Party Aftermath
Alex Pov
Once we got home, we both knew we needed to be honest with each other and talk about what had happened at the party and what had been going on before that. I asked Jeff how he could go behind my back and fuck my best friend? I thought we were happy, I told him, I thought our sex lives were good.
Jeff sank onto the couch, his shoulders slumped. “I don’t know how it started, Alex. One minute Ben and I were just flirting, and then...”
“And then what? You decided to fuck him? While I was at work, or thinking you were at work?” I paced the living room, my hands trembling. The memory of Jeff in ecstasy on Ben’s dad’s cock flashed through my mind, making my stomach churn with a confusing mixture of jealousy and arousal.
“It wasn’t like that,” Jeff said, running a hand through his hair. “The first time was at the club, remember? When you were dancing with your coworkers?”
I stopped pacing. “The club? You mean that night, months ago?”
Jeff nodded, not meeting my eyes. “Ben followed me to the bathroom. One thing led to another, and...” His voice trailed off. So how many times have you actually fucked my best friend?
“It’s hard to count,” Jeff finally answered, his voice quiet. “It started with just that one time, but then... we’d meet up whenever you were working late. Or he’d come over when you were out with friends.”
I felt like I’d been punched in the gut. All those times Jeff had said he was tired or had to work late – how many of those had been lies? How many times had Ben been in their bed, in their home?
“And what about Ben’s dad?” my voice cracked. “Was that planned too?”
Jeff shook his head quickly. “No, that just happened at the party. I swear. Max had never... we’d never done anything before that night.”
I sank into the armchair across from Jeff, needing distance. The betrayal cut deep, but something else gnawed at me, the undeniable arousal I’d felt watching Jeff with Ben and Ben’s dad.
I asked Jeff why he agreed to be the cumdump for everyone without talking to me first. If it were a fantasy that he had, he could have discussed it with me. We had been together for over 3 years at this point and thought we could discuss anything.
Jeff looked up at me, his eyes filled with something that might have been regret, or just exhaustion. “I love you and what we have together is great, but our sex lives are a little on the vanilla side after 3 years. I wasn’t sure what you would have thought of me if I had told you I wanted to be fucked by multiple men on the same night.”
I stared at him, trying to process this. We’ve been together for three years, Jeff, and you never once mentioned this fantasy. Had he been holding back all this time? The thought made my chest tighten.
“You could have told me,” I said, my voice softer now. “I would have listened.”
“Would you?” Jeff challenged, looking up at him. “Because when I suggested trying new things last year, you shut me down pretty quickly.”
I flinched. I remembered that conversation. Jeff had mentioned bringing toys into the bedroom to spice things up a bit.
I had to admit that I had been resistant to exploring. I’d been comfortable with our routine, our patterns. It had felt safe. But now I wondered if my own reluctance had driven Jeff to seek that excitement elsewhere.
“I told you I liked to bottom sometimes,” Jeff continued. “But you never seemed interested in switching things up.”
Heat crept up my neck. “You hardly ever ask. I thought you preferred topping.”
“Because you seemed to like it that way.” Jeff sighed, leaning forward. “Look, I’m not blaming you. This is on me. I should have been honest about what I wanted instead of going behind your back.”
I swallowed hard. The image of Jeff on that table, covered in cum, moaning as Ben fucked him, flashed through my mind again. The worst part was how much it had turned me on.
“I need to know something,” I said. What happens now? Do we break up so you can date Ben or his dad?
Jeff jumped up with a look of shock on his face. He held me, no Alex, he said, I don’t want to break up, I love you, and what we have together is important to me.
But I do miss getting fucked in the ass sometimes, he said. I told him I could top for him if he wanted. He looked at me sheepishly and told me he wasn’t sure how that would feel now after having Ben and his dad’s large cocks inside him, especially when they were fucking him at the same time.
I was getting a bit pissed off now. “So what? You want to open up our relationship so you can fuck others? I’m not enough for you anymore?” My voice rose despite my effort to stay calm.
Jeff winced at the accusation. “Of course you are. But Ben and Max...” he paused, running his hand through his hair, “they woke something in me. They made me feel things I hadn’t felt before.”
“What things?” I demanded, my heart hammering against my ribs.
“It’s like they were controlling me and I was just there for their pleasure.” Jeff’s eyes took on a distant look. “I loved it, I was their sub, to use how they liked. I enjoyed being used like that. Being told what to do.”
