The following story is not true.  It was written as a gift to a friend at
the time who happens to be the character, Mike.  If you like this story and
would like to comment about it, I would be happy to receive your comments
at Dikinout@aol.com.  Thanks for taking the time to read it.

Birthday Ball
 by Brian Devlin
		
	It had been exactly a week since Mike got the last letter from
Scott confirming the plans for their meeting.  The day was about to arrive.
Tomorrow afternoon, Friday, he was to fulfill the desire upper most in his
mind for the last five weeks.  That is, finally see Scott face to face and
celebrate his new-found buddy's twenty-third birthday at the same time.  It
was going to be a ball . . . a real ball, come to think of it.

	The evening was spent divided between washing the car, which was
not in the best looking shape because of all the snow and slush he drove
through daily, and tidying up the apartment.  The bathtub ring got a
special scrubbing and the toilet brush was pulled out of its holder and
whisked around, sanitizing and deodorizing the ceramic bowl.

	Clean towels were put out and the kitchen garbage was emptied.
That took about an hour to accomplish, and upon looking at his watch, he
saw that a long evening was still in front of him.  The seconds on his
digital watch seemed to creep by, holding back the new day he was looking
so forward to.

	A thought flashed through his mind.  Soon, he had out all the
letters that Scott had written him and he began going methodically through
them, reading again the tantalizing passages.  Of course, he could have
quoted them word for word without pulling them out because of the many
times he had read them.  Letter by letter his eyes covered the pages, and
again, just as it had the many times before, his cock came to life inside
his underwear.  In his mind he pictured his fellow jock lover . . . his
hair, his eyes, his calves, muscled from the hours and hours of practicing
and playing hockey.  He could see him in the locker room following a big
hockey game as he was removing the bundlesome padding of the team
uniform. Piece by piece the covering came off until all that was left was
the sweaty jock strap.  There, bending over, with one foot on the floor and
the other on the bench untaping an ankle, he could see the supporter riding
tightly around the waist, the two attached narrow bands running over the
firm, rounded butt toward the pouch that caressed the dangling balls and
the virgin shaft.

	Scott had told him in his first letter that he had never had sex
with another person, male or female.  In his mind he walked up behind
Scott, cupped the palms of his hands first on the beautiful mounds of flesh
covering the gorgeous muscles of his butt and then slowly inched them down
between the legs, through the crevice nestling the puckered love canal,
into the bottom opening of the jock cup and then underneath the baby soft
sac that swaddled the balls.  Feeling the smoothness that had not been
touched by another hand since his last diaper was changed as a toddler or
perhaps by the team physician, checking for his athletic fitness, Mike
reveled in the excitement of fondling virgin territory.

	Before Mike realized it, his hand was between his own legs,
kneading the bulge that was begging for attention.  His own balls were
moving back and forth in the tight covering as the turgid cock was
manipulated.  Coming quickly to his senses, he yanked his hand away.  It
had been two weeks since he had allowed himself to come.  Thinking about
the event that was soon to take place, he wasn't going to shoot it now.  He
wanted to save every throbbing moment of it for when he would celebrate
Scott's becoming a total man by the consummation of his first "birthday
ball."
 
	Thinking that a long, brisk walk might help get his mind off
tomorrow, he dressed for outside and set off. He was careful to not wear
too much clothing, for he wanted to be somewhat cold when he got back so he
could crawl straight under the warm covers of his bed and perhaps quickly
go to sleep as he was warming up.  Forty-five minutes later he walked
through the door, went into the bathroom for a leak, pulled back the
covers, stripped off his clothes and crawled into the lonely bed. Sleep
didn't come quickly, but the sheer exhaustion of his body took over and
sometime later he drifted into a light reverie.  All night long his mind
was flooded with fantasies of himself and Scott and more than once he
remembered realizing his hands were hard at work between his legs.

	Finally, morning arrived and even though the day was one for which
he had long awaited, the almost sleepless night made him feel as if he was
in a daze.  The tingling from the shower head spray helped to bring him to
his senses and soon he was caught up, once again, with the expectations of
the day.  His stomach forgot about eating, and looking at the clock, it was
a good thing, for the traffic was going to be heavy as it was even without
getting a late start.  Dashing for the door, he remembered that he hadn't
put on his cologne . . . the special, expensive kind that he saved only for
special occasions.  "I'm sure this fragrance will last through the day," he
thought as he splashed it around his neck.

