"The Birthday Surprise"  Copyright 1991 by Mathis B. Rogers

This is a Gay Adult Story.  It was written by me in 1990.  If you
are not 18/21 or over, then it is against the law for you to read
this story.  This is pure fiction, and none of the characters or
places are real.  Any resemblances of such is purely coincidental.
Any comments or constructive criticism is welcome.  Send them via
email to Mathis B. Rogers <mathis@mathisbrogers.com>


                             The Birthday Surprise

    I was laying on my stomach on a beach towel. David, my
roommate, lay next to me on his back on his beach towel.
    We lived in a small town about fifty miles from the lake.
We had both taken the week off to go to the resort town by the
lake.  David and I had gone to high school together, and after
graduation, had rented a nice two bedroom apartment in town and gotten
jobs and gone on to college together.
    Although I had had my dates, and I had met most of his, I
had always made sure that he never met any of the guys I dated
or heard me talk to them on the phone. I didn't even know if he
knew I was gay. To my knowledge, the girls he dated never said
anything to him about it, so I didn't know if they noticed
either. I had fallen in love with him the day we met, and although
I had seen him nude a lot, I had never tried anything.
    We had planned on this vacation for about seven months. I
looked over to our right at the ten story building and smiled
as I remembered getting the last room at the nice resort that sat
right on the beach, when I made reservations seven months before.
Since it was the last room, it was a one bedroom suite. Though it was
one bedroom, it had two double beds in the bedroom. So David and I
didn't have to sleep together.
    Through out the time we had known each other, we had never
slept in the same bed together, which was just as well, I
didn't know if I could handle that or not, because we both
slept nude.
    I looked over at David. He was six foot tall, had black
hair and blue eyes. He was slender and very muscular. He worked
out in the weight room at the apartment complex daily. The
black hair on his chest and stomach was thick and soft. I ran
my eyes down his sleek body to his tight bikini swim suit. The
bulge in them was huge. I smiled as I remembered what it
looked like. Limp, his cock was six and a half inches long
and three and a half inches thick. Hard, it was eight inches long
and five inches thick. He didn't know that I had slipped into
his bedroom one night and measured it hard, then the next night
measured it limp. That had been hard to do, because I was so
tempted to suck it.  And I was afraid that if he found out how I
felt about him, he would move out, and I loved him too much to
loose him.
    I had blonde hair and blue eyes. I spent quite a bit of time
in the work out room myself, mostly with David. I was slender
and had good muscle tone, but I made sure I never got muscular.
The guys I dated liked me the way I was. Since I was always the
"female" partner, I could be a real fem, or macho enough if we
were in public that no one would suspect.
    Raising up on my elbows, I looked out across the beach.
There was a couple laying on a blanket about fifty feet from
us. I watched her rub suntan lotion on his back.
    I jumped as David ran his hand down my back. "You'd better
turn over," he said softly. I didn't tan as easily as he did
and I was turning red. I rolled over on my back and he rolled over
onto his stomach.
    "You about ready to go in?" he asked, he was laying the way
I had been, with his cheek on his arms.
    "Yeah," I said. "I don't want to burn too bad."
    We got up and took our towels and suntan lotion and headed
down the beach to the hotel. When we reached our room, David took a
shower while I sat out on the patio and watched the people down at the
pool.
    "Scott?" David asked.
    I turned around to see him standing in the patio door. He
had on a pair of jeans that were unbuttoned, and he was holding
a muscle shirt in his hands. I let my eyes run down his upper torso to
the top of his jeans. His stomach hair ran downward and I could see
the top of his pubic hair above his briefs.
    He slipped the shirt over his head and buttoned up his
pants. "I just remembered something that I wanted to go get,"
he said, as I followed him into the sitting room. "Why don't you
go take a shower while I go get it?" he asked. "I'll meet you down in
the restaurant about six for dinner."
    I looked at my watch, it was three fifteen. "Will it take you that
long to find it?" I asked.
    "Maybe longer," he admitted putting his shoes on. "But I
hope not."
    "What is it?" I asked frowning. "Maybe I should go with
you."
    He smiled and shook his head, "Huh uh," he said teasingly.
