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Happy Birthday, Bobby

Happy Birthday, Bobby

“Happy Birthday, Bobby! Fuckin’ fine way to spend a birthday,” Bobby said aloud as he closed the door to his car and turned the key in the ignition. “Workin’ overtime and no one waitin’ for me at home.” He continued talking to the rear view mirror as he adjusted it.

He backed out of his parking space and drove out of the lot, still feeling sorry for himself and his recent breakup with his boyfriend.

Well, s**t. I oughta celebrate by buyin’ myself a drink. No one else to fuckin’ buy one for me, he thought bitterly.

He drove past what used to be his favorite restaurant. He had boycotted the place since they stopped serving the chef’s salad, The Maurice. He noticed a sign indicating the place was under new management. Bobby decided to let bygones be bygones and stop in.

As he walked in the door, he noted they hadn’t changed the décor very much, but he didn’t recognize any of the staff.

A cute twink greeted him and asked the stupid question, “Table for one?”

In his present mood, Bobby almost came back with, No, for me and my imaginary friend, Harvey, this six foot white rabbit, you dink. But instead he just nodded.

Bobby watched the kid’s cute ass undulate as he was led to his seat. That kind of made up for his stupidity. Bobby sat down, but before he could open the menu, a pretty waitress appeared.

“Are you alone?” she asked innocently.

God! Yes, I’m fuckin’ alone! he screamed at her in his mind. But he merely smiled and said, “Yes.”

“Can I get you something to drink?”

“Yeah, bring me the dirtiest martini you can and…” He opened the menu. A quick scan brought a smile to his face. “Oh, my God!”

“Is something wrong, sir?” the waitress asked, frowning.

“Oh, no, no. I just noticed you are serving The Maurice again. That’s great.”

She smiled.

“Bring me that. I’ll have the martini first, though, and a glass of chardonnay with the salad. It’s my birthday,” he added, wondering why he did.

After the waitress left he sat back, feeling better about his birthday. The return of The Maurice had considerably lifted his spirits. Maybe someone up there liked him after all.

When the waitress returned with his drink, she said, “This one’s on the house. Happy birthday.”

Yes, things were definitely looking up.

As Bobby sipped his martini, he looked around the restaurant. Being a Thursday night, it wasn’t very busy. Aside from a few people sitting at the tables, the only other customers were two guys at the bar. Bobby gave them the once over. Pretty nice, he thought.

One looked to be a bit younger than Bobby, the other older, but both were in good shape. They were talking easily with each other as they sipped their drinks.

After giving him time to enjoy his martini, the waitress showed up with his salad and wine. He thanked her and began to eat his meal. It was excellent. They had used the same tasty dressing that had made the salad his favorite. A feeling of wellbeing began to creep over him.

As he was finishing the last of the salad, the waitress came back to his table, carrying another martini.

“This is from the gentlemen at the bar. They said to wish you a happy birthday.”

“How did they know it was my birthday?” Bobby asked, taking the drink from her and saluting the men, who were smiling in his direction.

“I think the bartender might have mentioned it,” she said, placing the leather bill holder on the table.

Bobby was feeling a little buzzed from the combination of the wine and gin, but he figured what the hell and took a deep drink of the cocktail.

When he had drained the glass, he definitely felt the effects of his imbibing. Alcohol always made him horny. Today was no exception. He decided to thank his well wishers in person. He got up, carrying the tab, and walked to the bar, handing the leather folder to the waitress on the way.

“It’s all set,” he told her. Approaching the men, he said, “Hey, thanks, guys. Nice of you to buy a drink for a stranger.”

“No problem,” the taller of the two men replied, moving onto another stool to make room for Bobby between the two of them. “I’m Larry, and this is Dan.”

Bobby shook hands with them both as he slid onto the recently vacated stool. He felt the warmth of the seat where the man had been sitting. It caused a stirring in his groin.

For the next couple of hours the men bullshitted about the NCAA tourney and the f****d up economy. Bobby found out they were sales reps for a pharmaceutical company in town for the semiannual company update on new products and policies. Larry was from Cincinnati, Dan from Des Moines. They were both married and had become friends after attending these meetings over the years.

By closing time, they had each bought a couple of rounds of drinks and were all pretty wasted.

