"That was good cake," Anthony said, collecting everyone's plates to put in the dishwasher. "Nicholas, you really outdid yourself this year."
"As you know, I do love spoiling our Sören." Nicholas smiled fondly and tousled Sören's curls, then touched Sören's cheek. Sören leaned into his touch, smiling and melting a little.
"Well, if you really want to spoil me for my birthday..." Sören looked around the room at each of his three lovers, and decided to request what he'd been thinking about all day; being on T made him horny constantly. "I'd really like to have second dessert, if you know what I mean. One with three courses."
Nicholas chuckled and shook his head, turning pink. Anthony snickered. "You're incorrigible," Anthony said.
"Takk."
Mark got up first and said, "Twist my arm," and pulled Sören along towards the bedroom.
Once everyone was present, the four men wasted no time getting undressed. Sören loved the contrast of his lovers' bodies: Nicholas, tall, silver-haired and bearded, with an olive complexion, a very hairy chest, tall and trim, attractive in a severe way with a long face, high cheekbones, patrician nose, heavy-lidded dark eyes under bushy brows. Anthony, a few inches shorter than Nicholas but still tall, fit with the beginning of a dad bod, hairy all over, short black hair with a few silver threads, fair-skinned with freckled shoulders, clean-shaven with a boyishly handsome face and a cute little nose, and light green eyes. Mark - also known as Maglor - the tallest of them all, pale, waves of blue-black hair cascading to the middle of his back, piercing silver eyes, sultry looks, and a sculpted, muscular body that was nearly hairless except for the thick bush between his legs.
Sören himself had long, curly black hair past his shoulders, a short dark beard, brown eyes, full lips - he had been told repeatedly he resembled Jon Snow from Game of Thrones, and had gotten some cracks of "Jesus Snow" once he grew his hair out - but the resemblance ended with the extensive body mods he had done: ocean waves down his left arm, flames up his right arm, leading to a fire and water phoenix doing a mating dance on his back, and his nipples were pierced with captive bead rings - which he'd done after his top surgery, as a way of celebrating freedom from dysphoria, and finally being at home in his body - and he had a horizontal clitoral hood piercing, also sporting a captive bead ring. For his birthday he'd put a silver chain between his nipple rings, and another led down to his clit ring. The chains had little bells that jingled as he made his way over to his lovers, feeling sexy.
Nicholas and Anthony were already hard - Nicholas's cock was uncut, long and slightly curved, and Anthony's cut cock was as thick as a Coke can. As Sören and Mark kissed, Sören reached down between Mark's legs and found Mark was wet... Sören's own clit was stiff and standing at attention, his cunt slick and getting wetter as Mark played with him too, the kisses more passionate, insistent.
Nicholas claimed Sören's mouth, then Anthony. They all took turns kissing each other - Sören loved watching his lovers kiss as much as he loved being kissed by them - and groping, slowly stroking hard cocks and fingering wet cunts, getting ready for their night of fun.
"Who wants to get sucked first?" Sören asked, when he pulled back for air.
Of course, they all did, so they drew straws. Nicholas won. He sat in the armchair and Sören dropped to his knees, giggling at the way Nicholas's hard cock waved at him. Sören licked his lips, moved in close, and began to lick the head of Nicholas's cock, slowly, teasingly.
Sören thrilled to the sound of Nicholas's moans, and the way Nicholas's cock pulsed against his tongue. Sören continued to lick at the head, up and down, back and forth, around and around. When Nicholas's cock began dripping precum, Sören let it drip down the shaft then chased it with his tongue... making streamers, then licking up and down the shaft, at the prominent veins. Nicholas's moans got louder and Sören got wetter, touching himself lazily as he continued to lick and tease.
At last Sören drew the head of the cock into his mouth, and stopped touching himself so he could work his hand up and down the shaft, while the other hand gently played with Nicholas's balls. Out of the corner of his eye, Sören watched Anthony and Mark making out, and his cunt throbbed, wanting all of them. But first... Sören took more of the cock in his mouth, inch by inch, as deep as he could go, bobbing his head, letting it glide back and forth, in and out of his mouth, suctioning. Nicholas groaned and tugged on Sören's curls. "That's a good boy," Nicholas said, and let out a grunt. "Such a good boy for Daddy."
Sören almost came untouched. "Mmmmhmmmm." Sören sucked harder, faster, greedy for it. Nicholas grunted again and shuddered - Sören tasted more precum, and made an "mmmmm" with his mouth full.
