Birthdays are special

I woke to the smell of bacon grease. The delicious aroma filled my nose and roused me awake. For a moment, I laid there, contemplating rolling over and sleeping in. I remembered though, what day it was and how very important it was, not only to me, but my boyfriend. My lips curled into a grin, just thinking about it. Birthday. What do to for my partner on this very special day? Thoughts flew throughout my mind, all of them, inappropriate. I glanced over to the empty space on the bed next to me and silently cursed for not having woken before my partner.

Climbing out of bed, I noticed my body within the mirror. I couldn't help but admire myself. For a man, I was handsome, the perfect mixture of strength and beauty. My body was lean, but every muscle was perfectly toned. My hair, although a bit sloppy, was as bright red as the hottest embers of a raging fire. I smiled, full of pride. I took good care of myself, my boyfriend made sure of that.

Without bothering to change, I made my way downstairs in nothing but my boxers. Still tented with my morning wood. I had to readjust every so often, my hard on would pop free from the fly of my loose boxers. It was a dangerous idea to keep that thing in the open, lest someone see and I'd end up beneath a pile of fans I had never wanted.

I peek around the corner and into the kitchen and I couldn't help but grin. There he was, the love of my life - My man. He was the one that all the rest were jealous of. His body was strong. He had a thin frame, accented by his large thighs. In fact, the only thing that was looked down upon about his body was his wide hips and large thighs, yet his ass seemed to curve so perfectly that it was barely noticeable.

He was still wearing his nightgown, though I could have sworn I had took that off of him. He had a wonderful choice in sleepwear, silk and entirely see through. Sometimes, I forget that it's even there, but from my vantage point, it may have been better for her to wear nothing at all. His large butt kept anything she wore hiked up above his waist and as usual, He wore no underwear. I could see the pinkness of his scrotum.

Boldly, I walked behind him and hooked my arms around his waist, pressed against his back. He giggled, leaning to turn off the stove, pressing his ass back against my tented boxers, my cock perfectly wedging between the cheeks of his ass and his cock.

"Good morning." It was hard to speak, I wanted to tear off my underwear and fuck him right there.

"Mmm, you're up early, hon." His voice was deep and seductive, daring me to indulge in his body.

"I smelt breakfast."

"Yes, I know." He grated his ass against my shaft and had to bite my lip to suppress a moan.
"It's my Birthday, hon."

"Happy Birthday, Shouldn't I be the one making breakfast for you?"

He giggled quietly and turned around in my arms, leaning his ass against the stove. "I think you already have."

My cock throbbed. I knew exactly what He had in mind. I pressed my lips against his and he eagerly pressed back into my kiss. We locked lips for a moment and he slid her fingers down my stomach and to my crotch, curled his soft digits around my member, stroking my flesh through the fabric of my boxers. It felt good, but it was teasing touch. I couldn't feel the warmth of his hand, the silkiness of his skin and I was already quite agitated. He pouted when I broke the kiss without giving him any tongue, but my body needed attention and relief.

I sat down in a dining chair and spread my legs, inviting him towards my crotch. He kneeled between my legs and tugged my shaft out through the fly in my boxers. It throbbed painfully as he teased it with the tips of his fingers, tracing across the smooth, sensitive surface. He gave me a seductive stare as he ran his tongue from the base of my shaft to very tip, kissing it when he got there. As he pulled away, a long trail of sticky precum connected his lips to my shaft and made me shiver at the sight. That was a picture for the photo album.

He curled his tongue around the tip of my shaft, giving it a tug before taking the tip into his mouth. He sucked softly, savoring the sweet taste of my precum. I knew he loved it, he would nurse on my cock for hours if he could, just sucking out the pre. I let him enjoy the moment and I couldn't help but admire the look on his face as he drained my cock of pre - his eyes were closed, lips tightly sealed around my cock. I knew he was loving it, trying to siphon out as much as he possibly could.

