Best Birthday Present

By Ed.P.

Published on Mar 29, 2003

Gay

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It's the day after my eighteenth birthday, and I need to tell somebody about the most wonderful present a guy could get because I just got it. I'll start about two months ago, I was a fairly naive 17 year-old. I live in the Bahamas, though I am white, descended from British settlers. I had told my mother that I was going out with my two best friends, I did actually intend to go out with them, but events took their own turn. My friends were Stanford Moore and Julia Wellhausen, I suppose I should tell you my name, it's Lancelot Hogben. As I was saying, I was going out with my friends, but unbeknown to me, the lust which they had had for each other for the last five years (at least) had finally revealed itself, and they were a couple.

"Hey Stanford, how's things." I call out as I walked round into Stanford's back garden. "Hey Julia." The two of them were writhing together on the lawn near the pool; don't get me wrong, I'm happy for them, truly, my only possible interest is that Stanford's a fair bit of a babe, but he is straight (hence Julia), though then I didn't realise that I fancied him (how, I don't know).

Once they noticed me, they came apart quickly, and tried to make me feel welcome, but as new lovers, it was clear that they wanted to spend time together without an observer, and as Stanford's father was in the U.S. on business, and his mother had died, they had plenty of space.

I started to walk home, acknowledging that I really should be doing some school work, but as a seventeen year-old, things like that came down my list of priorities. I was walking by the side of the harbour looking for something which would distract me from working, when I noticed the men unloading a small fishing boat. As it was still day-time, and this was the Caribbean they were hot, none of them wore a shirt, and they all had sweat glistening over their bodies. I sat down, and pretended to look out at sea in a philosophical manner, whilst keeping a surreptitious eye on them.

I had not really thought of myself as being gay, but had always admired the male form, and never had any great interest in girls, besides in our small town there were very few to find interesting. Watching the guys, I started to notice their baskets, I knew from the changing rooms at school that I was not at all badly endowed, hard I came in at nine inches, but I was always interested to compare.

My mind wandered into vague thoughts about nothing in particular, and soon the men had finished, they went off for the evening. I was coming to a realisation that I might be gay, but still had questions. I remembered about Stanford and Julia, and realised that I would not be expected home until late as my parents thought I was with them. I decided that a trip to a bar was in order, I had a fake I.D. and could buy drinks, Stanford and Julia had always declined to go out drinking, they would drink at home but refused to get fake I.D.s . Soon I was cradling my rum and coke, thinking about anything (I have a tendency to day-dream very frequently), when a strange guy walked in; it was a small town, and most people knew the sight of most other people, and many actually knew them, this guy was definitely new, I could tell from the looks he got from the others. I also noticed him because he was a total sex-god, he was wearing a white shirt, and black jeans, the clothes hid most of his features, but his face was tanned as though he worked outside, and his hair was black. The bar was crowded and I was occupying a table with four seats round it, looking out over the sea.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

The sex-god spoke to me, I nearly fell off my seat from shock.

"Sure, go-ahead."

He sat down, and joined me in looking out at the sea.

"Sorry to be rude, but it looks like we're both lost for company tonight, I'm Thomas Crampton." He held his hand out, I hesitated. "If you're not looking for company, just tell me, I'll leave you alone, promise." He smiled, and my heart missed a couple of beats.

"Lancelot Hogben." I shook his hand, nice firm grip.

We started talking, he was actually a local, in fact he was descended from some of the earliest British settlers, one of his ancestors had been the first to liberate his slaves, and then pressed for slavery to be banned; they still owned the estate, though it was now tourism that kept it going. He used to live on a near-by island, but came over here to get some space away from his parents. I added a couple of years to my age, and told him that I was a college student at U.C.L.A. in the U.S., back for a vacation.

After closing time, when we started to walk home, our routes went together for a while, when they parted he gave me a piece of paper.

"It would be great to meet again for a few drinks, here's my mobile number."

"Sure, that'd be great."

And so we left each other.

The next day at school I was day-dreaming when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Have we been out drinking heavily?" It was Stanford mimicking the headmaster's voice.

"What?" I was bemused and only returning to reality rather slowly.

"Your 'rents called last night after you left wondering where you were. Don't worry I covered you."

