Date: Mon, 19 Oct 2020 22:04:25 -0500 From: Jay Hooks Subject: My Birthday Present Chapter 1 My Birthday Present Chapter 1 It's midnight Friday night/Saturday morning, and I'm lying in my bed wide awake. It is now my birthday and I'm finally eighteen. As I try and see if I feel any different now that I'm an "official" adult, I look down my body. I'm six feet two inches tall and weigh about one-sixty-five. I'm not some ripped muscled jock, I'm tall and skinny. All of my weight is in either my ass or my dick. For a skinny guy, I have a surprisingly nice bubble butt. The jock of the family is my older brother. The answer to if I feel different now is both yes and no. I don't feel any different physically than I did two minutes ago when I was still seventeen, but I do feel different knowing I'm an adult now. I laugh to myself and roll over, trying to get comfortable and fall asleep. I must have dozed off because I'm suddenly awakened by my bedroom door slamming open. The light is turned on and I see my older brother standing there. He's an inch taller than me but outweighs me by at least thirty pounds of pure muscle. I'm so surprised to see him I forget I'm naked under my covers and jump out of bed and run to him. I wrap my arms around him and hug him as tight as I can. I can't believe he's here. I spoke to him earlier in the week and he told me he wouldn't be able to make it back to town for my birthday. He is three years older than me and is currently a junior in college out of state. As I'm hugging him, I say in a choked-up voice, "I can't believe you're here. How are you here? You told me you had an important paper to write this weekend." He laughs and responds, "I lied baby bro. I wouldn't miss your birthday. I wanted to surprise you. Sorry I wasn't here at midnight, but I couldn't get away from campus till late. I drove straight here though. Happy birthday!" He chuckles softly and whispers, "You do realize you're naked and I think you're happy to see me." "Oh shit!" I think to myself. I try to push him away so I can frantically look for some shorts to pull on, but I feel him tighten our hug. As I'm struggling to get away from him, I finally process his words; I'm not only naked, I'm hard as well. I finally manage to pinch his side hard enough for him to let me go. I try to hide my erection and hurry back under the covers. I'm pissed at myself but take it out on him when he starts laughing. "Fuck you, asshole. Get out of my room," I say as I cross my arms. He laughs harder and sits on the side of my bed. "Aww, come on baby bro. I know your happy to see me." Embarrassed, and ashamed, I turn away from him and try to keep from crying. I can't believe I got a hard-on from hugging him. Well, I can believe it since I've been in love with him since I was fourteen. I tried my best to stop the attraction. I locked the bathroom door when I was in the shower, but he would pick the lock and come in and either take a piss or just stand there and talk to me. He would walk from his room to the bathroom, passing my room, totally naked. If he came out of the shower and my door was open, he would stop and talk to me while drying his hair with a towel then loosely wrap it around his waist, never knowing he was torturing me. He would barge in my room if I had the door closed without even knocking, a few times he caught me mid-stroke. He would laugh as I covered myself and say things like, "If you play with it too much, it might fall off," or, "Be sure you're using plenty of lube, you don't want any chafing on your dick." I finally stopped jacking off when I knew he was home and awake. I made sure I was dressed when he was around and when he would walk in naked, I would suddenly find something to place all my focus on so I wouldn't ogle him. A year later when he left for school, I finally started feeling comfortable in my skin and started sleeping naked. When he would come home during his breaks, I would wear basketball shorts right until I was falling asleep. Then, after I was under the covers, I would slide them off, but keep them by my side so I could quickly pull them on. Tonight, I was so happy to see him because I haven't seen him since he left for school two months ago, I forgot about my lack of clothing and had to hug him. "It's okay baby bro," he says as I feel the bed move beside me. His weight leaves the mattress and I'm both heartbroken and relieved because this means I can live out my shame without him here to witness. However, I freeze up when I feel the mattress shift again as he lays beside me and wraps his arms around me to pull me tight against him through my covers. "Just leave me alone," I beg. "Shh," he soothes as I feel his lips on the back of my neck. I'm not sure what to do; nothing like this has ever happened before. I nervously ask, "What are you doing?" His lips are right next to my ear when he says, "Giving my baby bro his birthday present. It's what he's wanted for the past four years or so." "What are you t-talking about?" I stammer out. He rolls me over so I'm on my back and his body is on top of mine. He hovers over me, looking me directly in the eyes. "Don't try and pretend with me. I know why you started locking the bathroom door. I know why you stopped giving me hugs. It all started when you were