rich answered, nailing me with great determination.
“Sound good to you, babe?” Sean asked.
“As long one of you licks it out after,” I replied.
“Deal,” My boyfriend nodded, crawling over the bed to Rich and grabbing his face, French kissing him while he fucked me. It didn’t take long for Rich to start gasping and switching to short, rapid strokes.
“Fuck,” he whimpered, as I felt my insides get significantly warmer and gooier. He gave me a few more short thrusts and shuddered before gradually pulling out.
“You took like like a champ,” He commended me.
“Remember the deal,” Sean said as he got off the bed and pulled Rich down so that they were both on their knees behind me. I felt who I presumed to be Rich gently flicking my hole with his tongue, before Sean took over and began to much more aggressively rim me, eventually switched back to Rich, then back to Sean one last time before I was sufficiently cleaned.
I sighed happily as I laid down on the bed, Sean joining me in the middle and Rich laying on the other side, panting heavily.
“That was the best birthday gift I could have asked for,” Sean said gratefully as he hugged me.
“Actually, you still haven’t opened your gift yet,” I reminded him. He glanced at the wrapped box on the table and shrugged.
“I’ll open it tomorrow,” he said, pulling his shirt off and wrapping his arms around me, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. It was kinda expensive,” I admitted.
“No, I don’t mean for that, I mean for being cool with this,” He clarified, “You’re awesome.”
“Oh….well, you’re welcome again,” I repeated, “Although, you should actually be thanking Rich.”
“Good point,” Sean agreed, “Rich, thanks a lot, bud.”
Rich didn’t reply.
“Rich?” I said, looking over to see him dead asleep, snoring peacefully as he cuddled a pillow.
“That doesn’t surprise me. He was really tired earlier,” I sighed as I pulled the blanket over us.
“No kidding,” Sean agreed, turning to face me, “Can you kill the light?”
I leaned over and flicked the lamp off, darkening the room, then laid back down so that Sean could spoon me.
“Goodnight,” he said as he kissed the back of my neck.
“Goodnight,” I replied, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he reciprocated, cuddling up to me. The room was silent before he added,
“We are gonna be SO hung over tomorrow.”
“Without question,” I agreed.
But that was a problem for FUTURE us. For now it was time to drift off into a peaceful, deep, drunken, sleep.