Date: Sun, 30 Mar 2003 03:56:01 +1000 (EST)
From: Ed.P. <sweet_stud_boy@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Best Birthday Present

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.