Birthday Boy

Ben thought to check his phone just before they collapsed back into bed, the waiting text message from Gary providing at least a partial answer as to what happened. "Hope you two enjoyed that last drink. Birthday boy needed a treat, and it was about time you got a chance to be the one to give it to him," the message read. It didn't explain how any of it was possible, or what exactly Gary had done to them, but as Chris fell asleep in his arms, Ben didn't care. The answers could wait; he had everything he needed at the moment. He draped himself over his friend and pulled him close, his thick club of a cock wedged between Chris' back and his own hairy muscle gut as he drifted off.