The following story is a Gay Adult Story.  If you are offended by such
material or are under the age of 18/21, it is against the law for you to
read it.  If you enjoy the story, please email me at ruralguy@iname.com


Happy Birthday
by RuralGuy

John called to me from the kitchen,  "Hon, I need some help.  Could you come
here for a minute?"

"O.K., hon, I'll be there in a minute."

I walked down the stairs to the kitchen and was greeted by a "Surpise!"
Looking around, I saw Mike and his boyfriend, Mark and his new husband; God,
there were so many I can't remember who all was there.  Setting on the table
was a three layer cake with sixty-five candles; surrounding it were wrapped
packages of all sorts and sizes.  Tears came to my eyes, I certainly wasn't
expecting it.  John and I had agreed that we would spend a quiet day
together on my sixty-fifth birthday.  After all, this was my official day of
retirement and the best time we could have together was the rest and
relaxation that was going to be ours from now on.

"Thank you, babe."  I said to John.

John looked at me with a twinkle in his eys, "You surprised, babe?"  He
could tell just by looking at me that this had come as a total surprise.

Music from our CD collection blared in the background.  I must have danced
fifty times with every man in the room as they wished me a happy birthday
and gave me a kiss on the cheek.  Brightly colored packages were opened,
cards were read, kisses were shared, and I must admit that I groped every
crotch that I could get my hands on.  What a birthday!  To be surrounded by
all the men that one loved.  I couldn't have asked for a happier surprise.

Gradually, as the night got on, the party began to break up.  Each couple
wished me a happy birthday with many more to come and gradually the crowd
began to leave.  A couple of the newer couples were making out in the living
room.  Engaging in heavy petting sessions.  I bid everyone goodnight, and
went to my bedroom.  I removed my clothes and lay on the bed,  Suddenly, the
door opened with a slam and John walked in.

"What do you want, old man?"

John glared at me.  "You're a regular bitch!  I saw you grabbing every cock
you could!"  John walked over to the bed, jumped on top of me and forced my
hands above my head.  "Who in the hell do you think you are fooling around
with all that young cock?  And who the hell do you think you are calling me
an old man?"

"Well, you are two years older than I am, and I'm an old man."  John just
stared in my eyes.

"What about your feeling everyone up?"

I looked in his eyes and then looked at his face.  Wrinkles had grown deeper
and his hair had turned gray, but on top of me lay the man of my dreams--his
body still looked almost like it had years ago.  "Babe," I said, "Sure, I
like to look and I like to touch, but the only one I ever want up in me is you."

With that, John forced his lips to mine.  A hard kiss and tongues exploring
each others mouths as if for the first time.  Suddenly he lifted my legs to
his shoulders and I felt the insistent thrusting as he entered me.  His
brown eyes looked at my face, watching every expression as I felt the in and
out thrust, hard with passion.  Suddenly, I felt his dick get slightly
larger and then the pulses as his cum entered me.  Then, John grabbed my
dick.  Slowly he played with its head, gently moving his hand around my most
sensitive spots, until my cum spurted out between our bodies.  He wiped my
cum from his stomach with his hands and brought it to his mouth and then
mine.  Then he pushed his lips down to mine and forced his tongue into my
mouth.  Between breaths, he finally whispered, "Tell me again, babe."

"Johnny, I love you more than anything else.  I don't need anything but you
for the rest of my life."

With that, John kissed me gently on the forehead and said, "Happy Birthday,
babe."  He lay on the bed next to me, put his arms around my chest, and
whispered, "Good night, babe." 

I soon became aware of John's steady breathing as he fell asleep.  His arms
held me tightly, as if he were afraid I would leave.  A peaceful look of
complete happiness enveloped his face.  I soon started thinking about my
birthday and all the previous ones since I first became John's lover.  His
jealous bouts always surprised me, because there were no others that could
possibly  be as important to me as he was.  He and I were different as night
and day.  He stood 6' 1" and I, 5' 9".  He had a well developed muscular
body,  from years of working out and the various sports he had played.  I
was always the studious one, thin, almost petite.  He was always friendly
with everyone whereas I had to get to know someone before I would begin to
talk to him.  As different as night and day, yet one for so many years.

I had always held John as my hero; he was everything I admired in a boy,
then a teen and finally a man.  There was never a time that I couldn't
remember following Johnny around, just waiting for some acknowledgement of
my presence.  He knew I worshiped him and would sometimes turn around, look
me in the eyes and invite me to some new adventure that he thought we would
enjoy together.  He would always stick up for me and protect me from the
other boys when they made fun of me.  The year I turned thirteen everything
seemed to change in my life.  John was fifteen and suddenly he started
mocking me, calling me names.  He never did it when others were around, just
when we were alone.

"Billy, you're a fucking faggot.  All you do is follow me around and I don't
want you here."

Tears welled up in my eyes; Why did he call me names?  The only boy that I
cared for and now he didn't want anything to do with me.  "But I like you
Johnny.  Can't we play together?"

"No," he yelled; "Get away from me.  I don't want to see you again."

I ran to the house, crying.  My best friend, the only person I really cared
about didn't want anything more to do with me.  Sometimes, I would overhear
a friend of his saying something bad about me and Johnny would tell him to
shut up.  "Don't every say that about Billy again!"  He would yell.  I
couldn't understand it.  I mean, puberty and all the confusion I was going
through were enough; I didn't need the extra hassle from Johnny.

