The Birthday Boy

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"Come on guys, where are you taking me?"

"You'll see, man. Don't wanna ruin the surprise."

Sam is turning 21 tonight. His friends Derek, Nate and Ben have 'kidnapped' him to take him to a club to celebrate his birthday. Twenty minutes ago, they grabbed him in the parking lot of his college, blindfolded him and threw him in Nate's car before driving into the night.

At first, the young man panicked, having not seen who abducted him as they came from behind, he thought he was about to end up in a cheap motel room's bathtub filled with ice and with his organs missing. Thankfully, though, one of them couldn't hold his laughter and burst out. Sam, recognizing Ben's voice, realized what was going on and calmed down.

"What the fuck, guys! You scared the shit out of me!" Sam shouted, half out of anger and half out of relief.

"Sorry, buddy, couldn't help it, we had to respect the tradition." Nate replies, looking into his mirror as he continues driving.

"I could've whooped your asses!"

Nate, Ben and Derek looked at each other in silence for a second before almost bursting Sam's eardrums with how loud they exploded with laughter.

"Good one Sammy, good thing you didn't bring your kung fu outfit!" Derek retorted between two wheezes.

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After a thirty-minute drive or so, the car comes to a stop.

"We're here, get birthday boy out and let's get the party started!" Nate says as he kills the engine and gets out of the car.

Sam removes the blindfold and gets out of the car. He looks around to take in his surroundings. He had never been here before. The group is standing in what seemed to be some sort of back street, behind the club. A bit away from where the four men are standing, the building is shaking slightly as loud bass-boosted music is heard all around. It was quite busy outside, people were sitting on the steps of the building's entrance, or leaning against its wall talking, kissing. As they finally head into the club, a burly man with a thick beard and wearing a suit that looks too tight for his comfort stops Sam to ask for his ID card. When Sam shows it to him, the man glances quickly at it and gestures for him to come in, scowling at Sam.

As soon as they get inside, they make a beeline towards the bar. To get there, Sam has to maneuver between couples dancing with the purpose of getting themselves all worked up and dudes that are way too close to him, swaying slowly as the alcohol makes them lose any hint of coordination. The DJ is blasting electro music that seems to shake the room with each beat. The crowd's volume makes sure the lyrics, if they are even intelligible, go unnoticed by the human ear. A thick cloud of sweat and the sweet smell of alcohol fills the air.

They arrive at the counter, where Derek slaps Sam's back vigorously.

"Okay, so here's the plan, Sammy." Derek explains, raising his voice as loud as possible to be heard over the music. "We're gonna get shitfaced, have some fun on the dance floor and then, for the really fun part, go get ourselves some ladies for the night!"

Nate and Ben shout "Yeah!" as they slam their hands onto the counter.

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~Two hours later~

After two hours of heavy drinking, bad dancing, and the exchange of an endless amount of lewd jokes with a lot more slaps on the back, the four friends start their quest for one-night-stands.

Ben, being the shortest of them all but definitely the most outgoing, starts a conversation with a redhead in a green summer dress and her brunette friend. A few feet away from the ladies, Sam could see Nate talking to a dark skinned woman. They soon walk away from his sight and head towards women's bathrooms.

"Need help getting you a chick?" Derek says, laughing before making his way to the dance floor to see what he can reel.

Sam rolls his eyes and goes back to the bar. "One beer, please."

"Here, from the cutie over there." The barman brings the young boy a pint and nods in the direction of a girl sitting five seats away from Sam.

The boy whips his head in the indicated direction and spots her. She smiles at him and begins approaching. She's wearing a tight blue dress, short enough to show off her shapely, thick thighs. She seems to be standing at around 5'6 tall, a head and a half shorter than Sam. She has short, wavy blonde hair that curls up down her neck. Blue eyes, thick, black-painted eyelashes with faint freckles ornating her face. Her lips glistened as they reflected the club's light. Her peach white skin makes Sam almost want to bite a chunk out of it to see if it's as sweet as it looks. As her hips sway as she walks up to him, the intoxicated boy could admire her curvy figure. Sam tries to be as subtle as a drunken, horned up young man can be when checking out a bombshell's body. She sits down next to him and as she leans on her forearms against the counter, her small, perky breasts push against the soft material of her blue dress, revealing a very generous view.

"How's the drink?" She says with a smile.

"Um, yeah. G-good. Sooo good. Yeah...very...good..." He blurts out, his brain going blank with all the alcohol it's been bathing in for more than an hour now.