"Thanks, you know what they're like." My parents managed to combine smothering me with neglecting me; they were away on business over half the time and then barely even called me, when they were at home, they made up for it by questioning continually, fussing, aaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

"So what were you up too."

"Nothing really day-dreaming."

"Hey nothing changes."

School passed as usual, and afterwards at home I saw the note, they appeared with astonishing frequency.

Lance darling, we've had to go up to the States, back later this week, Mum & Dad.

They were the only people who shortened my name, I think it was because of them that I always used the full form. But anyway it looked like I had some time alone. I was about to call Stanford and Julia, but then realised that they would be firmly ensconced in each other. I decided to relax by the pool, and was taking off my clothes when I noticed a piece of paper on my desk, it was Thomas' number. Just seeing it, with his name made me spring a boner, I called him, standing naked with 9 inches at full mast.

"Is that Thomas Crampton?"

"Yeah, speaking." He sounded slightly out of breath.

"This is Lancelot, we met last night. Am I disturbing anything?"

"No, nothing to worry about. What can I do for you?"

"You mentioned having a drink at some point, well the thing is that my parents have just gone away for a couple of days, I wondered if you wanted to come round here, have a few beers and relax by the pool."

"Sure beats this crappy hotel. Give me the address."

It was a battle to get any swimwear on over my raging cock. I had to take a cold shower to calm it down. So as not to scare him away I put on my speedo which would hold my cock tight, and then some baggies so that any boner I sprang would be hidden. I pulled on a t-shirt too for the moment.

Soon the door-bell rang. Thomas was pleasant about the house, though I knew that it would not rival the estate house he had mentioned. I grabbed a load of beer as we passed through the kitchen, one good point about my parents, they were liberal about alcohol, as long as I didn't get drunk they saw no problem with me drinking.

We started to relax, I decided to jump in to the pool.

"You want to join me?"

"Sounds great." Thomas stood up, then paused. "God I am so stupid."

"What's the matter?"

"I forgot to pack swim-wear." He paused thinking. "You've got no problem me not bothering? we are all guys after all."

"No, sure go ahead." I tried to sound nonchalant, as he stripped, although it was a totally sexless act, I started to get really really hard, no amount of cold showers would calm this one down.

Soon he was naked, he jumped in, and we played around, still nothing sexual. After about half an hour Thomas swam to the side.

"Sorry, but I've been dashing around all day, I need to lie down a little." He pulled himself out of the pool and lay on one of the recliners near-by. In doing so first he gave me a perfect view of his ass, tight rock-hard buns, and then as he lay his front; moderately muscled, good pecs, the beginnings of a six-pack, no hair except a neatly trimmed bush around his cock, which was about four inches soft, legs muscled, all in all a perfect specimen; his skin was tanned with only the smallest of tan-lines, he must sun-bathe in a skimpy thong. Now I pulled the hardest boner ever. I swam for a while trying to get it to go down, but realised that it was a loosing battle.

"Hey Lancelot, quit showing off that you're so much fitter than me."

"I've just been sitting around all day though. Your body looks as though you work it hard."

"Thanks man, it's mostly from being active but I do go to the gym a fair bit."

I climbed out of the pool, and hoped that Thomas did not see my rock hard one. I lay down beside him on a near-by recliner. We drank some more beer, and relaxed chatting about very little. When we had finished, I started to get some more; as I sat up, I realised that my boner was quite clear, and I tried to cover it.

"No need to cover it on my account."

"Sorry?"

"Your hard-on, we all spring them now and again, if you do fancy me then that's flattering, if not then why should it offend me?"

I turned bright red, and pretty much ran into the house, trying to laugh nonchalantly, as though I was not bothered at all. Once inside I stood catching my breath, trying to calm down.

"I didn't mean to shake you up, are you o.k.?"

Thomas had followed me, he had wrapped a towel around his waist.

"You won't tell anyone will you?"

"Tell them what, that a young guy gets horny? That just shows you're normal. That it looks like he's hung like a horse? That would just boost your reputation; besides I don't know any of your friends to tell."

He moved over to me and put a hand on my shoulder. I flinched and nearly burst into tears.

"Look, do you want me to leave? I can go, and then if you want to see me again call me, if not, I'll miss you, but that's not my decision."

I said nothing, but barely managed a nod of my head. Thomas gently kissed me on the fore-head, and quickly dressed in the garden before leaving round the side of the house.