Before Nicholas could come in Sören's mouth, Sören stopped sucking. He gave the cock a few more licks - making a show of streamers with the precum again, getting his lips and beard messy - and then he pulled back, gave a wink that was more of a clumsy blink, got up, and made a sassy butt wiggle. "OK, you're next, Anthony."
Nicholas reluctantly got up from the chair. Mark took him by the hand and pulled him into a corner, and they started kissing and caressing as Anthony sat down with a big grin on his face. Anthony's cock looked almost angry in its need, flushed deep red and veiny, slick with precum. Sören watched as more precum rolled down the shaft.
"Looks so tasty, Daddy." Sören dove in and almost gagged on Anthony's big cock filling his mouth.
Sören deep-throated Anthony, making filthy gulping, slurping sounds as Anthony moaned, breath ragged. When Sören's jaw got tired he pulled Anthony's cock out of his mouth and licked at it, tongue lapping fast all over the head and shaft, then more slow, deliberate licks, teasing him. Anthony groaned and rasped, "You're going to be the death of me." Sören just smiled and kept licking. Then he sucked at the head and first couple inches of Anthony's cock, hand working the shaft, sucking hard, making Anthony moan louder. Sören played with Anthony's balls, cupping and rubbing slowly, and when he felt Anthony's balls tighten he knew Anthony was getting close. So he pulled back, licked every inch of Anthony's cock again, and gave another sassy butt wiggle before he walked off to kiss Mark, sharing Anthony's precum in the kiss.
Mark's boypussy was drenched with thick cream and looked delicious. Sören lay back and had Mark sit on his face, and buried his face in Mark's cunt, tongue lashing furiously at the hard clit. Sören sucked on each of Mark's pussy lips, tugging on them, then sucking them both at once. Mark cried out, and started riding Sören's tongue when he went back to licking. Soon, Sören began sucking on Mark's clit, reaching down to play with his own clit, electrified by the sound of Mark's moans and the feel of the hard nub in his mouth, rolling it around like a piece of candy.
Mark leaned in, laying on top of Sören, and started eating him out as well, the two of them licking and sucking at each other's clits, moaning into each other's cunts while Anthony and Nicholas watched, kissing and stroking each other. After awhile Sören and Mark traded places, with Sören laying on top of Mark, straddling Mark's shoulders. The two of them fingered each other as they kept licking and sucking, making sloppy sounds... making their cream drip and splatter, the musky smell of sexed-up cunt in the air. Before too long, Anthony and Nicholas walked over. "Looks like these holes need to be filled," Anthony said.
Sören stopped lapping at Mark long enough to say, "Yes, Daddy," and Mark gave an affirmative "mmm-hmmm" as he kept sucking on Sören's clit.
Nicholas got down on his knees on a pillow in front of Sören, wrapped Mark's around his waist, and guided the tip of his cock to Mark's cunt. Sören moaned as he watched Nicholas's cock push into Mark's juicy cunt inch by inch. Then Sören cried out as he felt Anthony stretching, filling his own cunt from behind.
Nicholas and Anthony began to thrust in time. As their cocks glided in and out, Mark and Sören continued licking, sucking. Feeling Mark's lush lips on his clit and Anthony's cock hitting that sweet spot inside him at the same time was incredibly decadent, and as badly as Sören needed to come he wanted to make it last, holding back... losing himself in sensation. And lust - now Sören didn't just have Mark's hot pussy to admire, but the sight of Nicholas's furry, toned body, muscles rippling as he rocked his hips... the sight of Nicholas's cock, veiny and slick with his precum and Mark's cream. Mark's pussy got even wetter - and tastier - with Nicholas's cock pumping it, and every now and again Sören took a lick at Nicholas's cock, rewarded with Nicholas groaning. Sören could tell Mark was doing the same thing, whenever Mark paused working on his clit and Anthony growled.
The sound of four male voices groaning and the sloppy suctioning sound of pussies getting fucked added to Sören's pleasure. He edged himself, forcing himself to hold back as he bucked his hips, fucking himself madly on Anthony's cock and Mark's tongue, whimpering into Mark's cunt. Anthony smacked his ass and reached to grab a handful of Sören's curls. "That's right," Anthony snarled, thrusting harder, their hips slapping together. "Who owns this boypussy, slut?"
