Speak up and call it quits

The four men nod, and tuck their cocks back into jeans stained with various spatters of cum, and then file out through the curtains. You tuck yourself back into your own jeans, and then realize you’re shirtless, with cum stains on your jeans, sticky patches on your chest, and glance around. Your shirt lies in the corner, pretty much soaked in cum and it sticks to you as you tug it over your head.

You head down the stairs, walking painfully, but as you pass the hot bouncer, he gives you a thumbs up.

"See you next blackout?" he asks.

"You bet!" you say. You head home, cum leaking out of your well-battered ass.

Best birthday ever.