Ben's Birthday Party
Jeff Pov
From the first time I laid eyes on Alex in that nightclub, I knew he was the one for me. He was handsome in a geeky sort of way; just something about him made me feel at ease. He was easy to talk to, easy on the eyes, and a good kisser. I couldn’t wait to see him again after that first night.
When I got to know Alex better, I realized how sweet and caring he was. The way he’d bring me coffee in bed on weekend mornings or text me during the day to check how I was doing – those little things meant everything. Moving in together was a no-brainer after six months. It felt right.
Meeting Ben was interesting; Ben was charming, good-looking, and flirty as hell. At first, I wondered if there had been something between them in the past, but Alex assured me they were just friends. Ben was definitely handsome, with that scruffy beard and those knowing eyes. I couldn’t help but notice how his gaze would linger on me a bit longer than normal sometimes.
I enjoyed the attention, to be honest. Ben was touchy-feely – a hand on my shoulder, a playful pat on my ass when Alex wasn’t looking. Don’t get me wrong – I loved Alex completely; I would never do anything to hurt him. But there was something about Ben that stirred something in me I couldn’t quite explain.
The way his eye contact was a second too long and then gave me a smirk, if we were sitting next to each other, he would make sure our legs were touching, if he was passing behind me, he would make sure his package rubbed against my ass, or his fingers would brush against mine when passing me a beer.
At the time, I thought I was probably reading too much into it; it was probably nothing, just Ben being Ben, but it did make me feel alive in a different way.
It was probably two years into my relationship with Alex that things with Ben escalated. Alex, Ben, and a couple of Alex’s workmates were at our usual club on Smith Street. It was pretty late in the evening, and we were all very drunk. We were all laughing and dancing together, Alex spending a bit of time with his work friends.
I needed to go to the toilet, so I headed upstairs. I was standing at the urinal getting a flow going when another guy stood really close to me on the right side, our arms touched, we were that close. I looked over, almost going to say something about giving me some space, and I noticed it was Ben, just standing there with a smirk on his face, watching me piss.
“Nice equipment,” he said, his voice low enough that no one else in the restroom would hear. “Always wondered what Alex was getting at home.”
I felt a flush that wasn’t entirely from the alcohol. I finished quickly, tucking myself away with slightly clumsy fingers. “Thanks, I guess,” I replied, trying to sound casual despite the hammering in my chest.
Ben washed his hands beside me, our eyes meeting in the bathroom mirror. “You know,” Ben said, leaning in slightly, “Alex has always been the cautious one. But you... I get the feeling you might be a bit more adventurous.”
I swallowed hard. “What makes you say that?”
“Just a hunch,” Ben replied, his lips curving into that knowing grin that made my stomach flip. “The way you look at me sometimes when Alex isn’t looking.” I know that, look, Jeff. I felt my face grow hot. The bathroom suddenly seemed too small, too warm.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, but my voice betrayed me, coming out husky and uncertain.
Ben stepped closer, close enough that I could smell his cologne mixed with sweat from dancing. “Don’t you? I’ve seen how you watch me when Alex is distracted. How your eyes follow me around the room.” He reached out, his fingers brushing against my wrist. “I’m not complaining.”
My heart hammered against my ribs. This was Alex’s best friend—the line we absolutely shouldn’t cross. And yet I couldn’t deny the electric current running between us.
“We shouldn’t,” I managed to say, though I didn’t move away.
“Probably not,” Ben agreed, his eyes never leaving mine. “But I think we both want to.”
Before I could react, Ben grabbed my wrist and pushed me into one of the cubicles. The door slammed behind us, and Ben pushed me up against the wall, our bodies pressing together in the confined space. My breath caught in my throat as Ben’s lips hovered just inches from mine.
“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” Ben whispered, his voice rough with desire.
Before I could respond, Ben closed the distance between us, his mouth crashing against mine with an urgency that left no room for hesitation. I knew I should push him away, that this was wrong on so many levels, but instead, I found myself giving in, kissing him back, my hands gripping Ben’s waist.
The kiss was nothing like the ones I shared with Alex. Where Alex was more tender, Ben was all heat and demand, his tongue pushing into my mouth possessively. I moaned softly, the sound muffled by the music pulsing through the club walls.
Ben’s tongue was playing with mine, his hand sliding down to cup my ass through my jeans. I groaned into his mouth, my body betraying me as I pressed against him. The rational part of my brain was screaming that this was wrong, that Alex was just downstairs, but the alcohol and Ben’s skilful touch were drowning out those warnings.
“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” Ben murmured against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. “Alex doesn’t need to know everything, does he?”
I pulled back slightly, my breathing ragged. “Ben, I—”
“Shhh,” he whispered, pressing a finger to my lips. “No overthinking. Just feel.”
His hand moved between us, palming my hardening cock through my jeans. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through my body, making my knees weak. Ben smirked. He knelt and undid my belt and zip, pulling my hard cock out.
