The reunion party had been in full swing for hours, and everyone was feeling loose, their inhibitions slipping away like sand through fingers. The lights were dim, casting a warm glow over the faces of old friends who had gathered to reminisce and catch up. But tonight, something else was brewing beneath the surface, something darker, more primal.Justin stood by the makeshift bar, his back arched slightly as he leaned against the countertop. His eyes were half-lidded, a lazy smile playing on his lips. He wasn’t drunk exactly, but he was well on his way, the whiskey he’d been sipping all night having done its job. His mind was fuzzy, thoughts swirling like leaves caught in a gust of wind. He barely noticed when someone sidled up beside him, their presence a mere whisper in the cacophony of laughter and conversation."You look like you could use another drink," came the smooth voice, cutting through the haze. Justin turned his head slowly, focusing on the speaker. It was Ethan, one of his oldest college buddies. Ethan had always been the life of the party, with his easy charm and quick wit. Tonight, though, there was something different in his gaze, something simmering just beneath the surface.Justin chuckled softly, raising his empty glass in mock salute. "Yeah, I think I do."Ethan took the glass from his hand without a word, filling it with a generous pour of whiskey before handing it back. Justin took a deep swallow, the burn of the liquor sliding down his throat, warming him from the inside out. He glanced around the room, taking in the sight of his other friends—Matt, Ryan, and Josh—all clustered together, their voices low and conspiratorial. There was an air of tension between them, a silent agreement that sent a shiver down Justin’s spine."What’s going on?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Ethan didn’t answer right away, instead choosing to take a long sip of his own drink, his eyes never leaving Justin’s face. When he finally spoke, his tone was measured, controlled."We wanted to give you something special tonight," Ethan said, his voice dripping with suggestion. "Something… memorable."Justin frowned, trying to make sense of Ethan’s words. "What do you mean?"Ethan leaned in closer, his breath hot against Justin’s ear. "We know how much you love blowjobs, man. And we thought… why not indulge you a little?"Justin’s heart skipped a beat, his mind racing to keep up with the sudden shift in the conversation. He felt a flush of heat creep up his neck, his cock twitching involuntarily at the mention of blowjobs. He could feel Ethan’s eyes on him, watching, waiting for his reaction."I… uh…" Justin stammered, unsure of what to say. He’d always been open about his sexual preferences, but this… this was different. This was new territory, and it scared him a little. But the fear was quickly overshadowed by a surge of excitement, a thrill that made his skin tingle.Ethan must have sensed his hesitation, because he placed a reassuring hand on Justin’s shoulder, squeezing gently. "Don’t worry, man. We’re all friends here. Just think of it as a little reunion gift."Justin swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. He could feel the weight of Ethan’s words pressing down on him, urging him to accept, to let go. And somewhere deep inside, he knew he wanted to. He wanted this. Needed it."Alright," he whispered, his voice trembling with anticipation. "Let’s do it."Ethan grinned, a predatory gleam in his eye. "That’s my boy."Without another word, Ethan led Justin away from the bar, weaving through the crowd toward the back of the room. The others fell in step behind them, their footsteps silent on the hardwood floor. Justin’s heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing in his ears. He could feel the eyes of the partygoers on him as they passed, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was what was about to happen.They reached a small alcove, hidden from view by a row of tall bookcases. The space was dimly lit, the shadows casting long fingers across the walls. Ethan pushed Justin gently against the nearest bookcase, his hands roaming over Justin’s body with practiced ease. One hand slid down to grip Justin’s hardening cock through his jeans, while the other cupped his jaw, tilting his head back."Just relax," Ethan murmured, his lips brushing against Justin’s ear. "We’ve got you."Justin closed his eyes, allowing himself to sink into the sensation. Ethan’s touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through his veins. He could feel the others crowding in around him, their presence a comforting warmth. He heard the soft rustle of fabric as someone knelt in front of him, the