Date: Wed, 22 Mar 2017 06:40:42 -0500
From: Brian.Wilson <bwilson@post.com>
Subject: Birthday Party Sleepover - Part 2 Gay Male (adult/youth)

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BIRTHDAY PARTY SLEEPOVER
BY BRIAN WILSON


CHAPTER 2


The next morning, I woke up bright and early. Actually, I had barely slept
thinking about what I had done with Michael in the early morning
hours. Quietly I went downstairs and I looked over the loveseat down on
Michael's young body. He was laying on his back and his penis was hard
again. I so wanted to nudge him and lead him back upstairs to my room for
another session of that young penis in my mouth, but I didn't dare. Several
of the other boys were starting to stir.

I went to the stove and started a pot of coffee. I sat down at the kitchen
table with the morning paper and waited until the boys woke up. Michael was
one of the first to wake and when he saw me sitting in the kitchen he gave
me a sly smile on his way to the bathroom. As he rounded the corner into
the hallway, he turned around and slid the front of his PJ's down and
showed me his hard penis. He wagged it back and forth, then stuck his
finger in his mouth and sucked on it, taunting me. He smiled and went into
the bathroom.

I made everyone a big pancake breakfast and they devoured every one I
made. About an hour later, everyone's parents started arriving to pick them
up. As Michael was leaving, he came up to me and shook my hand, thanking me
for everything. "Maybe I will see you again sometime" he whispered to
me. He left and I suddenly felt sad. I wondered if there ever would be
another time...

Anthony went upstairs to take a shower and get ready. Because there was no
school on Monday, he was going to be spending the night at his grandma's
house. I was going to drop him off later that morning. Anthony came down
with his sleeping bag and pillow along with his small duffle bag. I dropped
him off by noon. Because my wife was gone for the weekend, I was a free
man.

I went home and spent the afternoon cleaning up the family room from the
sleepover. As I was straightening the cushions on the loveseat, I felt
something tucked under one of the cushions. It was Michael's cell
phone. Curiosity got the better of me and I started looking through
it. There were the usual multiple text messages, most of which I didn't
understand because of all the slang, but I noticed that almost all were
from boys. I looked at his contacts and the only girl names. I saw were his
sister and mother.

I was about to put the phone on the counter when I thought about what
pictures he might have on the phone. I turned it back on and found the
gallery. I about dropped the phone. There were multiple selfie images of
Michael some of which he had no clothes on. One picture was of him in front
of his bathroom mirror with his penis rock hard. I sat down on the couch
and stared at it for the longest time. I wondered why he had pics of
himself on his phone.

I decided to see if the web browser showed a history of the sites he
visited. Most kids clear the log daily, but his still had not been
deleted. There was history back for a week on it. I noticed that a lot of
the site URL's were for porn sites. I clicked on the first one and it was
of a video where a girl was sucking a young guy's cock. It was the next one
that really spiked my interest. It was a gay video with two young guys
having oral and anal sex. The next couple that I clicked on also were gay
videos. What caught my attention on these were the fact that they had one
very young guy and one middle aged guy. Both of which the younger guy was a
twink and a bottom. I sat there wondering what Michael was really into...

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I was not going to answer it, but the person
would not take the hint that nobody was home. Angrily, I marched to the
door and threw it open, ready to give the person an earful. Standing on the
front porch was Michael. He was wearing a pair of silk shorts and a loose
fitting tank top. He smiled when he saw me. "Hey Mr. D" Michael said as I
opened the storm door. I looked out past him. I didn't see a car waiting,
but I noticed a bike parked on the driveway.

"What's up" I asked. I knew that he was probably here for his phone. I was
right.

"I think that I left my phone here this morning" Michael said. "Come on in"
I said, holding the door open for him. "Is that your bike" I asked.

"Yeah, It is a nice day out and I don't live far away, so I decided to ride
my bike over" he said. As he walked past me, I could smell a slight odor of
the cologne that all the kids seemed to wear these days. I led Michael into
the kitchen. He spied his phone sitting on the kitchen table. "I see that
you found my phone" Michael said, picking it up. I had not had a chance to
close out of the video that I had been watching on it, and when he hit the
power button to wake it up, his face kind of turned red. He looked up at me
with a sheepish grin on his face.

