"The Birthday Surprise" Copyright 1991 by Mathis B. Rogers This is a Gay Adult Story. It was written by me in 1990. If you are not 18/21 or over, then it is against the law for you to read this story. This is pure fiction, and none of the characters or places are real. Any resemblances of such is purely coincidental. Any comments or constructive criticism is welcome. Send them via email to Mathis B. Rogers The Birthday Surprise I was laying on my stomach on a beach towel. David, my roommate, lay next to me on his back on his beach towel. We lived in a small town about fifty miles from the lake. We had both taken the week off to go to the resort town by the lake. David and I had gone to high school together, and after graduation, had rented a nice two bedroom apartment in town and gotten jobs and gone on to college together. Although I had had my dates, and I had met most of his, I had always made sure that he never met any of the guys I dated or heard me talk to them on the phone. I didn't even know if he knew I was gay. To my knowledge, the girls he dated never said anything to him about it, so I didn't know if they noticed either. I had fallen in love with him the day we met, and although I had seen him nude a lot, I had never tried anything. We had planned on this vacation for about seven months. I looked over to our right at the ten story building and smiled as I remembered getting the last room at the nice resort that sat right on the beach, when I made reservations seven months before. Since it was the last room, it was a one bedroom suite. Though it was one bedroom, it had two double beds in the bedroom. So David and I didn't have to sleep together. Through out the time we had known each other, we had never slept in the same bed together, which was just as well, I didn't know if I could handle that or not, because we both slept nude. I looked over at David. He was six foot tall, had black hair and blue eyes. He was slender and very muscular. He worked out in the weight room at the apartment complex daily. The black hair on his chest and stomach was thick and soft. I ran my eyes down his sleek body to his tight bikini swim suit. The bulge in them was huge. I smiled as I remembered what it looked like. Limp, his cock was six and a half inches long and three and a half inches thick. Hard, it was eight inches long and five inches thick. He didn't know that I had slipped into his bedroom one night and measured it hard, then the next night measured it limp. That had been hard to do, because I was so tempted to suck it. And I was afraid that if he found out how I felt about him, he would move out, and I loved him too much to loose him. I had blonde hair and blue eyes. I spent quite a bit of time in the work out room myself, mostly with David. I was slender and had good muscle tone, but I made sure I never got muscular. The guys I dated liked me the way I was. Since I was always the "female" partner, I could be a real fem, or macho enough if we were in public that no one would suspect. Raising up on my elbows, I looked out across the beach. There was a couple laying on a blanket about fifty feet from us. I watched her rub suntan lotion on his back. I jumped as David ran his hand down my back. "You'd better turn over," he said softly. I didn't tan as easily as he did and I was turning red. I rolled over on my back and he rolled over onto his stomach. "You about ready to go in?" he asked, he was laying the way I had been, with his cheek on his arms. "Yeah," I said. "I don't want to burn too bad." We got up and took our towels and suntan lotion and headed down the beach to the hotel. When we reached our room, David took a shower while I sat out on the patio and watched the people down at the pool. "Scott?" David asked. I turned around to see him standing in the patio door. He had on a pair of jeans that were unbuttoned, and he was holding a muscle shirt in his hands. I let my eyes run down his upper torso to the top of his jeans. His stomach hair ran downward and I could see the top of his pubic hair above his briefs. He slipped the shirt over his head and buttoned up his pants. "I just remembered something that I wanted to go get," he said, as I followed him into the sitting room. "Why don't you go take a shower while I go get it?" he asked. "I'll meet you down in the restaurant about six for dinner." I looked at my watch, it was three fifteen. "Will it take you that long to find it?" I asked. "Maybe longer," he admitted putting his shoes on. "But I hope not." "What is it?" I asked frowning. "Maybe I should go with you." He smiled and shook his head, "Huh uh," he said teasingly. "My lips are sealed. You'll find out soon enough," he said and squeezed my arm. "If I can't make it by six, I'll call and leave a message for you in the dining room," he said and headed out the door. I went into the bathroom and took a shower. I was going crazy trying to figure out what he was going to get that he didn't want me to know about. We had agreed that the vacation was my birthday present; the next day was my birthday. And this vacation was costing us a small fortune, so I couldn't think why he would go buy me something after agreeing not to. I lay down on the bed we had agreed would be mine and took a nap. We had just arrived that morning. By fifteen till six, I was dressed in jeans and a sport shirt, sitting at a table that had a nice view of the beach. At six-fifteen the waiter arrived and handed me a message. "Scott," I read, "Sorry, but it's taking