fourteen. Why do you think I would parade down the hallway and into your room naked? I loved how you would try to not look at me while I was talking to you. I've seen you looking at me when you think I'm not paying attention. But, baby bro, just so you know," his voice lowers to a whisper and his lips are extremely close to mine, "I always pay attention to you." He then surprises the hell out of me when his lips descend and find mine. He lightly kisses me before slipping his tongue out and running it along my lips. I think to myself, "There's no way he's trying to kiss me like that." To prove myself wrong, I open my mouth a bit. I'm suddenly in heaven when I feel his tongue snake it's way into my mouth and slide alongside mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, noticing he's no longer wearing a shirt, and lose myself in the sensation. This isn't my first kiss by far, but it is my first kiss from someone I'm in love with. He wiggles his body and suddenly my covers are no longer on me. Instead, his body is on top of mine and our cocks align. I gasp, realizing he is completely naked too. I'm surprised to feel how hard he is. I knew he probably had a nice sized cock, but I never saw him fully hard. Let me just say, I guess big dicks run in the family. I can't tell exactly how big it is, but it's at least as long as me, and remember I'm tall and skinny. He pulls back from our kiss and smiles down at me. "I've waited so long for this," he admits quietly before continuing, "What do you want me to do to you? Whatever you want, it's yours." I shock both of us when I say, "Wait, wait, wait, stop. Please just stop." "Oh! You don't want this. Okay, I'm sorry. I'll go. Don't be...I'm just...I'm sorry," he mutters as he quickly tries to move off me, but I tighten my arms around him and don't let him go. "I didn't say I didn't want this. Please don't' leave me, bubba. I want this, I'm just trying to process what's happening." He smiles brightly at me and says, "You haven't called me bubba since you were about eight. And don't worry baby bro, I'm won't leave if you don't want me to. Now, what do you want me to do to you?" "Well," I begin, "it's more what I want to do to you first. Can I umm...can I suck your dick?" "Only if I can suck yours too," he replies as he turns around and puts us in a sixty-nine position. I'm mesmerized by the sight in front of me. My older brother's thick, hard cock fills my vision with just over eight inches of meat. I was right, we are about the same size, but I can tell I'm thicker. I'm pulled from my trance when I hear him exclaim, "Holy shit, baby bro! I knew you were hung like me, but I didn't know you were this fucking thick," and I feel the head of my cock enveloped in warm, wet heat. I'm so overwhelmed by what's going on, I forget what I asked him for. That is, until he pulls off my cock and says with a smirk, "Are you going to just stare at it, or are you going to suck it? Either is okay with me. I just want you to be happy and I thought you wanted to suck me off." Before he could say the last word, I took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could, swallowing it almost to the base. "Oh fuck, Hayden! I guess you did want to suck it," he exclaims before taking my whole length in his mouth and down his throat. We suck on each other for who knows how long, but I know I want more. So, before I get too far gone, I pull off him and say, "I don't want to cum yet, Quentin, so you gotta stop. Come up here and kiss me some more." He lets out a relieved chuckle and says, "Thank god you said that! I was getting too close too and I want this to last as long as possible." He then spins around and lays on his back and pulls me on top of him. I quickly straddle his waist and smile down at him playfully. His eyes roll back into his head when I grind down on him and before he can say anything, I claim his mouth with mine. I loved sucking Quentin's dick, but I could honestly cum from nothing but his kiss. I'm beginning to lose myself in the kiss and have to break it before I cum. I rest my head in the crook of his neck, breathing like I just ran ten miles. "Damn, I don't know what's going on with me, but I normally don't have this short of a fuse. Every single thing you do to me feels like it will send me over the edge," I somehow manage to get out between my gasps. "I know what you mean baby bro. I love you so goddammed much, Hayden. I knew I wanted this, but I didn't know it would feel like this. I've never felt so much for someone I was...," he trails off looking sheepish. I smile and finish for him, "I've never felt so much for someone I was having sex with either, Bubba." He lets out a sigh of relief, saying, "I know you told me you were gay when you were sixteen. I wanted to tell you the truth about myself then, but I didn't want to steal your thunder. Then, the topic never came up and I couldn't find an opportunity to tell you I'm bisexual. Actually, I know I like guys more, but I'm still attracted to women." I guess my emotions are showing on my face because he quickly amends, "I'm not having sex with anyone at school. I haven't been with anyone since the end of summer, and please don't ask who. I haven't been with a woman since the beginning of my freshman year. I know this