"I see that you have been looking at my phone" he said. I nodded my
head. "Did you like what you saw" he asked. I could see that the front of
his silk shorts were poking out.

"I did, very much" I answered him. "Especially the selfies you took". I
smiled. "But I am curious about the videos" I said. "Are you onto that" I
asked.

"Maybe" Michael replied. He looked into the family room. "Where's Anthony"
he asked.

"I dropped him off at his grandma's house for the night" I said. "And my
wife is gone for the weekend". I gave Michael a grin. Michael got a sly
smile on his face. "Maybe I could spend the night here again with "Anthony"
then..." he whispered. His shorts were tented big time. "That is if it is
alright with you" he grinned.

"Maybe we could work something out" I grinned back. "But what about your
parents" I asked.

"I will call them and ask, but they like it when me and my sister aren't
there. It gives them "alone time"..."

Michael turned on his phone and he punched the screen and put the phone to
his ear. I listened to him ask his mom if he could spend the night
again. "Yes mom" he said "Mr, D says it is okay". Michael held the phone
out to me. Michael's mom asked me if it was okay. "Yes, perfectly fine,
Michael is no trouble at all" I said.

I handed the phone back to Michael. He listened to his mother again and
then he said "yes mom I will be good and listen to Mr. D". Michael hung up
and said "she says I need to listen to you and to be sure to thank you for
letting me stay". He got a grin on his face. "Thanking you will be fun" he
said.

"I have to go home and grab my PJ's and I will be back in a little while"
he said. "Why don't you think about what we can do tonight for fun" he
grabbed the front of his silk shorts and wagged his hard penis at
me. Michael headed out the front door and pedaled off on his bike.

An hour later, the doorbell rang again. Michael was standing there with his
small backpack strapped to his back. His bike was up against the house. I
opened the garage and Michael pushed his bike inside. I led Michael into
the family room. Michael took off his backpack and pointed to the
loveseat. "Am I sleeping there again tonight" he asked. I shook my
head. "No, you are going to sleep where you should have slept last night" I
replied. My cock was getting hard, looking at him. "Upstairs in my bed".

"Where are you going to sleep then" Michael asked innocently. "With you" I
replied stepping close to him and wrapping my arms around him. Our bodies
came together and I could feel his penis pushing against my thigh. Michael
looked down when he felt my cock press against his belly. "Oh my, someone
wants something, doesn't he" he whispered. "More than you know, Michael" I
whispered back.

Michael's hand grasped my cock, squeezing it firmly. I reached down,
grabbing his tank top, pulling up and over his head. Michael was fumbling
with the button on my shorts. I reached down and undid it for him. His
hands found the zipper and I heard it as he quickly unzipped me. I had not
put on any underwear and my cock sprang free, slapping against his bare
belly.

"Oh my god, are you big" Michael whispered, his eyes growing wide. I had
always been impressed with the size of my cock. While not porn star size,
my 7 1/2" cock was still big. The mushroom head was nice and plump. Michael
reached out and took hold of it, wrapping his hand around it, his fingers
not meeting. I pulled my T-shirt over my head, tossing it aside. I put my
hands onto Michael's shoulders, pushing him down.

Michael knelt in front of me and he licked his lips. "You like that cock,
don't you" I asked. Michael nodded his head. I put my hand on the top of
his head and stepped forward. I pulled his head to my cock. I felt his lips
touch the tip and his tongue licked it. "That's it, show me what you can do
with that mouth Michael" I whispered. Michael greedily took the head of my
cock in his mouth. He sucked on the head like a lollipop, his tongue
swirling all around.

"Oh fuck, that feels good" I moaned. "I haven't had a blowjob in years". I
slid an inch of my shaft into his warm mouth. Michael slid forward and took
two more inches inside. My hands were running through his blond hair. I
felt Michael's hands reach around me and grip my ass cheeks, digging his
fingers into my flesh. Slowly I started to fuck his mouth. I was in
heaven. His warm wet mouth felt like velvet on my sex starved cock. I could
feel my cock leaking pre-cum and I heard him slobbering on my cock.

