The following story is not true. It was written as a gift to a friend at the time who happens to be the character, Mike. If you like this story and would like to comment about it, I would be happy to receive your comments at Dikinout@aol.com. Thanks for taking the time to read it.
Birthday Ball
by Brian Devlin
It had been exactly a week since Mike got the last letter from Scott confirming the plans for their meeting. The day was about to arrive. Tomorrow afternoon, Friday, he was to fulfill the desire upper most in his mind for the last five weeks. That is, finally see Scott face to face and celebrate his new-found buddy's twenty-third birthday at the same time. It was going to be a ball . . . a real ball, come to think of it.
The evening was spent divided between washing the car, which was not in the best looking shape because of all the snow and slush he drove through daily, and tidying up the apartment. The bathtub ring got a special scrubbing and the toilet brush was pulled out of its holder and whisked around, sanitizing and deodorizing the ceramic bowl.
Clean towels were put out and the kitchen garbage was emptied. That took about an hour to accomplish, and upon looking at his watch, he saw that a long evening was still in front of him. The seconds on his digital watch seemed to creep by, holding back the new day he was looking so forward to.
A thought flashed through his mind. Soon, he had out all the letters that Scott had written him and he began going methodically through them, reading again the tantalizing passages. Of course, he could have quoted them word for word without pulling them out because of the many times he had read them. Letter by letter his eyes covered the pages, and again, just as it had the many times before, his cock came to life inside his underwear. In his mind he pictured his fellow jock lover . . . his hair, his eyes, his calves, muscled from the hours and hours of practicing and playing hockey. He could see him in the locker room following a big hockey game as he was removing the bundlesome padding of the team uniform. Piece by piece the covering came off until all that was left was the sweaty jock strap. There, bending over, with one foot on the floor and the other on the bench untaping an ankle, he could see the supporter riding tightly around the waist, the two attached narrow bands running over the firm, rounded butt toward the pouch that caressed the dangling balls and the virgin shaft.
Scott had told him in his first letter that he had never had sex with another person, male or female. In his mind he walked up behind Scott, cupped the palms of his hands first on the beautiful mounds of flesh covering the gorgeous muscles of his butt and then slowly inched them down between the legs, through the crevice nestling the puckered love canal, into the bottom opening of the jock cup and then underneath the baby soft sac that swaddled the balls. Feeling the smoothness that had not been touched by another hand since his last diaper was changed as a toddler or perhaps by the team physician, checking for his athletic fitness, Mike reveled in the excitement of fondling virgin territory.
Before Mike realized it, his hand was between his own legs, kneading the bulge that was begging for attention. His own balls were moving back and forth in the tight covering as the turgid cock was manipulated. Coming quickly to his senses, he yanked his hand away. It had been two weeks since he had allowed himself to come. Thinking about the event that was soon to take place, he wasn't going to shoot it now. He wanted to save every throbbing moment of it for when he would celebrate Scott's becoming a total man by the consummation of his first "birthday ball."
Thinking that a long, brisk walk might help get his mind off tomorrow, he dressed for outside and set off. He was careful to not wear too much clothing, for he wanted to be somewhat cold when he got back so he could crawl straight under the warm covers of his bed and perhaps quickly go to sleep as he was warming up. Forty-five minutes later he walked through the door, went into the bathroom for a leak, pulled back the covers, stripped off his clothes and crawled into the lonely bed. Sleep didn't come quickly, but the sheer exhaustion of his body took over and sometime later he drifted into a light reverie. All night long his mind was flooded with fantasies of himself and Scott and more than once he remembered realizing his hands were hard at work between his legs.
Finally, morning arrived and even though the day was one for which he had long awaited, the almost sleepless night made him feel as if he was in a daze. The tingling from the shower head spray helped to bring him to his senses and soon he was caught up, once again, with the expectations of the day. His stomach forgot about eating, and looking at the clock, it was a good thing, for the traffic was going to be heavy as it was even without getting a late start. Dashing for the door, he remembered that he hadn't put on his cologne . . . the special, expensive kind that he saved only for special occasions. "I'm sure this fragrance will last through the day," he thought as he splashed it around his neck.