"My lips are sealed. You'll find out soon enough," he said and
squeezed my arm.
    "If I can't make it by six, I'll call and leave a message
for you in the dining room," he said and headed out the door.
    I went into the bathroom and took a shower. I was going crazy
trying to figure out what he was going to get that he didn't want me
to know about.
    We had agreed that the vacation was my birthday present;
the next day was my birthday. And this vacation was costing us
a small fortune, so I couldn't think why he would go buy me
something after agreeing not to.
    I lay down on the bed we had agreed would be mine and took a nap.
We had just arrived that morning.  By fifteen till six, I was dressed
in jeans and a sport shirt, sitting at a table that had a nice view of
the beach. At six-fifteen the waiter arrived and handed me a message.
    "Scott," I read, "Sorry, but it's taking longer than I
thought. Go ahead and eat. Will be there by eight. David."
    I ordered a salad and sat and picked at it. I wasn't very
hungry. I looked across the dining room. At the table by the door to
the kitchen a young man sat alone, he saw me look at him and
smiled. I returned his smile and looked out the window to the
beach. Couples were going for walks after eating.  Sighing, I lay my
fork down.
    "You look like you've been stood up," a deep male voice
said softly.
    I looked up to see the man from the table by the kitchen door
standing there.
    "Mind if I join you?" he asked.
    "Sure," I replied motioning to the chair which was reserved
for David.
    He sat down. "I'm Marty," he said extending his hand across
the table.
    "Scott," I replied taking it. It was a limp handshake and
he winked at me as we shook hands.
    He wasn't bad looking, although his nose was crooked, like
it had been broken. He had a nice muscular body, although he
was a little overweight. He had green eyes and brown hair. From
what I could tell from where his shirt was open at the collar,
he didn't have much hair on his chest. He did have a nice warm
smile, though.
    "You're right," I told him. "I was stood up. My roommate
went to get something, and hasn't got back yet. I just got a
note from him that he will be here at eight."
    We sat and made small talk for quite a while then the
waiter came over with another note.
    "Scott," I read to myself. "I'm sorry, but I don't know
when I'm going to find what I'm looking for. Forgive me? David.
p.s. I hope to be in my ten."
    I looked at my watch, it was fifteen till eight.
    I sighed and put the note in my shirt pocket with the other
one. "He won't be here," I said, sadly.
    "Would you like to go for a walk?" Marty asked standing up.
    "Sure," I said and stood also.
    I signed my ticket and we went out to the beach.
    Marty was about five-nine. I was five-seven.
    He led me down the beach to a cluster of rocks. "Have you
ever been here before?" Marty asked as I sat down on the edge
of a flat topped boulder.
    "No," I replied. "My father wasn't into recreation. We
never went anywhere when I was growing up. I think David has
been here a few times, though."
    "Why don't we forget about David?" he said softly as he
pulled me into his arms and kissed me on the lips.
    I put my arms around his neck and returned his kiss. Then I
pulled back. "What's wrong?" he asked.
    "We might get caught out here," I replied looking toward
the shore line.
    "Don't worry about it," he replied kissing me again. "I've
brought guys out here before, no one ever comes over here."
    He kissed me again and I pulled him closer to me. I spread
my legs and his crotch was even with mine and he pushed his
growing organ against me.
    I unbuttoned his shirt. By the light of the moon reflecting
off of the water, I could tell he didn't have any hair on his
chest, but there was a small trail that ran down from the
bottom of his belly button to his pubic hair. Unsnapping his pants, I
pulled his hard dick out of the confining material.
    He pulled me down off of the top of the boulder and I knelt
down and ran my tongue around the head of his cock. He was
about eight inches long and pretty thick. I had had guys the
same size as him before, and had no trouble taking them up
my ass, but I did have trouble giving them head, because I had
a small mouth. I knew if I ever did get David, I would have any
trouble giving him head, too.
    I ran my tongue down the base of his dick, then sucked on
his balls and licked my way back up to the head again. There I
put the head in my mouth and moved my tongue back and forth on
the base of the head as I sucked him.
    He put his hands on my head and pushed with his hips. "Oh,
shit, Scott," he gasped. "That feels gooood."
