A Birthday Party with a twist ending. (MF, MMM) | 2016

January, 2003 on a cold Sunday morning found my apartment occupied by myself, Marie, Shelly and Greg. We'd gone to a concert the night before, and ended up at my place seeing how we could play with our orifices.

I'd had Sambuca for the first time, and it had thoroughly messed with me enough that when Greg entered me, as he often did nowadays, I had actually just joked a bit about it. Laughing at the fact that we'd assumed this whole situation...it didn't happen a great deal, in fact I could count on one hand the number of times we'd all gotten together.

However, Marie and I were a definite 'thing'. We didn't call ourselves "dating" yet, that would happen in March. However, she had extra clothes and toiletries at my apartment and I had a duffel bag at hers.

When I woke up, Marie was sprawled on the left side of the bed, naked and crashed. In the living room, I found Greg sleeping and naked on the couch. Shelly was sitting in the recliner, naked and reading my copy of "Laughing Corpse" by Laurell K. Hamilton. She glanced over the book as I came in the room.

"That's a signed copy, you know." I yawned

She glanced back and said, "I wasn't going to lick the thing, just reading it."

I went into the bathroom and pissed, then wiped off my equipment, catching a bit of a funk off of it (from the night before) I washed it as well.

When I walked back into the living room, Greg let out a massive snort and rolled over. I put a blanket over him and looked outside. The windows were next to where I put my two second hand (or third...or fourth, who knew) recliners.

Milwaukee was covered in snow. I remember it had started briefly after the concert. It must have come down a bit harder after. A cold hand reached over and grabbed my flaccid prick, and I inhaled sharply...probably twitched too.

Shelly pulled me over towards her, opening her mouth and taking me in. I let her, then began the ritual she liked, placing my hand on her head and pumping myself in and out of her mouth slowly. She liked to have this forcing/domination thing when it came to blowjobs. I'd actually fucked her twice, even though it was a bit difficult based on her weight and my lack of being overly hung. Greg seemed to get the job done though, when I was around for it.

My balls started to smack against her chin as I hurried my pace up. I felt a bit bad, I wasn't really in the mood to do anything, but she was into it. My head hit her palate several times, which was followed by a brief choke/gag noise.

She placed her hands on my ass and pulled me into her deeper. Her controlling method was to 'allow' me to pull back by releasing her grip. I responded by grabbing the back of her head, taking a handfull of her hair in my hand and pushing forward as hard as I could, mashing my groin into her lips and mouth.

Now that she'd gotten her initial gagging out of the way, I was able to easily keep myself all the way in her mouth and let her tongue work on me.

She removed her left hand from my cheek and put it down at her crotch. I could see her quickly moving her hand in her slit. This brought a moan out of her throat, which in turn brought me very, very close.

Close enough that only a few seconds later, I felt the boiling down in my sack. I decided to not try to foil it, and let it come out after only a couple more pumps in her mouth.

There wasn't much left in me, I know that a guy can only make so much cum in a day, and what I gave her wasn't much to speak of.

She continued moaning and playing with herself as she swallowed, and I let her keep me in my mouth while she finished off seconds later.

When I withdrew, she wiped her bottom lip and said, "Thanks...I needed that."

"What do you mean?"

She smiled, "I was worried I wouldn't get breakfast."

Grabbing some clothes, I jumped into the shower. The door opened while I was in there and Marie said, "Did you eat something weird yesterday?" I heard the toilet seat hit the toilet tank as she sat down.

"Why do you ask?"

"You came like a firehose. I think I'm still cleaning it out." She flushed.

The water got cold really quick, and I pre-empted the attack by shutting the water off.

I stepped outside to see Marie walking out and Greg walking in. I began towelling off as he urinated. "Mind if I jump in?" he asked.

"Knock yourself out." I walked back into the bedroom nude. Marie was lying nude on the bed reading an old issue of 2000 AD. She'd gotten into comics because I was into them. (I wonder if she still is) I dressed and briefly laid back down. I awoke a bit later to Marie dressed, holding my phone, "Who's Craig again?"

Craig had called me to ask if I'd come to a birthday party. He said that he and Jeff would be more than delighted if I could come over to their place on the following Friday night for the party.

