Ross’s bachelor party (Joey’s version)

I remember when Ross asked me to be his best man. He said, “Joey despite all your shit. I love you. And you can plan the bachelor party. But nothing wild. Rachel’s brothers are going to be there, so nothing crazy. Maybe some bourbon, cigars, and then deep sea fishing the next day. No strip clubs.”

Then he winked at me. I knew what was up. He meant “****, tits and pussy,” but no one could find out. I listened to him thoughtfully and planned out a bachelor party down in Florida, and I ran everything by him.

Friday night: A nice seafood dinner

Saturday: deep fish fishing

Sunday: Fly home hungover

But the real bachelor party was going to be on Thursday night.

I told Ross and Chandler to fly in Thursday. We’d have a night to warm up before everyone showed up on Friday.

I had booked an AirBnB in the middle of a suburban neighborhood. Just a typical four bedroom home: fenced in yard with a hot tub in the back.

We all arrived at the house as planned, then went out for some steak. I purposely got us back to the house early. I asked the guys if they wanted to get the party going, and pulled out a bag of powder from my bag.

Ross immediately said, “Fuck yeah. I knew there was a reason I’m friends with you.”

Chandler who seemed so concerned asked what it was in the bag. I told him it was Molly. Chandler asked, “Isn’t three guys in a house alone snorting Molly a little weird?”

“It is. But the party is just getting started,” I said with a wink.

We were grooving. Listening to music, drinking booze, snorting lines. And finally the doorbell rang.

The escorts I hired for the night. I booked three but didn’t know what they’d look like. I was so excited opening the door. I hoped my smile didn’t scare them.

Three women. One of each of us. But if they declined, then it was more than me.

I was happy with the three woman who arrived. A good variety.

An older blonde seemed to be in charge. She said, “Good evening. Are you Joey? We have you set for a couple hours of company.”

“I am,” I said checking her out. Blonde hair, heavy rack, wide hips. Probably a decade older than me. She definitely had the look of experience to her.

I invited her in and then checked out her friends.

A tall young brunette with the build of a rugby player. She was almost as tall as me. Nice tattoos, huge tits in a tank top.

A beautiful black woman with long braids. A full chest and the roundest fucking ass. She looked delicious.

They came in, and I introduced to the guys, and then to the party favors. They all partook.

While they were each taking a line, we all checked them out. I asked Ross, “Since it’s your bachelor party, which one do you want?”

“The black girl,” Ross said. “She is so fucking hot.”

“I know,” I agreed. “I wanted her. I hope your dick is big enough to fully enjoy fucking her from behind. I’ll take the blonde. It’ll be hilarious seeing Chandler with the giant.”

Ross laughed, “She’s going to carry him over her shoulder.”

Chandler didn’t notice us talking about him. He was too enthralled in checking out the women.

After some lines, shots and music, we broke off into pairs. Ross and Chandler disappeared into their rooms with the girls. Ross said something about plausible deniability.

The blonde said, “Just so you know, it’ll be extra if they have sex.”

“That’s fine,” I said. “I’m good for it. How about you do a little dance for me?”

She started dancing to the music, and grinding her body up against mine. I took the opportunity to feel her up and start stripping off her clothes. She didn’t look too bad in her bra, but underneath I knew she’d have big hanging mom tits. I didn’t want to ruin it, so I kept her bra on.

Her pussy was hot beneath her panties. She was rubbing it up against my cock through my pants. I knew she wanted me. I bet if I fucked her hard enough she wouldn’t even charge me extra.

I whispered in her ear, “I want to fuck you so hard.”

She replied, “I think I can arrange that. Let’s see what’s been growing in your pants.”

She got on her knees, and pulled my pants and underwear. She smiled and said, “Oh my. I’m going to need my extra large condoms for you.”

She dug in her purse, and pulled out a condom. She opened the package then placed the round latex in her mouth. She put the condom on my dick by deepthroating me. It was so hot and impressive. She was a professional for sure.

She asked me, “Do you want me facing you or away?”

I told her away. She had big mom tits, but she also had nice wide hips and a big ass I wanted to see in action.

I was still seated, and she spread my legs. She grabbed my cock, and sat back into me. She teased her pussy with it first before guiding me in.

She could’ve been wetter. She could’ve been tigger. But she couldn’t have been any better at working her hips and legs. She would sit down on my cock until it was fully inside her. Then she would work her way up, teasing me until my tip almost popped up, and then sat back down again.

She worked my dick, until I exploded inside the condom. She nonchalantly got up, took off the condom and threw it in the trash. She put back on her clothes. Then chilled with me until her co-workers came back out of the room.

First the huge brunette came out of Chandler’s room. Her hair and clothes were so disheveled. Chandler followed her, a guilty look on his face.

Loud screams and moans emanated from Ross’s room. They were really going at it. I could hear him smacking her ass. Fuck, I wished I could have watched. They finally climaxed in loud screams.

While we were waiting, the blonde gave me the final total for the bill. Fuck me. I hope everyone enjoyed themselves.

Finally the door to Ross opened, the black girl staggered out. Her shirt was torn, and her dark titties hung out. I tried not to stare at her nipples. Her tight yoga pants were also shredded. There was a huge tear at the crotch exposing her camel toe. Her big ass hung out the back.

The blonde turned to me, and said, “Sorry. Looks like there is going to be an additional charge.”

Fuck me. The price of friendship is steep.

I handed her over some more money, and turned to the guys, spreading my arms, “Now that's how to start a bachelor party.”