I spent the entire evening gazing into space, before finally falling asleep on the kitchen floor.

I woke early with an aching back. Going through to my room to get a shower, I saw the piece of paper with Thomas' number on it, and thinking of him, I sprang an instant boner, it had not gone down by the time I finished my shower, and so I jerked off after; my mind was just filled with the image of Thomas getting out of the pool, his tight ass, his long cock, and low hanging balls. It was still very early, and I lay undressed on my bed thinking things over, I had to face facts, I was gay. I had thought about it before, but now I was certain.

Somehow I found my clothes and made it to school; I was hopeless all morning, and when we got to break time Julia grabbed me, and pulled me till we were away from everybody else.

"Lancelot, I hate to sound rude to you, but what is wrong with you?"

"What d'you mean?"

"In English you claimed that Shakespeare wrote the 'Beaux Stratagem', and in history that Frederick the Great was a Russian moderniser. You are easily the cleverest guy in school, and even I know that the 'Beaux Stratagem' is from the late seventeenth century, a hundred years after Shakespeare; and Frederick the Great was Prussian, that's like German, not Russian."

Without even thinking about it, I blurted out. "I'm gay."

Julia paused for a moment. "Why is it that the gay guy is always the last to know?"

Her tone of voice was such that I couldn't help laughing.

"You knew?"

"Your head turns every time we pass a group of good looking men, and you've ogling Stanford even more than me. You've only just figured this out?"

"Yeah."

"You want to talk about it?"

"I think I'm getting used to it, I'll be fine."

"Just as long as you remember which century Shakespeare lived in, and the difference between Germany and Russia." We both laughed. "Seriously, if you want to talk, I'm always available. Oh, and if you touch Stanford I'll get you, he's mine." We laughed again. Julia always knew how to sort me out, just the knowledge that it was not some great problem made me feel much better.

The rest of the day seemed to be o.k. I got home to find a message on the answer machine from my parents, another two days before they get home. I decided to be brave and to call Thomas. On the 'phone he acted as though nothing had happened last night. He came over and brought some beer with him, he remembered his swimming shorts too.

We chatted just like old friends, when it started to get cool outside we went inside, still just wearing our swimming gear. Thomas started to seem slightly uneasy, there was a pause in the conversation which seemed very very pregnant.

"Lancelot, if you don't want to talk about this then just say." He paused. "Last night, it might just be me, but you seemed very interested in me, and well, if you are then your interest is very welcome, in fact, it will probably be reciprocated."

The words hung in the air.

Speaking very slowly, thinking hard about each word, I replied. "After you left, I thought a lot; I just assumed that I was normal, but after seeing you, I thought I might be gay. I spoke to my best friend, and she had guessed ages ago. If you are asking whether I am interested in you, then the answer is probably yes."

Without speaking Thomas stood up and walked across to where I was sitting on a sofa, he sat next to me; he lifted up my head which was drooping, and slowly kissed me on the lips. Electricity flowed between us, but something made me pull back.

"Sorry, I really want to go on, but it's all just too fast for me."

"No problem, we'll take it at your pace."

We talked some more, until I realised that it was two in the morning, Thomas slept in a guest bedroom, he said he had to leave at seven in the morning. I woke him at half past six, after showering he came for some breakfast in the kitchen wearing just a towel. The atmosphere was strange, we were half way between being friends and boy-friends. We kissed before he left, no tongues though.

We saw as much of each other after that as we could; once my parents were back it became more difficult, they would not be happy with me having a 25 year-old friend, at least not during their overprotective phases. Stanford and Julia covered for me, they assumed I just wanted to be alone, which I normally did, Julia had her suspicions, but as she had promised not to tell anybody, not even Stanford knew them.

Is was about a week after our first professions of love, I was walking home from school when a car slowed right down next to me.

"I knew you couldn't be at U.C.L.A., and now you've been found out." It was Thomas, I had kept up my story as I didn't want him to run away, me being seventeen. We had a school uniform so there was no point in trying to lie any more "Well do you want a lift or not?"

I got into his car, and he drove off, it would be a while before my parents got home from work, so I invited him in.

"I'm not pissed at you, but why did you lie about your age."

"When you first met me, I was drinking underage on a fake I.D.; after that I didn't want to scare you away."

"I think that I understand."

Too soon it was time for Thomas to leave, we kissed, and he patted my arse gently.

