Historic Cum.
A birthday treat.
Written by T.G. Knight
"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday, Uncle Daveeeee, Happy Birthday to you!"
The twins launch themselves at my giant birthday cake, spluttering all over it trying to blow out my candles.
Gotta love friends who don’t know you anymore. I haven’t eaten sugar since 2010. When Lucy was born and my best friend stopped being a daddy and went full-on DAD. He was 42 when he and that dickhead ex of his decided they wanted to be parents. Ew. He's 62 now. A single parent with a 17-year-old and twin 6-year-olds. I do love my goddaughters, but fuck am I glad the parental cult never got Ben and me.
Ben looks at me, and ever so subtly raises an eyebrow. Translation: "They need to leave now."
"Oh, wow, look at the time!” I say, looking animatedly at my watch. "You guys probably need to get home to get these two ready for bed?" I say, tickling the girls who jump off my lap and run to the other room, giggling.
"You need us to leave so you can have your actual birthday celebration?" Luke smirks at me. He may know me after all.
"What do you mean? This is my birthday. With you and the girls!”
"Shut up, I know that Ben's taking you to Horse Fair, so he can whore you out for your birthday."
He whispers the last part, so the girls don't overhear him. Ben and I awkwardly laugh as if we have just been caught out in a lie.
"I envy you two," Luke says, staring off into the distance. "No one wants my historic cum anymore," he sighs.
"Fuck off, you're 62, not 100! All you need to do is actually leave the house and you’ll see the men who would love to be COVERED in your ‘historic cum’,” I say sarcastically, while I wiggle my fingers in exaggerated quotation marks.
I see his cheeks flush with embarrassment. He’s always been a good-looking guy: big, broad shoulders; dark hair, now more grey, but still sexy pushed back off his face. And I’m convinced he’s packing the biggest fucking hog. We’ve been friends for 40-odd years and, tragically, I’ve still never seen it. But I’ve had my suspicions ever since Tenerife, when I heard him take the bartender back to his room. Those moans could only mean one thing.
"Have Lucy take care of the kids tonight and come with us!" I smirk at Luke and I see a glint in his eye. I've got him.
***
I feel a tug on the collar around my neck, the cold metal chain of the leash against my back as I am pulled into a swarm of hands grabbing at my near-naked body. The hood over my head giving me nothing but pitch black, but the thick smell of men in the air is able to sneak through the material, making my cock twitch.
I am slowly paraded through the sea of people, wearing my black harness, white sports socks, and my favourite white jockstrap that I know accentuates my best feature.
The feeling of bodies pressed against me as I am pulled across the room, hands grabbing at my ass and pinching my nipples. The blackout hood takes away my sight but heightens every other sense, making me so incredibly horny.
I am stopped and a couple of forceful hands manoeuvre me around and push me gently into a swing. I feel my legs pulled up and placed in the stirrups. My hole now open to the room.
I feel a presence near my head and a low whisper in my ear. "Happy Birthday Baby," Ben whispers, as he plants a kiss on my mouth through the fabric.
A hand starts massaging my hole while another starts playing with my already hard nipples. I feel the warmth of a mouth around my feet, the nose taking in all the scent from my trainers today. I knew they were going to be a good choice. The sensations sending waves of pleasure through my body.
A sudden warmth and pain radiate from my hole as I feel something hard push into me, forcing out a moan. I could recognise that cock anywhere. My husband.
My ass has memorised every curve and vein of that beautiful cock. It's what drew me to him in the first place, 33 years ago. I saw him subtly stroking it at Carnaby Street toilets while I was on my “lunch break” and I knew that cock would be mine for life.
Ben's hands grip my legs in a way that lets me know it is him. He starts slow, knowing my body and what I need, pushing himself deeper into me, stretching me wide for him and preparing me for what is to come. The hands around my body move faster and caress every inch of me.
I feel Ben pull out of me as he gives me a reassuring squeeze of my calf. It isn’t long before another man enters me. This one is less girthy, but longer than the cock I know so well, giving me a different sensation in my body than before.
A hand tilts my head to the side and lifts the hood just enough to expose my mouth as a cock brushes up against my lips. My mouth instantly falls open, my tongue searching for the meat to envelop my mouth. The cock thrusts into my mouth, hitting my throat in the same moment as the stranger rams himself into me. A synchronised attack on my senses.
My body burns with hunger. I want it all, to be fucked, used and abused for one thing. Their pleasure. Whoever they are. The stranger fucks my ass, slapping my thighs as his thrusts get faster.
I feel a hand reach into my jockstrap to expose my caged cock. My birthday present to myself, a custom-built gunmetal grey cage. Containing me and diverting all the attention to my ass. Tonight isn’t for my cock. Tonight is for their cocks.
I am but a servant for their needs.
I have lost count of how many cocks have entered me, or how much time has passed. I don’t know how much more my body can take, but my mind doesn’t want to stop.
My tongue recognises Ben's cock as it enters my mouth, my spit pooling at the corners of my mouth. I taste the men he has had tonight, mixed with the loads I have already swallowed. The taste makes me ravenous for more.
I feel my ass stretch as another member enters me. This one girthy, stretching me open as it pushes into me with a deep grunt. My head falls back, exposing my throat now for full use.
Ben repositions himself to get a better angle and wraps his hand around my throat. Fucking my mouth, he pushes past my gag reflex, his voice cutting through the noise of the room.
"Yes baby. That is my Good Boy." he moans. "Take us both in.”
His voice seems to spur on the stranger who is deep inside me, his thrusts getting quicker. I feel the man’s body on top of mine, still inside me, his thrusts not slowing down. His tongue joins mine wrapped around my husband’s cock before his mouth moves to my ear.
"You ready for this historic cum?” I can hear the massive smirk in his voice.
The realisation of which two men are currently inside me hits me like a slap across the face. Both men speed up. My cock battles against the cold cage. My balls are heavy and pulsating. I can’t stop it, the cum oozes out of my imprisoned dick. My body spasms as I feel both men empty themselves inside me, their grunts loud and guttural. My moans are stifled as my mouth is still full. I taste the familiar cum as it shoots into my mouth and slowly glides down my throat, whilst my ass tightens around the cock inside me, feeling it empty, adding to the collection from the evening.
Luke's body collapses on top of mine, his naked torso smearing my cum and sweat between us.
"Thank you," he says, trying to catch his breath. “I am not as ancient as I thought.” He giggles.
Ben pulls out of my mouth, still full of cum, then leans in and kisses me. Our tongues wrestle one another through the sweet and salty nectar of the gods.
Happy 60th to me.
This story was written as part of a Naked Men Talking Writing Workshop, in response to the prompt "Historic Cum". Copyright remains with the author - this story cannot be republished or distributed without the consent of the author.
Gareth Johnson