"Got your tongue all twisted there, huh? First time being hit on in a club?" She chuckles before taking a sip from her own drink. She seems to be enjoying his lack of charms, probably happy to get the upper hand.

"It's my birthday today."

"No shit?." She retorted with a grin as she checked Sam out.

"Yup! Twenty-one. My friends dragged me him to celebrate." Sam explains and turns to point at his friends, but they seem to be gone already. "Guess celebration is over. I'm Sam, by the way."

"Grace, and it doesn't have to be~" She leaned even closer, his eyes fluttering a little as he caught the scent of her perfume.

A blush spread across Sam's cheeks and he started stumbling on his words, "Uh...I uh...we, would like...t-to... you know...go...do something..."

She pulls Sam closer by the shirt collar. "That's what I like to hear~" She gets up and winks at him. "Come on, cutie. Let's make your birthday memorable."

Grace takes Sam's hand and guides him away from the bar, through the dancing crowd and to the men's bathroom. She shoves Sam through the door and slams him against one of the stalls walls facing the entrance.

"Urgh. E-easy-" Sam groans but is instantly silenced by the girl's succulent lips crashing against his. The young man is stunned for a second, he has never seen a girl this assertive other than in movies. He closes his eyes and lets himself enjoy the moment as they both make out. They both moan as their tongues dance in Grace's mouth, then Sam's, then back to Grace's. After a little more than a minute, Sam breaks the kiss to breathe. Grace, however, doesn't seem to need a break as she slides her lips on his jawline and neck, alternating between peppering the area with little kisses and leaving light love bites. The blonde slips one of her hands under Sam's shirt, slowly caressing his defined chest, while the other grabs a hold of his bulge that she notices through his pants. Grace squeezes it, drawing out a whine out of him.

"Are...we... really gonna do it...like... here?" Sam asks in disbelief. He's always dreamed of having sex in a public place.

"Never done in the bathrooms of a club?" Grace teases him as she undoes his belt and pulls his pants and boxers down.

"You're so fucking cute~"

The clearly horny woman wraps her warm, small hand around the boy's semi hard cock and gives it a few strokes. Precum starts oozing out, but the rod doesn't seem to be getting any harder or bigger. Grace raises an eyebrow at the blushing boy.

"I...uh...think I drank too much...." He says, in an embarrassed voice. His gaze avoiding hers.

Grace gives him a knowing smile and lets go of his cocklet. "It's okay, wasn't gonna use it anyways~" She says before flipping him around and pinning him against the cold and most likely unsanitary wall.

"Wow...O-okay..." He yelps, taken aback.

"Ever had your ass eaten?" She whispers in his ear, her hot breath and words sending shivers down his spine.

"N-no. Not really.." He replies nervously. Sam's face went completely red. He did watch rimjob porn and wasn't against trying it himself, especially after all the stories he heard from his friends.

His heart starts beating even faster than it did at first when the beauty first talked to him. The blonde, in one swift motion squats down and pulls his pants and boxers down with her, exposing Sam's smooth, and bouncy butt. Grace bites her lip and wastes no time spreading Sam's plump ass cheeks wide. Her eyes grow big with desire when she sees his adorably tight ring. "What a cute fucking butthole!" she exclaims with a smile. She presses her soft, pillowy lips against it, planting a kiss on top of the virgin hole, savoring the sweet, untouched flavor.

She gives the butthole several loving licks, teasing Sam by swirling her tongue around the entrance but never prying it open. Sam's hips bucked and he clasps his hands in front of his mouth to muffle his cries.

"Not used to getting much attention here, huh?" She says, noticing his reaction. The hot breath she exhales onto his backdoor after each word makes Sam's starfish twitch. "Pffft, Let me fix that~!" She says before playfully smacking one cheek.

Grace starts pecking the pink entrance several times before her tongue pushes harder each time to force Sam's sphincter apart. Each time her wet muscle exits, the outer muscle holds onto it, clenching, desperate to keep the wiggling worm inside.

"Nah-h-h-Hahhh..." Sam groans as his back arches.

Grace giggles at how receptive and sensitive the cute boy is and pushes his asshole open as much as possible with her tongue, slurping the rim and coaxing more adorable moans out of him.

Sam can feel that familiar knot forming inside his lower abdomen, that knot he feels whenever he's about to cum during masturbation. He covers his face with his hands and breathes into them loudly to try to stop himself, as he can't believe a tongue up his ass is about to make him jizz untouched.