    After a few minutes he was really moaning and I was getting
worried that someone was going to hear him. I was relieved when
he pulled my head against him and shoved his dick down my
throat and panted, "Oh, Scott, yes, I'm here," and shot his
load into my mouth.
    I swallowed his cum then he pulled me to my feet and
started kissing me on the lips.
    "Will David let you do that?" he asked softly between
kisses.
    "No," I replied as he turned me around.
    He reached around in front of me and undid my jeans and
pulled them and my briefs down.
    "What about this?" he asked spitting on his fingers and
sticking them up my ass.
    After I was lubricated, he pulled a condom out of his jeans
pocket, and slipped it over his still hard organ.  Leaning me over the
rock, he slipped it up my ass.
    "No," I said as he held me by the hips and began pumping
his organ inside of me.
    After a few minutes, he pulled me away from the rock and
reached around and started to stroke my dick.
    It wasn't long before he sped up and I squirted my cum
over the rock while he shot another load into me.
    "Oh, shit," he said pulling me against him after we had
come. "That's the best ass I've had in a long time."
    I pulled my pants up and he turned me around, kissing me on
the cheek and lips.
    "I'd like to do that again before you leave," he said
snapping his pants.
    "So would I," I said kissing him on the lips.
    We sat down on the warm sand and looked out across the
water and made small talk for about an hour, then we got up and
started back to the hotel. He put his arm around me and I put
my head on his shoulder as we walked. It was about ten when we
reached the dining room. He still had his shirt off, but he had
removed his arm from around me. The waiter that had waited on
me was standing beside the door when we went in to go through
to the lobby.
    He handed me a note. "Scott," I read, "I finally found what
I was looking for. Now I just have to go get it. David. p.s.
don't wait up, it may take a while."
    "What time did this come?" I asked.
    "About two minutes ago," the waiter replied looking
knowingly from Marty to me and back again.
    "Thanks," I said. "I'll be in my room if he calls again."
    I told Marty goodnight and promised to try to see him
before I left, then went upstairs to my room.  After watching the
news, I went out on the balcony and watched the other guest down at
the pool.
    It was eleven-thirty when I finally got up and went into
the bedroom, took a shower, then climbed into bed. David still hadn't
come back or called since ten.
    The telephone on the table between the beds was ringing.
The travel clock I had brought with us said it was six-thirty
am.
    I picked up the receiver. "Hello?"
    "Good morning, Sir," a woman's voice said. "It's
six-thirty. Your breakfast will be up at six-forty-five as you
requested."
    "Thanks," I said sleepily and hung up the phone.
    I dozed off.
    "Hey sleepy head," I heard David say. I felt his warm hand
run down my arm. "Wake up," he said shaking me.
    I opened my eyes. He was sitting on the edge of my bed with
his robe on. I sat up and looked around. His bed had been slept
in, and he had two trays sitting on a cart between the beds.
    "Happy birthday," he said as he put one of the trays on the
bed over my lap.
    "We start off this special day with breakfast in bed," he
continued as he put the cover back on the cart.
    I looked at the plate in front of me. There were scrambled
eggs, hash browns, sausage, and toast. There was a glass of
orange juice and a carton of milk.
    "I feel like I'm in the hospital," I said straightening the
pillows behind me.
    "I promise the food is better than there," he replied
smiling. He hadn't shaved yet and his hair hadn't been combed.
He looked like he had just gotten up when the tray had arrived.
    "Scoot over," he said picking up the tray in front of me.
    He put it back over my lap after I had slid over, then he
sat down beside me and put his tray over his lap. Together, we
sat on the bed and ate.
    "Did you get what you were looking for?" I asked taking a
sip of juice.
    "Yeah, you're going to love it," he said happily.
    "What is it?" I asked looking around.
    "It's not here," he replied. "And you'll see it as soon as
we're done with breakfast and we've taken a shower."
    "What time did you get in?" I asked.
    "My we're full of questions this morning," he said
teasingly.
    "Just curious," I replied shrugging.
    "It was about twelve-thirty," he said taking a bite of
sausage. "You were asleep, so I didn't want to wake you."
    "Thanks," I said.
    After we finished eating he put the trays back on the cart,
then sat back down beside me.