It was the week-end before my birthday, I had spent the day at the beach with Stanford and Julia, as I got home, my parents were dashing around.

"Lance dear, is that you?"

"Yes Mum."

"Have you seen my diary." I picked it up from the table, and passed it to her. "We'll be back next Saturday, I think the hotel's number's on the notice-board. Do give your father a hand with the suitcases dear." She waved towards their bedrooms. "Hello Stanford, Julia. How are you?" Even as she asked she was walking away. It was pure my parents, last minute dash to the U.S., I shouldn't complain too much, their business gave us a very good standard of living.

"See you next week darling." My mother kissed me on the cheek, and my father vaguely nodded in my direction. The taxi pulled away.

"Hey freedom for a week."

Stanford and Julia both recognised the sarcasm in my voice, and their faces showed sympathy, but they knew that saying anything would be pointless.

Thomas was not available, which meant that the best element of my parents' absence was not realised. Stanford and Julia were snowed under with school-work, not even seeing much of each other, so I was stuck at home alone.

My parents having taught me how to drink properly, I did not normally get drunk, however, on the night before my birthday, I hit the bottle quite severely, and eventually passed out on a sofa, with the T.V. blaring out the usual late-night garbage.

Morning came, I gradually realised that I was now eighteen, it sounded like such a big bench mark, but I certainly felt no different. I was slightly pissed that I didn't even have a hang-over from the night before. Anyway I got dressed and left for school. As I approached the school-gates, though out of sight, a voice called out.

"And where do you think you're going?"

I turned around, not expecting that it would be directed at me, until I noticed that it was Thomas.

"Now I've told you the truth about my age, surely you should let me go to school?"

"Well, you told me part of the story, you didn't tell me that today was your eighteenth birthday. And if you think that I am going to let you go to school on your eighteenth birthday, then you've got another thing coming. Come with me, we'll give a fake call to say that you're ill, and we can have some fun for the rest of the day."

I walked over to Thomas, we did not kiss, I was still heavily closeted, and so public displays of affection were out; besides I had felt Thomas cooling our relationship recently, I think he thought I was too young for him.

I climbed into his car, and he drove off to his hotel. Once in his room, he called the school, and pretending to be a neighbour reported my absence on grounds of illness.

"That doesn't quite look like the right garb," I was in my uniform, "try these on." He passed me some clothes, which I soon recognised as my own.

"How did you get these?"

"I have my means." He said suspiciously.

I changed quickly, and then it was back down to his car. He always drove quickly, but now it seemed more like a madman. We pulled up at the harbour, and he beckoned me to follow him as he went along to a smallish motor-boat. After casting off, he left the harbour, his boating was as bad as his driving, but he seemed to know where he was going. We left the island behind, and soon were coming close to another one, it was very small, and there was no human settlement on it, just a few miles of white sand, and a small patch of trees. In the absence of a harbour he beached the boat, and proceeded to carry me onto the beach.

"This island in uninhabited, or rather was, come with me." He dragged me along the beach telling me that the island belonged to his family, but that they were not allowed to do anything with it, so they used it for occasional picnics. Going into the shade of the trees, he suddenly stopped. "You're going to have to trust me on this next part." He pulled a scarf from his pocket, and blind-folded me. Then guiding me gently we went about twenty yards or so, then he stopped, and told me to wait. I could hear movements, he was clearly up to something, after a while they stopped, had he abandoned me here, I was about to call out when he spoke again. "You can take off your blind-fold."

The scene which greeted my eyes was unbelievable. There was a small glade which had views out onto the beach, in it there were some thin mattresses, and at one end, a low table with a candle-stick on it, a champagne bucket, glasses, and plates of food, on one of the mattresses was the greatest part of all, Thomas lay naked, save for a small parcel which was balanced on his groin.

"First you have to take off your clothes, then you can open your presents." I readily complied, once naked I lay down next to Thomas who kissed me. "Are you going to open it then."

I picked up the parcel balanced on Thomas' groin, and ripped off the paper, he had bought me a wrist-watch, it was gorgeous, and clearly expensive.

"It's wonderful...I don't know what to say...thank you." I was on the verge of tears at this sign of love.