He grits his teeth and whimpers as his shaft gets lazily and shoots strings of warm semen against the wall. Sam slumps forward as his hole spasms around his lover's tongue as his climax runs through him.

Grace giggles as she laps his spit drenched buttlips until she feels him go limp before getting up.

"I love watching boys have their first assgasm. Always gets me hard~" She says, more so to herself than to the panting boy. Sam didn't pick up on that, too busy crossing an item off his mental bucket list.

"Alright, now that prepping is done, time for the real fun~" She continues, a hint of mischief in her voice.

With Sam still riding down the highs of his mind fogging orgasm, he didn't notice Grace hiking up her skirt, pulling down her black laced panties and most of all, the poor bastard didn't notice the massive ten inch drooling monster and big nutsack attached to her crotch spring free. She puts her left hand around Sam's waist then lets it slide down to grab one of the fat globes and using the other one to aim the meaty pole between the boy's cheeks. She teases his crack, brushing her veiny monster along it and pushing his taint.

Sam is instantly snapped out of his bliss. "Wowowowowowow!!" His eyes almost popping out of his head at the sensation. But before he could do anything, Grace's hand pushes against his head, pinning him to the wall once more.

"Y-you're a guy??" Sam's voice cracking from the shock. He just let a man eat his ass and give him the best nut of his life.

"Yup. Hard to believe, I know. You wouldn't think this cutie to be hung like a fucking donkey. Takes a lot of efforts to hide this bad boy, too~" She flexes her cock between his legs and poking his smaller sack from behind to emphasize her point.

The thing was almost the width of his forearm and was covered in throbbing veins. It was uncut, its foreskin was stretched over the glans, creating a big tent at the head, not covering it all. Every inch of its length was coated in precum, giving it a moist look. Though he couldn't see it, Sam knew just he didn't want that thing inside him. It would surely kill him or fuck up his organs. The boy struggled to push himself free, trying to twist away, but the combination of alcohol and a mind blowing orgasm has turned his body and muscles into jello.

"P-please. I-I don't want it, please..." He pleads. "We can do whatever you want just, I'll pay you!"

But the femboy didn't hear him. Or rather, he ignored his pleas as he placed his throbbing cockhead on top of the slimy closed up hole. With an evil smile on his face, he applied enough pressure for his fagmaker to breach his tiny orifice.

"This is what I want~"

Sam screeches as he feels the thick, invading rod pushing harder against his shitter and feels it actually start to open up.

"And soon, you won't be able to live without it~"

A wet, squelching pop rings through the room as Grace's fat cock breached Sam's ring of pink and red, stealing his anal virginity. His tight inner tunnel was stretching to accommodate the intruder as his meat log was pried further up his anal canal, little by little with every thrust.

"AAAARGGHH! FUCK.!! SHIIIIT!!!"

Sam trashes around but his efforts were achieving nothing but tiring him up faster. With a final push, Grace buries his full length inside the boy's guts and bottoms out.

"FfFuUCCKK..." He grunts through grit teeth. The femboy lets his cock sit in his victim's belly, enjoying the hot and cozy feeling of Sam's insides trying their best to crush and expulse the foreign object. "How're we doing, birthday boy~?" He taunts. When he gets no answer, he contracts his pelvis muscles and flexes his cock inside him, drawing a moan out of the bottom. "I said: How're we doing birthday boy~?"

"F-FUCK YOU!"

"If you insist~"

Grace pulls out until only his flared knob remains and slams himself back in, and repeats this a couple of times, gradually building up the pace of his hips and with it, the strength he applies to pound Sam's meaty hole open. As he speeds up the pace, Sam can feel his anus's rim being pulled along, unwilling to leave the girly boy's horsecock behind, earning more cries from Sam with every withdrawal and piercing push.

His enormous and heavy balls slap against the boy's, adding to the symphony of his wrecked butthole with every pound. The wet smacks filling the room, accompanied by Sam's moans, the manly smell of sex and Grace's equally manly musk make the blonde feel like in heaven. It's so good, his cock almost shrivels up, and if not for his natural stamina and insane self control, he would've ejected gallons of cream inside Sam.

"Fuuuck...What a delicious boipussy..." Grace moans out under his breath.

Grace spreads his fucktoy's ass apart, making sure he doesn't miss a single sight and sound of Sam's cunt clinging desperately to his cock each time he bottoms out. For the next five minutes, Grace fucks him into a daze. The little fag's brain starts turning into mush as his pleasure is forced on him, his limbs stop fighting, too tired to. Soon, his body is twitching all over as moans turn to gibberish and his eyes roll up.