“Well, fellas, it was nice meetin’ you, but I better be gettin’ home. Work tomorrow, you know.” Bobby’s tongue felt thick in his mouth, and he had to steady himself against Larry as he got off the stool.

“Hey there, buddy,” Larry said, getting up and putting his arm around Bobby’s waist. “I don’t think you’re gonna be drivin’ tonight. Come on, Dan, we’ll take the stray pup home with us.”

Larry’s words and touch acted like an aphrodisiac on Bobby’s d**k. He could feel it begin to snake its way down the left leg of his boxers.

“Hell, that’s nice of you guys. Lead on. Which way’s home?” Bobby asked with a smile at his two benefactors.

Dan slipped off his stool. “The Comfort Inn just down the street. Come on.”

The men left the restaurant. While not quite staggering, they were unsteady as they made their way to the motel. Bobby walked between them, Larry’s arm draped around his shoulders, Dan supporting him with an arm under his elbow. They laughed and talked loudly, causing some passersby to scowl while others saluted them with a laugh or smile.

They walked across the motel’s lobby. Dan blew a kiss at the night manager, who shook his head and smiled. Once in the elevator, Bobby tried to grope Larry.

“Patience, little buddy,” the tall man said, pointing to the leering red eye of the security camera. Bobby gave the camera his middle finger, and a giggling Dan pulled his hand down.

The doors of the elevator cab opened. They walked down the hall to where Dan fumbled with the keycard.

“Here, let me do it,” an impatient Bobby offered, taking the card and attempting to slide it down the track. “f**k,” he said loudly after his third unsuccessful try.

“Give me that thing,” Larry mumbled, grabbing the key. “God damn, this thing is all fucked.”

Just then a young couple walked by. The woman took the card from Larry.

“Here, let me,” she said, laughing.

The green light went on and all three pushed inside, thanking the couple profusely.

As soon as the door closed, there was an immediate rush of groping and kissing.

“Hold it, hold it, not so fast,” Larry said, pulling everyone apart. He steered Bobby down the short hallway, followed by Dan. He made Bobby stand, swaying, at the foot of the bed.

Larry began to slowly and seductively unbutton Bobby’s shirt while Dan, sitting on the bed in front of him, unfastened Bobby’s belt and slid his pants down. Bobby’s engorged c**k popped out of the slit in his boxers and stood at full attention. Dan cupped Bobby’s balls through the fabric and planted a kiss on the tip of the distended organ. Bobby ran his hands over their backs and chests.

Now stripped down to his socks, they ensconced him on the bed, propped up by pillows. He slowly began to stroke himself while Dan and Larry made a show of undressing. Bobby watched as each article of clothing was removed and deposited on the floor. The men were massaging, kissing, and fondling each other. Bobby’s breathing became more and more irregular as he made small whimpering sounds.

Larry was tall and muscled like a swimmer, with blond hair on his head and around the base of his d**k. Dan was the complete opposite. Built like a football lineman, with a thick muscular body and a taut, domed belly, he was covered everywhere with dark, curly hair.

Larry’s long c**k stood straight as an arrow from his pubes. Dan’s was thick and curved like the horn of a rhino above grapefruit sized balls, enveloped by a dense forest of coarse pubic fur.

Pre-c*m flowed from Bobby’s c**k. His hand, coated with the stuff, slid up and down his turgid shaft faster and faster. He began to make deep guttural moans as he got closer to orgasm.

“No, no, no,” said Larry, crawling onto the bed and taking Bobby’s hand away from his throbbing prick. “Not yet, little buddy.”

“Oh, s**t!” Bobby begged. “Please, I gotta shoot. Oh, f**k, come on, Larry.”

“No, siree, Bobby,” Larry replied, punctuating his words with deep kisses, his tongue seeking the recesses of Bobby’s throat. Bobby responded to the invasion, thrusting his tongue against the assault, engaging in a duel to the death.

Dan joined them on the bed, pressing his hair-covered body against Bobby’s side, beginning to tease Bobby’s n****e with his tongue. When the nub had become completely hard and erect, he began to suck on it. Bobby’s n*****s were hard-wired to his d**k. Dan’s action brought about an involuntary twitching of Bobby’s iron rod. Larry moved down to Bobby’s other nub. The dual fellating of both nips at the same time was almost too much for the birthday boy. His legs involuntarily thrashed about. Dan released his hold on the tit and moved to kiss Bobby deeply, inserting his tongue and licking Bobby’s as he did.

