The Birthday Present

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The stench of the locker room filled my nostrils as I stepped inside. The scent of man, heavy and thick as men of all shapes, sizes and ages bustled around after their workouts.

The older men seemed unbothered as they walked from shower to locker, their cocks slapping off their thighs, their bellies bouncing up and down. Why were they so confident?

The younger men, the ones with defined abs, bulging arms and muscular calves were more modest, most of them having wrapped towels around their waists.

There were a handful of guys my age, eighteen or nineteen. They looked almost as embarrassed as I felt, pushing themselves into the crevices of the locker rooms, anxiously pulling on their boxers whilst keeping their towels firmly in place.

Greg finally returned wearing nothing but a pair of tight, white boxer briefs, his towel hanging over his muscular shoulder and his hair dripping water down his sculpted torso.

"Aren't you showering?" He asked, pulling his bag out from underneath the bench I was sitting on.

"Nah" I told him "I'll shower when I'm home"

He glanced at me with a smirk.

"Is it that small?" He laughed and I pushed him playfully.

We'd been friends since the early days of high school, and that is the only reason why I had decided to accompany him to the gym. I was short and thin, the complete opposite of him, and yet he dragged me here three times a week. Maybe I made him look better, not that he really needed my help anyway.

"Or are you afraid you'll get a little stiffy looking at all the men?" He continued, a smile breaking across his sharp face.

"Shut up" I snapped back, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over me.

I had managed to hide it from everyone, and Greg was no exception.

The locker room had started to clear out now, with just two stragglers left in the showers.

"Go on" Greg said to me, flexing his arms in one of the large mirrors

"Go on what?"

"Get into the shower, nobody will see you now"

"I don't want to have a shower" I persisted, feeling rather irritated that he wouldn't drop the subject.

"Suit yourself" he shrugged "but you're not getting into my car covered in sweat, and it's a long walk home" he didn't turn back to me when he spoke, so I couldn't tell if he was joking or not.

"Don't be a dick" I said, half seriously

"I'm not joking" he said, turning around, and I could tell that he was in fact serious.

"Dude!" I snapped "I'm not even sweating, I'll shower when I'm home, fuck"

"Alright" he said mockingly "see you tomorrow!"

I continued sitting there in shock, was he really going to make me walk home? It would take hours to walk from here.

"I don't even have a change of clothes" I told him, hoping my excuse would work.

"I've got spares" he said, sliding his bag across to me "now hurry up"

I shook my head in anger as he threw his wet towel at me. This was certainly not how I had envisioned spending my nineteenth birthday.

I cursed under my breath as I slowly made my way toward the open showers were there were still two guys, similar in age to me, washing themselves.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Greg called over to me and gestured toward my clothes.

"Right" I tried to smile, but failed.

I could feel my face turn more red by the second. I wasn't very well endowed, nor was I comfortable with showering in public for that exact reason. Up to now, I had always managed to find an excuse to keep my clothes on.

Greg had turned back to the mirror as I pulled my t-shirt off and threw it onto the bench. I kicked my trainers off next, pulling my socks off after and then slowly lowering my bottoms until I stood there wearing only my boxers.

I turned back toward the shower and heard a cough behind me.

"What now?" I snapped as Greg eyed me with a look of disapproval.

"Bro" he huffed "you're not ten anymore, you can't shower in your boxers!"

I knew it must have looked odd, and by now, Greg had gotten the attention of the other two guys who were causally glancing in my direction. Did I want to argue the point with him? Yes, but I knew I would simply draw even more attention to myself if I did.

"Yeah" I nodded "I know, I forgot"

Greg turned back to the mirror again as I reluctantly slid my boxers down, cupping my crotch as I did before shuffling into the corner of the showers.

One of the other guys in the shower seemed to be fixated on me. I tried to ignore him, scrubbing my body with one hand whilst continuing to cover myself with the other, but he continued to stare at me. What was his problem?

I knew my face was now glowing, and his staring certainly didn't help it. I stared back at him, hoping that it would be enough to make him look away, but instead, he turned his body toward me.

I couldn't help but look down. A menacingly large cock dangled between his legs, it was easily the largest I'd ever seen. His deep black skin shimmered as the water covered him and when I eventually managed to bring my gaze back to meet his, I felt someone behind me.

"You like that?" I heard Greg whisper.

"What the fuck, dude!" I snapped, pulling myself from the young man's eyes.

Greg was laughing now but the whole thing had taken me by surprise.

"Wait" I said, stepping back "why are you back in the shower?"