longer than I thought. Go ahead and eat. Will be there by eight. David." I ordered a salad and sat and picked at it. I wasn't very hungry. I looked across the dining room. At the table by the door to the kitchen a young man sat alone, he saw me look at him and smiled. I returned his smile and looked out the window to the beach. Couples were going for walks after eating. Sighing, I lay my fork down. "You look like you've been stood up," a deep male voice said softly. I looked up to see the man from the table by the kitchen door standing there. "Mind if I join you?" he asked. "Sure," I replied motioning to the chair which was reserved for David. He sat down. "I'm Marty," he said extending his hand across the table. "Scott," I replied taking it. It was a limp handshake and he winked at me as we shook hands. He wasn't bad looking, although his nose was crooked, like it had been broken. He had a nice muscular body, although he was a little overweight. He had green eyes and brown hair. From what I could tell from where his shirt was open at the collar, he didn't have much hair on his chest. He did have a nice warm smile, though. "You're right," I told him. "I was stood up. My roommate went to get something, and hasn't got back yet. I just got a note from him that he will be here at eight." We sat and made small talk for quite a while then the waiter came over with another note. "Scott," I read to myself. "I'm sorry, but I don't know when I'm going to find what I'm looking for. Forgive me? David. p.s. I hope to be in my ten." I looked at my watch, it was fifteen till eight. I sighed and put the note in my shirt pocket with the other one. "He won't be here," I said, sadly. "Would you like to go for a walk?" Marty asked standing up. "Sure," I said and stood also. I signed my ticket and we went out to the beach. Marty was about five-nine. I was five-seven. He led me down the beach to a cluster of rocks. "Have you ever been here before?" Marty asked as I sat down on the edge of a flat topped boulder. "No," I replied. "My father wasn't into recreation. We never went anywhere when I was growing up. I think David has been here a few times, though." "Why don't we forget about David?" he said softly as he pulled me into his arms and kissed me on the lips. I put my arms around his neck and returned his kiss. Then I pulled back. "What's wrong?" he asked. "We might get caught out here," I replied looking toward the shore line. "Don't worry about it," he replied kissing me again. "I've brought guys out here before, no one ever comes over here." He kissed me again and I pulled him closer to me. I spread my legs and his crotch was even with mine and he pushed his growing organ against me. I unbuttoned his shirt. By the light of the moon reflecting off of the water, I could tell he didn't have any hair on his chest, but there was a small trail that ran down from the bottom of his belly button to his pubic hair. Unsnapping his pants, I pulled his hard dick out of the confining material. He pulled me down off of the top of the boulder and I knelt down and ran my tongue around the head of his cock. He was about eight inches long and pretty thick. I had had guys the same size as him before, and had no trouble taking them up my ass, but I did have trouble giving them head, because I had a small mouth. I knew if I ever did get David, I would have any trouble giving him head, too. I ran my tongue down the base of his dick, then sucked on his balls and licked my way back up to the head again. There I put the head in my mouth and moved my tongue back and forth on the base of the head as I sucked him. He put his hands on my head and pushed with his hips. "Oh, shit, Scott," he gasped. "That feels gooood." After a few minutes he was really moaning and I was getting worried that someone was going to hear him. I was relieved when he pulled my head against him and shoved his dick down my throat and panted, "Oh, Scott, yes, I'm here," and shot his load into my mouth. I swallowed his cum then he pulled me to my feet and started kissing me on the lips. "Will David let you do that?" he asked softly between kisses. "No," I replied as he turned me around. He reached around in front of me and undid my jeans and pulled them and my briefs down. "What about this?" he asked spitting on his fingers and sticking them up my ass. After I was lubricated, he pulled a condom out of his jeans pocket, and slipped it over his still hard organ. Leaning me over the rock, he slipped it up my ass. "No," I said as he held me by the hips and began pumping his organ inside of me. After a few minutes, he pulled me away from the rock and reached around and started to stroke my dick. It wasn't long before he sped up and I squirted my cum over the rock while he shot another load into me. "Oh, shit," he said pulling me against him after we had come. "That's the best ass I've had in a long time." I pulled my pants up and he turned me around, kissing me on the cheek and lips. "I'd like to do that again before you leave," he said snapping his pants. "So would I," I said kissing him on the lips. We sat down on the warm sand and looked out across the water and made small talk for about an hour, then we got up and started back to the hotel. He put his arm around me and I put my head on his shoulder as we walked. It was about ten when we reached the dining room. He still had his shirt off, but he had removed his arm from around me. The waiter that had waited on me was standing beside the door when we went in to go