I stared at him, trying to reconcile this new side of Jeff with the man I thought I knew. The confident, take-charge Jeff who usually led in the bedroom seemed worlds away from the Jeff who loved getting fucked by a room full of men.
Jeff then reminded me that he seemed to recall bumping into me on the way up the stairs at the party with a certain blonde-haired stripper, and he could only guess what happened up there.
He also reminded me that I had enjoyed myself watching him being fucked by Ben and Ben’s dad. He was right, I had enjoyed it in the moment, but after I came, that’s when I started feeling regret. I wasn’t sure about it becoming a regular thing.
I told him I was going to lie down for a while as I didn’t get much sleep during the night. The emotional whiplash of the last twenty-four hours had left me drained, and my head throbbed with confusion.
“I might join you,” Jeff said with a sheepish look on his face. “I think I got even less sleep than you.”
I flinched at the implication. How many times had Jeff snuck out of our bed last night to be with Max? The thought made my stomach twist, but my cock twitched traitorously.
In the bedroom, I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling. Jeff hesitated before climbing in beside me, maintaining a careful distance between our bodies. The silence stretched between us, heavy with unspoken words.
“I never meant to hurt you,” Jeff finally whispered into the darkness.
I closed my eyes. “You slept with my best friend. I don’t know who I can trust anymore.”
Over the next few weeks, life seemed to be getting back to normal, both of us working hard, Jeff working late some nights, and we hadn’t really talked any more about what happened at the party and Jeff sleeping with Ben.
I had been ignoring Ben’s texts and calls as I really didn’t want to talk to him. How could he betray me like that, and then everything that happened at the party…
One evening after work, I opened the front door to find Ben standing there, his expression a mix of frustration and hurt.
“What the fuck, Alex?” Ben demanded, pushing his way inside without waiting for an invitation. “I’ve been trying to reach you for weeks.” My chest tightened as I closed the door. “I’ve been busy.”
“Bullshit,” Ben spat, turning to face me. “You’ve been avoiding me ever since the party. How do you think that makes me feel? We’re supposed to be best friends.”
The word “friends” hit me like a slap. “Friends don’t fuck each other’s boyfriends behind their backs,” I said, my voice low and dangerous.
Ben frowned, “Look, I know things got out of control at the party. We were all drunk and high, but you seemed into it at the time,” and I know fucking Jeff behind your back wasn’t cool either, but you’ve spoken to Jeff; he wasn’t getting what he needed from you, Alex.
Liam told me about you and him playing around at the party, but I guess that’s different. Yeah, I said, Liam isn’t your boyfriend, he’s your stepbrother, “I know that, but it’s still a bit rich”, Ben said.
I looked at him and realised, yes, I was being hypocritical. I had messed around with Liam at the party and fucked one of the strippers while judging Jeff for doing the same with Ben. The realisation made my anger deflate slightly.
“I told him how I felt,” I said, my voice quieter now. “That I was embarrassed I got off on watching Jeff getting used by you and your dad.”
Ben’s expression softened. He stepped closer and pulled me into a strong hug. I could feel the solid warmth of his body against mine, familiar and yet now charged with something new. He rubbed the back of my neck, his fingers pressing gently into the tense muscles there.
“We’ve been friends too long to let what happened at the party get between us,” he said, his breath warm against my ear.
I nodded against his shoulder, allowing myself to relax into the embrace.
Ben pulled back from the hug, his hands still resting on my shoulders. “So, talking about Jeff, where is your hunky boyfriend?” he asked with a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
I shot him a warning look. “I’m only joking,” Ben added quickly, raising his palms in surrender.
“Jeff’s working late,” I said, checking my watch. “Should be home in a couple of hours.” I hesitated, then added, “Do you want to stay for dinner? Have a few drinks?”
“Sure,” Ben replied, his face brightening. “Been too long since we just hung out.”
I grabbed us a beer from the fridge, and we settled into the couch, catching up on our lives over the last few weeks, the familiar sounds of cricket commentary filling the awkward silences between us. After an hour, I excused myself to prepare dinner, leaving Ben watching TV. I busied myself in the kitchen; chicken schnitzel and salad were the fare tonight, nothing fancy.
Jeff walked in the door just as I was setting the table. He kissed me and noticed Ben sitting in the lounge. He broke out into a huge smile and rushed over to give him a big hug. Ben, always one to push my buttons, kissing Jeff on the lips, I’ve missed you, Ben, Jeff was saying, where have you been?