Bobby slid his arms under and around his partners. He ran his hands up and down their spines, reaching as far down as he could, seeking the mounds of ass flesh he had seen as the men disrobed. He could only extend to the apex of their ass cracks. He ran his fingers along the crevices, exhilarating in the feel of the firm muscular butts.

Larry and Dan went down on Bobby, taking turns putting his d**k and balls in their mouths.

“Oh, God, yes,” Bobby moaned. “Yeah, suck me, man, suck me. Make me c*m!”

The mouths continued to lick and suck on Bobby’s genitals until he thought he would go mad. But again they denied him his climax. Bobby was almost crying with desire to shoot his load.

Larry got up and went to the dresser. Bobby watched the movement of the smooth full ass as he walked away and the swaying of the long d**k as it moved in rhythm to his strides as Larry returned to the bed with two rubbers and a tube of lube.

Dan got on all fours and Larry rubbed the lube on his ass. Bobby immediately took over the task, relishing the opportunity to squeeze the muscular gluts as he fingered Dan’s hair-framed hole. As he did, he heard Larry, behind him, tear open the condom wrapper. A moment later he felt the condom being rolled down his d**k. Bobby then felt the cold lubricant being applied to his asshole. Larry inserted two fingers. Bobby backed onto them, closing his eyes, allowing his ass to stretch. He moaned in pleasure.

Dan lay down on his side and raised his leg. “f**k me, Birthday Boy.”

Bobby scooted up and slipped his c**k into the warm, moist hole. He pressed his body against Dan’s, reaching around with his hand and jacking the rhino horn d**k. Bobby heard the rip of another raincoat wrapper. Larry lay down in back of Bobby, spread the man’s cheeks, and inserted his long pole. Bobby gritted his teeth, willing himself to relax and accept the intruder. Larry slowly pushed in all the way, until his wispy pubes were against Bobby’s ass. Bobby was in heaven between the two men.

He set the rhythm, thrusting in and out of Dan’s hole while at the same time massaging Larry’s d**k with his own ass. Dan turned his head to Bobby, begging to be kissed. Bobby obliged as Larry nuzzled against his neck. He released Dan and turned to take Larry’s tongue into his mouth.

The triad continued, the intensity and strength of their thrusts, groans, grunts, and moans increasing, until with a roar of release Bobby exploded. He felt his c**k pulsate violently as his jizz shot into the rubber buried deep in Dan’s bubble butt.

“Oh, yeah, c*m for me, c*m for me, baby,” Dan moaned, squeezing Bobby’s throbbing organ with his sphincter.

As Bobby’s spasms subsided, he heard Larry strain and groan. He felt the long d**k throb within him as the tall man discharged his load of spunk. Larry bit Bobby’s shoulder as he spent himself inside him.

“Hey, Bobby, don’t forget about me,” Dan said, turning as Bobby’s prick slid out of him.

Larry pulled out and Bobby rolled over on his back, raising his legs.

“I’m all yours, stud,” Bobby said.

Larry got up and grabbed another rubber, opened the package, and rolled it on Dan’s thick, curved horn.

Bobby was well opened from Larry’s f*****g, but he still felt himself being stretched further as Dan pushed his thick prick into him. Bobby’s balls were enshrouded in Dan’s dense pubic bush. He wrapped his legs around Dan’s neck as Dan started to f**k him braced on his hands. Larry bent down and kissed Bobby, then sucked his nips. Finally he took Bobby’s hardening pecker into his mouth and began to move up and down on it, all the while maintaining suction.

Bobby grabbed the back of Larry’s head and ran his fingers through his hair. “Oh, God, God damn,” he moaned over and over.

It didn’t take long for both Dan and Bobby to reach their peak. Bobby groaned softly as his second climax cascaded down Larry’s throat.

Dan grunted and yelled, “f**k, yeah, f**k!”

Bobby felt Dan’s c**k jerk and twitch inside his ass.

Dan pulled out and flopped down on the bed next to him. Larry lay down too, and held up the three bulging rubbers. He tied them together and handed them to Bobby.

“Happy birthday, Bobby,” he said.

THE END