	Sometime later he found himself at the plant.  Micro-Tech
Industries the sign read.  It was quite a ride in from the country, but
worth it since he really didn't enjoy the busy city life.  Employees were
coming and going, some nodding, some dodging, others attempting to mumble
'good morning', all bouncing off Mike's ears as his mind was on one thing.
Walking into his work area, the first thing he saw was his boss with a
stack of papers.  "These are the refinements necessary on the work we did
yesterday," he said.  "Some of it didn't suit the guys upstairs."
	
	"Shit, man," Mike thought as he saw what was ahead of him for the
day.  Looking at his boss he said, "You mean we've got to do all this over
again."
	
	"You got it man," was the reply.
	
	Well, there was nothing else to do but get started.  So, start he
did.  In a way, the day turned out pretty well.  What he had to do, he
could only do alone.  He didn't feel like socializing with anyone else
today, so, he kept to his task and as he did, his mind was occupied
also. But, as the time ticked nearer to the time to get off work, it became
harder and harder to concentrate on his task.  Often, he found his mind
daydreaming about what was to transpire in a couple of hours.  Flashes of a
naked Scott lying on his back, hands outstretched, beckoning for Mike to
join him in an embrace flashed through his mind.  But, the ring of a phone
or the buzzer of a computer would alwaysbring him back to his senses and
the reality of the job at hand.  Finally, the end came, and grabbing his
coat, he made off for the exit of the building.
	
	As he walked outside, it was snowing.  "Damn," he though.  "I hope
this snow doesn't slow down the bus."  He was to meet Scott at the bus
station in forty-five minutes.  He stuck the key in the lock, opened the
car door, slipped inside and started the engine.  The speakers from the
radio emitted the musical strains of "Happy Birthday, baby . . . " on the
radio station.  Sitting there for a few seconds, he chuckled at the
timeliness of the song as he allowed the motor to warm up before taking
off.  His heart began to beat harder and harder as he made his way toward
the bus station.  It seemed as if he hit every red light between the plant
and there.  In a couple of places, some car accidents caused the traffic to
back up several blocks.  Eventually he made his way around them, however.
	
	In his mind, he wondered if he would recognize Scott when he saw
him.  Scott had no pictures to send, so all he had was the written
description.  In his mind he had formed the perfect image, but he wasn't
sure whether he would be correct or not.
	
	Just as he neared the station, a car pulled out of a parking space
and Mike was able to zip right in.  What luck, he thought.  Jumping out of
the car, he practically ran the block and a half remaining.  Bounding
through the front doors, he began scoping the waiting room, looking for his
special guy.  People were everywhere . . . old ones, young ones, fat ones,
short ones, tall ones and then . . . then . . . a perfect one.  There he
was.  It had to be him.
	
	Standing by a pay phone was the most awesome human being Mike had
ever seen.  A six-foot tall, sculpted figure with the face of an Adonis and
eyes of an angel.  He had on a bright neon colored coat, zipped half way
up, covering a Bruins T-shirt and a pair of snug fitting jeans.  High-tops
anchored the figure to the floor and the wall as one foot was planted
behind him against the scarred surface.  Mike steadily walked toward the
figure, continuing to study the face, comparing it with the description he
had read many times in the letter.

	Stopping directly in front of the figure, he looked the guy
directly in the face, staring straight into the eyes. Standing that way for
a few moments, the figure stared back.  Their eyes were locked in a gaze
for what seemed like an eternity, but what could only have been a few
seconds. The lower portion of the face broke into a smile and both spoke at
the same time, each saying the other's name, making the inflection at the
end sound like a question.

	Hands reached forward and grabbed each other, grasping tightly as
feelings from deep inside both rushed through the limbs and made their way
inside the other through a passionate handshake that was every bit as
erotic as intercourse itself.  Each didn't want to release the other.  But,
eventually, the handshake became a buddy hug as each other's arm went
around the other's shoulder.
	
	Mike reached down and picked up Scott's bag and together they made
their way back toward the front doors.  Soon they were on the sidewalk
outside, walking down the street toward the car.  First, unlocking the
passenger door, Mike opened it for his friend before walking to the back
and lifting the hatchback where he put Scott's bag.  Crawling into the car
on his side, Mike could only sit for a few moments and stare into the eyes
of his new found love.  The return look from Scott was just as intense.
Here they were, two jocks, passionately drawn to each other, each wanting
what the other had to give.
		
