Paul greets us at the door and welcomes us in. We do the obligatory birthday well-wishes and small-talk as he grabs our coats and hangs them up by the door. As Cole makes his way to the kitchen to grab us a couple of drinks, Paul leans in close and says, "Adam tells me you're my birthday present tonight."
"You know you don't have to wait till your birthday to have me," I whisper back.
He laughs. "Yeah I know. Listen, when I give you the nod, head up to my room. Adam will keep Cole busy. Once I'm done we'll swap. Cool?"
"Definitely."
At that moment Cole reappears with a couple of beers. As he hands me one I tell him, "Hey, I'll take it easy and be sober driver tonight if you want to have a few."
We wander into the living room. There's already a few of the regular gang, and a couple of friends of friends, in amongst Paul's work colleagues and other strangers. We chill out for a bit, knock back a couple of beers, and catch up with the crew. Adam, Paul's husband, keeps Cole well supplied with drinks, enough that he starts to get pretty lively after an hour or so.
Other than our usual crew - most of whom have already fucked me before - there aren't many hot guys at the party. The bulk of the people are from Paul's work, so they're either women or straight couples. There's one silver fox who I flirt madly with for a few minutes, who's obviously into me but either too cautious or too respectful to suggest anything. And there's a couple of hot younger guys who I keep giving the eye to from across the room, who I go introduce myself to. They're definitely down for something, and my reputation has obviously preceded me because they seem to already know that I'll fuck anything with a cock. So we swap numbers and promise to meet up for a threesome some time soon. Although they're hot, they're a little dull though, and after a while I'm starting to get impatient.
Finally after what seems like almost forever, Paul walks past. He gives me a subtle nod as he starts heading up the stairs. I quickly excuse myself from the conversation I'm having, and follow him. Before I go up the stairs I pause to make sure Cole isn't around to see. But he's nowhere to be found; either being distracted by Adam or chatting to one of the gang out in the kitchen or the garden.
I run up the stairs as fast as I'm able to go without attracting attention. The door to Adam and Paul's room at the end of the hall is open, and Paul is standing in the doorway expectantly. "Get in here, bitch," he growls playfully, moving aside for me to step through the doorway and grabbing my ass as I do.
Before he's even shut the door I'm unbuttoning my shirt. He starts unbuttoning his too, and as he does he kisses me roughly, his tongue slipping its way into my mouth. As I pull my shirt off he runs his hands up and down my chest, his lips and tongue still locked with mine. I fumble with his belt and his fly, desperate to get at that cock. Shirtless now, he pushes against me slowly, forcing me to step backwards till I feel the bed against the back of my legs. I let myself fall back onto the bed, and Paul is immediately on top of me, the hair on his chest tickling my chest as he writhes back and forward on top of me.
Paul releases his lock on my lips, and kisses my neck. It drives me fucking wild when he does that, and I can't help but let out a half whimper, half moan of delight. With his tongue he traces down my neck, my collarbone, my chest, and gently licks my left nipple for a few seconds. Then he continues to trace a path down my abs, my belly button, to where my trail of hair starts between my hips. He unbuttons my jeans and runs his hand over the outline of my rock-hard dick, which is straining to get loose from my underwear.
At that point he stands up. He grabs my jeans by the ankles and tugs hard. My jeans are tight and it takes him a few firm tugs to get them off me. Once he has though, he grabs me by the hips and flips me over, face down on the bed. Slowly he peels off my trunks, and slides a finger slowly but firmly across my hole. He spreads my ass-cheeks apart and dives in there with his face, kissing and licking it. His short beard tickles the skin around my hole, but nowhere near as much as his tongue tickles my hole itself as he flicks it around at speed.
"Fuck yes," I sigh as he licks my hole. I've missed Paul's rim jobs. I push myself up onto my knees so he can get in deeper, and I feel his big tongue push its way into my opening. "Fuck yes!" I gasp.
After a minute or so he stops. A second later I feel the cold shock of lube being applied to my asshole. With two fingers he pushes it in and gently massages it around. Then a second later his fingers are replaced by his cock firmly pressing against my waiting hole.
