STEPHEN:

    Although I was the kind of man who preferred not to make a huge deal out of my birthdays, this year it was my 55th, so my wife and kids wanted to throw me a proper party. It took place on a Wednesday evening at our house, which was just big enough to accommodate most of our neighbors, family, and friends.

    Even though people pretended I was their main topic of conversation, there was a juicier story being spread: that of the O'Haras' divorce. After three decades together, people were shocked to hear about the split of Neil and Tiffany, the latter of which wasn't in attendance at my party. 

    "How you doing, buddy?" I asked Neil in the kitchen when we got a chance to talk one-on-one. We were both aware people were gossiping about his personal life, and I wanted to check how he was coping with it.

    "I'm alright," he said, but when I put my hand on his shoulder I could feel the tension there. "Ahhh, that feels nice," Neil groaned softly and began to relax as I kneaded his shoulders for a few seconds.

    "Dad, if you're giving out massages can I go next?" my younger son Rory said as he entered the kitchen to help himself to a fresh beer.

    "It's MY birthday, aren't I supposed to be the one RECEIVING the massages?" I laughed.

    "You'll get your turn. Keep going for now," Neil told me, beckoning me to continue the shoulder rub. I wasn't sure if it was only in my head, but my buddy seemed to be getting bossier ever since… well, since the time I sucked his dick while he called me a "fuckin' cocksucker." It wasn't where I ever expected our relationship to go, but I was intrigued by it; and he was my best friend, so I felt safe with him.

     I indulged Neil and gave him a massage for about five minutes, while my son stood there and watched and talked to Neil about Rory's new house on Stag Meadow Lane. Then, I gave Neil a cheeky smack on the ass and I returned to the party so I could continue to mingle with the rest of my guests. After a couple of hours – and more than a couple of beers – I needed to piss so I went upstairs to use the en-suite bathroom adjoined to the master bedroom. There, I bumped into Neil, who was on his way out and wiping his wet hands on his jeans.

    "Sorry. The bathroom downstairs was taken," he explained.

    "No need to say sorry, man. My house is like yours, you know that," I said, passing him in the bathroom doorway and going for a piss. This was far from the first time I was taking a leak in front of my friend, so I wasn't embarrassed in the slightest.

    "I think I might head home," Neil said, still sounding a bit haggard.

    "So early?" I asked as I held my cock and watched the piss pouring down into the toilet. "It's not even midnight yet."

    "I'm tired. I'm an old man now," he said with uncharacteristic self-deprecation.

    "Not this shit again," I rolled my eyes. "C'mon, what can we do to make you feel better?"

    "Well… that massage did feel good," my buddy said suggestively. I smiled as I squeezed the last few drops of piss from my cock and tucked it back into my pants.

    "Go get on the bed and you can have a little more of that," I said. He looked at me with a slightly tipsy sparkle in his eye.

    "Just make sure you wash your hands first," he teased, and we both laughed. He climbed onto the bed face down, and a moment later I was getting on behind him.

    "Up on your knees for a sec," I said. "That shirt should come off if you really want a good massage." Neil sat back, which put his back right up against my chest. I reached around him and grabbed the front hem of his shirt, pulling up slowly. He lifted his big arms so that I could slide the shirt up his torso and then fully off. I tossed it onto the bed next to us as he got back down, waiting for me to get started.

    For about five minutes, I gave my friend a vigorous massage, moving from his neck to his shoulders and then halfway down his back. When I started to move lower, toward his hips, Neil surprised me by quickly flipping over onto his back. We stared at one another for one long, frozen moment. Then, he reached up to grab the back of my neck and pulled me down onto him. Our lips were suddenly pressed together and our tongues were battling for entry into one another's mouths.

    I shifted my weight so our bodies were pressed together, and I felt what I'd hoped to feel: the throbbing length of Neil's hard-on in his pants. I quickly moved to press my own erection up against his, and we ground our hips together in the same rhythm that was driving our makeout session.

    After a few minutes, Neil grabbed me and flipped us over, and he was on top of me for a while. That felt... wild. He was so big, heavier than me. If he'd wanted to keep me pinned down, it would have been a struggle for me to even try to escape. But his weight wasn't restricting me, it was more like he was just putting me in the position he wanted. After some more kissing, he sat back, straddling my hips and rubbing his bulge with one hand. 

    "You wanna suck my dick again, buddy?" Neil asked, grinning mischievously like we were two teenagers sneaking a moment. My birthday party was still going on downstairs, but that wasn't going to stop me from enjoying this present that had fallen onto my lap.

    "Fuck yeah," I responded eagerly. "Whip that monster out." My friend looked pleased at how I'd referred to his endowment, and proceeded to extract his hard prick from his fly. I reached up and stroked it as it throbbed in the air above my chest. The tip was already glistening with his precum. I wasn't going to be able to get much of it in my mouth, the way he was on top of me. So Neil moved around, staying in a kneeling position on the bed, while I got on my hands and knees in front of him. My bud reached his hand to the back of my head, and slowly but firmly pulled my face toward his dick. I opened my mouth and he continued bringing me closer while his shaft slid into my mouth, along the length of my tongue.

    When Neil's thick knob hit the back of my throat, I gagged a little and he paused, but only for about half a second. When he pushed in again, it was harder and I barely had a chance to steel myself before I felt my throat expanding to its limit, to accommodate my buddy's meaty cock.