"That's it Michael, suck that cock" I was picking up speed and I felt my
hot load working it's way up my shaft. "Oh God Michael, I'm cumming" I
loudly moaned. Michael dug his fingers into my ass cheeks and I gave one
last shove into his mouth as my cock erupted. I kept my hands on his head,
holding him firmly in place. Spurt after spurt of thick cum flooded his
mouth. I heard him swallowing fast. Finally my cock quit spasming, and I
eased up on my grip on his head. Michael let my cock slip from his lips.

"Holy shit, Mr. D. You sure cum a lot" he coughed. I told him that's
because I hadn't had sex in almost a year. "I'm sorry I was so rough" I
said, rubbing the top of his blond head "but your mouth felt so good".

Michael looked up at me and smiled. "That's okay, I enjoyed that" and I
can't wait to find out how much you will like what we do later. But now,
it's my turn to have fun" he grinned. I thought to the videos that I had
seen on Michael's phone. Did "later" refer to anal sex? I tried to picture
what my cock would look like disappearing between his cute butt cheeks.

My thought was broken by Michael's voice. "Let's go upstairs daddy" he
whispered. He had a sly smile on his face. Naked, I picked him up in my
arms. and carried him up the stairs laying him down on my bed. His penis
was straining to get out of their silk prison. I knelt down and slid my
fingers into his waistband. Michael lifted his butt off the bed and I
yanked his shorts off of his body. "God, I missed your dick" I breathed
out. Michael ran his hand over his chest and belly to his 5 inch spike. He
wagged it back and forth. "You like this dick, don't you daddy" he teased.

I licked my lips. "Yes son, I want your dick" I replied softly. Michael
spread his legs wide and bent them at the knees. His scrotum was shriveled
up and his balls were tight against his body. "Suck me daddy" he moaned. I
lowered myself between his creamy thighs. I kissed my way down his thighs
and brought my lips down to his scrotum. Gently I took each ball in my
mouth and sucked on it.

"Oh god, that feels good daddy" he groaned. His dick was throbbing in front
of my face. I licked his wrinkled scrotum and between his thighs and the
wrinkled skin. His scent was intoxicating. Michael was wriggling on the
bed. He took hold of his dick and pointed it toward me. "Suck me please" he
moaned. I raised my lips to it and let my mouth slide over the head and
down his shaft. It throbbed over and over in my mouth. Michael took hold of
my head and held it in place. I knew what he wanted to do. I created a
vacuum and he started to fuck my mouth. His butt was lifting off the bed
and then bouncing back down as he thrust into my mouth. He was somehow able
to maintain his control for a good five minutes. I was really getting into
how his shaft slid in and out with my saliva coating it.

Finally Michael started to grunt and moan loudly. I wondered if the
neighbors could hear him. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuck, I'm cumming" Michael cried
out as he gave one huge thrust upward. His dick spasmed wildly in my mouth
and I felt him spurt against my throat. I swirled my tongue around his
shaft and helmet as much as I could. Michael's fingers felt like they were
pulling my hair out of my head. I wondered how an 11 year old boy knew so
much about sex. He definitely had done this before and was actually quite
good at it. Michael eased his body back down onto the bed and he let go of
my hair.  I slid up next to him on the bed. I leaned over and gave him a
light kiss on his lips. Michael put his hand behind my head and pulled it
down to his. Our lips met and I gave him a passionate kiss. I opened my
mouth slightly and I felt his tongue against mine. I pulled him on top of
me and ran my hands all over his young body. "Where did you learn so much
about sex" I whispered in his ear.

Michael proceeded to tell me that last year he had spent two months with
his cousin's family in New York. His cousin was 14 and he had taught
Michael a lot of things. I was intrigued. I so wanted to know about the
videos that Michael had been watching on his phone. I ran my hands down his
back and slowly massaged his butt. Michael smiled. "Maybe I will let you
explore later" he whispered. "But right now I am starved. How about we get
something to eat". he asked. I looked at the clock on the night stand. It
was 5pm. Time sure does fly when you are having fun I thought. "You go on
downstairs and I will be right down" I said. "I have to go to the
bathroom". Michael headed down. I did need to go to the bathroom, but I
also wanted to get something from my wife's medicine cabinet.