At nights, I would play with myself always thinking of Johnny; wishing he
were in bed with me.  I had seen him naked and had memorized every inch of
his body.  At fifteen, he was starting to develop from his constant
workouts.  Hair had started to cover his chest; mine was bare.  His pecs
stood out while mine were flat on my chest.  His chest and waist formed a V,
while mine was straight, accentuating my hips.  I remember seeing his soft
dick, after he got out of the shower.  It was about five inches, swinging
side to side as he walked to his locker.  God damn, mine only stood out
about an inch, and was only four inches when fully erect; I couldn't imagine
what his would be like hard.  But every night, I would play with the tip of
my dick, imagining that lying next to me was Johnny, approving  of what I
was doing,  until I could only feel my dick as it spurt white fluid on my
sheets.

My fourteenth birthday finally brought our animosity to a head.  I had asked
Johnny to stay at the party that Mom and Dad held for me.  I didn't have any
friends over.  I just wanted him to be there with me, but he refused.
Later, I left the house and walked to the woods which lined the side of our
house.  The air was fresh with the scent of pine and oak; birds screeched as
I walked deeper into the woods.  I could hear the squirrels in the trees as
they climbed from branch to branch.  I came to a large rock with small
indentations.  The kids always said that the Indians used these for grinding
acorn meal.  I imagined what it would be like to see some Indian, staring at
me. dressed only in his loin cloth.  Suddenly I stopped as I saw a deer with
a fawn in front of me.  Just as suddenly the deer with its fawn stopped, a
look of terror in their eyes as they saw me; then as I held my breath they
took off running the other way.  The smell of California lilac and the
beautiful lavendar blossoms then came to my attention.  I looked up through
the trees at the blue sky, clouds smiling down at me.  I was at peace, the
world was beautiful and I was a part of it.

Then in the quiet and beauty of my hideaway, I heard, "Fucking, queer,
you're spying on me.  You been following me again, haven't you?"   I looked
up and there stood Johnny in a pair of cutoffs with a plaid shirt.  I had
had enough.  I glared at Johnny and said, "Why the hell are you always
calling me names.  I've never done anything to you.  I've always loved you."

"Yeah, that's the problem faggot."

"Stop calling me that!  Why do you always say that?"

Johnny looked at me, his eyes glaring at me, "All the guys say you are.
They always say you check out their dicks in gym.  Everyone says you're a
faggot."

Suddenly, queer and faggot meant something to me.  I had never understood
what they meant, I just knew it was something bad.  Tears came to my eyes;
Johnny was right--I was a faggot and queer.  I started running away from
him, following a path as fast as I could.  I ran deeper into the woods.  I
ran across a small bridge, two planks of wood, over a creek when suddenly
one gave way and I fell headlong into the creek.  The current started to
pull on me, I felt myself being pulled along, my head and body hitting every
rock in the creek, when suddenly I felt myself being pulled up, plaid arms
enveloping me.

"That was pretty stupid, Billy.  But then, you're always doing stupid stuff."

I started shivering from my drenched clothes.  Johnny took off all my
clothes, hanging them on the limb of a tree so that they would dry.  Then he
removed his shirt and started drying my hair; he wiped the dampness from my
arms and chest, then my legs and feet, finally he wiped my back, touching
the cheeks of my ass softly; he turned me around and dried my genitals which
were now standing at attention, all four inches worth.

"Is it true what the guys are saying?  That you're always looking at their
dicks?"

"Yeah," I answered.

"But you're mine!"  Tears started to come to Johnny's eyes.  He grabbed me
tightly in his arms, as if he was afraid I would leave.

Johnny, lay me down on the, leaves rustling under me.  He undid his cutoffs,
letting them fall to the ground and then lay down on top of me; he gently
spread my legs and then looked into my eyes.  That same look came to his
eyes, inviting me to a new adventure that he thought we would enjoy
together.  He pushed his lips down to mine, pushing his tongue deep down my
throat.  All the feelings that I had felt in my nightly masturbation
sessions finally had reached there mark.  Suddenly he pulled away from my
lips and he looked into my eyes.

"Billy, you belong to me and I'm claiming you."  He spit on his hands and
rubbed it to his dick.  Then he raised my legs to his shoulders;  he pushed
one finger in my ass and gently played with the head of my cock with his
other hand.  Soon a second finger joined the first.  My breathing was
becoming heavy.  I could see his brown eyes looking down at me and a slight
smile on his lips.  Then I felt his dick starting to enter my ass.  At first
it created pain, but he gently guided it in, waiting for me to relax, all
the time playing with the head of my cock.  Then followed the sensation of
being filled with something that I never wanted out of me.  Slowly he
started thrusting his hips in and out of my ass, all the time playing with
the sensitive head of my cock.  My breathing became intense and I could feel
my heart racing.  Suddenly I understood what all my fantasies were leading to.

"Johnny, I'm going to start to cum."  Cum suddenly started squirting from my
dick.  Johnny continued his thrusts as I came between us, a look of passion
and approval in his eyes.  Then I felt the most incredible feeling for the
first time.  Suddenly Johnny paused in his movement and I felt his dick
throbing in my ass.  Pulsating and throbbing within me.  God, I had finally
found out what it was that I had always needed.  All my fantasies had
finally reached there climax in that one moment.

We just lay there quietly for awhile, listening to the songs of the birds in
the trees and the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves of the oaks;
all the time, Johnny held me tightly in his arms like he was afraid I would
leave.  Then he broke the silence, with a look of pain, "Johnny, you're
mine.  You don't belong to no one else."

I looked up at him and knew that I didn't belong anywhere else than in those
arms.  I looked up at him and said,  "Johnny, I love you more than anything
else.  I don't need anything but you for the rest of my life."

I looked over at the man who was now holding me; gray hair and  some
wrinkles had come in the years, but it was the same Johhny I had first made
love to fifty-one years earlier.  I felt content, those strong arms still
holding me as if he were afraid I would leave.  You know, they say the
family you choose is more important than the one's you have by the accident
of birth, but I had the best of both worlds.  Johnny, my brother through the
accident of birth, but my lover by choice.