cool air hitting his throbbing erection as his jeans were unbuttoned and pulled down."Fuck," Justin breathed, his hips jerking instinctively as a pair of warm, wet lips wrapped around the head of his cock. The sensation was overwhelming, a rush of ecstasy that made his knees weak. He threaded his fingers through Ethan’s hair, holding him steady as the mouth below worked its magic.The boy—Ryan, Justin realized belatedly—took him deeper, his tongue swirling around the sensitive underside of Justin’s shaft. Each movement was deliberate, calculated to drive Justin wild. He could feel the pressure building in his balls, the pleasure mounting with every passing second."Oh god…" Justin moaned, his voice thick with desire. He could feel Ethan’s hand stroking his length in time with Ryan’s mouth, the dual stimulation pushing him closer to the edge. His breaths came in short, gasping bursts, each one laced with need."Not yet," Ethan whispered, his voice a low growl. "Save it for later."Justin shuddered, his body aching with the effort of restraint. He could feel Ryan’s hands gripping his thighs, holding him steady as the younger man continued his relentless assault on Justin’s senses. He could hear the others murmuring encouragement, their voices blending into a soothing hum that only added to the intensity of the experience.And then, without warning, Ethan pulled Ryan off him, the sudden loss of pressure making Justin whimper in protest. He opened his eyes, blinking rapidly as he tried to focus on the faces around him. Matt was next, his expression one of eager anticipation."Your turn," Ethan said, giving Matt a gentle push toward Justin’s still-hard cock. Matt didn’t hesitate, dropping to his knees with practiced grace. He took Justin into his mouth with a fervor that left no room for doubt about his enthusiasm.Justin’s head fell back against the bookcase, his fingers digging into Ethan’s shoulders as he surrendered to the pleasure. Matt’s technique was different from Ryan’s—rougher, more aggressive. He sucked hard, his teeth scraping lightly against Justin’s sensitive skin. The sensation was almost too much, a raw, animalistic rush that made Justin’s toes curl."Fuck… fuck…" Justin panted, his voice strained with exertion. He could feel the pressure building again, the familiar tightness in his gut signaling that he was close. Too close."Hold on," Ethan instructed, his voice calm and authoritative. "We’re not done yet."Justin clenched his teeth, fighting the urge to come. He could feel Matt’s hands on his hips, pulling him deeper into the wet heat of his mouth. The others were crowded around them now, their bodies pressed close, their breaths mingling in the confined space. There was a sense of urgency in the air, a palpable hunger that made Justin’s blood pound in his ears.And then, before he could fully process what was happening, Ethan guided someone else forward—Josh, if Justin’s memory served. Josh hesitated for only a moment before opening his mouth and taking Justin’s cock into his warm embrace. The sensation was familiar yet different all at once, a new set of lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to send Justin spiraling toward the brink."Oh fuck… oh fuck…" Justin groaned, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. He could feel the waves of pleasure crashing over him, each one more intense than the last. He was teetering on the edge, the precipice of orgasm looming ever closer."Almost there," Ethan whispered, his voice a seductive thread winding around Justin’s resolve. "Just a little longer."But Justin was losing control, the pressure inside him reaching critical mass. He could feel the heat pooling in his balls, the pulsing need threatening to consume him. His vision blurred, darkness encroaching at the edges as he struggled to hold on."I… I can’t…" he gasped, his voice breaking. "I’m gonna…""Then come for us," Ethan urged, his voice a velvet caress. "Come for your friends."With those words, the dam broke. Justin’s body seized, his hips bucking uncontrollably as he came, his release jetting into Josh’s waiting mouth. The pleasure was blinding, a supernova exploding behind his eyelids. He cried out, his voice a ragged scream of ecstasy as he emptied himself into the willing receptacle below.The world spun, colors bleeding together in a dizzying kaleidoscope of sensation. For a moment, everything was quiet, save for the heavy sound of his own breathing. He was dimly aware of someone—Ethan, likely—catching him as his legs gave out, holding him steady as the aftershocks rippled through his body."Good boy," Ethan murmured, his lips brushing against Justin’s temple. "Now… whose turn is next?"

