Tales of Horn Springs - The Birthday Party - 1/5 - Sex Stories

Tales of Horn Springs - The Birthday Party - 1/5

My alarm goes off, waking me from a dreamless sleep. God, it feels good to sleep in. It’s 10 am Thursday morning and I would usually be two hours into my 10-hour workday by now, but I took the day off. Today is my little brother’s birthday, and I’m throwing him a party tonight. And boy don’t I have a party planned for him.

My name is Jason Miller. I’m 24, live in a city called Horn Springs, and just enjoy living life. I've got kind of a big day ahead of me today. I'm picking my little brother Parker up at 4 pm to spend some time with him before his surprise birthday party this evening. But before then, I need to hit the gym, pick up my paycheck, and run some errands.

I lay in bed not in any hurry to get up. I see a bulge under the thin blanket that covers me, so I pull it off to reveal my morning wood sticking out through the hole in my boxers. With one hand behind my head, I lower the other down to say good morning to my little buddy. After a minute of yanking on myself, I decide it's time to get up. I sit on the edge of my bed, grab my phone, and check my messages. Finishing that morning task, I stand up and stretch and poke my pecker back inside my boxers before leaving my room.

I rent one of the rooms in a two-bed, two-bath apartment. One smaller bedroom, my room, and a separate bathroom are on one end of the apartment, and a large master bedroom and bathroom are on the other. Both rooms are separated by the kitchen and a main living space. It's not that big of ...

... an apartment, but it doesn't need to be.

I go into my bathroom and relieve the pressure on my bladder. I brush my teeth, put on deodorant, and do a few other things as part of my morning ritual before coming out.

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I walk out of the hall that leads to my room and bathroom into the living area, wearing nothing but the boxers I slept in, where I find one of my two roommates, Chip Tucker — I'm still not sure if that's his real name, sitting on the couch watching TV and eating breakfast cereal. He has a few boxes arrayed on the coffee table along with a gallon of whole milk. And, per usual, he is Donald Ducking as he likes to call it, which means he is wearing nothing from the waist down.

"Morning Chip," I say to him as I enter the kitchen.

"Hey bro," he replies between bites.

I would probably have just gone and sat down with him and had some cereal, but today is a gym day, so I need to eat some protein. I make myself a quick breakfast and head over to sit on the opposite end of the couch with Chip. I look at the TV to see that Chip is watching a UFC fight. I sit back in my seat, glad to watch the show.

After a few minutes, Chip leans forward to prepare another bowl of cereal. As he watches the fight, he isn't paying close enough attention to what he's doing and fumbles while putting the lid back on the milk jug and drops the lid on the floor. He bends over to pick it up but can't find it. So, he puts his ass in the air as he tries to find where the lid has ...