Neither of us had put on any clothes. I went downstairs and Michael had
already rummaged through the kitchen and he decided on spaghetti and a
salad. I got a pan of water boiling and put the jar sauce in a pan to heat
up. While the water boiled, I made a quick salad for us. Michael stirred
the noodles and sauce while I cut up the lettuce and vegetables for the
salad. I kept staring at Michael's bare butt as he stood at the stove. My
cock was starting to get hard thinking about what I wanted to do to that
butt later. I finished making the salad and I set the table. The pasta and
sauce was still not done so I slid behind Michael and wrapped my arms
around him. My cock was pressed against his back. Slowly, I rubbed it
against his butt crack.

"Mmm, you sure are horny, daddy" he giggled. "You have no idea how long I
have fantasized about you Michael" I whispered in his ear. I nibbled on his
earlobe. Michael turned around and I bent my head down and kissed him. His
hand found my hard cock. "You stir while I take care of this" he said,
dropping to his knees. I felt his tongue licking my cock. I was getting
really horny as he sucked and nibbled on my cock. I didn't want to cum
yet. The pasta was finally ready and I put my hand on Michael's head,
stopping him. "Dinner is ready" I said. "You can finish your desert later"
I said, smiling down at him.

I got everything onto the table and we sat next to each other
eating. Michael kept rubbing his smooth leg against mine. We finished
eating and I cleaned up the dishes and put them into the
dishwasher. Michael was sitting on the loveseat waiting for me to
finish. Instead of sitting next to Michael, I went and sat down on the
couch. "We will be more comfortable over here" I said. Michael came over
and curled up next to me. I put my arm around him and started rubbing his
back. Michael put his hand on my stomach and started to rub
gently. Michael's hand drifted lower and soon his fingers were running
through my pubic hair. Needless to say, my cock responded almost
immediately to the stimulation. Michael's hand slid around the shaft and
slowly jacked me.

I started rubbing his back and I felt him sliding downward. I leaned back
as I felt him start licking the head of my cock. "Oh fuck that feels good
Michael" I whispered. Soon he was bobbing up and down on me. I was
impressed that he was able to get almost 5 inches of my cock into his
mouth. My hand found his butt and started rubbing between his cheeks. I
traced my finger around his anus and I felt him moan. "You like that" I
asked. Michael briefly took his mouth off me and answered yes. He went back
to sucking. I reached down into the cushion for what I had gotten out of my
wife's medicine cabinet. I pulled out a small bottle of baby oil that my
wife used when she lay out in the back yard. I undid the cap and poured a
small amount into the palm of my hand. I let it trickle from my hand
between his cheeks. I slowly started rubbing it in between with my index
finger. Gently, I worked the oil into his tightly puckered anus with my
fingertip. Michael moaned again and repositioned himself so I could better
reach him. I slowly slid my index finger into him and he started to moan.

I had my index finger buried inside and I started to slide it in and out of
him. This seemed to flip a switch inside him. HIs sucking increased as well
as his moaning. I was getting really heated up with his sucking. I decided
to see what he would do if I inserted two fingers. I turned my hand
slightly and started to work my middle finger into him as well. At first it
didn't seem to want to go, but Michael pushed backwards and suddenly the
second digit slid in. Slowly, I started to slide both of them in and
out. Michael was writhing on the couch. "You really like that don't you" I
moaned. Michael nodded in my lap. "I want to make fuck you, Michael" I said
gently pulling his head up off my cock. Michael looked uncertain. "I want
you to, but I am worried that you will hurt me" he whispered.

"Michael, I promise that if I start to hurt you, all you have to do is tell
me to stop and I will" I replied, rubbing his thigh. Michael looked me in
the eyes and then he nodded his head. I figured the easiest way that would
be the least painful for him would be if I knelt on the floor and he was
laying back on the couch with his legs up on my shoulders. Plus, I wanted
to look into his eyes as I made love to him. I got up off the couch and
knelt in front of him. "Turn towards me and put one leg on each of my
shoulders" I said softly. Michael turned and did as I asked. My cock was
throbbing with excitement as I saw his anus mere inches away.