Greg looked at me with a grin and then down at his naked crotch.

"You think I was going to forget your birthday present?" He grinned, grabbing his thick, flaccid cock by it's base and swinging it around so that the water splashed me in the face.

"Dude, you're sick" I laughed, turning my back to him. I did so, partly because my own cock was now hardening in my hand.

Was he serious? Surely not. He was certainly not gay, I had heard enough from him to tell me that, but then why was he back in the showers, and why had he just swung his dick at me, and who was the other guy in the showers?

I turned back around after a moment of silence, and found myself mesmerised by the sight before me. Greg was still standing there, but now his cock had doubled in size as he slid his hand up and down it.

"Happy birthday, buddy" he smiled and placed his hand on my shoulder, pushing me down.

"Dude, you need to stop" I said, feeling more and more embarrassed by the second.

"You can start with me" I heard another voice say from behind me.

I turned around to find the skinny black guy with the giant cock standing inches from me.

"Is this some kinda joke?" I laughed awkwardly, stepping back but realising I was now pressed against the corner of the showers.

"No joke" the black guy told me and began pumping his huge rod.

There was still one other guy in the showers. He hadn't turned around but there was no way that he couldn't hear what they had said.

I felt Greg's hand close around my wet wrist and slowly pry mine away from my crotch. I wanted to cover myself again, but the other guy held my other wrist.

"It's cute" he said, with a notably exotic accent as he reached toward it and I felt his hand close around the base.

I let out a soft moan as he pulled on my wet cock.

"I... I'm not... Gay" I breathed as Greg ran his hand down my chest, around to my back and was slowly caressing my ass.

"Really?" Greg whispered "then why did I find my boxers in your bedroom with a fresh load in them?"

My eyes widened. How could I have been so fucking stupid.

"Don't worry, bud" he continued, his finger sliding between the cheeks of my ass "you'll get more than my boxers today".

My cock was now painfully stiff as the other guy pumped it but my mind was now focused on Greg's finger which was inching it's way to my most private area.

"Greg, don't" I moaned, feeling his other hand spreading my cheeks, but he didn't listen.

It slid inside me relatively easily, pushing passed my rectal muscles and circling my insides. I closed my eyes. Was I dreaming? It certainly felt that way.

My cock was now pulsating as the other guy worked my shaft. His other hand cupped my balls, playing with them between his fingers as his own manhood twitched and hardened. It was easily the length of mine and Greg's put together.

Greg squeezed another finger inside me, widening me further and causing me to gasp in pleasure.

"Stop" I said to them both "I'm going to cum"

"Ahh" Greg whispered in my ear again "but I thought you weren't gay?"

I didn't answer him. I couldn't.

"My turn" the black guy said, and Greg's fingers slipped from my hole.

I didn't try to stop it as both men guided me toward my knees. The hot water continued pouring over the three of us, our bodies wet and slippery.

He pressed his cut cock against my lips and I took it willingly into my mouth. The first two inches slid in gently until I felt him against the back of my throat. Greg held my head, slowly pushing it further down his shaft until I gagged.

"Nice and easy, buddy" Greg assured me, feeding more of the huge meat into my mouth.

I'd never sucked a dick before, and it was more uncomfortable than I had imagined. I opened my eyes, expecting to see that I was now at the end of his cock, but there were at least four or five inches left to go. I struggled but Greg held me steady.

"Nearly there" he said and he guided my head even deeper.

I could hardly breathe as my nose brushed against the young man's pubic hair. His balls now rested against my chin, I could feel them tense and loosen as he began to thrust his hips.

"There you go" Greg breathed, holding my head with one hand while his other hand returned to my hungry hole.

He punctured me again, twirling his finger in my rectum and causing beads of pre-cum to drool down my stiff cock as my throat was being pumped, faster and faster.

There was no noise but the water, the sound of heavy breathing, and the wet, sloppy sound of his cock slipping down my neck.

Greg was now fingering my hole deeply, but as I reached for my own throbbing member, he pulled my hand away.

"No" he whispered gently "not yet".

I had been so preoccupied with what was happening that I hadn't noticed the third guy standing around me. His cock was also erect, and he jerked it as he watched.

"That's Dean and the guy you're deep throating is Marcus" Greg whispered, but I could hardly hear him over the sound of gagging and gurgling.

A few minutes went by before Greg guided me forward, the young man's cock still deep in my throat. I was on all fours now, Marcus was sitting down with his legs spread in front of me, his hand pushed my head down his shaft. My ass was now on show, I could feel Greg rubbing it as it puckered and quivered.

