Coming in Trent's mouth while Stuart has his cock deep in Gary's ass

"Fuck, get it Gary!" Stuart called out. "Come on my pole!" Stuart's fingers dug into Gary's hips, holding his cock deep in Gary's pulsing ass while Gary's thick cock swelled and spurted in Trent's mouth.

"Mmm, mm, mm!" Trent said, grunting happily as Gary gave up his load.

"Take it, take it!" Gary called out as his cock spasmed, firing hot come into his best friend's mouth, just like Trent had taken his load nine months ago.

Sandy tapped on the door again. "Uh, G... Gary? Baby?"

And nine months ago, Trent had taken Gary's load in his mouth and Stuart's load up his ass, but his next stop at the party had been to deliver an orgasm to his new girlfriend Debbie, who was hot for it after watching the boys getting off together.

A loud, long-rolling orgasm delivered by Trent to Debbie by sucking her clit with the same mouth that had taken Gary's mouthful of cum.

"I didn't know you needed condoms for oral," Debbie had told Gary after they'd sorted out how it happened.

Gary was late to hear because the blood type test results weren't a question until Trent's mother asked, and learned Debbie's baby had a blood type that couldn't have come from her son, and told Debbie she had better find whoever it was because her son was not going to help raise a baby cuckoo bird from a tramp like her.

Two months ago, a very pregnant Debbie had crossed his path at Stuart's and asked him his blood type.

"I guess you must be the father, then," Debbie had said.

And things had become very awkward. But it was true.

Gary felt good all over, all warm and hazy and more than a little drowsy after Peter's surprise gift. He leaned back against the wall of the restroom. Peter blotted Gary's cock with a handkerchief and tucked it back into his soft athletic pants. "Go," he said, opening the door.

Gary's "Expectant Father" badge got him past the Labor and Delivery doors.

Joyce Bernstein sat by Debbie's side and held her hand, coaching her through the final push.

"You're so brave, Debbie," Joyce said. "Keep breathing, you know what to do."

A final groan from Debbie, and the delivery nurse was suddenly holding a new person, wet and pink and making a couple of sticky mouth noises that turned into a newborn's cry.

Sponged, dried, weighed, Apgar-checked in the pink, and laid on Debbie's chest.

"You didn't have to be here, Gary," Debbie said. "You should be with Bernie."

"Yeah, I did," Gary said. "Gotta hold up my end." He took a deep breath. "So what do we call Baby?"

"Baby, I guess," Debbie said. "Hear that, Baby?" She looked back at Gary. "Trent's mom had a name picked out but I'm not gonna use that one now."