But I pushed his head down, reminding him of exactly what he nursing on. he continued down, taking in every thick inch slowly and without much effort, stopping only when his nose was buried within the musky hair of my crotch and every inch of my shaft was stuffed inside of his mouth. I tilted my head back and gave a moan, letting the pleasure seep throughout my nerves and form.

He opened his eyes when he began to bob, bouncing his head upon my cock, forcing me to relax my muscles - I knew if I started thrusting, I would lose control. As much as thought pleased me, it was his day. Fucking his face would have to come later. I could do nothing but shiver and moan, watching my cock disappear constantly between his soft lips. He started slow, gradually increasing his pace with each bob down my shaft.

Sometimes, he'd pull off - sucking hard on my cock and pulling back until it popped free from between his lips. he'd wrap his fingers and stroke me quickly, while rolling his tongue rapidly across my cocktip. he'd grin, watching me squirm and moan from his skilled touches. His tongue would send sparks through my nerves and keep me on the very edge. Precum would spill from the tip of my cock, coat his tongue and at times, his nose. he'd swallow loudly, then dive his head down to kiss and suck at the base of my cock, work his way down to my balls.

He'd nip between them before sucking my heavy orbs into his mouth. He'd slow his pawing to give me time to catch my breath. His lips and tongue felt wonderful against my balls, and kept my mind spinning with pleasure to even realize that he was only doing this to prolong my orgasm. When my breathing would slow and my moaning would grow quiet, he'd dive his head down my cock and start all over again.

I don't know how long I sat there with his nursing on my cock, but it felt like hours. At times, it felt as though my lover would milk enough precum out of my cock to fill his cereal bowl. When I had finally realized how long he had hypnotized me with his blowjob, I grabbed the back of his head to keep his from pulling off my cock, forcing him to bob. He didn't fight it, instead, quickened his pace. Pleasure built rapidly through my nerves and I could feel my muscle tighten as my body resisted my own orgasm. When I had finally had enough, I opened my mouth wide and groaned, releasing a flood of thick juice into my own my boyfriend's mouth.

He swallowed explicitly loud, drinking down every drop of my prolonged load. I held him there as my body instinctively relaxed, releasing all the built up tension into him mouth.

He pulled off with a pop and grinned up at me. "That was delicious hon."

"Yeah, but now I'm hungry." I needed time to recover. My orgasm had made my entire body weak and vulnerable.

"Well, do I have a treat for you." He climbed onto the kitchen table, spread his legs for me. His penis glistened with his sweet honey, having near left a puddle on the kitchen floor. I grinned, I had other plans.

I stood up, my legs trembling beneath me, and pressed my body against his. I kissed his lips again, this time, sinking my tongue into his mouth. I could feel him shiver against me, he loved it when I kissed him like this. Not like a partner, but like a lover. He shoved his tongue trying to wrestle my muscle back into my mouth where it belong, but I fought it back and eventually he gave up, curling his muscle around mine in a sort of embrace.

I laid him out over the table, pinning him down with my body weight. I lifted my hands to his penis, cupping his thing. So hard, my fingers seemed to just lock on to his skin. He gasped, as I worked it, kneading, caressing, teasing his shaft with the very tips of my fingers. I could feel his shiver underneath me, hia songlike whispers and moans, coaxing me further. I lowered my head, pressed my lips to his tip, kissed the tender skin through his silk nightgown. Another shiver - he grabbed my head and pulled me down, he could take no more teasing. I took his cock into my mouth, rolled my tongue around the head and nursed upon his own pre as if I was a starving child. His entire body trembled underneath mine furiously underneath mine and he was losing control as pleasure flooded through his mind.

He whined and whimpered, when I tugged free from his balls, only to move onto the next one. Again, he trembled. I could have stayed there, working on his balls forever. I loved the feel, the taste, the smell. I loved the way he squirmed, and I loved the sound of his pleasured cries. But my body - my flesh, it was so eager, longed to be inside him, to fill him again and again with my life giving cream. I had wanted to indulge in every inch of my lover's luscious body, but the pain, the tension - It was all to great. My body ached, no longer able to resist the intense desire building throughout my form. I pulled away from hia bosom and teased the tip of my shaft around the closed entrance of my lover's entrance.