"You do, Daddy." Sören shivered, almost coming - he loved it when Anthony dominated him like this - and his tongue lashed at Mark's clit harder, before sucking as hard as he could. Mark was trembling underneath him - Sören could see his thighs quivering - and knew Mark was getting closer. Just like he was. And he still tried to hold back, wanting more, not able to get enough of the delicious, hot sex, the pleasure of each lick, each suck, each stroke almost as good as climax.
But at last, Mark came, and the sight and feel of his contractions - followed by Nicholas losing control and coming two thrusts later, seed spilling out of Mark's cunt - set off Sören's own orgasm, letting out a long wail as his cunt pulsed and throbbed with release. Anthony made a strangled sound as he spent inside Sören, and Sören's cunt pulsed again, loving the feel of Anthony's hot cum rushing inside him, claiming him.
Anthony and Nicholas pulled out and for a little while the four lovers lay together in a cuddle-pile, dazed. Then Sören and Mark rolled out of their sixty-nine, sat up, and kissed. The sensual kisses and taste of their combined juices got Sören worked up again... and Mark too. The kisses deepened, then they kissed open-mouthed, tongues licking together playfully, running their hands over each other. Mark began kissing and licking Sören's neck, knowing how sensitive Sören was there, and when Sören heard himself making feral noises, clutching at him, Mark gently pushed him back down and kissed and licked his way down Sören's body... down to Sören's cunt. Mark started to eat Anthony's cum out of Sören's pussy, making a show of the thick cream coating his lips and tongue, and it drove Sören wild.
Anthony's cock rose back to life and he slowly stroked himself, watching as Mark continued eating his seed from Sören's cunt, making a sloppy mess with it. Mark teased Sören, stopping before Sören could climax, coming up to kiss Sören with Anthony's cum on his tongue. Sören whimpered into the kiss, cunt aching for more relief. But it was time to return the favor.
Sören worshiped Mark's body, kissing and licking and nibbling all over, fingers tracing, walking. When Sören got to Mark's cunt, he was pleased to see how much of Nicholas's cum was still seeping out. The taste of Nicholas's cum combined with Mark's juices was heavenly, and Sören lapped and lapped, savoring it... and the beautiful moans Mark made.
When Sören had licked up all of Nicholas's cum and his beard was wet, he and Mark kissed, making a mess with the cream on Sören's tongue. Anthony groaned as he watched them kissing, and Sören and Mark turned to him with a smile.
Together, Sören and Mark licked Sören's juices off Anthony's cock, as Anthony moaned and panted at the feel of two tongues rubbing all over his cockhead and shaft. Nicholas watched them, his own cock hardening again, and after a few minutes Nicholas lay down in front of where Sören and Mark were sitting, and went back and forth between Sören and Mark's cunts, giving one clit a few licks and sucks, then the other, stroking himself as he feasted. When Nicholas's cock started to drip precum again, Sören and Mark got down and worked on Nicholas's cock together, cleaning Mark's juices from it with their tongues, taking turns tasting the precum. Anthony lapped at Sören's clit as he fingered Mark, then licked Mark's clit as he fingered Sören, then sucked Sören's clit as he fingered Mark, and fingered Sören as he sucked on Mark's clit.
They all needed another fuck. Nicholas and Anthony sat close together, facing each other. Sören straddled Nicholas, his back to Nicholas's chest, and Mark did the same with Anthony. Sören and Mark maneuvered so their cunts were aligned. Then they began to ride... and rub clit to clit. It felt even better than getting fucked and sucked at the same time, Mark's hard clit teasing and exciting his as Nicholas's cock stroked his inner walls. Nicholas reached around to play with Sören's nipple piercings, and Anthony kissed and nibbled Mark's neck and shoulder. Sören and Mark kissed, their tongues mirroring the way their clits played together, rubbing and rubbing.
Sören and Mark came together, crying out before kissing deeply. The feel of Mark's cunt pulsing against his... in time with his... was pure bliss, and then feeling Nicholas exploding inside him, filling him with hot cum... Sören sighed deeply as a full-body orgasm coursed through him, making his toes curl. Anthony gave a shuddery sigh and moaned into Mark's shoulder, and the look of ecstasy on Mark's face as he moaned at the feel of Anthony's seed was deeply satisfying. Sören and Mark kissed again, open-mouthed, tongues slowly, sensually licking.
They formed another cuddle-pile, and Sören smiled so hard his face hurt, feeling weightless and floaty. He was well and truly spent now, and very, very happy.
"I think we ought to make this a birthday tradition," Sören said.
"I agree," Anthony said. "Even better than cake."