Dean disappeared for a moment, reappearing shortly after, underneath me. I felt his hand wrap around the base of my erection and aim it downward, a few seconds later I felt the warmth of his mouth enclose around the tip.

I moaned in pleasure as he took the entirety of it into his throat. He was good, very good. I didn't know where to concentrate as every inch of my body seemed to be in action.

"I'll go slow at first" I heard Greg say but took no notice until I felt something thick resting against my hole.

"Mpph!" I groaned as Marcus stuffed every inch of his prick into my throat.

I gagged and spluttered as saliva burst from the corners of my mouth and Greg shoved his cock head into my hole.

"Mpphhh!!"

"Shh" He whispered and I felt him take hold of my waist and ease himself deeper into me.

There was no denying that it hurt. It felt like he was splitting me open, but the pleasure i was feeling everywhere else made up for it.

Dean was now gliding his tongue along the base of my balls while my cock nestled inside his throat. He was a master cock sucker and if Greg wasn't shoving every inch of his rod into my aching hole, I would have blown my load already.

"Oh yeah" Greg moaned now and I could feel that he was fully inside me, his balls pressing against me.

Marcus pulled his cock out of my throat now, a trail of thick pre-cum and spit linking from my mouth to his tool.

"Lick my balls" he told me, a sound of aggression in his voice.

I lowered my face, feeling his stubbly balls against my lips before lapping at them greedily.

Greg had sped up now, his thrusts long and deep. It felt like electric shocks were pulsing through me as he stuffed his junk deep into my bowels.

Marcus held my head gently, Dean continued to swallow my length, it felt heavenly.

"I'm going to cum" Marcus told me "and you're going to swallow"

I nodded as he stuffed his stiff prick back into my mouth, pushing it deeper until I felt his pubic hair at my nose again.

Greg was now hammering my hole so fast that I could barely keep steady. His breathing intensified.

"Me too!" He breathed, plunging his thick cock as far into my hole as he could.

Marcus squeezed my head as he humped my face, a loud and long groan escaping his lips as his body shook. I could feel his load plastering my throat and dripping down into my stomach. He continued pumping me, dragging the remaining cum into my mouth so I could taste my first load.

Greg wrapped his arms around my waist, his head leaning against the back of my shoulder.

His cock seemed to swell inside me as it exploded deep, drenching my insides in his hot cream.

"Oh my god" he moaned, fucking me like a wild animal.

Marcus was now squeezing any remnants of cum out onto my tongue and I was swallowing obediently, savouring his salty juice.

I could feel my hole begin to relax as Greg became soft inside me and suddenly I felt the most amazing wave of pleasure fill my entire body. I could feel Greg's semi erect cock drag against my prostate and without warning, my cock burst with thick wads of cum.

"Fuck!" I yelped as Dean continued to suck on my swollen prick.

I was trembling now, my entire body drained as he emptied the last of my juice, gently squeezing my sensitive balls.

Greg's soft cock slipped out of me, Marcus was simply rubbing his soft, wet cock across my lips and Dean slid out from underneath me.

"Come on, buddy" Greg said, and I felt him grab my ankles and slide them from under me. Marcus took my wrists and they turned me around, holding me down.

"W...What are you doing?" I asked breathlessly

"You've one more load to take" Greg laughed.

In my post-nut clarity, I was in no mood to take another one but Dean straddled my face and began jerking his fat cock inches above me.

I was laughing now, not because I was about to be drenched in more cum, but because I'd just been given the best birthday present I had ever had.

I lay there in ecstasy while Dean pumped himself, a few moments later I felt a rope of thick, hot cum splash across my cheek. Another one, just below, I felt it spill across my lips, dripping into my mouth. He seemed to have an endless supply, pouring over my face before finally he squeezed out the last drop into my open mouth and I swallowed it eagerly.

"Thanks guys" Greg smiled as they let me up.

The two of them nodded with smiles and quickly showered before changing.

"W...What was that all about" I asked, the realisation of what just happened finally setting in.

"Your birthday present" Greg said, washing cum from his pubic hair.

"B... But you're not g..."

"No, but I know you are" he winked at me "and you're my buddy"

I washed myself quickly, feeling my best friend's load slosh around inside me before some of it began spilling down my used hole.

"Here" he said as we stepped out of the shower.

He handed me a pair of his used boxer shorts and I took them without thought.

"What are these?" I asked, knowing full well what they were.

"I want my other ones back" he smiled "I liked them ones"