    "So, what did you do all evening?" he asked crossing his
legs as he stretched them out on the bed. I was still under the
sheet, but his robe fell aside exposing his upper right thigh. He
raised his arms above his head and locked his hands together,
resting his head in them.
    "Not much," I replied with a sigh. "I went for a walk, then
came back and watched TV.  Then I sat out on the balcony and watched
everyone down at the pool, then went to bed."
    "Hey," he said putting his arm around me and pulling me
into his chest. I rested my head on his shoulder and my hand on
his chest. It was the first time he'd ever hugged me. "I'm
sorry I left you alone last night," he said, softly.
    "It's okay," I said as he rubbed my back with his hand.
    He pushed me away and looked into my eyes. "I love you," he
said. "I wouldn't have left you here alone if it wouldn't have
been important."
    "I said it was okay," I said as he pulled me into his arms
again. I couldn't believe my ears, he had actually told me he
loved me. I had to fight the urge to tell him that I loved him
too and to raise up and kiss him.
    He held me for a moment, then kissed me on the top of the
head and pushed me away again. As he swung his left leg off of
the bed, his robe fell open. He took it off and lay it on his
bed. "Why don't you go get in the shower while I shave?" he
suggested, heading for the bathroom.
    "Okay," I agreed and got up and followed him into the
bathroom.
    By the time I got out of the shower, he was finished
shaving. It was the same routine we went through every morning.
I showered while he shaved, then he showered while I got
dressed. Due to a skin problem I had, I had had electrolysis,
and didn't have to shave.
    We were just leaving the suite when David snapped his
fingers. "I forgot something," he said turning back to the door. "Go
on down, and I'll meet you in front of the gift shop," he said.
    He must have read the look on my face, because he put his
hands on my arms and looked me in the eyes. "I promise," he
said softly. "I'll be right down."
    "Okay," I said and turned to go downstairs.
    "Oh, Scott!" he called as I reached the top of the stairs.
    I turned around as he caught up with me. "I forgot my key,
can I use yours?"
    "Sure," I replied handing it to him. That was unlike him,
he never forgot his keys. We lived in a security building and
if you forgot your keys you were locked out of the whole
building, not just the apartment.
    It was a good thirty minutes before I looked up and saw
David coming toward me.
    "What took so long?" I asked.
    "Montezuma's revenge struck after I got my wallet," he said
guiding me out the door.
    There was a bell boy standing in front of David's Chrysler
Le Baron convertible that was parked in front of the door. He
opened the door for me as David walked around to the drivers
side. He started the car and pulled out into the early morning
traffic.
    "Where are we going?" I asked.
    "It's part of the surprise," he said.
    We rode along in silence for a while, then he pulled into a
long winding driveway that led up to a beautiful beach house
that sat on a ridge over looking the lake.
    He hopped out and came around to my side of the car and
opened the door. I got out and we went up to the house. I thought he
was going to ring the doorbell when he pulled a key out of his
shorts pocket and opened the door.
    He stepped aside and motioned for me to enter.
    The modern living room that stood before me was cool.  There
were french doors that went out to the patio, then a nice back
yard with steps down to the private beach below.
    "What are we doing here?" I asked as he led me over to a
door that went into another part of the house.
    "You'll see," he said opening the door. "Surprise!" he
yelled as I looked into the room.
    It was a den. There were streamers and balloons hanging
from the ceiling. A large sign hung above the patio doors that
read, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SCOTT!"
    "No wonder it took you all night," I said. "Did you do this
all by yourself?" I asked giving him a hug.
    "Sure did," he replied kissing me on the cheek.
    "But we can't afford to rent this place," I said as I
looked around. I had checked on the price of beach houses when
I was making arrangements for the vacation.
    "Who said anything about renting?" he asked. Then he
laughed as my mouth fell open. If it could have, my chin would
have hit the floor.
    "No, I didn't buy it," he said leading me over to the
couch. "My parents own it."
    "Then why didn't you tell me when we were making
arrangements?" I asked. "We could have saved all the money for
the hotel."
    "Because," he said. "I wanted to do just what I did," he
said standing up. "Come on," he led me out to the car and
opened the trunk. Our suitcases were there.