Sometime later he found himself at the plant. Micro-Tech Industries the sign read. It was quite a ride in from the country, but worth it since he really didn't enjoy the busy city life. Employees were coming and going, some nodding, some dodging, others attempting to mumble 'good morning', all bouncing off Mike's ears as his mind was on one thing. Walking into his work area, the first thing he saw was his boss with a stack of papers. "These are the refinements necessary on the work we did yesterday," he said. "Some of it didn't suit the guys upstairs."
"Shit, man," Mike thought as he saw what was ahead of him for the day. Looking at his boss he said, "You mean we've got to do all this over again."
"You got it man," was the reply.
Well, there was nothing else to do but get started. So, start he did. In a way, the day turned out pretty well. What he had to do, he could only do alone. He didn't feel like socializing with anyone else today, so, he kept to his task and as he did, his mind was occupied also. But, as the time ticked nearer to the time to get off work, it became harder and harder to concentrate on his task. Often, he found his mind daydreaming about what was to transpire in a couple of hours. Flashes of a naked Scott lying on his back, hands outstretched, beckoning for Mike to join him in an embrace flashed through his mind. But, the ring of a phone or the buzzer of a computer would alwaysbring him back to his senses and the reality of the job at hand. Finally, the end came, and grabbing his coat, he made off for the exit of the building.
As he walked outside, it was snowing. "Damn," he though. "I hope this snow doesn't slow down the bus." He was to meet Scott at the bus station in forty-five minutes. He stuck the key in the lock, opened the car door, slipped inside and started the engine. The speakers from the radio emitted the musical strains of "Happy Birthday, baby . . . " on the radio station. Sitting there for a few seconds, he chuckled at the timeliness of the song as he allowed the motor to warm up before taking off. His heart began to beat harder and harder as he made his way toward the bus station. It seemed as if he hit every red light between the plant and there. In a couple of places, some car accidents caused the traffic to back up several blocks. Eventually he made his way around them, however.
In his mind, he wondered if he would recognize Scott when he saw him. Scott had no pictures to send, so all he had was the written description. In his mind he had formed the perfect image, but he wasn't sure whether he would be correct or not.
Just as he neared the station, a car pulled out of a parking space and Mike was able to zip right in. What luck, he thought. Jumping out of the car, he practically ran the block and a half remaining. Bounding through the front doors, he began scoping the waiting room, looking for his special guy. People were everywhere . . . old ones, young ones, fat ones, short ones, tall ones and then . . . then . . . a perfect one. There he was. It had to be him.
Standing by a pay phone was the most awesome human being Mike had ever seen. A six-foot tall, sculpted figure with the face of an Adonis and eyes of an angel. He had on a bright neon colored coat, zipped half way up, covering a Bruins T-shirt and a pair of snug fitting jeans. High-tops anchored the figure to the floor and the wall as one foot was planted behind him against the scarred surface. Mike steadily walked toward the figure, continuing to study the face, comparing it with the description he had read many times in the letter.
Stopping directly in front of the figure, he looked the guy directly in the face, staring straight into the eyes. Standing that way for a few moments, the figure stared back. Their eyes were locked in a gaze for what seemed like an eternity, but what could only have been a few seconds. The lower portion of the face broke into a smile and both spoke at the same time, each saying the other's name, making the inflection at the end sound like a question.
Hands reached forward and grabbed each other, grasping tightly as feelings from deep inside both rushed through the limbs and made their way inside the other through a passionate handshake that was every bit as erotic as intercourse itself. Each didn't want to release the other. But, eventually, the handshake became a buddy hug as each other's arm went around the other's shoulder.
Mike reached down and picked up Scott's bag and together they made their way back toward the front doors. Soon they were on the sidewalk outside, walking down the street toward the car. First, unlocking the passenger door, Mike opened it for his friend before walking to the back and lifting the hatchback where he put Scott's bag. Crawling into the car on his side, Mike could only sit for a few moments and stare into the eyes of his new found love. The return look from Scott was just as intense. Here they were, two jocks, passionately drawn to each other, each wanting what the other had to give.