through to the lobby. He handed me a note. "Scott," I read, "I finally found what I was looking for. Now I just have to go get it. David. p.s. don't wait up, it may take a while." "What time did this come?" I asked. "About two minutes ago," the waiter replied looking knowingly from Marty to me and back again. "Thanks," I said. "I'll be in my room if he calls again." I told Marty goodnight and promised to try to see him before I left, then went upstairs to my room. After watching the news, I went out on the balcony and watched the other guest down at the pool. It was eleven-thirty when I finally got up and went into the bedroom, took a shower, then climbed into bed. David still hadn't come back or called since ten. The telephone on the table between the beds was ringing. The travel clock I had brought with us said it was six-thirty am. I picked up the receiver. "Hello?" "Good morning, Sir," a woman's voice said. "It's six-thirty. Your breakfast will be up at six-forty-five as you requested." "Thanks," I said sleepily and hung up the phone. I dozed off. "Hey sleepy head," I heard David say. I felt his warm hand run down my arm. "Wake up," he said shaking me. I opened my eyes. He was sitting on the edge of my bed with his robe on. I sat up and looked around. His bed had been slept in, and he had two trays sitting on a cart between the beds. "Happy birthday," he said as he put one of the trays on the bed over my lap. "We start off this special day with breakfast in bed," he continued as he put the cover back on the cart. I looked at the plate in front of me. There were scrambled eggs, hash browns, sausage, and toast. There was a glass of orange juice and a carton of milk. "I feel like I'm in the hospital," I said straightening the pillows behind me. "I promise the food is better than there," he replied smiling. He hadn't shaved yet and his hair hadn't been combed. He looked like he had just gotten up when the tray had arrived. "Scoot over," he said picking up the tray in front of me. He put it back over my lap after I had slid over, then he sat down beside me and put his tray over his lap. Together, we sat on the bed and ate. "Did you get what you were looking for?" I asked taking a sip of juice. "Yeah, you're going to love it," he said happily. "What is it?" I asked looking around. "It's not here," he replied. "And you'll see it as soon as we're done with breakfast and we've taken a shower." "What time did you get in?" I asked. "My we're full of questions this morning," he said teasingly. "Just curious," I replied shrugging. "It was about twelve-thirty," he said taking a bite of sausage. "You were asleep, so I didn't want to wake you." "Thanks," I said. After we finished eating he put the trays back on the cart, then sat back down beside me. "So, what did you do all evening?" he asked crossing his legs as he stretched them out on the bed. I was still under the sheet, but his robe fell aside exposing his upper right thigh. He raised his arms above his head and locked his hands together, resting his head in them. "Not much," I replied with a sigh. "I went for a walk, then came back and watched TV. Then I sat out on the balcony and watched everyone down at the pool, then went to bed." "Hey," he said putting his arm around me and pulling me into his chest. I rested my head on his shoulder and my hand on his chest. It was the first time he'd ever hugged me. "I'm sorry I left you alone last night," he said, softly. "It's okay," I said as he rubbed my back with his hand. He pushed me away and looked into my eyes. "I love you," he said. "I wouldn't have left you here alone if it wouldn't have been important." "I said it was okay," I said as he pulled me into his arms again. I couldn't believe my ears, he had actually told me he loved me. I had to fight the urge to tell him that I loved him too and to raise up and kiss him. He held me for a moment, then kissed me on the top of the head and pushed me away again. As he swung his left leg off of the bed, his robe fell open. He took it off and lay it on his bed. "Why don't you go get in the shower while I shave?" he suggested, heading for the bathroom. "Okay," I agreed and got up and followed him into the bathroom. By the time I got out of the shower, he was finished shaving. It was the same routine we went through every morning. I showered while he shaved, then he showered while I got dressed. Due to a skin problem I had, I had had electrolysis, and didn't have to shave. We were just leaving the suite when David snapped his fingers. "I forgot something," he said turning back to the door. "Go on down, and I'll meet you in front of the gift shop," he said. He must have read the look on my face, because he put his hands on my arms and looked me in the eyes. "I promise," he said softly. "I'll be right down." "Okay," I said and turned to go downstairs. "Oh, Scott!" he called as I reached the top of the stairs. I turned around as he caught up with me. "I forgot my key, can I use yours?" "Sure," I replied handing it to him. That was unlike him, he never forgot his keys. We lived in a security building and if you forgot your keys you were locked out of the whole building, not just the apartment. It was a good thirty minutes before I looked up and saw David coming toward me. "What took so long?" I asked. "Montezuma's revenge struck after I got my wallet," he said guiding me out the door. There was a bell boy standing in front of David's Chrysler Le Baron convertible that was parked in front of the door. He