Justin attends a reunion party and gets drunk. His friends Ethan, Matt, Ryan, and Josh offer him a group blowjob as a "reunion gift." Justin agrees, and they take turns giving him oral sex in a secluded alcove until he orgasms.

The reunion party had been in full swing for hours, and everyone was feeling loose, their inhibitions slipping away like sand through fingers. The lights were dim, casting a warm glow over the faces of old friends who had gathered to reminisce and catch up. But tonight, something else was brewing beneath the surface, something darker, more primal.

Justin stood by the makeshift bar, his back arched slightly as he leaned against the countertop. His eyes were half-lidded, a lazy smile playing on his lips. He wasn’t drunk exactly, but he was well on his way, the whiskey he’d been sipping all night having done its job. His mind was fuzzy, thoughts swirling like leaves caught in a gust of wind. He barely noticed when someone sidled up beside him, their presence a mere whisper in the cacophony of laughter and conversation.

"You look like you could use another drink," came the smooth voice, cutting through the haze. Justin turned his head slowly, focusing on the speaker. It was Ethan, one of his oldest college buddies. Ethan had always been the life of the party, with his easy charm and quick wit. Tonight, though, there was something different in his gaze, something simmering just beneath the surface.

Justin chuckled softly, raising his empty glass in mock salute. "Yeah, I think I do."

Ethan took the glass from his hand without a word, filling it with a generous pour of whiskey before handing it back. Justin took a deep swallow, the burn of the liquor sliding down his throat, warming him from the inside out. He glanced around the room, taking in the sight of his other friends—Matt, Ryan, and Josh—all clustered together, their voices low and conspiratorial. There was an air of tension between them, a silent agreement that sent a shiver down Justin’s spine.

"What’s going on?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Ethan didn’t answer right away, instead choosing to take a long sip of his own drink, his eyes never leaving Justin’s face. When he finally spoke, his tone was measured, controlled.

"We wanted to give you something special tonight," Ethan said, his voice dripping with suggestion. "Something… memorable."

Justin frowned, trying to make sense of Ethan’s words. "What do you mean?"

Ethan leaned in closer, his breath hot against Justin’s ear. "We know how much you love blowjobs, man. And we thought… why not indulge you a little?"

Justin’s heart skipped a beat, his mind racing to keep up with the sudden shift in the conversation. He felt a flush of heat creep up his neck, his cock twitching involuntarily at the mention of blowjobs. He could feel Ethan’s eyes on him, watching, waiting for his reaction.

"I… uh…" Justin stammered, unsure of what to say. He’d always been open about his sexual preferences, but this… this was different. This was new territory, and it scared him a little. But the fear was quickly overshadowed by a surge of excitement, a thrill that made his skin tingle.

Ethan must have sensed his hesitation, because he placed a reassuring hand on Justin’s shoulder, squeezing gently. "Don’t worry, man. We’re all friends here. Just think of it as a little reunion gift."

Justin swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. He could feel the weight of Ethan’s words pressing down on him, urging him to accept, to let go. And somewhere deep inside, he knew he wanted to. He wanted this. Needed it.

"Alright," he whispered, his voice trembling with anticipation. "Let’s do it."

Ethan grinned, a predatory gleam in his eye. "That’s my boy."

Without another word, Ethan led Justin away from the bar, weaving through the crowd toward the back of the room. The others fell in step behind them, their footsteps silent on the hardwood floor. Justin’s heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing in his ears. He could feel the eyes of the partygoers on him as they passed, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was what was about to happen.

They reached a small alcove, hidden from view by a row of tall bookcases. The space was dimly lit, the shadows casting long fingers across the walls. Ethan pushed Justin gently against the nearest bookcase, his hands roaming over Justin’s body with practiced ease. One hand slid down to grip Justin’s hardening cock through his jeans, while the other cupped his jaw, tilting his head back.

"Just relax," Ethan murmured, his lips brushing against Justin’s ear. "We’ve got you."

Justin closed his eyes, allowing himself to sink into the sensation. Ethan’s touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through his veins. He could feel the others crowding in around him, their presence a comforting warmth. He heard the soft rustle of fabric as someone knelt in front of him, the cool air hitting his throbbing erection as his jeans were unbuttoned and pulled down.

"Fuck," Justin breathed, his hips jerking instinctively as a pair of warm, wet lips wrapped around the head of his cock. The sensation was overwhelming, a rush of ecstasy that made his knees weak. He threaded his fingers through Ethan’s hair, holding him steady as the mouth below worked its magic.