	Giving in to his passion and forgetting the straight image he
worked so hard to portray before those he knew, Mike leaned forward,
reached his hands for the sides of Scott's face and gently pulled him
toward himself until their lips met, first gently, and then more fiercely
as their erotic beings convulsed through their veins and their tongues were
coursing into each other's mouths in wild abandon.
	
	Finally releasing the embrace, Mike let out a piercing scream of
release that had been building up for several weeks.  Scott looked at him,
a bit bewildered, but still with a look in his eyes of wanton passion.
This sort of activity was completely new to him in practice, but well
rehearsed as he had imagined it over and over many times through his
unfulfilled fantasies.  He reached out and placed his left hand on the
upper thigh of Mike whereupon he gave it a firm squeeze, his own desire
communicated through the touch.
	
	Managing to come back to reality, Mike started the car and pulled
out into the evening traffic.  Although eating was something that seemingly
wouldn't have been on either one's mind, Mike's stomach reminded him that
he hadn't eaten all day long.  He asked Scott when the last time was that
he had eaten.  It had been at noon.  So, even though something much more
important than eating was going to consume the evening, he decided that
hunger would set in some time and then he would have wished he had gotten
something to still the hunger pangs.  He knew of a deli down the street, so
he pulled in and went inside.  It seemed everywhere he looked there were
objects that made his mind think of sex.  The long sausages lying in the
display window as well as hanging from a strung up line pulled across the
room reminded him of the many long anticipated visual fantasies that were
soon to become reality.  Managing to bring his mind back to the purpose at
hand, he selected the fixings for some sandwiches later on, paid for them
and then started on the trip home.  It seemed like a long drive, but was
made tolerable by the conversation with Scott.
	
	Scott had left about mid-morning from Boston.  He related that the
trip hadn't been too bad, but he was glad to get off the bus and stretch
his legs.  And, of course, he was glad to finally get to meet Mike face to
face.  Eventually, Mike pulled onto Halifax Drive and after awhile into the
parking lot of his apartment complex.  He retrieved the bag from the back
of the car, led Scott to the apartment where he unlocked the door, opened
it and stepped back for him to enter.  When they were both inside, Mike
dropped the bag, took off his own coat and reached for Scott's.  Putting
them in the closet, once more he just stood and stared at the angel
standing in his living room.  The angel stared back at him, his lips
twitching slightly as if experiencing a bit of nervousness. Eventually,
even though obviously shy, Scott stepped forward and reached for Mike.  Not
knowing exactly what to do with his hands, he slid them under Mike's arms
and around the back. Mike's more skillful arms engulfed Scott and once more
their mouths met.  When they both came up for air, Scott released his hold
and stepped back.  In an embarrassed, quiet voice he said, "I'm not sure
what to do now."
	
	In a whisper, Mike replied, "There's no need for you to be
concerned.  I'll take care of everything."  With that, he gently reached
down and began pulling the shirt from inside Scott's pants.  In a slow,
erotic motion, he pulled the shirt higher until the luscious nipples of his
new lover came into view.  With the shirt gone, he reached and caressed his
shoulders and arms, running his hands over the muscles of his beautifully
developed biceps.  Next, his fingers found the nipples, standing at erotic
attention.  Taking the index fingers of both hands he teasingly circled
round and round the blushing points and then adding the thumbs, firmly
rolled them back and forth between the pinching fingers.  Scott's eyes
closed in obvious passion and he rolled his head backward.  His lungs
filled with a long breath of air and then gently relaxed as it slowly made
its way out.  Replacing his fingers with his mouth on the nipples, Mike
gently flicked them and then made tiny circles around them with his tongue,
causing Scott to once morepull in a long breath.  It was obvious Scott was
captured with lust and he began to appear delirious with desire.
	
	Bringing his hands down the torso, stopping briefly at the inviting
navel, Mike next found the top of Scott's pants and began to undo the
buttons.  As he unbuttoned lower and lower, he could see the plain white
jockey shorts that were encasing the midsection and the tuft of hair
peeking out of the top of them.  Pulling gently on it, he felt the silky
texture and could hardly wait to bury his face in the unseen mass
underneath the white cotton. The front of the shorts sported a firm bulge
from the excitement that lay beneath them.  He pulled down the jeans but
left the shorts up and pressed his face into the crotch, outlining with his
mouth the shaft that was attempting to make its way out of the stained
fabric.  Without saying a word, Mike indicated with his hands that he
desired Scott to get down onto the carpet.  He helped him ease down until
he was lying on his back.  The sneakers were removed next, leaving the
white socks on and then the pants were pulled from his legs.
	