"I did actually say presents, are you going to open the second one." I looked down, and their was a ribbon tied round his cock making it into the present. "Open the ribbon and my body is yours, it will take to heights of emotion you have only dreamt about. Open the ribbon, and I will make love to you."

I paused still slightly reticent, but then decided to take the plunge; I was sure I would have sex with somebody one day, and what better way to loose my virginity than with a gorgeous hunk who loves me, in a small glade over looking the sea. I untied the ribbon, and without thinking I kissed the end of his cock.

Thomas climbed on top of me, our cocks rubbing together, and started to kiss me, proper open mouthed kissing, his hands ran all over my body, rather than draw back, I reciprocated. After several minutes of this, we pulled apart.

"I think that we should toast you birthday."

He opened the champagne, and passed me a glass, I relaxed against his body as we drank.

Soon he decided to resume the fun. He started to work my body with his lips, kissing and sucking all over; first my neck and shoulders, then my arm pits, moving down he nibbled on my nipples which made me start to cry out, I stifled it.

"Listen sex-god, nobody can hear you, shout as much as you like." Thomas instructed me, with that he started again with much fervour, this time I didn't hold back.

Soon he had worked down to my crotch, but he by-passed it to my legs. He was just below my crotch when he pushed my legs up giving him a clear view of my cock, balls, and the gap going to my arse. Pausing briefly he admired the view, this just made me more and more horny. The he worked up the inside of one of my thighs, until he reached his goal. He lapped at my balls, then sucked the alternately into his mouth, after some time driving me wild, he moved from the entree to the main course; by now this was as hard as a rock, and bobbed around as my body writhed with pleasure. Using just the tip of his tongue he took a single long stroke along the whole length, I nearly came straight away, and a long string of pre-cum did leak out onto a small gathering pool on my abs. Seeing this Thomas bent his head over, and sucked it up, then he turned to the source, and licked the head of my cock. Suddenly without warning he sucked my entire cock into his mouth, and down his throat, I went wild my whole body shook.

Pulling back he held just the tip in his head, and tongued at it, running his tongue around the exposed head; then he licked up the sides as though my cock was a lollipop, before swallowing it again. He continued to alternate on different parts of my cock to keep me back from cumming, after what my new watch said was an hour, nothing would stop me.

"I'm about to cum." I shouted.

This was just like digging spurs into a horse, Thomas started to speed up, driving me wilder than ever before.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

My cock pumped with the force of a machine-gun, Thomas merely sucked all the harder; my orgasm had me writhing in ecstasy for over a minutes. When I stopped before I could even open my eyes, my lips were assaulted by Thomas, kissing me hard, I opened my mouth, and his tongue entered with my cum still sitting on it. We stayed for a few minutes our lips locked together. When we eventually pulled apart Thomas spoke.

"Your turn now."

I swallowed deeply, I really wanted him to enjoy this, but I was a total newcomer. I copied him as far as I could, though I am sure that it was not as good, yet he still cried out fairly constantly.

I could not deep-throat him, though he later promised to teach me how. But I worked round his cock, bringing him towards climax, then backing off, and sucking his balls, before moving in again. I didn't manage the hour he had given me, as I felt his cock swell I became slightly nervous about taking his cum, but remembering the taste of my own, decided to push on; with the first drop I regretted my nerves, and sucked far harder, this was pure nectar of the gods. Thomas cried out as his cock exploded in my mouth, I swallowed most of his cum, but kept some as a present for him. As he had done to me, I kissed him, and shared his cum.

We lay for a while in each other's arms recovering.

"I hope that hasn't spoiled your appetite, as I think that it's time for lunch."

He had brought an entire picnic with him. We lay side-by-side, and fed each other, we drank more champagne, the whole atmosphere was of heaven. After lunch Thomas decided to get things underway again.

"Are you sure you want to take this further?"

"You mean butt-fucking?"

"Yes, but only if you want to."

"Yes I do."

"You won't regret that. There is a serious point first though."

"What?"

"If you want me to wear a rubber I will; I haven't had sex since before I met you, and I was tested, I'm clean, but you've only got my word on that."

"I want to feel you more, and I want your seed up my arse."

"What ever you want from me, you'll get."