The boy—Ryan, Justin realized belatedly—took him deeper, his tongue swirling around the sensitive underside of Justin’s shaft. Each movement was deliberate, calculated to drive Justin wild. He could feel the pressure building in his balls, the pleasure mounting with every passing second.

"Oh god…" Justin moaned, his voice thick with desire. He could feel Ethan’s hand stroking his length in time with Ryan’s mouth, the dual stimulation pushing him closer to the edge. His breaths came in short, gasping bursts, each one laced with need.

"Not yet," Ethan whispered, his voice a low growl. "Save it for later."

Justin shuddered, his body aching with the effort of restraint. He could feel Ryan’s hands gripping his thighs, holding him steady as the younger man continued his relentless assault on Justin’s senses. He could hear the others murmuring encouragement, their voices blending into a soothing hum that only added to the intensity of the experience.

And then, without warning, Ethan pulled Ryan off him, the sudden loss of pressure making Justin whimper in protest. He opened his eyes, blinking rapidly as he tried to focus on the faces around him. Matt was next, his expression one of eager anticipation.

"Your turn," Ethan said, giving Matt a gentle push toward Justin’s still-hard cock. Matt didn’t hesitate, dropping to his knees with practiced grace. He took Justin into his mouth with a fervor that left no room for doubt about his enthusiasm.

Justin’s head fell back against the bookcase, his fingers digging into Ethan’s shoulders as he surrendered to the pleasure. Matt’s technique was different from Ryan’s—rougher, more aggressive. He sucked hard, his teeth scraping lightly against Justin’s sensitive skin. The sensation was almost too much, a raw, animalistic rush that made Justin’s toes curl.

"Fuck… fuck…" Justin panted, his voice strained with exertion. He could feel the pressure building again, the familiar tightness in his gut signaling that he was close. Too close.

"Hold on," Ethan instructed, his voice calm and authoritative. "We’re not done yet."

Justin clenched his teeth, fighting the urge to come. He could feel Matt’s hands on his hips, pulling him deeper into the wet heat of his mouth. The others were crowded around them now, their bodies pressed close, their breaths mingling in the confined space. There was a sense of urgency in the air, a palpable hunger that made Justin’s blood pound in his ears.

And then, before he could fully process what was happening, Ethan guided someone else forward—Josh, if Justin’s memory served. Josh hesitated for only a moment before opening his mouth and taking Justin’s cock into his warm embrace. The sensation was familiar yet different all at once, a new set of lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to send Justin spiraling toward the brink.

"Oh fuck… oh fuck…" Justin groaned, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. He could feel the waves of pleasure crashing over him, each one more intense than the last. He was teetering on the edge, the precipice of orgasm looming ever closer.

"Almost there," Ethan whispered, his voice a seductive thread winding around Justin’s resolve. "Just a little longer."

But Justin was losing control, the pressure inside him reaching critical mass. He could feel the heat pooling in his balls, the pulsing need threatening to consume him. His vision blurred, darkness encroaching at the edges as he struggled to hold on.

"I… I can’t…" he gasped, his voice breaking. "I’m gonna…"

"Then come for us," Ethan urged, his voice a velvet caress. "Come for your friends."

With those words, the dam broke. Justin’s body seized, his hips bucking uncontrollably as he came, his release jetting into Josh’s waiting mouth. The pleasure was blinding, a supernova exploding behind his eyelids. He cried out, his voice a ragged scream of ecstasy as he emptied himself into the willing receptacle below.

The world spun, colors bleeding together in a dizzying kaleidoscope of sensation. For a moment, everything was quiet, save for the heavy sound of his own breathing. He was dimly aware of someone—Ethan, likely—catching him as his legs gave out, holding him steady as the aftershocks rippled through his body.

"Good boy," Ethan murmured, his lips brushing against Justin’s temple. "Now… whose turn is next?"

straight guy let his 5 gay friends take turns in blowjob and swallowing his cum. Setting is in a reunion party. 

Straight Guy Serviced by 5 Gays

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