Tales of Horn Springs - The Birthday Party - 4/5 - Sex Stories

Tales of Horn Springs - The Birthday Party - 4/5

... working my cock, all push me over the edge. I yell out “Fuck!” as my cum bursts from me high into the air and splashes down on me and my brother’s hand. I’m hit with another orgasmic wave, shooting more cum out and over us, followed by another and another until my orgasm subsides.

Parker starts laughing in surprise at what just happened and says, “Holy fuck dude, that was a lot!”

I notice that I stopped pumping his dick and am just squeezing it tightly. As I come back to my senses, I start working his cock again more intently, this time trying to make him cum. Parker puts his hands to his sides and lets me rub him out. He closes his eyes and lets the sensation roll over him as his body gets increasingly rigid. He stops breathing for a second, his body jerks, and then he lets out a loud primal sound as he begins to cum. He, too, shoots his load in the air, which falls on his chest and abs and on my hand. I keep my pace as he is hit by two more eruptive waves before his orgasm wanes. Parker relaxes back into his seat.

“Holy fuck indeed, dude,” I say back to him as we both start laughing.

I get up, trying not to leak any cum anywhere, and go to get a couple of towels. I come back and toss one to Parker and stand there wiping myself up with the other. I then move to the couch to make sure it’s cleaned up where needed. Parker, seemingly unfazed by what had just happened, cleans up, puts the towel down, picks up the bong, and goes for another big hit.

“You better ...

... slow down a bit.”

After he exhales, he says, “Why? It’s my birthday, I’m enjoying myself.”

“You’re right, it is your birthday, but don’t forget we are going to John’s later, and I don't want you too fried.”

“Oh, yeah, I completely forgot about that,” Parker replies. “When are we going over there?”

“Around 8 pm.”

“Oh, so it looks like we have another couple of hours.”

I look at the clock and see that it’s almost 6 pm. “You’re right,” I say.

Parker stands up from the couch, stretches with his hands in the air, and yawns. He lowers his hands back down and scratches his balls. "Got anything to drink?" He asks, walking over to the kitchen.

"Yeah, there are some beers and some sodas in the fridge. Help yourself. And grab me something while you’re at it.”

Parker opens the fridge, grabs a couple of sodas, then heads back toward the couch. On his way back, he seems to notice the big windows for the first time and asks, “Are you not worried about being naked in here with those windows uncovered like that?”

I get up, take a drink from him, and walk over to the windows. Parker follows.

“I don’t really think about it anymore. They have been like this ever since I moved in. There aren’t any curtains or anything in either of the bedrooms either. Margo and Chip, my other roommate, are in front of them pretty much all the time.” I say as I am standing right up to the windows, looking down at the street below and into the windows of the other buildings across the ...