His mouth was on my cock in seconds, warm and wet as he sucked me in. I gripped the wall behind me, trying to keep my balance as he worked his magic. Ben was skilled, his tongue swirling around my shaft as he looked up at me with those knowing eyes. His hands felt up my ass, he was running a finger down my ass crack, he looked up at me with a dirty grin, and put his middle finger in my mouth. I sucked it in, getting it all wet. He took the finger out and rubbed it around my hole, slowly slipping it in.
“Fuck,” I whispered, threading my fingers through his hair.
The danger of the situation only heightened the sensation. Alex was downstairs, probably wondering where we’d gone. Anyone could walk in. Yet I couldn’t bring myself to stop Ben as he took me deeper, his throat relaxing to take the length of my cock.
I bit my lip to keep from moaning too loudly. Ben’s finger was working my hole, while he bobbed his head faster. The sight of my cock disappearing into Alex’s best friend’s mouth was almost too much to bear.
I wasn’t going to last long, “I’m close,” I warned. Ben’s mouth worked my cock, it was clear he was an expert at giving head, his tongue sliding along the underside as he took me to the back of his throat. My head fell back against the bathroom stall, my breath coming in short gasps.
“Shit, Ben, I’m going to—”
I couldn’t finish the sentence before my orgasm crashed through me. Ben didn’t pull away, swallowing shot after shot of my cum with appreciative moans. When he finally released my softening cock, he looked up with a self-satisfied grin.
“Told you,” Ben said, wiping his mouth as he rose to his feet. “I knew you’d be fun.”
My heart hammered against my ribs as reality came flooding back. What had I done? Alex was downstairs, probably wondering where we’d disappeared to. Guilt twisted in my stomach, but beneath it was something else—excitement. I knew I was going to do this again.
“We quickly dressed and made our way back to the dance floor. Alex was still dancing with his workmates. I doubt if he even noticed we were gone.
It was a few weeks later when I saw Ben again. Alex had asked him to come over to watch Drag Race, but he got caught up at work. When Alex walked in, I felt a jolt of guilt that quickly subsided when he smiled at me. He looked tired from his day at work, but pleased to see us both.
“Hey, babe,” he said, kissing me briefly before dropping onto the couch beside Ben. Glancing at the show, he asked, “Who’s going home this week?”
I watched as Ben casually draped his arm along the back of the couch, his fingers touching Alex’s shoulder. My mouth went dry.
“Diamond Envy,” Ben replied, his eyes flicking to me with that knowing look that made my stomach tighten. “Your boyfriend’s been keeping me entertained.”
The way he said “keeping me entertained” made my face flush. I turned toward the kitchen. “Anyone want a beer?” “Definitely,” Alex called back. “Long day.”
In the kitchen, I pressed my palms against the cool countertop, trying to remain calm. It had only been 20 minutes since I had been on the floor with Ben behind me and his thick cock up my ass, fuck it was hot.
I’m usually the top when Alex and I have sex, although sometimes we do switch it up, but something about Ben made me want to submit to him. I wanted to feel his cock inside me. I felt guilty, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Ben’s hot body and the way he controlled me.
I returned to the living room with three beers, my heart still racing. As I handed them out, Ben’s fingers brushed against mine deliberately, lingering just a second too long. I glanced at Alex, but he was focused on the lip sync happening, oblivious to the silent exchange.
“Thanks, babe,” Alex said, taking a long sip.
I settled on the armchair across from them, needing distance. The memory of Ben’s cock in my ass was still fresh in my mind. His cock had been thicker than Alex’s; the thought of his cum still in my ass made me shift uncomfortably in my seat.
“Everything okay?” Alex asked, finally noticing my discomfort.
“Yeah, just tired,” I lied, avoiding Ben’s amused gaze.
“Mmm, I bet,” Ben murmured, low enough that only I could hear it.
Hey, my birthday is coming up in a few weeks, Ben says, and you guys are definitely invited. Dad’s organising it with Liam and Chris, you can sleep over too, the guest room next to my bedroom will be set up for you guys.
“Sounds fun,” I replied, my eyes lingering on Ben for a moment too long. “I’ve never been to a party at your parents’ place before.”
Alex nodded enthusiastically. “His dad’s place is amazing. The pool area is like something out of a magazine.”
“Oh, it’s nothing special,” Ben said with false modesty. “Just your basic heated pool, outdoor kitchen, and entertainment area with surround sound. You know, the essentials.”
As he laughed, I felt a flutter of anticipation in my stomach. The thought of spending the night under the same roof as Ben—with Alex sleeping right beside him—sent a confusing mixture of guilt and excitement coursing through my veins.
“So, who else is coming?” I asked, taking another swig of his beer.
Ben’s eyes twinkled mischievously. “Just a few friends, my brothers and dad will probably want to stay, I doubt mum will hang around all night, he said.
The day of Ben’s birthday arrived faster than I expected. As we pulled into the driveway of the impressive suburban home, I felt a strange mix of emotions churning in my stomach. Excitement, guilt, and a perverse thrill at the thought of seeing Ben again, especially in his family home.