Ben looked over at me and said I was waiting for Alex to ring me back, but since he was taking his time, I thought I would take the initiative and see why he had been so busy. Well, Jeff said I’m glad you are here now. Hopefully, we can all get back on track.
We had a good chat over dinner, smoothing things over, when Ben mentioned that Liam and Chris had asked about us and how we were doing. “Dad also asked how you guys were doing, so I had to come over. Hadn’t seen you in weeks.”
Ben took a swig of his beer, then set the bottle down with a soft clink. “I’m organising a weekend away soon, going up to our family cabin near Echuca on the Murray River. Just me, Dad and Liam—Chris is going to be away. You two should come.”
I felt a flicker of unease at the mention of Max. The memory of him with Jeff was still fresh, still complicated. “We’ll check our calendars and get back to you during the week,” I said, avoiding Jeff’s eyes. I needed to discuss this with him before committing to anything.
After dinner, we kept drinking and started watching a Netflix show. I got up to go to the toilet upstairs. I guess I had been gone a while and was making my way back to the lounge. I thought I heard kissing noises when I was getting a bit closer.
I stood frozen in the hallway, my brain struggling to process what I’d just heard, my cock starting to get hard. As I entered the living room, the tension was palpable. Ben was already standing, tugging at his jeans to hide his obvious erection, while Jeff remained seated, his face flushed.
“I should really get going,” Ben said, not quite meeting my eyes. “Early start tomorrow.”
I nodded, unable to form words as a wave of heat rushed through me. Had they been kissing? The thought should have angered me, but instead, it sent a confusing jolt of arousal to my cock.
After Ben left, I asked Jeff why Ben had suddenly needed to leave. “Did something happen while I was upstairs?”
“Don’t be silly,” Jeff replied, his voice a little too casual. “He just had to get up early for work tomorrow.”
I leaned in to kiss him goodnight and could taste beer and something else; the taste lingered on my tongue as we broke apart.
The next day, we sat at the kitchen counter over coffee, discussing Ben’s invitation.
“So, what do you think about the weekend at the cabin?” I asked, watching Jeff’s reaction carefully.
Jeff’s eyes lit up immediately. “I think we should go! We haven’t been away in ages, and Ben and his family are fun.” He took a sip of his coffee, a slight smile playing at his lips. “I’m sure we’d have a great time.”
My stomach tightened. I told him I was worried there’d be a repeat of what happened at the party, he told me not to worry that it was a once-off and that if anything did happen, we both would have to agree to it.
The following week, we confirmed with Ben that we were free and would love to come to his cabin. He told us to meet him at his place on Friday after work, and we would make our way up to Echuca, which was about a 3-hour drive from Melbourne.
I watched Jeff’s eyes as he talked about the weekend, a little too eager, a little too bright. There was something there, anticipation, excitement, that made me both nervous and curious. We had barely discussed what happened at the party, barely processed the revelation that my boyfriend and best friend had been sleeping together behind my back for months. Yet here we were, about to spend a weekend with the very people who had turned our relationship upside down.
Part of me wanted to cancel, to avoid the temptation and complications. But another part, a part I was still struggling to understand, wanted to see what would happen.
Friday arrived quickly. I packed light, just a weekend bag with some clothes and toiletries. Jeff had been distracted all day, checking his phone more than usual. When I asked who he was texting, he just shrugged and said it was work stuff.
We arrived at Ben’s place, and he met us outside. He told us Liam and Ben’s dad had left earlier in the afternoon to air out the place, and he would travel with us.
It was a great drive up, and we were just listening to music and chatting about our week. Ben mentioned that there were only 2 bedrooms in the cabin, so he might have to bunk in with Jeff and me, but the beds were big enough, he said, so there would be plenty of room. He told us we’d discuss the sleeping arrangements further when we get together with the others.
As we drove into the park where the cabin was, we could see Ben’s dad had already set up the BBQ on the deck and was starting to cook some food. As soon as we got out of the car, Ben’s dad came over to give us both a hug and welcomed us to the cabin. He was shirtless as it was a warm night and wearing some tight shorts, leaving very little to the imagination.
We went inside, and Liam was there making a salad to have with dinner. He was dressed very casually as well, with just a pair of skimpy shorts on; his sizable bulge couldn’t be missed.
Liam hugged us all and told us to make ourselves comfortable. “It’s a guy’s weekend, so we can dress as little as we want.” He winked at me, his eyes lingering for a moment too long.