opened the door for me as David walked around to the drivers side. He started the car and pulled out into the early morning traffic. "Where are we going?" I asked. "It's part of the surprise," he said. We rode along in silence for a while, then he pulled into a long winding driveway that led up to a beautiful beach house that sat on a ridge over looking the lake. He hopped out and came around to my side of the car and opened the door. I got out and we went up to the house. I thought he was going to ring the doorbell when he pulled a key out of his shorts pocket and opened the door. He stepped aside and motioned for me to enter. The modern living room that stood before me was cool. There were french doors that went out to the patio, then a nice back yard with steps down to the private beach below. "What are we doing here?" I asked as he led me over to a door that went into another part of the house. "You'll see," he said opening the door. "Surprise!" he yelled as I looked into the room. It was a den. There were streamers and balloons hanging from the ceiling. A large sign hung above the patio doors that read, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SCOTT!" "No wonder it took you all night," I said. "Did you do this all by yourself?" I asked giving him a hug. "Sure did," he replied kissing me on the cheek. "But we can't afford to rent this place," I said as I looked around. I had checked on the price of beach houses when I was making arrangements for the vacation. "Who said anything about renting?" he asked. Then he laughed as my mouth fell open. If it could have, my chin would have hit the floor. "No, I didn't buy it," he said leading me over to the couch. "My parents own it." "Then why didn't you tell me when we were making arrangements?" I asked. "We could have saved all the money for the hotel." "Because," he said. "I wanted to do just what I did," he said standing up. "Come on," he led me out to the car and opened the trunk. Our suitcases were there. He smiled as he saw my expression. "This is the real reason I took so long to get back to you," he said handing me mine. "I had to pack, load the car, and check out without you seeing me." "You nut," I said shaking my head. He hugged me. "Yeah, but your expression when you saw the den was worth it." "Thanks," I said as we went into the house. He led me up the winding staircase to the bedroom. "We can sleep in here," he said putting his suitcases on the queen-size bed. After we unpacked, he showed me the kitchen. "I got us some steaks," he said, "we can have a cookout." The rest of the day we spent down at the beach, playing volleyball and laying out in the warm sun. David cooked the steaks on the grill out on the patio, that evening, and I made potato salad. We were sitting on the upstairs balcony after dinner. I got up and went into the bathroom and took a shower, then I put on my robe and went back outside. David got up and went inside to take his shower. About fifteen minutes later he returned. "What side of the bed do you want to sleep on?" he asked. I looked back at him, he was standing nude in the patio door. "The right," I said yawning. "Unless you'd rather have it." "No, that's fine," he said and went back into the bedroom. I got up and went in also. He was laying on his back on the left side of the bed, he had the sheet up to his waist, and his right arm on the pillow above his head. I took my robe off and lay down next to him. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks for today," I said. He put his arm around me and pulled me against him. "I'm glad you had a good day," he said softly, rubbing my back. I had my hand on his chest, and my head on his shoulder. He held me that way for a moment, then he kissed me on the top of my head. "Hey, Scott?" he said softly. "Yeah?" I had almost dozed off, it felt so good to lay next to him with his arms around me. I raised up and looked at him, he kept his arms around me. "Would you suck my dick?" he asked running his right hand down my back and squeezing my ass. I leaned down and kissed him on the lips. His mustache was as soft as the hair on his chest. "I'd love to," I said. I ran my hand down his chest to his stomach. About an inch above his bellybutton my hand was met by his throbbing organ. I wrapped my hand around it, then, kissing his chest, I made my way down to his cock. I kissed the head of it, then I licked the back of it down to his balls. I pushed the sheet back out of the way and started sucking his balls. "Oh Scott, yes," David moaned. "That feels good." I licked my way back up to the head of it and got as much of it in my mouth as I could. I raised up with only the head in my mouth and licked the hole, then I licked back and forth on the base of the head. David's moaning became louder as I stroked his dick with my hand and sucked his balls and licked the head. It was a good forty-five minutes later when he grabbed my head and pushed me down against him and shot his warm load into my mouth. "Oh shit, Scott," he said trying to catch his breath, "that felt great." He pulled me back up against him and kissed me on the lips. "I'm glad you liked it," I said. "I did." I lay my head down on his warm chest. "Do you suck Tracy's dick like that?" he asked to my surprise, rubbing my arm. Tracy was the guy I was currently dating. I had mentioned him to David, but I always made sure I never said 'he', just 'Tracy', so he would think Tracy was a girl. I looked up at him and he smiled. "I forgot to tell you," he said, "Tracy