I poured more baby oil into my hand and worked it inside him, first with
one finger and then two. Once they were sliding in and out with no problem,
I slowly started to work a third finger inside. Michael closed his eyes and
he groaned. "Am I hurting you" I asked. "It's a little painful, but it's
okay" he whispered. I kept my fingers inside him and poured baby oil onto
my cock with my free hand. I set the bottle down and rubbed the oil the
full length of my cock. "Are you ready" I whispered. Michael nodded his
head. I slid my fingers out of him and moved my cock to his anus. I thought
I was going to cum as soon as the head touched his skin. I squeezed the
base of my cock until I felt the orgasm subside.

Slowly, I pushed the head against his anus. At first, it kept sliding off
course because of all the lube. But finally, I got the right angle and I
felt the head start to slide in. I felt the head make it past his sphincter
and I stopped. "Are you okay" I whispered. Michael nodded. Slowly, I
started to slide my shaft inside him. His butt felt like a vice it was so
tight. If I hadn't gotten the lube, there would have been no way that I
could have gotten inside him. I had about 4 inches inside him and all of a
sudden Michael let out a gasp. I froze, thinking that I had hurt him
badly. "Do you want me to stop" I said, hesitantly.

"No" Michael moaned. "You rubbed against something and I felt like I stuck
my finger in a light socket" he said. "It felt really good". I slowly
started to push again and soon, my cock was fully buried inside him. "Give
me your hand Michael" I whispered. I took his hand and put it against my
stomach and then moved it down between us. Michael's eyes widened when he
realized that I was fully inside him and my pubic hair was touching his
balls.  "Am I hurting you" I whispered. Michael shook his head.

"Now I am going to show you how good I use my dick" I said softly. I
started to slowly slide out of him and then push back in. Back when my wife
and I actually did have sex, I found that I could prolong my orgasm by
thinking about something I didn't like. I was not sure how long I would be
able to last making love to Michael, but I was going to try and make it
last as long as possible. For all I knew, this would be the last time that
we would be alone together. I slowly worked my way to a steady in and out
rhythm. I was trying to hit Michael's prostate on each thrust back in and I
was rewarded with his moans every time I hit it. His butt felt like a vice
on my thick cock.

I had been going at it for about 15 minutes when all of a sudden Michael
started to thrash around underneath me and he grabbed his hard dick,
jacking it wildly. His eyes were glazed over and he was panting like a dog
in heat. Suddenly he screamed "Ohhhh fffuuuuccckkk, I'm cumming". With that
his dick started spurting ropes of cum. The first one shot so far that it
hit him in his face and some landed in his hair. He was jacking like a
madman and cum was flying everywhere. I kept my slow and steady
thrusting. I was amazed at how long I was lasting. After Michael's orgasm
subsided, he whispered that his legs were hurting from being pinned back.

I pulled out of him and whispered for him to turn around and kneel in front
of me on the floor and lean over onto the couch cushion. He complied and I
got in position behind him. I slid right back in and started to fuck him
doggy style. It was amazing what the change in angle did for how I was
feeling. Something about watching my cock slide in between those small
cheeks was making me hotter and I knew that I wouldn't be lasting too much
longer. I gripped his hips with my hands and started picking up
speed. Pretty soon I was ramming it in and out of his butt. Michael was
moaning again and suddenly his anus clamped down on my cock and I lost
it. Spurt after spurt of cum filled his young butt. I slowed down to a nice
and easy fucking until I felt my cock going limp and it slipped out of
him. As soon as my cock slid out, my cum started pouring out of him onto
the carpet.  I collapsed onto his back, kissing his neck. "Did you like
that Michael" I whispered in his ear. All Michael could do was nod his head
and mumble something I could not understand. I slowly picked myself up off
of him. There was a huge stain on the carpet that I was going to have to
get out before everyone came home. Michael's anus looked red and enlarged
from the pounding it had just endured.

I wrapped my hands under his belly and pulled him to a kneeling position. I
looked at his face. His eyes looked like they were glazed over. I turned
his face to mine and gave him a kiss on the lips. At first there wasn't any
response from him, but then he snapped out of if and locked lips with me. I
felt his tongue against my lips and I opened my mouth letting our tongues
meet. I eased myself onto the floor, pulling Michael on top of me. My hands
groped his young body as we made out on the carpet. We lay there entwined
in each other's arms for the longest time. Finally Michael putted back and
looked me in the eyes. "I can't believe how good that felt" he
whispered. He had a glob of his cum stuck in his hair. "You kept hitting
something inside me and I couldn't keep from cumming".