Since Marie and I had gotten together, I hadn't been over to visit Jeff and Craig. I hadn't heard hide nor hair of Don either...but that night, I found all three of them there. They were delighted to meet Marie, and everyone seemed to be getting along great.

An hour or so into things, Marie said she wasn't feeling well, and would she mind if she took the Jeep back to her place. I asked if she wanted me to come with, she smiled and said, "Why don't you have a good time...see you in a while."

Jeff laughed a bit later and said, "Hey, the cat's away, wanna play?"

We went up to their bedroom while the rest of the guests remained in their ample rec room and den area. On the way there, an older black gentleman I'd met once or twice asked if he could join us. Jeff looked at me, I looked back and he said, "Sure, why not?"

I wasted no time at all shedding clothes as we walked in. I had entered first, and when I turned around, I saw Jeff taking his off as well. When he'd finished, I pushed him onto the bed, going straight for his already hard dick. It went into my mouth like no time had passed at all. He pressed his hands onto my shoulders and massaged lightly.

"Yeah, suck that dick boy." The other man's deep voice rumbled. I turned my head slightly, still mouthing Jeff's equipment and saw the man stroking himself next to us on the bed. In my youth, I'd slept with a black girl once, but never a black man.

The sight of his cock was a new experience to me. It was the same rich chocolate color of his skin, except for the tip which was a bright pink. He had a patch of very short hair around it, and his huge, pendulous balls rolled up and down over his leg as he moved his hand up and down.

Jeff's massaging hands brought me back to the task at hand, and I closed my eyes a bit to concentrate on things.

I felt the other man stand up, and I glanced to see him whisper something to Jeff, then kiss him. He went over to the bedside table and grabbed something, then walked back around to my still-raised ass.

The lube dribbled into my asscrack. I felt a finger come in, then a second. Greg was the last person in my backside, and it'd been almost three weeks prior. I hadn't gotten a good look at the man's equipment hard...he'd been stroking what appeared to be a flaccid cock on the bed.

It wasn't limp anymore. Once he removed the two fingers, a large, hard pressure started at my sphincter. There was a massive amount of lube, and once or twice I didn't think he was going to aim the right way.

Then, he did.

I bore down and he started to slide in, stretching me, then stretching me more. Then more. It was the widest I ever had, I knew immediately.

Jeff's twitching brought me back to my face, and my mouth was suddenly filled with his spunk. It was thick and sweet. I swallowed, and my swallowing somehow connected to my anus, and I felt the man at my back press in at least 5 inches. He'd probably worked it in, but I hadn't noticed...I was too concentrated on Jeff.

I leaned up slightly and he slid in another couple inches. I gasped, and Jeff quickly slid out from under me. He went to the side and watched as the other man pressed in. He whistled. "Gordon, don't break him, we like him."

He laughed, "Oh, I think this little bitch can handle the dick." He pushed in further. I was loving it.

The door opened behind us, "Jeff, come on down quick...I'd like to watch too, but Will's going to blow out his candles." Craig said.

Jeff dressed and left while Gordon pressed in and out of me. Every withdrawal stroke burned a little, but waves of pleasure went up me.

Over and over he went in and out. I began pushing myself back against him, and tried to bury him further when he was in.

His thrusting started to get a bit more awkward. I felt some sweat dripping onto my ass as his rhythm went to hell, but his thrusting came harder and harder. I fell forward a bit on one, noticing how hard my cock had gotten.

He finally pushed all the way inside and I felt his cock inflate, gouting his seed inside me. My own cock shuddered with every shot he pumped inside.

He hunched over me, then grabbed me about the waist and whipped me around, then sat on the edge of the bed with me on his lap. He kissed my back and reached around me, rubbing me lazily.

The door opened and a girl ran in, quickly to the bathroom. Gordon didn't quit kissing me as we heard the toilet flush. The girl came back out, and it registered what was on the bed.

She just stared. After a minute or two, she sat down on a chest near the door and said, "mind if I watch?"

"Go right ahead" I said. I started raising and lowering on Gordon, who appeared to enjoy it.

The girl just watched.

5 years, 8 months later, I married her.