Jack had just blown out the candles on his 22nd birthday cake when the doorbell rang. Matthew, his longtime bro and fellow twink, sauntered in with a wicked grin. "Happy birthday, you lucky bastard," Matthew said, kicking off his shoes. "You know the rules—everyone you know gets a turn on that pretty face of yours. And since I'm over 23? That tongue's going deep in my asshole too."
Jack laughed nervously, the tension already crackling. "Mess me up, huh? You always did like pushing buttons. But bathroom first? What's the plan, make it extra filthy?"
"Exactly," Matthew winked, heading to the bathroom. The sound of him using it echoed, and when he returned, he looked even hornier. "Didn't wipe much—want it nasty for you, Jack. Now strip and get on the floor."
Jack obeyed, heart pounding as Matthew lowered his ass onto Jack's face. The smell hit first—musky, dirty from the bathroom visit. Matthew ground down, panting. "Lick it, twink. Taste what I left for you."
Jack's tongue darted out, swirling around the rim, nasty and wet. Matthew moaned, "Fuck, that's it—get it dripping." His own cock grew hard against Jack's chest. Jack reached up, stroking Matthew's hard cock while his tongue pushed inside the ass, exploring the nasty depths.
"Witty as ever," Matthew teased between pants, "but your tongue's better at this than your jokes. You horny yet? I can feel you getting wet down there too." Jack mumbled something affirmative into the ass, his pussy? No, his own cock throbbing, dripping pre-cum.
Matthew shifted, turning for a 69. "Suck my cock while I sit," he ordered wittily. "Blowjob time, birthday boy." Jack took the hard cock in his mouth, sucking eagerly as Matthew's ass stayed planted, the taste overwhelming and filthy.
Sweating and panting, they built to climax. Matthew came first, cum flooding Jack's throat while Jack licked deeper into the ass. Jack followed, his own cum shooting as Matthew ground harder. "You came so fast—nasty boy."
Matthew stood, ass glistening. "That was just round one, Jack. The others are coming tomorrow, and things get even filthier."
The night was far from over, and Jack's tongue already craved more.
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