isn't the time for this conversation, but I want to be with you. I hope you want the same." I feel my jaw go slack. I quickly change it to a smile. I can honestly say to him, "I haven't been with a girl ever; I have no desire to even try. The last guy I was with was my ex, Lane and that was the last week of school in May before he graduated. I want to be with you too. Why can't I ask who the last guy you were with? I don't remember you leaving the house that whole week and I don't remember anyone coming over. Did you sneak someone in while Dad and I were asleep? I mean..." Before I can finish my sentence, he quiets me with his mouth on mine. Since his kiss has some sort of mind-control quality over me, I forget what we are talking about. He breaks the kiss and orders, "Turn around and sit on my face, please. I want to eat your ass." I moan loudly and exclaim, "Oh hell fuck yeah!" before I turn around and straddle his face. The moment his tongue hits my hole, I'm somewhere beyond heaven. I've had my ass eaten numerous times, and it always feels amazing, but never on a level like this. To keep me from moaning loud enough to wake my dad, I swallow his cock down. We stay in this position for a few minutes before he pulls back and asks in a hurried voice, "Where's your lube?" I pull off his dick, sit on his chest, lean over to my bedside table and open the drawer. I pull out the bottle of lube stored there and feel the condom wrappers next to it. I pull one out with the lube and hold it up while looking over my shoulder. Quentin must see the question in my eyes, because he says, "I'm good. I was tested the first week back at school as part of a physical and everything came back negative. Are you good to go?" I nod and reply, "Yeah. I've never had unprotected sex. I had my yearly checkup last week and everything was good. I'm willing if you are." He smiles at me. "Hell yes!" he exclaims as I take him back into my mouth. Just before I feel his tongue on my hole again, I think I hear him whisper, "I love the feeling of going bare." I immediately stop and pull away from him. "What did you just say?" I demand. His eyes get big for a second and he says, "I said, `I'll love the feeling of going bare.'" I must have missed the "'ll" I guess. So, I rest back onto him and take his dick back into my mouth. Soon, I hear the familiar snap of the lube lid and feel one of his fingers circling my hole. I moan on his cock when I feel the finger slip inside. I go to town on sucking him. I guess I get him too close because less than a minute later, he gasps, "Stop! I'm too close. Lay down on your back. I want to see your face while I get you ready." I lay down and bend my knees, placing my feet firmly on the bed. He maneuvers himself between my legs and I soon feel two of his fingers sliding into me. He loosens me up with two fingers for a few minutes before I feel him slip a third one in. Once he is fingering me with all three fingers side-by-side, he asks, "Do you think you're ready?" I nod my head and say, "Yeah, I'm good. Please just go slow. I'm normally tight and need to be eased into. Once you're all the way in, give me a few seconds to accommodate and then you can go to town." As I say this, I feel his fingers slip out and hear the click of the lube lid again. I can hear him lubing himself up and before he moves to enter me, I ask, "Please use more lube. I need lots of it normally. It doesn't matter how long it's been since I was last fucked, I'm always tight." He looks disbelieving for a moment, but does as I ask and adds more lube to his dick. I almost laugh at the squishy sound I hear. I don't know why, but the sound of lots of lube on a dick always makes me laugh. He sees the amusement on my face and laughs. "It's the sound isn't it. I always want to laugh when I hear the squish squish squish of someone lubing themself." Hearing his laugh and the comment relax me enough for him to ease the head of his cock in. I gasp audibly when this happens, and he stops from going any farther. Normally, I don't feel a lot of pain when I'm bottoming because I make my partner go in very slow, allowing me to adjust to the feeling of fullness. My breathing is a little labored, but this is the normal for me. After a few moments, I look into his eyes and nod. I feel him slide in a few inches before I place my hands on his hips. He must be able to read me because he again stops instantly. Just as I'm about to nod for him to continue, I release any pressure from my hands and his body moves forward, easing more of him into me. I'm not sure how much I've taken in, but I make him stop again with the slightest touch to his hip. This time he pulls out about an inch and my eyes roll back. He then pushes back in just as slowly as before. He finally gets all his dick in me and I feel his pelvis next to my ass. He pauses any movement and allows me to get used to him. I hear him softly whisper, "I'm the same way. As long as whoever I'm with takes their time going in and waits once their all the way in, I'm good. Let me know when you're ready. Your ass feels amazing, by the way." I chuckle and say, "You feel amazing in my ass. I think I'm ready. Start off slow and I'll let you know." As he slowly backs out of me, the feeling inside me is indescribable. Once