With a long kiss to get us both in the mood, he started to prepare my arse for his member. I lay on my back, my legs raised until my knees were against my shoulders, my arse was completely exposed. I was not really sure what would happen next. I felt a light coolness, Thomas was blowing gently at my arse-hole. I started to writhe, and my cock immediately regained full strength. Then the kissed started, all around my arse-cheeks, getting slowly closer to the arse-crack. Then the kisses became licks, short ones, then full contact was made, the very tip of his tongue just glanced my rose-bud arse; a pause to let the effect of the gentle touch get through, then again, this time the tongue pushed slightly and stayed longer, slowly building up my sexual tension, I could barely cope, and was crying out.

This made Thomas start in earnest. His tongue was now planted definitely against my arse-hole, and moved around pushing, he was trying to get his tongue inside me, without even consciously thinking about it my arse muscles relaxed, and Thomas' tongue was in like a shot, pushed hard just inside. After what seemed like hours of this sweet torture, the tongue pulled back; soon another push, this time I guessed that it was a finger, not being used to this, my arse muscles clamped down denying entry. The finger did not give up, it merely rubbed up and down the ring, this was pleasurable, and so again the muscles relaxed, and this time the finger won, getting inside. At first I wondered what the fuss was all about, then as it pushed around, it hit my prostate.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH"

I could not help crying out.

"That's your prostate, just wait till my cock is pushing against it." The mere though made me even harder, and more excited.

The finger was now working hard, pulling my arse around, getting it used to the invader; after a while a second finger joined in the fray, and a third. My arse was now getting quite opened up.

"You want to suck my cock a bit to get it ready?"

"Do you really need an answer to that?"

Keeping the fingers inside me, he moved so that his groin was near my face, I took his cock into my mouth an slobbered all over it, getting it nice and wet, and hard. Feeling it in my mouth made me wonder how it would ever fit into my mouth.

"There's some lube in the bag, squirt a load on me, then pass it here."

I was right by the bag he used to bring the picnic, and I quickly found a tube of lube, I squeezed a blob onto Thomas' cock, and started to spread it all over. I felt Thomas smother my arse with it too. He wanted to make sure I was really ready for him.

"Time to go I think."

"Yeah, fuck me hard."

Thomas lifted my legs up, and knelt below me, my legs resting on his shoulders; he positioned his cockhead so that it was resting against my arse, he waited there for a while gazing into my eyes, when he sensed that we were both ready, he started to push gently.

"Relax baby."

Hearing his words somehow made me relax automatically, as my arse let go, his cockhead pushed in quite sharply. Realising what had happened, I tensed up, this made it hurt, I was about to cry out, but Thomas realised what was happening, and locked his lips against mine. The pain seared through, but with Thomas on my lips, it was not bad pain, I knew that it was caused by his loving me. After a little while waiting my arse relaxed once more, Thomas pushed in further, and waited, then even further, after what seemed like ages, but must only have been less than a minute, I felt his trimmed pubes against my cheeks.

He waited for me to calm down from the initial entry, during which time we kissed, long deep and hard. Then when it was time, Thomas began to pull backwards until just his cockhead was inside me; then back in. Slowly he built up a rhythm, and started to fuck me hard. We gazed into each other's eyes. The tension in my body built up, Thomas' fucking was driving me wild, and was pushing me towards my own orgasm. Working like a true expert he alternated hard and fast, with long and slow, making sure that he did not cum too soon. He grabbed my cock, and started to masturbate me, as he fucked my arse.

"I'm going to make us cum together."

Just hearing his voice turned me on even more. His hands on my cock pushed me to the edge, then rested me, then again, resting, then finally over the top. My cock started to spurt all over, just as Thomas' cock erupted inside me. Even whilst still inside me, Thomas lapped up my cum as it fell on my body. Then utter spent he collapsed on top of me, and we rested in each others arms as our cocks calmed down.

We decided that a walk would be in order before I returned the favour. We walked along the sun-kissed white beach holding hands, just like the pair of young lovers we were. Wearing nothing but happy smiles. We rolled in the surf kissing each other and grinding our cocks into each other. We played in the sea. Eventually, having gone right round the island we were back at the clearing. Thomas lay on the ground and pronounced that my body was his. Taking him at his word, I started to rim out his arse. I had enjoyed it so much that I had to reciprocate, at first that was my main motive, but soon I realised that both guys enjoy this, perhaps the one sucking even more. My cock was hard and dripping pre-cum despite the short length of time since I last came. I turned so that Thomas could suck my cock a bit, and then lube it, whilst I played with his arse, I was not the expert that he was at loosening it, but he had been fucked before, and needed it less. Soon I was kneeling where he had been a while before. I pushed, nothing happened. I didn't know what was going on.