	Scott had told him in a letter that he hadn't worked out much in
awhile, but from the looks of his legs that was not very evident.  Perhaps
his hockey playing was strenuous enough to keep what he had done in weight
training near its peak.  His calves were large, and as Mike's eyes moved
upward, he took in the massive thighs that caused the leg openings of
Scott's briefs to expand tightly around their upper part.  He couldn't
resist running his hands up and down the legs, kneading the muscles.  What
a beautiful sight lying back on the floor with his legs open and beckoning
for more attention.
	
	Slowly, Mike stood, standing above Scott and between his legs.  He
began removing his own clothes, beginning with his shoes, shirt and then
his pants.  Finally, all he had on were his underwear.  His, too, were
protruding from the front as his hard tool was pressing from his body.
Slipping his fingers into the top of the waistband, he began a slow push as
downward they started.  Even though he tried to pull them straight down, he
could not, before taking his fingers and releasing his cock from the folds.
It had them locked on.  Soon it was released and the shorts dropped to the
floor where he stepped out of them.
	
	Looking down at Scott, Mike could see that he was breathing
nervously as he stared at the just released seven inch monster.  Knowing
that this was his first time, he so wanted it to be special and gentle if
necessary so that he wouldn't be afraid.  He decided to tease Scott by
standing above him and performing lewd movements with his own muscular,
naked body.  He began by placing the palms of his hands over the nipples of
his pecs and then slowly moving them down over the ripples of his abdomen
until they reached his pubic forest.  There, they separated and each hand
slid around the brushy area joining together again just under the ball sac.
Taking one ball into the fingers of each hand, he pulled them downward,
inflicting mild pain on himself.  As the balls were alternately pulled down
and allowed to return, his hard cock sprang up and down like a springboard
under the feet of a diver.

	Next, he moved one hand to encircle his cock and slowly moved it up
and down the meat.  Looking at it, he was reminded of the salami the guy at
the deli had sliced for sandwiches, except the deli sausage didn't have
ridges and veins making their way down its length.  He was proud of his
penis.  Just as he worked hard to develop the muscles of his body, he
worked just as hard to keep this muscle-like object in shape by giving it
ample workouts with his hands just as he was doing now.  The large, swollen
glans was a deep purple tonight and the outside ridge sparkled in the light
of the room as the wetness from the end was rubbed over it.  Continuing to
stroke it from top to bottom, he could feel his cum begin to pump up from
his balls.  By now, more clear ointment was streaming out the end of it and
beginning to drip down on Scott's stomach.  Realizing he was getting too
close to the brink, he released his shaft and allowed it to hang
deliciously from his body.
	
	Next, he decided to strike some body builder poses as he continued
to stand there.  He moved rhythmically as he changed from one pose to the
other the way he had seen it done on T.V.  He turned around so that his
big, tight, round butt would be viewable.  He even did some squats similar
to the way he did them in the workout routine while still turned around.
He wanted Scott to see a sample of what was in store for him if he wanted
to take advantage.
	
	Finally, he could wait no longer.  He turned back around to face
Scott, went down onto his knees and reached for the front of Scott's
crotch.  The front of his shorts were still straining from the massive tool
underneath and a wet spot had made an appearance.  He reached out and
rubbed his finger over the moistened area and felt the sticky lubricant
ooze through the threads.  He then managed to find both balls still covered
by the tight material.
	
	"These are the birthday balls," he thought as he gently mashed them
between his fingers and moved them around in the compacted area.  Lifting
the edge of the shorts first on one side and then the other, he managed to
pull Scott's balls out on both sides so that they were compressed against
his body, being held captive by the elastic in the leg openings.  Mike bent
over and allowed his tongue to wash both of them before gently biting them
between his lips.
	
	Having moved Scott even higher up the ladder of passion, he then
put the balls back inside the shorts and pulled the fly opening out with
one hand.  Reaching through the opening with the other, he fished out the
long, hard saber that had been trying so hard to get free.  Both of them
audibly gasped as it came out.  Scott, from the feeling of another man's
hand around it, Mike's, from the sheer beauty of a twenty-three year old
virgin cock that was perfectly shaped as if chiseled from the finest
marble.  It was moist on the end from the pre-cum that had already wetted
the front of his underwear.  As Mike ran his hand up and down it,
additional clear, thick, glistening natural ointment oozed its way out of
the slit and sparkled in the light emitted from the lamps in the room.
	