he's about halfway out, I wrap my legs around his waist and lock my ankles together at the small of his back. I use them to pull him back into me. He slides back in easily and as soon as he's fully inside he backs out again, going to the same spot. We keep this pace up for a couple of minutes before I smile up at him and unlock my ankles. He smiles back down at me and I nod. I've never been with someone who could read me like this, because without a word he understands what I want. My feet don't even reach the bed before my legs are grabbed and he places the back of my knees into the crook of his arms. He attaches his mouth to mine just as he pulls almost all the way out before slamming all eight plus inches back into me. Thank god he's kissing me, because the moan I let out is loud enough already. Encouraged by the moan he repeats the movement until he's power driving into me. I know with us going at this rate, I'm not going to last more than a couple of minutes and the feeling of his stomach rubbing my aching dick is exhilarating. Before I know it, I'm cumming between us. Quentin has this look on his face like he's straining to hold something back. As soon as he feels me cum between our bodies, he slams all the way in me, and I feel him cumming in me. He lets out a roaring scream and I hurriedly slap my hand over his mouth. "Shh. Don't wake Dad. He can't find us in here naked and you balls deep in me." I'm not sure why, but something about what I just said sets me off and I start giggling. Actually, fucking giggling. My hand is still covering his mouth and I feel him start laughing too. We're both shushing each other and laughing at the same time. When I finally move my hand, he smiles down at me and says, "Don't worry about Dad waking up, you know he will sleep through almost anything. Besides, he's downstairs and on the other side of the house. And, who knows, he might join in." The thought of that has me laughing again. I notice Quentin doesn't really laugh about what he said, but I don't think much about it. He gets up and pulls his shorts back on before saying, "Stay here; I'll be right back." He leaves my room and I hear the bathroom faucet running. Thirty seconds later, he reenters my room and starts wiping me down with a warm rag. He takes his shorts off again and lays down next to me, pulling me into his arms. I glance at the clock on my side table and see it's three in the morning. Quentin kisses the back of my neck and whispers, "Go to sleep baby bro. Let me hold you for a while, then I'll head to my room." "I love you, bubba. Wish you didn't have to leave my bed. Are you staying the whole weekend?" "I love you too. I'm not going anywhere till Monday. I don't have any classes till Tuesday. And trust me, I don't want to move. I wish I could hold you all night." My eyes drift close and I fall asleep. I slowly wake up and realize Quentin and I have switched places. I'm holding him as tightly as I can. My hard cock is nestled in the crack of his ass. Suddenly, I feel him press back against me. I hear him ask in a whisper, "Are you awake, baby bro?" "Umm, yeah," I whisper in return. "Are you ready for more?" he asks as he presses hard against me again. "What...umm...what are you wanting to do?" "I want you inside me. Grab the lube and lay on your back." I lay on my back and he straddles my thighs. He lubes my dick with one hand while he reaches behind him and applies some to his ass with the other. He surprises me when he immediately moves up and aims the head at his hole. He's barely prepped himself. I'm a lot thicker than he is and he took forever getting me ready. I really don't want him to hurt himself and before I can ask if he's sure he's ready, he slips the head inside. Oh! My! Gods! I've never felt anything like this before. I've had sex with guys, and I'm totally versatile. So, I've topped before. I've had my cock ridden a few times, too. But the feeling of my dick sliding into him with nothing between us is unbelievable. Once he's settled on me, we look deeply into each other's eyes. Then he rises and slides back down again, and his eyes roll back into his head. "Oh, holy fucking shit, you're thick!" I grin up at him and say, "Yeah? You like my thick cock in your jock ass?" He smiles down at me and nods. I sit up and kiss him as I roll us over. Once I'm on top, I kiss him as hard as I can. I then start fucking into him hard and fast. We're both being rather loud, but I don't think either of us care. Like Quentin pointed out earlier, Dad's room is downstairs and on the other side of the house. My hard and fast pace pushes us both to the edge quickly. Within minutes, I'm filling him with my cum at the exact same time he covers his chest and stomach with his own. I stay in him while we both try and catch our breath. I notice my dick isn't getting soft. Like, at all. I'm still hard as a rock inside him. I ease my hips back a little and thrust back in gently. Quentin must be able to tell I'm still hard because he asks, "You ready for round three already, baby bro? Go ahead and fuck that load into me good and give me more." I don't even think about anything else. I roll his legs back more, so his ass is almost directly over his head. I pull my dick all the way out and immediately shove it back in. His