Giving in to his passion and forgetting the straight image he worked so hard to portray before those he knew, Mike leaned forward, reached his hands for the sides of Scott's face and gently pulled him toward himself until their lips met, first gently, and then more fiercely as their erotic beings convulsed through their veins and their tongues were coursing into each other's mouths in wild abandon.
Finally releasing the embrace, Mike let out a piercing scream of release that had been building up for several weeks. Scott looked at him, a bit bewildered, but still with a look in his eyes of wanton passion. This sort of activity was completely new to him in practice, but well rehearsed as he had imagined it over and over many times through his unfulfilled fantasies. He reached out and placed his left hand on the upper thigh of Mike whereupon he gave it a firm squeeze, his own desire communicated through the touch.
Managing to come back to reality, Mike started the car and pulled out into the evening traffic. Although eating was something that seemingly wouldn't have been on either one's mind, Mike's stomach reminded him that he hadn't eaten all day long. He asked Scott when the last time was that he had eaten. It had been at noon. So, even though something much more important than eating was going to consume the evening, he decided that hunger would set in some time and then he would have wished he had gotten something to still the hunger pangs. He knew of a deli down the street, so he pulled in and went inside. It seemed everywhere he looked there were objects that made his mind think of sex. The long sausages lying in the display window as well as hanging from a strung up line pulled across the room reminded him of the many long anticipated visual fantasies that were soon to become reality. Managing to bring his mind back to the purpose at hand, he selected the fixings for some sandwiches later on, paid for them and then started on the trip home. It seemed like a long drive, but was made tolerable by the conversation with Scott.
Scott had left about mid-morning from Boston. He related that the trip hadn't been too bad, but he was glad to get off the bus and stretch his legs. And, of course, he was glad to finally get to meet Mike face to face. Eventually, Mike pulled onto Halifax Drive and after awhile into the parking lot of his apartment complex. He retrieved the bag from the back of the car, led Scott to the apartment where he unlocked the door, opened it and stepped back for him to enter. When they were both inside, Mike dropped the bag, took off his own coat and reached for Scott's. Putting them in the closet, once more he just stood and stared at the angel standing in his living room. The angel stared back at him, his lips twitching slightly as if experiencing a bit of nervousness. Eventually, even though obviously shy, Scott stepped forward and reached for Mike. Not knowing exactly what to do with his hands, he slid them under Mike's arms and around the back. Mike's more skillful arms engulfed Scott and once more their mouths met. When they both came up for air, Scott released his hold and stepped back. In an embarrassed, quiet voice he said, "I'm not sure what to do now."
In a whisper, Mike replied, "There's no need for you to be concerned. I'll take care of everything." With that, he gently reached down and began pulling the shirt from inside Scott's pants. In a slow, erotic motion, he pulled the shirt higher until the luscious nipples of his new lover came into view. With the shirt gone, he reached and caressed his shoulders and arms, running his hands over the muscles of his beautifully developed biceps. Next, his fingers found the nipples, standing at erotic attention. Taking the index fingers of both hands he teasingly circled round and round the blushing points and then adding the thumbs, firmly rolled them back and forth between the pinching fingers. Scott's eyes closed in obvious passion and he rolled his head backward. His lungs filled with a long breath of air and then gently relaxed as it slowly made its way out. Replacing his fingers with his mouth on the nipples, Mike gently flicked them and then made tiny circles around them with his tongue, causing Scott to once morepull in a long breath. It was obvious Scott was captured with lust and he began to appear delirious with desire.
Bringing his hands down the torso, stopping briefly at the inviting navel, Mike next found the top of Scott's pants and began to undo the buttons. As he unbuttoned lower and lower, he could see the plain white jockey shorts that were encasing the midsection and the tuft of hair peeking out of the top of them. Pulling gently on it, he felt the silky texture and could hardly wait to bury his face in the unseen mass underneath the white cotton. The front of the shorts sported a firm bulge from the excitement that lay beneath them. He pulled down the jeans but left the shorts up and pressed his face into the crotch, outlining with his mouth the shaft that was attempting to make its way out of the stained fabric. Without saying a word, Mike indicated with his hands that he desired Scott to get down onto the carpet. He helped him ease down until he was lying on his back. The sneakers were removed next, leaving the white socks on and then the pants were pulled from his legs.