	By now, Scott was in almost total frenzy.  His head was moving back
and forth, his hands were thrashing out to the side and he was thrusting
his crotch forward as if fucking the air while Mike's tight hand encased
the penis.  He moaned and his muscles contracted throughout his whole body
as Mike continued to pump the shaft up and down andmove his balls around in
the sac.
	
	Mike was delirious in his own right.  Here he was, fulfilling his
hundred dreams, caressing and loving a body that was totally giving in to
him and willing to accept anything he was giving it.  Once, as Scott thrust
his midsection up, Mike grabbed both sides of the shorts and yanked them
down over the hips, fully exposing the objects of his craving as they
sprang from the healthy crop of matted hair.  His cock sprang back against
his body as it was pulled through the fly opening of the jockeys.  From the
angle of its protrusion from the body, it confirmed the youthfulness of
this sexual being.
	
	Sitting there, taking in this glorious sight, it was all Mike could
do to keep from diving onto the extended tower and engulfing it with his
mouth.  He knew there would be all the time in the world during this
weekend to fully enjoy over and over everything that could be done between
two male bodies.  So, he wanted to make last forever each progressing
moment heading for full consummation.
	
	Time after time he had fantasized about lying completely on top of
his new buddy, grinding his body down and writhing as muscles grabbed
muscles.  That's exactly what he did, once more pressing his lips against
Scott's.  They completely engulfed each other and rolled from side to side
as first one was on his back and then the other.  Sounding like two mates
in the honeymoon bed, they groaned, grunted and groveled there on the
floor.
	
	Finally, Scott wound up once more on his back with his legs pushed
slightly up, wrapped around Mike's upper legs while Mike stood on his
knees, his cock hovering closely over Scott's.  They stared into each
other's eyes once more and Mike leaned forward and played again with the
nipples on the peaks of Scott's pecs.  He planted his handsfirmly on the
muscled shoulders and ran his fingers along the protruding veins as they
ran the length of the arm.  Taking his hands from the arms, he then rested
them on the knees of the reclining figure and then slowly moved them
downward on top of the thighs as he once more reached them to the shaft.
	
	Taking it in his left hand, he lifted it from its angled position
until the tip of it pointed straight into the air.  He studied it as he
traced the protruding veins snaking their way around the beautiful
cylinder.  Scooting back a little bit, he began to move his face downward,
his mouth open, ready to finally consummate the luscious foreplay.  He
looked at Scott's face as he moved toward the shaft.  His eyes were in a
daze and his mouth was open as he was taking in deep breaths.
	
	Reaching the prized object with the opening of his mouth, Mike
inched his tongue out and just touched the double nippled end of it.  The
fresh pre-cum grabbed at his tongue like a magnet.  As he lifted his tongue
up, a thin string of it remained connected between the two objects. Then
Mike extended his tongue again.  This time he began slowly lapping
underneath the glans, causing Scott to once more emit low groans of
pleasure.  The movement of the tongue began making its way around the
glans, at times digging itself into the moat that separates the ridge of
the knob with the shaft itself.

	Scott's breathing became faster and faster as the frenzy built
inside him.  Finally, because he couldn't hold it back, Scott suddenly
shoved his crotch upward and his fiery dick propelled into Mike's throat
and his balls pressed against both cheeks.  They both expelled
uncontrollable sounds as the cock planted itself.  Without any hesitation,
Mike began the assault on the instrument, moving his head up and down, up
and down as fast as he could.  He tightened his lips, making the pressure
as intense as if it was stuck up an ass hole.  Up and down he continued to
move, occasionally lifting his mouth off the organ and running up and down
the length of it with his lips on the outside.
	
	Instinctively, he made a dive for one of Scott's balls and he
sucked it into his mouth and pulled hard on it as he closed his lips
tighter and tighter, clamping his teeth around it as if it were a vise.
Scott was delirious with passion.  His feet were moving up and down the
carpet and his knees were moving in and out.  His hands were thrust above
his head and his head was heaving back and forth.  He was like a wild
animal.
	
	Mike moved back to the cock and closed his mouth around it once
more.  Scott began making sounds which were recognizable to Mike as sounds
made when one is about to climax.  Quickly, he grabbed the base of Scott's
penis and clamped it tightly, holding it still until the sounds stopped and
the nearing climax retreated a bit.  He had determined earlier in his mind
that when Scott came for the first time, he wanted to receive it deep
within his body.
	