My mouth went dry as I remembered our encounter at the party. I followed Jeff into the bedroom we’d been assigned, a spacious room dominated by a king-sized bed. The sight of it sent a wave of conflicting emotions through me, anxiety about what this weekend might bring, but also a flutter of anticipation I couldn’t quite suppress.
We changed into shorts and singlets, the warm evening air pleasant against my skin. When we rejoined the others, Liam handed us each a beer with a smile that seemed loaded with meaning.
“Help yourselves to anything here,” Liam said, his tone suggesting he wasn’t just talking about the food and drinks.
We joined Max out on the deck where he was cooking steaks on the BBQ.
We sat down to eat and had an easy conversation about how we’d been and hadn’t seen each other for quite a few weeks. Max brought up how he had the best time at Ben’s party, giving Jeff a wink. It was funny that Jeff blushed. Liam and Ben agreed it was an epic party and would be hard to top. I was still feeling a bit uneasy, but I agreed it was fun.
Ben was telling us about this new guy Mark he had been on a few dates with, apparently, he was a bit younger than us, but was tall, with brown hair and a nice-sized dick…lol. I asked Ben why he wasn’t here for the weekend, and Ben replied that he had asked him, but he was visiting his parents in Adelaide this weekend. It’s still all very new, let’s see how it goes, he said.
We cleared the table after dinner and moved to the lounge area to relax. Max brought out a couple of joints and started passing them around. The sweet, earthy scent filled the air as we each took turns inhaling deeply. After an hour, the edges of the world had softened, and a pleasant buzz hummed through my body.
“Hot tub time,” Max announced, standing up and stretching his muscular arms above his head.
I started to get up, intending to change into my swimming trunks, but stopped when I saw the others simply stripping down. Max and Liam pulled off their shorts without hesitation, their naked bodies on full display. Ben followed suit, tossing his clothes onto a nearby chair with casual confidence.
A moment of uncertainty passed through me. Would it be weird if Jeff and I were the only ones wearing swimwear? I glanced at Jeff, who was already stripping naked. I guess I couldn’t be the odd one out.
I sighed and pulled off my shorts and t-shirt, hyper-aware of everyone’s eyes on me. The night air kissed my bare skin as I followed the others to the hot tub nestled on the back deck. Steam rose from the bubbling water, ghostly in the dim outdoor lighting.
The water felt divine as I sank into it, bubbles massaging away the tension in my muscles. I sat between Ben and Liam, while Jeff settled across from me, next to Max. The water was beautiful, bubbling away. We were just relaxing, chatting and watching YouTube music on the TV.
Jeff’s eyes fluttered closed, his head tilting back in relaxation. Max casually stretched his arm along the edge of the tub, his hand resting on Jeff’s shoulder, a gesture that seemed both innocent and possessive. Ben’s dad now moved closer to Jeff.
My gaze dropped to the bubbling water where I could make out Liam’s erection beneath the surface. He caught me looking and smirked, deliberately stretching his legs and making it obvious he was hard. I was suddenly startled. Someone had started playing with my hard cock under the water; it was Ben trying to be subtle.
He looked at me, then looked towards Jeff and his dad, who also looked like his hand was under the water now. Ben sat up on the side for a bit. He said he was getting a bit hot, his cock was throbbing, he looked at me and smiled as if to say, you know you want it. I looked over at Jeff, who now had his eyes open and raised his eyebrows as if to say, it’s up to you.
That’s all I needed. I moved over a bit to Ben’s lap and licked his cock from top to bottom. I started sucking on his balls.
The pleasure was overwhelming as I took Ben’s hardening cock into my mouth, tasting the chlorinated water mixed with the saltiness of Ben’s skin. The familiar weight of it on my tongue sent a rush of blood to my own cock. I worked my mouth up and down the shaft, relishing Ben’s quiet moans above me.
Through half-closed eyes, I could see Jeff watching us intently from across the hot tub. Max’s arm had slipped from Jeff’s shoulder and was now clearly moving beneath the water. Jeff’s lips parted slightly, his breathing becoming more rapid.
I felt a strange mix of emotions as I continued pleasuring Ben: jealousy, arousal, and a newfound excitement I hadn’t expected. I’d never thought I’d be the type of person who would enjoy this kind of arrangement, yet here I was, my mouth full of my best friend’s cock while watching my boyfriend being touched by another man.
To be continued……
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