    He smiled as he saw my expression. "This is the real reason
I took so long to get back to you," he said handing me mine. "I
had to pack, load the car, and check out without you seeing
me."
    "You nut," I said shaking my head.
    He hugged me. "Yeah, but your expression when you saw the
den was worth it."
    "Thanks," I said as we went into the house. He led me up
the winding staircase to the bedroom.
    "We can sleep in here," he said putting his suitcases on
the queen-size bed.
    After we unpacked, he showed me the kitchen. "I got us some
steaks," he said, "we can have a cookout."
    The rest of the day we spent down at the beach, playing
volleyball and laying out in the warm sun.
    David cooked the steaks on the grill out on the patio, that
evening, and I made potato salad.
    We were sitting on the upstairs balcony after dinner. I
got up and went into the bathroom and took a shower, then I put
on my robe and went back outside.
    David got up and went inside to take his shower. About
fifteen minutes later he returned.
    "What side of the bed do you want to sleep on?" he asked. I
looked back at him, he was standing nude in the patio door.
    "The right," I said yawning. "Unless you'd rather have it."
    "No, that's fine," he said and went back into the bedroom.
    I got up and went in also. He was laying on his back on the
left side of the bed, he had the sheet up to his waist, and his
right arm on the pillow above his head.
    I took my robe off and lay down next to him.
    I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks for
today," I said. He put his arm around me and pulled me against
him.
    "I'm glad you had a good day," he said softly, rubbing my back.
    I had my hand on his chest, and my head on his shoulder. He
held me that way for a moment, then he kissed me on the top of
my head.
    "Hey, Scott?" he said softly.
    "Yeah?" I had almost dozed off, it felt so good to lay next
to him with his arms around me. I raised up and looked at him,
he kept his arms around me.
    "Would you suck my dick?" he asked running his right hand
down my back and squeezing my ass.
    I leaned down and kissed him on the lips. His mustache was
as soft as the hair on his chest. "I'd love to," I said.
    I ran my hand down his chest to his stomach. About an inch
above his bellybutton my hand was met by his throbbing organ.
    I wrapped my hand around it, then, kissing his chest, I made my
way down to his cock. I kissed the head of it, then I licked the back
of it down to his balls. I pushed the sheet back out of the way and
started sucking his balls.
    "Oh Scott, yes," David moaned. "That feels good."
    I licked my way back up to the head of it and got as much of it in
my mouth as I could.  I raised up with only the head in my mouth and
licked the hole, then I licked back and forth on the base of the head.
    David's moaning became louder as I stroked his dick with my
hand and sucked his balls and licked the head. It was a good
forty-five minutes later when he grabbed my head and pushed me
down against him and shot his warm load into my mouth.
    "Oh shit, Scott," he said trying to catch his breath, "that
felt great."
    He pulled me back up against him and kissed me on the lips.
    "I'm glad you liked it," I said. "I did." I lay my head
down on his warm chest.
     "Do you suck Tracy's dick like that?" he asked to my
surprise, rubbing my arm.
    Tracy was the guy I was currently dating. I had mentioned
him to David, but I always made sure I never said 'he', just
'Tracy', so he would think Tracy was a girl.
    I looked up at him and he smiled. "I forgot to tell you,"
he said, "Tracy stopped by day before yesterday morning while you were
gone to the store."
    "Oh," I said and lay down on my back, staring at the
ceiling, I had warned Tracy never to come over without calling first.
    "I must admit I was surprised when he came over," David
said turning over on his side to face me. "You made sure to
never let on that Tracy was a guy, although I was pretty sure
he was.  But what hurt the most was that you didn't want me to
meet him." He rubbed my arm. "Why didn't you want me to meet
him? Or any of your dates for that matter?"
    "I was afraid that if you found out that I was gay, you
would move out," I admitted.
    David laughed and bent over and kissed me on the lips.
    "Darling, I've known you were gay since the day we met," he
said putting his arm around me and pulling me close to him.
    "You have?" I asked dumbfoundedly.
    "You may not realize it," he said caressing my cheek with
his left hand, "but you aren't very good at hiding your
feelings. I can read your face like an open book."
    "Why didn't you say anything?" I asked.