"So does that mean that you won't be able to cum anymore tonight" I asked,
reaching for his limp penis. Michael gave me a funny look. "You may have to
work at it longer, but I should be able to cum at least 2 or 3 more times"
he said with a sly smile.

"Well, why don't you sit down and recover, while I clean up this big stain
on the carpet" I said, pointing to the big wet cum spot.

Michael went and sat on a kitchen chair and I got out a soapy rag and went
to work on the stain. Michael was looking at my bare butt as I scrubbed the
carpet. When I turned around he was rubbing his penis. "Maybe I can try
doing that to you later" he said.

"Maybe we can work something out" I said, giving him a sly smile back. I
took him by the hand and led him upstairs. "Let's take a shower together" I
said. I led him into the master bath and got the water going. I held the
shower curtain open for him. "After you" I said. I pushed him under the
water and grabbed the soap and handed him the bottle of shampoo. "You do
your hair, and I will was everything else" I said.

Michael washed his hair while I started to soap his back. I slowly worked
the soap into a lather, massaging his back as I did. Michael leaned against
the shower wall for support. "Oh that feels good, Mr. D" he moaned. I
pulled him back against me and I reached around the front and soaped his
chest and belly, once again taking my time to wash him. I could see that
his penis was hard again. Slowly, I lowered myself to my knees and soaped
the backs of his legs and his butt. I massaged his calves and thighs. A
couple of times I let my fingers slide forward and rub his scrotum. Michael
was purring with the massage.

Finally, I grabbed his hips and had him turn around to face me. His penis
was pointed right at my face. I avoided it for the time being. Instead, I
soaped up his legs and slowly washed them. Only then, did I allow myself to
wash his crotch. I traced my soapy fingers between his scrotum and legs and
then gently washed his hard flesh. I pushed him gently under the water and
rinsed the soap away. I put my hands on his butt and moved him close to
me. I bent forward, kissing the tip of his penis. I felt Michael's hands
touch the top of my head. Instead of taking him in my mouth, I ran my
tongue up and down the length of his penis, alternating between licking and
gently nibbling on the shaft. Michael was moaning softly. I gently lifted
his penis up and started to gently suck on his tight scrotum. Michael's
hands were tightening in my wet hair.

After about 5 minutes of teasing him, I worked my way back to the tip of
his penis, licking it like a lolly pop. "Suck me" Michael groaned. I opened
my mouth and let him slide in. Instead of bobbing, I took my hands and
started to move his hips back and forth. It didn't take long for Michael to
figure out that I wanted him to fuck my mouth. His hands were gripping the
sides of my head and he was sliding gently in and out of my mouth. "Oh
yeah, this feels good" he moaned. Michael was taking his time. I let him
get into a nice rhythm. He had been going at it for at least 5 minutes. I
reached behind him, gripping his small cheeks and helped him. He started to
slowly pick up speed. I was starting to taste a little sweetness and I knew
that he was trying to hold back. I let my wet finger slide into his butt
crack and I pushed it gently into him. I knew what I was looking for and
soon my fingertip found it. I gently massaged his prostate with my finger
and Michael's moaning started to intensify along with his thrusting. Soon,
he was fucking my face like a dog in heat. I felt his anus contract on my
index finger and I felt his penis explode in my mouth. "Ohhhh fuuuuck" he
grunted over and over.

Once I couldn't feel his penis spasming any more, I let my finger slip from
his butt and I took my mouth off his penis. Michael leaned back against the
shower wall, his knees trembling. "Oh my god" he breathed out. "You found
that spot with your finger and I couldn't believe how good that felt". I
explained to him what I was rubbing against. I stood up and started to wash
my body with the soap. Michael tried to take the soap from me, but I told
him that I wanted the next time to be in my bed tonight. We finished
showering just as the hot water was running out. I grabbed a couple of
towels and we dried each other off. "Let's go downstairs for a while" I
said, rubbing his shoulders. Neither of us bothered to put on clothes. I
watched his smooth body as he walked in front of me. I did not want this
night to end. I had completely fallen in love with this young boy in less
than 24 hours. I had to think of a way for us to have time together after
tonight, but I had no idea what to do.