Ben greeted us at the door, beaming. “You made it!” He hugged Alex first, then pulled me into an embrace that lasted a little too long.
Ben’s parents were very accommodating and loved having all of Ben’s friends over to celebrate his birthday.
Their house was huge: 5 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, 2 large living spaces, and a huge outdoor space with a big swimming pool. I’m glad we were given one of the bedrooms; it was going to be a pretty messy party, from what Alex was saying —lots of booze and a few joints would be going around. There was no way we were going to be fit to drive home.
Ben introduced us to some of his friends, his brothers, and his dad, Max. I could see where they all got their good looks from. Max was stunning; he was in his early 60s but could easily pass for someone in their late 40s. You could tell he went to the gym regularly, and it looked like he had quite the package downstairs as well.
Jeff, Ben’s dad, was saying, great to meet you, he had his hand on my back, giving it a bit of a caress. I’ve heard a lot about you. I looked at Ben, who just smirked at me. His hand cupped my ass cheeks, and I started to wonder what I had gotten myself into.
Ben’s dad kept his hand on my lower back, his fingers warm and firm through my shirt. “Ben says you’re an accountant? We should talk shop sometime.”
“Sure,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady as Ben’s dad finally removed his hand. There was something about the older man’s gaze that felt almost predatory, like he was sizing me up in ways that had nothing to do with professional credentials.
Chris and Liam approached, each holding bottles of beer. “Don’t let Dad bore you with accounting talk,” Chris said, handing me a cold beer. “It’s a party, for fuck’s sake.”
“Shut up, you little shit,” their father said good-naturedly, cuffing Chris on the back of the head. “Some of us have actual careers instead of just hammering nails all day.”
The easy banter between them told me their relationship was based on Max being more friends with his sons rather than a traditional father-son type of relationship.
Liam told me they were going to be playing water volleyball soon and asked me if I wanted to change upstairs. He grabbed my arm and told me he had to change, too, before I could say anything. I’ll show you where to go. I grabbed my swimming shorts from my bag, and Liam pointed to a room to change. I walked in after Liam, and he locked the bedroom door.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest as Liam moved closer.
“Just getting changed,” Liam replied with a grin, his eyes never leaving mine as he stripped off his shirt and jeans. “Don’t mind me.”
I couldn’t stop myself from looking at Liam. I started changing into my own swim shorts. Liam’s body was smooth and muscular and was now on full display beside me. The room suddenly felt too small, too warm, as Liam made no effort to hide his large, growing cock.
“Ben told me about you,” Liam said, his voice dropping to a suggestive tone. “Said you were... adventurous.”
My stomach tightened. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Don’t you?” Liam stepped closer, his cock rubbing against my leg. “The way you looked at my dad downstairs... I’ve seen that look before.
“I stepped back, my back bumping against the bed. “Look, I’m with Alex. I’m not—”
“Not what?” Liam interrupted, his hand reaching out to touch my nipple. “Not interested? Your body says otherwise.”
He wasn’t wrong. Despite my guilt, despite knowing Alex was just downstairs, my cock was rock hard in my swim shorts. I glanced down at the obvious bulge, then back up at Liam’s knowing smirk.
He moved in and kissed me, his tongue opening my mouth. I couldn’t resist. He kneeled quickly and removed my shorts, giving my cock and balls a lick.
“No one has to know. Just like no one knows about you and Ben.”
My heart skipped a beat. He spun me around, my face in the cushion on the bed. Oh fuck, I’ve wanted to taste this since you first walked in today, he said. He started to lick around my hole, I started to moan, I knew you would love this he said. Liam’s laugh was low and throaty. I’m not sure what took over me, but I told him I wanted his cock, please, please fuck me. You don’t have to ask me twice, Liam laughed.
Liam squirted some lube on his thick cock and positioned himself behind me. The cool sensation of the lube against my hole made me shiver with excitement. Liam pressed in, the head of his cock stretching me out.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my forehead pressing against the cushions as Liam pushed deeper.
The bedroom filled with the sound of our heavy breathing as Liam began to thrust. I bit my lip to keep from moaning too loudly. The last thing I needed was Alex hearing me getting fucked in the bedroom by Ben’s stepbrother.
“God, you’re tight,” Liam whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “Ben was right about you.”
My mind raced. What exactly had Ben told his family about him? The thought should have worried me, but instead, it sent another jolt of excitement through my body. He started fucking me harder, getting a good rhythm going. He reached under and grabbed my cock; he started to wank my cock. It wasn’t going to take long for me to cum, I was moaning and cumming as Liam thrust in one last time, filling me up with this hot load.
Fuck, I thought, Alex is going to come looking for me. Liam kissed me and told me to relax. I hope we can do this again; he walked naked through to the bathroom. I quickly put my shorts on and went downstairs to join the others. I noticed Alex wasn’t around, and I felt some relief that he wasn’t looking for me.
To be continued……
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