I have been forty for almost two weeks. I celebrated my birthday with friends at a XXX Costume Party in my new home. There were 100+ guests in attendance. The party was filled with scantily clad women in exotic costumes and lingerie and several men with their “stuffed” members hanging out. We partied into the wee hours; dancing to the loud beats of techno, downing jello shots and sucking vodka out of the nipples and penis of Lugez molds. I had goody bowls scattered throughout the house with complimentary pillow packets of lube, “Good Head” lip balm and rubber coasters, compliments of my friends at Doc Johnson. The men that had balls enough to answer my cat calls for big dick were awarded with the Big O cock rings. The ladies that were sexy in my eyes received sextoy.com rabbits. It seemed appropriate and ironic that after having hundreds of parties in my 40 years that on this night, three police officers would show up at 1:00 am to shut it down. Fortunately, being forty, had its advantages. I think the police were expecting a high school party where the parents were away. Shutting all the windows and doors, containing the music inside was enough and the party roared on.
The following day, a group of diehards were still awake, drinking beers and watching football. The street was littered with red plastic cups, beer bottles and cans. The lawn showed evidence of someone attempting to leave and being stopped by a light pole. The cake went untouched, whereas all of the munchies were crushed into the rugs throughout the house. There wasn’t an ounce of alcohol left in the house. Some poor bastard opened the kids sparkling cider and drank the entire bottle, I suspect thinking it was champagne.
Before I could clean the house and take Advil I heard pictures were being added and comments made about the party on Facebook. I was happy. At forty I and fellow forty year olds could still party like rock stars and brag about it. The amount of time to recover was a little longer then it was in my twenties and thirties. However the satisfaction and appreciation for a wild night was greater at forty.
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