Scott had told him in a letter that he hadn't worked out much in awhile, but from the looks of his legs that was not very evident. Perhaps his hockey playing was strenuous enough to keep what he had done in weight training near its peak. His calves were large, and as Mike's eyes moved upward, he took in the massive thighs that caused the leg openings of Scott's briefs to expand tightly around their upper part. He couldn't resist running his hands up and down the legs, kneading the muscles. What a beautiful sight lying back on the floor with his legs open and beckoning for more attention.
Slowly, Mike stood, standing above Scott and between his legs. He began removing his own clothes, beginning with his shoes, shirt and then his pants. Finally, all he had on were his underwear. His, too, were protruding from the front as his hard tool was pressing from his body. Slipping his fingers into the top of the waistband, he began a slow push as downward they started. Even though he tried to pull them straight down, he could not, before taking his fingers and releasing his cock from the folds. It had them locked on. Soon it was released and the shorts dropped to the floor where he stepped out of them.
Looking down at Scott, Mike could see that he was breathing nervously as he stared at the just released seven inch monster. Knowing that this was his first time, he so wanted it to be special and gentle if necessary so that he wouldn't be afraid. He decided to tease Scott by standing above him and performing lewd movements with his own muscular, naked body. He began by placing the palms of his hands over the nipples of his pecs and then slowly moving them down over the ripples of his abdomen until they reached his pubic forest. There, they separated and each hand slid around the brushy area joining together again just under the ball sac. Taking one ball into the fingers of each hand, he pulled them downward, inflicting mild pain on himself. As the balls were alternately pulled down and allowed to return, his hard cock sprang up and down like a springboard under the feet of a diver.
Next, he moved one hand to encircle his cock and slowly moved it up and down the meat. Looking at it, he was reminded of the salami the guy at the deli had sliced for sandwiches, except the deli sausage didn't have ridges and veins making their way down its length. He was proud of his penis. Just as he worked hard to develop the muscles of his body, he worked just as hard to keep this muscle-like object in shape by giving it ample workouts with his hands just as he was doing now. The large, swollen glans was a deep purple tonight and the outside ridge sparkled in the light of the room as the wetness from the end was rubbed over it. Continuing to stroke it from top to bottom, he could feel his cum begin to pump up from his balls. By now, more clear ointment was streaming out the end of it and beginning to drip down on Scott's stomach. Realizing he was getting too close to the brink, he released his shaft and allowed it to hang deliciously from his body.
Next, he decided to strike some body builder poses as he continued to stand there. He moved rhythmically as he changed from one pose to the other the way he had seen it done on T.V. He turned around so that his big, tight, round butt would be viewable. He even did some squats similar to the way he did them in the workout routine while still turned around. He wanted Scott to see a sample of what was in store for him if he wanted to take advantage.
Finally, he could wait no longer. He turned back around to face Scott, went down onto his knees and reached for the front of Scott's crotch. The front of his shorts were still straining from the massive tool underneath and a wet spot had made an appearance. He reached out and rubbed his finger over the moistened area and felt the sticky lubricant ooze through the threads. He then managed to find both balls still covered by the tight material.
"These are the birthday balls," he thought as he gently mashed them between his fingers and moved them around in the compacted area. Lifting the edge of the shorts first on one side and then the other, he managed to pull Scott's balls out on both sides so that they were compressed against his body, being held captive by the elastic in the leg openings. Mike bent over and allowed his tongue to wash both of them before gently biting them between his lips.
Having moved Scott even higher up the ladder of passion, he then put the balls back inside the shorts and pulled the fly opening out with one hand. Reaching through the opening with the other, he fished out the long, hard saber that had been trying so hard to get free. Both of them audibly gasped as it came out. Scott, from the feeling of another man's hand around it, Mike's, from the sheer beauty of a twenty-three year old virgin cock that was perfectly shaped as if chiseled from the finest marble. It was moist on the end from the pre-cum that had already wetted the front of his underwear. As Mike ran his hand up and down it, additional clear, thick, glistening natural ointment oozed its way out of the slit and sparkled in the light emitted from the lamps in the room.