He pulled me in with his legs, forcing my flesh inside of his tunnel. Sparks flew throughout my nerves. The intense feeling of heat, the tight caress of his walls, the immeasurable tightness. It drove me to heaven - each and every time. He rocked his body against mine, urging me to thrust. I was compliant. Rocking my hardness into his form, my mind swimming from the incredible high of his body. I thrusted slowly, but strongly, savoring every burst of pleasure that pumped throughout my nerves.

My lover, he was so beautiful. I lowered my gaze to meet his and he smiled sweetly at me between his moans. I reached down, stroked his cheek, combing my fingers across the delicate skin. His eyes, a radiant green, like two brilliant emeralds, shining brightly with a forbidden love for his only man. I would marry him if I could. Love him like this for the rest of our days. And whether we make into heaven or if our love is so sinful that we are forsaken to the deepest, darkest pits of hell... I could never resent loving him this way.

I pushed harder, drove in deeper. Forcing my shaft between the tightness of body, my cum allowing me pound into his body with ease. As the pleasure grew, my muscles tensed and I found myself giving into the bestial desires that we all harbor inside of us. His grip tightened upon my body, clutching my waist with his legs, grabbing at my shoulders, crushing his body against mine, determined to never let go. His cries, his moans, they only continued to grow louder. I plunged into him, driving every throbbing inch furiously into his body, thrusting into him so hard that I was afraid I was hurting him. But he'd shove back, take me even deeper inside of his tunnel and draw a seemingly endless supply of moans from my chest.

The air was so hot, so thick with smell of musk and sex, every breath I took seared my lungs. At times, I wasn't sure if I was even breathing. My ears were ringing with the sound of his moans and the sickly sound of flesh bashing against flesh. My mind so flooded with pleasure that it dulled my senses - I had lost all control, even if the world was to end, I would not be able to stop. So focused, so concentrated upon filling my man's body with my precious fluid that when he dug her claws into my skin and raked down my back, tearing open the skin and muscle - I did not even feel it.

But I could feel him, feel every constant orgasm that I drew from his body. Feel his every muscle tremble and shake. Every orgasm made his body quiver around my flesh, sending surges of pleasure throughout my every nerve. I could feel it, in every part of my body. From very tips of my toes and up to my numbed mind. Every shiver, every shake, driving me higher and higher. Beyond the sky, beyond every brightly burning star and the planets that may revolve around them, through the gates of heaven and higher still. Higher, until I had broken past oblivion and into the nothingness that had existed beyond that.

And when I had hit that nothingness, that blanket of white that no matter how high you flew or how fast you ran, no matter what direction you took and whatever means you had used to get there - you would find yourself standing in the same spot. When I had hit that nothingness, I could take no more.

I drove my claws through the wood of the table, gripped it as tightly as I could. Tossed my head back and howled, so fierce, so powerful, that I had feared I would shatter my own eardrums. I drove into his body with enough force to shatter stone and flooded his depths with every drop of my hot seed until his body could take no more and it burst from hia depths, leaving a mess upon the table and the floor. All at once, I came crashing back down to Earth. Emotion, senses, all pouring back into my mind as quickly as I could empty my balls into my boyfriend's ass. Pain. My body ached terribly. Every muscle near tearing, lungs screaming out for air, heart racing to pump blood and air to fill every malnourished vein. I fell limply upon my lover, even if I hadn't, he still would be unable to move.

We laid there, panting, drawing air into our suffocated bodies. Weakly, he curled his arms back around my body, kissed at my lips.

I shivered, the alluring taste of his lips filling me with a familiar temptation, desire.

It had only taken but a few minutes, before I lifted him into my arms and carried him off into the bedroom. Today was not my day, but his. And just like the years before, I would make this the happiest day of his life. It made me happy too, to see him like that. I love him. More than anything in the world.