The hung boi catches onto that and chuckles. "Starting to like that cock in your gut, aren't 'cha cutie pie~"

Sam is quickly reduced into a sweaty and drooling mess as he is being fucked stupid.

"I'll take that as a yes~" He stops ruining Sam's insides for a second then switches angles. He stands on his tiptoes and pulls Sam's ass lower.

Sam feels the fucklog move down then upwards, his eyes flutter open as his prostate is bashed and crushed under the sheer size and might of his girly top's cock. His cry and squeal mix with moans as the sudden pain turns into pleasure.

"Fuck! Fuck! Please! AAAAHHHHhhHNN!! Fffffuuu..."

Sam's mouth and hands are no longer trying to cover any sounds as the masochist starts craving for more of it. Grace delivers as he stuffs the tight boipussy with more inches of his veiny snake with each powerful trust. The pressure is too much for Sammy and he soon spurts strands of thick cum. He claws at the wall as he fires his load once more. His shitter squeezes around Grace, almost as if trying to milk it as it keeps sucking his cock as hard as it can.

"SHIIIT! TIGHT! L-let me..!! FUCK" Grace curses and grits his teeth. It takes ten strokes for Grace to hit a hard-on stopping, balls emptying orgasm inside him. The femboy didn't to pull out though, rather, he preferred letting his huge nutsacks empty themselves inside of his toy and mark him with his potent semen.

The sensation of his hole and colon being flooded with hot white baby goo makes Sam shudder and groan. The pungent odor and heat spread inside his inner tunnels. With a loud squelch, the top finally removes his glistening rod. His deflating beast still pointed forward like a compass needle, a fountain of mixed fluid exits Sam's asshole and starts forming a big pool on the floor.

"God! That was one of the tightest, warmest cumdump I've ever popped." Grace comments while Sam tries to recollect his mind. His thoughts are scrambled like a hard boiled egg. "What's your name again, cutiepie~?"

Suddenly, Grace hears footsteps coming from right outside. "Shit, inside quick!" He forces Sam into one of the stalls and follows him inside, closing the door behind them.

"Yeah man, that bitch is a FREAK!!" Two men enter the bathrooms and take to the sink. The two seem to be here for a while as they start talking and rambling about girls and work.

Sam and Grace wait patiently for them to leave. He was sitting on the toilet with the femboy's rapidly hardening cock pointing straight at his face. He swallows loudly then looks up at Grace's cruel, sadistic smile as he licks his lips at Sam.

"Don't blame me, blame yourself for being this fucking cute~" He says as he slaps his monstrous meatpole down on his toy's face, smearing his ballgunk all around Sam's beautiful features.

"I'm gonna breed your brains out, gonna enjoy feeding you my fat bullcock and seeing how many gallons of seed your petite body can hold before gushing out of your shithole..." He teases, or rather promises, and forces his cockhead inside Sam's soft, wet and warm mouth. He lets out a groan of satisfaction.

"...Now get sucking, slut."

But Sam still had some fight in him. Though, the only way he could show it was by defiantly staring daggers at the cock's owner. To which the hung trap smiles and slowly reaches for the door's lock and slowly unlocking it. Sam's eyes bulge out and he quickly begins working his tongue around the foreskin coated glans, the shaft and every part of it that he can fit his mouth and tongue around.

"Soo cute... So fun..." Grace mutters as he pushes himself further into Sam's facehole and down his throat, forcing the poor bitch to fight his gag reflex as tears are rolling down his cheeks and mixing with the thick femboy goo already smeared all over him.

"Your slutty throat feels so fucking good..." He moans. Which worries Sam as he fears the others might hear.

He quickly sets the pace to an unrelenting one, fucking Sam's face into a frothy and sticky mess of saliva and dick juices.

The two men's conversation on the other side of the stall has fallen silent as they notice the odd ~GLUCKGLUCK~ sounds of the trap's beast splitting Sam's throat apart and the ~PLOPLOP~ noises of his cream churning balls slapping against the boy's chin. His sadistic smile widens as the thought that these two witnesses might find out what's happening makes the blonde feel exhilarated. The only sounds heard are his fuckmeat punching the deepest part of Sammy's tight tunnel, the wet ~schlicks~ of Sam's mouth struggling to breathe through the carnal abuse his mouthhole is suffering, and the constant ~Plap~ that his huge nuts produce with each swing.