"You have to be harder than that, I'm not a china-doll."

In my desire to love Thomas, I had been far to weak. I pushed harder, and soon was rewarded by my first feeling of a tight arse around my cock. Waiting for Thomas to get used to me, I pushed in further, and further, until this perfect sheath covered my sword. Then pulling out, pushing in. I fucked Thomas as hard as I could, knowing that my mastery of wanking technique was not as good as his, I nevertheless grabbed his manhood, and played with it, we were both going wild, turned on by each other.

The hot iron rod in my hands soon swelled up, before a slight pause, and finally eruption, hot cum all over Thomas' body, as he began to cum, his arse clamped down on my cock, making me cum hard too.. We both cried out, before I fell, literally, strength-less onto Thomas.

"I've had sex many times, but I've never made love before to-day." Thomas, I could not respond, but only lay in his arms.

We actually fell asleep in the afternoon sunshine. I woke first and wondered where I was, what these arms around me were, and why I was sticky. Then I remembered. I kissed Thomas, and he responded, even though he was half asleep. We came around kissing each other, before Thomas looked at his watch.

"It's time for your last surprise. You have to get dressed for this one though, and come back to civilisation with me."

The act of dressing was surprisingly unsensual, Thomas carried the picnic hamper, refusing to allow me to carry anything. Once back in the boat he sped off. I sat and mused looking at my new lover. We were not going back home though, we were going in the opposite direction. Soon we pulled up at a small jetty in what was clearly private property. Leaving the hamper Thomas made me follow him as he bounded along a path. We turned a corner, and I saw what I knew immediately to be his family house; it was a vast mansion, clearly early colonial, it oozed class and old-money.

"My parents are away too, its ours for the night."

He carried me over the threshold, and escorted me to his bedroom, a very large suite of rooms. Then pushing me into the bathroom, he turned on the shower.

"It's not that I don't like you having my cum all over you, but we really should clean up before dinner."

We washed each other, with a few grabs at each other's bodies. Then we dried each other, paying particular attention to the groins. Thomas opened a wardrobe with a flourish to reveal my best suit, the one I wear it to family weddings. He had been planning this for some time. Soon we were both dressed properly, and Thomas looked even more drop-dead gorgeous either than his usual casual stuff, or even than naked. Taking my arm, we walked out and down the staircase. I heard some voices, I realised who it was when we reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Happy birthday." Stanford and Julia called out before both hugged me.

"What are you doing here?"

"Celebrating your birthday, silly." Stanford teased.

"And your new found love. I have to say he's a great catch." Julia added. "I can rest about you cashing Stanford now."

"Though I just found it all very flattering getting the attention of both of you." Stanford joked.

"I noticed you and Thomas once when I was coming round to see, you; after that I acosted him, then we decided to plot how to celebrate your coming of age." Julia was very good at being conspiratorial.

I nearly burst into tears, my eighteenth birthday had been so wonderful. A whole day spent with a new lover, him taking my virginity in such a wonderful manner, and now my best-friends joining us. We went onto the veranda for some drinks, and Stanford and Julia gave me their presents; the final one was clearly wrapped in some haste.

"We found this on a deserted island."

I opened it curious as to what was inside. I found a camcorder tape.

"Ohhhhh, I forgot to mention, there was a video set up by the glade to record events." Thomas said. "Stanford generously recovered the tape for you. I think we should wait until we're alone to watch it though."

Stanford and Julia had prepared a first-class dinner, and we ate, drank and talked until quite late. Finally Thomas stood up.

"As the oldest one here, I should show some responsibility. You get to bunk school on your birthday, but after that you have to behave, especially as you're now an adult; besides, if you want to keep attracting the real mature men then you need some beauty sleep." I hit him playfully, but we all took his advice and went up to bed.

We lay in bed together, sex wasn't necessary, we just lay in each other's arms, and slept. In the morning we showered together, my school uniform had also been moved to Thomas' house. After breakfast Thomas took all three of us to school, kissing me briefly as we left his car he said.

"If you think that yesterday was good, just wait for the next fifty years."

I cannot imagine a better birthday present to have received.

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