By now, Scott was in almost total frenzy. His head was moving back and forth, his hands were thrashing out to the side and he was thrusting his crotch forward as if fucking the air while Mike's tight hand encased the penis. He moaned and his muscles contracted throughout his whole body as Mike continued to pump the shaft up and down andmove his balls around in the sac.
Mike was delirious in his own right. Here he was, fulfilling his hundred dreams, caressing and loving a body that was totally giving in to him and willing to accept anything he was giving it. Once, as Scott thrust his midsection up, Mike grabbed both sides of the shorts and yanked them down over the hips, fully exposing the objects of his craving as they sprang from the healthy crop of matted hair. His cock sprang back against his body as it was pulled through the fly opening of the jockeys. From the angle of its protrusion from the body, it confirmed the youthfulness of this sexual being.
Sitting there, taking in this glorious sight, it was all Mike could do to keep from diving onto the extended tower and engulfing it with his mouth. He knew there would be all the time in the world during this weekend to fully enjoy over and over everything that could be done between two male bodies. So, he wanted to make last forever each progressing moment heading for full consummation.
Time after time he had fantasized about lying completely on top of his new buddy, grinding his body down and writhing as muscles grabbed muscles. That's exactly what he did, once more pressing his lips against Scott's. They completely engulfed each other and rolled from side to side as first one was on his back and then the other. Sounding like two mates in the honeymoon bed, they groaned, grunted and groveled there on the floor.
Finally, Scott wound up once more on his back with his legs pushed slightly up, wrapped around Mike's upper legs while Mike stood on his knees, his cock hovering closely over Scott's. They stared into each other's eyes once more and Mike leaned forward and played again with the nipples on the peaks of Scott's pecs. He planted his handsfirmly on the muscled shoulders and ran his fingers along the protruding veins as they ran the length of the arm. Taking his hands from the arms, he then rested them on the knees of the reclining figure and then slowly moved them downward on top of the thighs as he once more reached them to the shaft.
Taking it in his left hand, he lifted it from its angled position until the tip of it pointed straight into the air. He studied it as he traced the protruding veins snaking their way around the beautiful cylinder. Scooting back a little bit, he began to move his face downward, his mouth open, ready to finally consummate the luscious foreplay. He looked at Scott's face as he moved toward the shaft. His eyes were in a daze and his mouth was open as he was taking in deep breaths.
Reaching the prized object with the opening of his mouth, Mike inched his tongue out and just touched the double nippled end of it. The fresh pre-cum grabbed at his tongue like a magnet. As he lifted his tongue up, a thin string of it remained connected between the two objects. Then Mike extended his tongue again. This time he began slowly lapping underneath the glans, causing Scott to once more emit low groans of pleasure. The movement of the tongue began making its way around the glans, at times digging itself into the moat that separates the ridge of the knob with the shaft itself.
Scott's breathing became faster and faster as the frenzy built inside him. Finally, because he couldn't hold it back, Scott suddenly shoved his crotch upward and his fiery dick propelled into Mike's throat and his balls pressed against both cheeks. They both expelled uncontrollable sounds as the cock planted itself. Without any hesitation, Mike began the assault on the instrument, moving his head up and down, up and down as fast as he could. He tightened his lips, making the pressure as intense as if it was stuck up an ass hole. Up and down he continued to move, occasionally lifting his mouth off the organ and running up and down the length of it with his lips on the outside.
Instinctively, he made a dive for one of Scott's balls and he sucked it into his mouth and pulled hard on it as he closed his lips tighter and tighter, clamping his teeth around it as if it were a vise. Scott was delirious with passion. His feet were moving up and down the carpet and his knees were moving in and out. His hands were thrust above his head and his head was heaving back and forth. He was like a wild animal.
Mike moved back to the cock and closed his mouth around it once more. Scott began making sounds which were recognizable to Mike as sounds made when one is about to climax. Quickly, he grabbed the base of Scott's penis and clamped it tightly, holding it still until the sounds stopped and the nearing climax retreated a bit. He had determined earlier in his mind that when Scott came for the first time, he wanted to receive it deep within his body.