    "Oh fuck yes, Stephen..." Neil groaned, hissing in a breath. "That feels so fuckin' good. Your throat is warm and tight." Now it was my turn to feel pleased at my friend's compliment. Hearing him say that it felt good to fuck my throat... it sent a shiver down my whole spine and I felt my nuts tingle. My brain was going wild, from the erotic charge, the controlled panic of having something massive pushed into my throat, and the feeling of my own throbbing dick inside my pants.

    Neil found a pace that worked for him and luckily I was able to accommodate it. We'd been going at it for a little while… when the bedroom door suddenly burst open. I cursed myself for forgetting to lock it. I'd just come in here to piss and then had become focused on Neil.

    Luckily, it was Rory, who paused in the middle of saying he needed to come in and use the bathroom. He apologized for interrupting before stopping in his tracks as he fully realized what was going on. He quickly took a step forward and shut the door behind him, a look of stunned amusement on his face.

    Neil had stopped thrusting, though three-quarters of his cock was already embedded in my throat when he did. I made eye contact with my son as best I could, and I can only imagine how that looked to him: his own father, bug-eyed and caught with a dick in his mouth.

    "Don't... don't stop on my account," Rory said softly. I glanced over at him again, to see him grabbing his crotch with one hand and reaching behind himself to lock the bedroom door with the other. 

    "That's my boy," I thought. Neil picked back up with the throat-fucking without missing another beat. If he was surprised to see my son acting like this was no big deal, he wasn't letting it faze him. My neighbor had no idea how close my sons and I had become recently. And I hadn't mentioned my latest adventures with Neil to Rory and Taylor yet. I guess at least one of those cats was out of the bag now.

    "Damn, Neil," Rory said softly, stepping closer to the bed and getting a closer look at our neighbor's cock as it sank repeatedly into my mouth. "You're pretty thick."

    "Yeah, and your daddy takes it just fine," Neil replied, tightening his grip on the back of my head as he spoke to my son.

    I heard another zipper and I knew that Rory was getting out his own big dick. It gave me another surge of pleasure knowing that my son was getting off on watching me get face-fucked in my own bedroom. 

    "You like seeing your daddy sucking dick?" Neil asked Rory right before he slammed hard into my throat, shoving my nose into his bushy pubes.

    "Fuck yeah, it's so hot to watch this," my son replied, and I heard the wet sound of him jerking his cock.

    "Yeah, he's a greedy cocksucker, ain't ya, Stephen?" Neil growled, briefly removing his hand from the back of my head in order to slap my face. As if he was reprimanding me for not replying fast enough, even though I hadn't even had a chance.

    "Mmhmm," I moaned, the sound muffled by the slick fuckstick plunging down into me. All of a sudden, Neil pulled his whole cock out, leaving me gasping for air, drool pouring out of my mouth in a thin stream, down onto the bed. Then, I felt Neil's cock hit the side of my face, making a wet slapping sound. My neighbor was grabbing my head by the hair now, pulling it up more so that he could whip his dick across my face in both directions. I could see Rory standing next to him, looking down at me and beating his meat with rapid strokes.

    "This man is a slut for cock," Neil said. "Just look at that, he can't even wait to slurp it back down." It was true, even as my friend flopped his hard-on across my chin, I was extending my tongue, trying for even the quickest lick as it slapped down onto another part of my face.

    Then, Neil turned my head by tugging my hair to one side. It didn't hurt, but I knew I'd be feeling this in the morning. I found myself staring right at my son's cock, just a few inches from my mouth.

    "Your son's got a bigger cock than you, do you see that?" Neil asked, acting pleased with himself that he was making a father stare right at his own son's boner. "Rory's hung, but he sure doesn't get that from you, cocksucker." I had to admit that stung a little, though I took comfort in the fact that all three of us knew my dick wasn't that much different than Rory's. Was it?

    My horniness escalated. Neil was clearly worked up as well. His cock seemed to get even harder as he forced me to stare at Rory's dick. Neil then turned my head back toward himself and shoved his tool back into my throat, balls-deep in one thrust. I was barely able to handle it, but I recovered quickly and braced myself for another round of being used.

    "Oh shit!" Neil shouted loudly. Were it not for the music playing at the party, everyone in the house would have heard him. I felt my friend start to unload down my gullet, the warmth of his load sliding slowly toward my stomach.

    "Unhhhh..." I heard my son groan from a few feet away, and I knew he was cumming as well, getting off on his dad swallowing his longtime buddy's thick load. I felt a surge of disappointment, only a second later realizing that I'd been hoping Rory would blow his load onto my face. I would have loved for Neil to see that.

    The grip on my hair slowly loosened as Neil's climax began to subside, and a moment later his thick tube slid back out, slapping against his thigh as it began to soften. I swallowed the final remains of his load that lingered in the back of my throat, and sat back on my knees, catching my breath. I glanced over and saw Rory shaking the last few drops of cum from his cock, watching them splash down to join the rest of his load on the floor.

    I glanced back up at Neil, who was also looking at the mess Rory had made. His eyes met mine and then he grinned at me again, looming very amused.

    "Lick it up," he barked at me, angling his head down to make it clear he meant for me to lap up my son's jizz from the bedroom floor. He was clearly seeing how far he could push things, and I wasn't about to disappoint my friend.

    I got down onto the floor and leaned my face in, and I heard Neil gasp softly as I began to lick up Rory's warm, thick load from the floor while they both watched, tugging at their half-hard cocks.

    "There, that's your present," Neil said, stepping onto my head and pressing it against the cum-covered floor. "Happy fuckin' birthday, you cum guzzler."​​