eyes get as wide as saucers and he growls out with a guttural moan. I fuck him like I've never fucked anyone before. This is how I wish I could normally fuck, but in the past when I started trying to go like this, my partners would make me slow down and not be so rough. Quentin is begging for more. It doesn't take me long to shoot another load in him. After I cum, before I can even try to recover, he uses his strength to roll us over. He looks down at me and says, "If you don't want this, tell me now. Otherwise, hold on to something baby bro." I'm confused for about two seconds before I feel his hard cock slide back in my ass. It doesn't hurt at all and he slides into me fully without pause or hesitation. I ask, "When did you lube yourself up? Oh god, yes fuck me." He chuckles and gasps out, "I didn't lube myself at all. I used all the cum from my chest and stomach. I'm fucking my load into you and am about to give you more. I fucking love you, baby bro. Tell me you're mine." "Oh god, yes I'm yours, Quentin. I've always been yours. Fuck you feel amazing. I love you." About five minutes later, I feel him tense up and I know he's shooting another load in me. I don't think there's any possible way I could be happier than I am right now. Quentin pulls out of me and lays on his back next to me. He says, "Come on, let's hop in the shower really quick. I think we both need one now." I laugh and say, "I think you're right. Let's go." I open my door and we both walk naked into the bathroom down the hall. Once inside, I close and lock the door as he turns the water on. He adjusts the temperature and finally says, "Hop on in, I'm right behind you." I step under the showerhead and let the water cascade down my body. Quentin comes in and grabs my bath gel and pours some into his hand. He then starts rubbing my torso with the soap. He runs his hands over my entire body, both front and back. He takes his time, and this is the single most intimate act I've ever experienced. There's nothing sexual about it, it's purely sensual. Once he's finished with my body, he grabs my shampoo and works it into my hair. After he has me rinse the suds out, we switch places. I repeat the whole process with him and take my time exploring every inch of his body. After we're both finished, we step out of the shower and I grab a towel and start drying him off. He does the same for me and then he grabs my hand and leads me back into my room. I glance at the clock and am surprised to see it's five thirty in the morning. He lays down and motions for me to join him. He's on his back and his arm is behind my neck and I'm snuggled up next to him. I know we can't fall asleep like this, but somehow my eyes close and I'm out like a light. I wake up later wrapped up in Quentin's arms. I glance at the clock and see it's now ten fifteen in the morning. Fuck! That means Dad will be awake. What if he comes upstairs and finds the two of us naked in bed together? I nudge Quentin and whisper shout, "Dude! Wake up!" He smiles groggily at me and says, "Hey baby bro, good morning." "No, it's not! You weren't supposed to fall asleep in here. You were supposed to go to your room. What if Dad had come up here and found us like this?" "Stop worrying about Dad. You know he never comes up here. Besides, there's nothing to worry about. We're both covered. I would tell him we were talking and fell asleep." Just then, we're interrupted by our father's bellowing voice, "Boys! Wake up and get down here. Breakfast is ready." I look at Quentin and ask, "He knows you're here? How? I thought you didn't get here till like two in the morning. Did he know you were coming?" Quentin hesitates for a second before answering, "I got here before two. Dad knew I was coming and waited up for me and I was downstairs talking with him before I came up here." I want to ask another question, but don't get the chance when I hear, "Boys! If you're not down here in one minute I will come up there and pour ice water on y'all," followed by the sound of the ice machine dispensing ice into what sounds like plastic. Quentin chuckles and says, "Come on, let's go on down." He rolls out of my bed, grabs his shorts, and slips them on with no underwear or a shirt. I tell him I'm going to stop in the bathroom first and then meet him downstairs. Once I have my basketball shorts and my tank-top on, I decide to head down first and skip the bathroom. I'm at the top of the stairs when Quentin enters the kitchen and I think I hear Dad say, "Get over here and kiss me good morning." Quentin shushes him and says something I can't hear. I slow my descent and carefully take each step as to not make any noise. Then I hear dad respond in the same tone, so I can't understand what he's saying. I'm just around the corner from the kitchen when I hear what sounds like Quentin letting out a muffled moan. Then I hear Quentin say in a voice barely above a whisper, "Stop, Dad!" Before Dad can respond I enter the kitchen, mad as fucking hell when I see Dad and Quentin wrapped in each other's arms. They had obviously been kissing, since their lips are almost touching. Dad must not be able to read my mood, but I know Quentin can when he tries to pull away from Dad. Dad pulls him closer and asks me, "So, did you enjoy your birthday present?"