We went downstairs and Michael looked for something to watch on TV while I
made us desert. There was leftover apple pie in the fridge and I warmed it
up in the microwave and then put big scoops of vanilla ice cream on top of
each piece. Michael had found a movie for us to watch. I sat next to him on
the loveseat and we ate our desert. The sun was setting and I built a fire
in the fireplace for us. I grabbed a big blanket from the entertainment
center to cover us with. I leaned against the arm of the love seat and
Michael slid in between my legs, leaning back against me. I covered us both
up and we cuddled as we watched the movie. At some point during the movie,
Michael repositioned himself and I felt his hand touch my cock. I raised
his face to mine and our lips met. We kissed for the longest time and I
finally became aware that the movie had ended. "Let's go upstairs to bed"
Michael whispered in my ear.

Once again, I took Michael by the hand and led him upstairs. We lay down on
the bed together and once again our lips met. For only being 11, Michael
sure was aggressive. He pushed me onto my back and started licking and
nibbling his way down toward my now hard cock. He started to bob up and
down, making slurping noises as he sucked. I pulled at his legs and got him
on top of me, his penis directly over my waiting mouth. We sucked each
other for a few minutes and then I let him slip from my mouth. I pushed him
off me and looked at him. "Do you want to try making love to me" I
asked. Michael's face brightened. "You mean it" he asked. I nodded my
head. I grabbed the bottle of baby oil from the nightstand and handed it to
him. I rolled onto my knees and bent forward. I felt Michael get between my
legs and I heard the cap pop on the bottle of oil. I felt Michael's finger
working the oil into my tight anus. Although he was not large, I still had
not had anyone fuck me in many years.

Finally, I felt Michael put the tip of his penis against me. I was up too
high and I lowered myself slightly. It became clear that Michael had never
done this before. He was trying to wiggle it into me and it kept sliding
out of position. I reached behind me and held my cheeks apart for
him. "Hold your penis and guide it to my hole and then gently push forward"
I said. Michael did as I suggested and I felt him putting pressure against
my anus. Slowly the head slipped in and then I felt his shaft sliding in as
well. "Oh god you feel so warm and tight" he groaned. I felt his hips
pressed against me and I knew that he was fully inserted. I tightened my
muscles against him and he groaned again. Slowly Michael started to slide
in and out of me. Twice he pulled out too far and his penis slipped
out. But he knew now how to get it back in and he went back to gently
fucking me. "I think I am going to cum" he moaned. I felt him twitching
inside me and I felt his cum shoot into me. "Keep going" I said. Instead of
stopping, Michael kept fucking me and his penis stayed hard. I was getting
into the feeling of having him sliding in and out of me.

Michael continued to fuck me for about 20 minutes. I could hear his
breathing getting shorter and he was moving faster. "I'm going to cum
again" he moaned. I squeezed my anus tightly around him and he grunted as
he came again. "Ohhhh" he groaned. Michael collapsed onto the bed next to
me, his penis limp and glistening with oil and his cum. I bent down over
him and kissed his lips. "Did you like that" I asked softly. He nodded his
head, his eyes shining. "That felt wonderful" he whispered. "Thank you".

I lay down next to him. My cock was rock hard, not having cum when he
fucked me. I pulled Michael to me and he lay on top of me, grinding his
body against my cock. "I want to make love to you again" I whispered in his
ear. Michael nodded and started to get up off me. I held him against me. I
grabbed the bottle of oil from where it lay on the bed and handed it to
him. "Lube me up" I said. Michael poured oil into his hand reached behind
him. I felt his hand rubbing oil all over my cock. I took his hand and
rubbed some oil onto my fingers. I reached behind him and rubbed them into
his butt. "Get up on your knees" I whispered.