stopped by day before yesterday morning while you were gone to the store." "Oh," I said and lay down on my back, staring at the ceiling, I had warned Tracy never to come over without calling first. "I must admit I was surprised when he came over," David said turning over on his side to face me. "You made sure to never let on that Tracy was a guy, although I was pretty sure he was. But what hurt the most was that you didn't want me to meet him." He rubbed my arm. "Why didn't you want me to meet him? Or any of your dates for that matter?" "I was afraid that if you found out that I was gay, you would move out," I admitted. David laughed and bent over and kissed me on the lips. "Darling, I've known you were gay since the day we met," he said putting his arm around me and pulling me close to him. "You have?" I asked dumbfoundedly. "You may not realize it," he said caressing my cheek with his left hand, "but you aren't very good at hiding your feelings. I can read your face like an open book." "Why didn't you say anything?" I asked. "What was there to say?" he asked. "The hardest thing I've had to do is see how hurt you are every time I bring a girl over. I was going to stop bringing Sue over, but I figured she'd wonder why, and I sure couldn't tell her that it was so I wouldn't hurt you, because then she would think that we were sleeping together. "Of course, the night's you snuck into my bedroom and measured my cock, I almost let you have it," he admitted, once again to my surprise. "You were awake then?" I asked. "Yeah," he replied kissing me on the cheek. "The second night I woke up while you were measuring it, but the first night I hadn't gone to sleep yet. I was just going to start masturbating when you snuck in. And when you asked if I was asleep, I thought I'd play like it and see what you did. After you left, I had to fight like hell with myself not to get up and go get in bed with you." "Why didn't you?" I asked rubbing his chest. Boy was I embarrassed. All this time David had known and hadn't said anything. Not just about me being gay, but that I had measured his dick. "I wasn't sure I could handle living with you with us sleeping together," he replied with a sigh. "What would you have done if I would have just left the room?" I asked. "When you didn't answer." "I never thought about that," he admitted. He ran his hand down my right side to my hip and pulled me closer to him. "Now, what else do you do with Tracy?" he asked, then leaned down, kissing me on the lips. I put my arms around him and pulled him down to me as our kisses became more intense. He pulled back and spread my legs. Then he spit on his fingers and pushed them up my ass. "Does he do this?" David asked as he guided his hard cock into my asshole. "Oh, yes," I gasped as he gently pushed his full eight inches into me. He pushed my legs down to my shoulders, raising my ass off of the bed, and leaned over me as he began to pump. He leaned down and kissed me on the lips. I put my hands on his sides and rubbed them as I pulled him closer to me. "Oh, David," I moaned as he pumped. "That feels so good." He smiled. "And you're so tight," he said. He raised up and spread my legs, pulling my hips closer to him. I could tell he was getting close. I reached down and took my own cock in my hand and began to pump it. "Oh, Babe," he moaned. "I'm coming," he panted as he began to pump harder. "So am I," I said as my own juices began to boil deep inside my balls. "Come with me," he panted. He pulled his cock out of my ass and began to masturbate with me. His come shot up over my stomach onto my chest as my own squirted out onto my stomach. "Oh shit," he sighed as he collapsed on top of me and began kissing me on the lips. "Are you sure you can handle living with me now, with us sleeping together?" I asked. I rubbed his back as we kissed. He raised up and smiled at me. "Yeah," he replied. "Now, what are we going to do about getting rid of Tracy?" "Why should we get rid of Tracy?" I asked. "I don't want anyone fucking you but me," he replied as he leaned down and kissed me. "What about Sue?" I asked, rubbing his back as the kissed me on the neck. "You wouldn't like to fuck her," he replied as he nuzzled my ear, "she doesn't have a dick." "Silly," I said laughing. "I meant it wouldn't be fair for you to have her and me not have Tracy." "Maybe we should introduce them," David suggested teasingly. "I don't think she's his type either," I replied. "Why don't we just forget about them both?" he asked as he lay down beside me and pulled me back over to him, laying my head down on his chest. "I love you," I said kissing him on the cheek. "I know," he replied as he rubbed my arm and kissed me on the top of the head. "Are you going to move into my room, or am I going to move into yours?" I asked. "Since I have the master bedroom, I think it would be more comfortable for us, since it's bigger," he replied. "Don't you agree?" "Yes," I said, "but as long as I'm with you, it doesn't matter." "I love you, too," he said as I raised up and kissed him on the lips. The rest of the week flew by. We spent most of our time in bed or down at the beach skinny dipping, which meant we were mostly doing the same thing we did in bed. After we got back home, we broke off with Tracy and Sue. Tracy took it better than Sue did, and luckily, David didn't have to explain why he was breaking up with her. I told Tracy the truth, and he was happy for me. He had known how I had felt about David ever since we had met.