	His next movement was to stand and step forward over Scott's body
and straddle his waist.  Next, he kneeled down, separating his knees on
either side of Scott.  Reaching back between his legs, he took Scott's
penis once more and pushed it upward until it was at a right angle with the
floor.  Beginning to lower his butt, he put one of his own fingers just
inside his hole and then made movements which brought his inserted finger
into contact with Scott's penis.  When the two met, his own finger slipped
out and the head of the lascivious cock took its place.

	When he felt the end of it get just inside the hole, he brought
both his hands down to Scott's mid-section and clamped them around his
waist on either side.  He leaned his own head back, closed his eyes, and
slowly sucked in a long breath as he slowly lowered his butt and allowed
the long, slithery semen snake to move all the way in.
	
	Once it was in, he brought his head forward, letting it drop down.
He looked at Scott and saw that Scott's eyes were glued to his.  They were
drawn together by an invisible laser which held them tightly for a few
moments.  This trance was broken when Scott reached his hands upward and
forward as if to invite Mike to bend down to him.  Mike did so, his ass
still planted firmly on Scott's groin.
	
	As he lowered himself, his face just cradled under Scott's chin and
their massive chests pressed against each other.  Scott's arms reached
around and cradled the back of Mike.  Again, they stayed this way for
awhile, each reveling in whatever was being passed back and forth through
them.
	
	Mikes eyelashes began to flutter, brushing underneath Scott's chin.
This caused Scott to release his embrace and when he did so, Mike raised
back up. Using the muscles in the legs he had worked so hard to develop, he
pushed himself up a bit, lifting his butt from off Scott's groin, the cock
still planted firmly in the hole.  He held thisposition and, without any
instruction from Mike, Scott began a gentle fucking motion. Tightening the
muscles in his abdomen, he lifted his butt from the floor and as he did so,
his cock drove deeper into the loins of his lover.

	Up and down he went, time after time.  What started out as a slow,
rhythmic thrust, gradually turned into a more rapid pulsation.  Mike joined
in the movement and he began to push down as Scott was thrusting upward.
Each time he did this, he felt a special contact made inside his body.  It
was as if this snake that was reaching so far upinside him was thrusting
its forked tongue and tickling a particularly sensitive spot.
	
	As each guy moved faster and faster, it was difficult to perfectly
match the opposite thrust of the other, but soon it didn't matter because
both were so caught up that it became maddened thrashing as they were
moving toward the point which would send them over the brink into sensual
oblivion.  Mike thrust his torso back and pushed his chin into the air. He
put both hands behind him and clasped each of his own butt cheeks as he
rode onward and accepted the massive tool.  His cock was thrust upward like
the horn on a saddle.
	
	Faster and faster they moved, their groaning growing louder until
it sounded like they were in great pain.  Suddenly Scott let out a long
masculine scream, arched his body upward and held it there, his head moving
back and forth from side to side and seemed to suspend himself in air as
Mike felt the penis dug deep inside him become even more slippery and he
realized that an overflow of semen was forcing its way out around the cock
through his ass hole because there was not room enough to hold the deposit
from Scott's balls.
	
	Suddenly, without warning, Scott bounded upward from his reclining
position, grabbed Mike by the shoulders and pushed him backward onto the
floor.  As he did so, his cock popped out of the slippery ass hole and
slung jism onto his face and neck from the springing action.  He made a
dive for Mike's cock and began devouring it even more violently than his
own had been assaulted.  Mike was ecstatic with pent up fury and he
couldn't hold back any longer.
	
	Suddenly, there was an audible squirt as hot, molten semen shot
from the red hot slit in the end of his penis.  Scott's virgin mouth
slurped it out like an infant with a nipple in its mouth and he swallowed
every last drop of the milky white cream.  Lifting his eyes to fix his gaze
directly on Mike's face, he saw his buddy slowly mouthing in slow motion
the words, "Happy birthday."  Moving forward, he gently collapsed in
exhaustion on top of Mike's body and placed his mouth near his right ear as
he asked, "How was the birthday ball?"
	
	Scott could only moan in reply as he lifted his head and then
planted his mouth once more on top of Mike's.  They writhed in another
passionate embrace and buried their tongues in each other's mouth.  The
birthday ball had just finished its first number, but the dance card still
had many entries, all with the same name by them.