His next movement was to stand and step forward over Scott's body and straddle his waist. Next, he kneeled down, separating his knees on either side of Scott. Reaching back between his legs, he took Scott's penis once more and pushed it upward until it was at a right angle with the floor. Beginning to lower his butt, he put one of his own fingers just inside his hole and then made movements which brought his inserted finger into contact with Scott's penis. When the two met, his own finger slipped out and the head of the lascivious cock took its place.
When he felt the end of it get just inside the hole, he brought both his hands down to Scott's mid-section and clamped them around his waist on either side. He leaned his own head back, closed his eyes, and slowly sucked in a long breath as he slowly lowered his butt and allowed the long, slithery semen snake to move all the way in.
Once it was in, he brought his head forward, letting it drop down. He looked at Scott and saw that Scott's eyes were glued to his. They were drawn together by an invisible laser which held them tightly for a few moments. This trance was broken when Scott reached his hands upward and forward as if to invite Mike to bend down to him. Mike did so, his ass still planted firmly on Scott's groin.
As he lowered himself, his face just cradled under Scott's chin and their massive chests pressed against each other. Scott's arms reached around and cradled the back of Mike. Again, they stayed this way for awhile, each reveling in whatever was being passed back and forth through them.
Mikes eyelashes began to flutter, brushing underneath Scott's chin. This caused Scott to release his embrace and when he did so, Mike raised back up. Using the muscles in the legs he had worked so hard to develop, he pushed himself up a bit, lifting his butt from off Scott's groin, the cock still planted firmly in the hole. He held thisposition and, without any instruction from Mike, Scott began a gentle fucking motion. Tightening the muscles in his abdomen, he lifted his butt from the floor and as he did so, his cock drove deeper into the loins of his lover.
Up and down he went, time after time. What started out as a slow, rhythmic thrust, gradually turned into a more rapid pulsation. Mike joined in the movement and he began to push down as Scott was thrusting upward. Each time he did this, he felt a special contact made inside his body. It was as if this snake that was reaching so far upinside him was thrusting its forked tongue and tickling a particularly sensitive spot.
As each guy moved faster and faster, it was difficult to perfectly match the opposite thrust of the other, but soon it didn't matter because both were so caught up that it became maddened thrashing as they were moving toward the point which would send them over the brink into sensual oblivion. Mike thrust his torso back and pushed his chin into the air. He put both hands behind him and clasped each of his own butt cheeks as he rode onward and accepted the massive tool. His cock was thrust upward like the horn on a saddle.
Faster and faster they moved, their groaning growing louder until it sounded like they were in great pain. Suddenly Scott let out a long masculine scream, arched his body upward and held it there, his head moving back and forth from side to side and seemed to suspend himself in air as Mike felt the penis dug deep inside him become even more slippery and he realized that an overflow of semen was forcing its way out around the cock through his ass hole because there was not room enough to hold the deposit from Scott's balls.
Suddenly, without warning, Scott bounded upward from his reclining position, grabbed Mike by the shoulders and pushed him backward onto the floor. As he did so, his cock popped out of the slippery ass hole and slung jism onto his face and neck from the springing action. He made a dive for Mike's cock and began devouring it even more violently than his own had been assaulted. Mike was ecstatic with pent up fury and he couldn't hold back any longer.
Suddenly, there was an audible squirt as hot, molten semen shot from the red hot slit in the end of his penis. Scott's virgin mouth slurped it out like an infant with a nipple in its mouth and he swallowed every last drop of the milky white cream. Lifting his eyes to fix his gaze directly on Mike's face, he saw his buddy slowly mouthing in slow motion the words, "Happy birthday." Moving forward, he gently collapsed in exhaustion on top of Mike's body and placed his mouth near his right ear as he asked, "How was the birthday ball?"
Scott could only moan in reply as he lifted his head and then planted his mouth once more on top of Mike's. They writhed in another passionate embrace and buried their tongues in each other's mouth. The birthday ball had just finished its first number, but the dance card still had many entries, all with the same name by them.