    "What was there to say?" he asked. "The hardest thing I've
had to do is see how hurt you are every time I bring a girl
over. I was going to stop bringing Sue over, but I figured
she'd wonder why, and I sure couldn't tell her that it was so I
wouldn't hurt you, because then she would think that we were
sleeping together.
    "Of course, the night's you snuck into my bedroom and
measured my cock, I almost let you have it," he admitted, once
again to my surprise.
    "You were awake then?" I asked.
    "Yeah," he replied kissing me on the cheek. "The second
night I woke up while you were measuring it, but the first
night I hadn't gone to sleep yet. I was just going to start
masturbating when you snuck in. And when you asked if I was
asleep, I thought I'd play like it and see what you did. After
you left, I had to fight like hell with myself not to get up
and go get in bed with you."
    "Why didn't you?" I asked rubbing his chest. Boy was I
embarrassed. All this time David had known and hadn't said
anything. Not just about me being gay, but that I had measured
his dick.
    "I wasn't sure I could handle living with you with us
sleeping together," he replied with a sigh.
    "What would you have done if I would have just left the
room?" I asked. "When you didn't answer."
    "I never thought about that," he admitted.
    He ran his hand down my right side to my hip and pulled me
closer to him. "Now, what else do you do with Tracy?" he asked,
then leaned down, kissing me on the lips.
    I put my arms around him and pulled him down to me as our
kisses became more intense. He pulled back and spread my legs. Then he
spit on his fingers and pushed them up my ass. "Does he do this?"
David asked as he guided his hard cock into my asshole.
    "Oh, yes," I gasped as he gently pushed his full eight inches into
me.
    He pushed my legs down to my shoulders, raising my ass off
of the bed, and leaned over me as he began to pump. He leaned
down and kissed me on the lips. I put my hands on his sides and rubbed
them as I pulled him closer to me. "Oh, David," I moaned as he pumped.
"That feels so good."
    He smiled.  "And you're so tight," he said.
    He raised up and spread my legs, pulling my hips closer to
him. I could tell he was getting close. I reached down and took
my own cock in my hand and began to pump it.
    "Oh, Babe," he moaned. "I'm coming," he panted as he began
to pump harder.
    "So am I," I said as my own juices began to boil deep
inside my balls.
    "Come with me," he panted. He pulled his cock out of my ass
and began to masturbate with me. His come shot up over my stomach onto
my chest as my own squirted out onto my stomach.
    "Oh shit," he sighed as he collapsed on top of me and began
kissing me on the lips.
     "Are you sure you can handle living with me now, with us
sleeping together?" I asked. I rubbed his back as we kissed.
    He raised up and smiled at me. "Yeah," he replied. "Now,
what are we going to do about getting rid of Tracy?"
    "Why should we get rid of Tracy?" I asked.
    "I don't want anyone fucking you but me," he replied as he
leaned down and kissed me.
    "What about Sue?" I asked, rubbing his back as the kissed
me on the neck.
    "You wouldn't like to fuck her," he replied as he nuzzled
my ear, "she doesn't have a dick."
    "Silly," I said laughing. "I meant it wouldn't be fair for
you to have her and me not have Tracy."
    "Maybe we should introduce them," David suggested
teasingly.
    "I don't think she's his type either," I replied.
    "Why don't we just forget about them both?" he asked as he
lay down beside me and pulled me back over to him, laying my
head down on his chest.
    "I love you," I said kissing him on the cheek.
    "I know," he replied as he rubbed my arm and kissed me on
the top of the head.
    "Are you going to move into my room, or am I going to move
into yours?" I asked.
    "Since I have the master bedroom, I think it would be more
comfortable for us, since it's bigger," he replied. "Don't you
agree?"
    "Yes," I said, "but as long as I'm with you, it doesn't
matter."
    "I love you, too," he said as I raised up and kissed him on
the lips.
    The rest of the week flew by. We spent most of our time in
bed or down at the beach skinny dipping, which meant we were
mostly doing the same thing we did in bed.
    After we got back home, we broke off with Tracy and Sue.
Tracy took it better than Sue did, and luckily, David didn't
have to explain why he was breaking up with her. I told Tracy
the truth, and he was happy for me. He had known how I had felt
about David ever since we had met.