Michael complied and I grabbed my cock, holding it upward. "Sit down on it"
I said softly. Michael scooted backwards and I felt my cock touch his butt
crack. He wiggled around until the head was against his anus. Slowly,
Michael started to lower himself onto my cock. The look on his face was so
cute as he got a smile on his face as he felt it sliding into him. I held
onto his hips guiding him downward. Finally, he was sitting on my legs my
cock buried in his ass. "Make love to me Michael" I said, guiding his hips
upward. Michael started to slide up and then back down. "That's it son,
fuck daddy" I moaned. Michael put his hands onto my belly using them to
help push himself up and down. My hands were rubbing up and down his chest
and belly. Michael continued to fuck me like this for at least 20
minutes. I was doing everything I could to concentrate on making this
last. I could tell that my efforts to hold back were starting to fail and I
was getting heated up. I held Michael down against my hips and I rolled
with him so he was on his back and I was laying on top of him.

"Wrap your legs around me" I whispered in his ear. He did and his arms
wrapped around my neck. I slowly started to fuck him like this. "Oh god
Mr. D, you feel good" he groaned in my ear. I started to pick up speed,
grinding my cock into him. "Your pussy feels so good Michael" I moaned in
his ear. "I would rather make love to you than my wife. I don't want this
night to end". I was bucking my hips against him. I felt Michael's fingers
digging into my back and he was moaning loudly. "Oh god, your hitting that
spot again" he practically screamed. "Don't stop" he panted. I kept bucking
and his butt clamped down on my cock. I could not control myself any
longer. I felt my cock explode inside him.

Michael was groaning underneath me. "That felt so good Mr. D. I think I
came again" I eased myself up off of him and there was a small puddle of
watery cum on his belly. "You did" I said. I lowered my face down and
licked it off his body. I looked at the sheets on the bed. There were wet
spots all over them. "Come on" I said to Michael. I led him into the
bathroom and we took another shower to clean up. After we dried off, I
stripped the bed of the soiled sheets and put on a fresh set. I went down
and got a load of clothes going and when I got back upstairs, Michael was
sound asleep, curled up on my bed. I got into bed with him, covering us
up. I held him tightly against me, trying to figure out where we went from
here. Quite sometime later, I fell into a fitful sleep.

"Wake up" I heard softly in my ear. I felt someone gently shaking my
shoulder. I opened my eyes and the room was filled with sunlight. Michael
was looking into my eyes. His warm body was up against me and I could feel
his penis poking against my leg. "Good morning" I said smiling at
him. "What time is it" I asked. Michael looked over my shoulder at the
clock on the nightstand. "It's 8:30" he said. Anthony would be home when I
picked him up, but my wife would be here by 11am. I reached down and took
hold of his penis. "Looks like someone has recovered nicely from last
night" I said. "Can I give him a kiss good morning" I asked.

"I thought you would never ask" Michael said, rolling onto his back. I
pushed the covers down and admired his young athletic body in the
light. "God, I just can't get enough of you Michael" I said as I kissed my
way down his torso. I licked inside his belly button, causing him to
giggle. "You like that, don't you" I whispered. I slid in between his legs
and he spread them wide, giving me full access to his beautiful penis and
scrotum. His penis was wagging back and forth. I kissed the tip and
whispered, "show me how good you use this". Michael took hold of my head
and pushed my head down, his penis slipping into my mouth. "Gladly" he said
as he started to thrust his hips upward. It didn't take long before I
tasted his wonderful cum.

Sadly, our night together had come to an end. I watched Michael get dressed
in his shorts and t-shirt. As I walked him to the door, I pulled him to me
and hugged him against me. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. "Michael, I
don't know if we will ever be able to be together like this again, but I
want you to know that I will never forget our time together". I pulled his
face to mine and gave him one last kiss on his tender lips. Michael gave me
a sly smile and I asked him what was the matter. "Oh, I'm sure something
will work out Mr. D" he said. "Just be patient". With that Michael opened
the door and got on his bike and rode home.


I went to pick up Anthony from my mother's house at noon. "Did you guys
have fun" I asked Anthony as he got into the car.

"It was alright, but I'm sure that you had more fun than I did" he said,
giving me a smile.

I looked over at him. "Why do you think that I had more fun than you" I
asked.

"Oh, let's just say that I know you didn't spend the night alone" he said
with a grin. "Can't say as I blame you, Michael is hot"...


Author's note:

I hope that you liked this chapter of Birthday Party Sleepover. Possibly
Anthony's dad has just found out something he didn't know about Anthony and
maybe there is going to be more contact with Michael soon...Hmm, we shall
see.

Please let me know what you thought about this chapter.

Brian Wilson