Date: Tue, 18 Jul 2006 18:13:54 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Rod's Birthday Present

			  ROD'S BIRTHDAY PRESENT
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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[NOTE: Longtime readers may recall that July 24th is my birthday, I turn 50
years old on Monday.  This is my story commemorating the event, so to
speak.]

     "Is Rod going to be here soon?" I asked Mom as I jumped up and down on
her bed.
     Mom was packing for her trip, and she looked over at me and
smiled. "Stop jumping on the bed. I'm sure he'll be here any moment." Then
to herself, "He'd better be. I have to leave here in another fifteen
minutes."
     "He'll have his present for me with him he gets here won't he?" I
climbed off and went over to her.
     "I'm sure he will." Mom said.
     "Do you know what he got me for my birthday?" I asked her for the
umpteenth time.
     She shook her head. "It's a mystery to me, too." she said.
     "Do you think he spent a lot of money on it?"
     "I don't know, Mike." she said to me, shutting her suitcase. "He'll be
here soon and give it to you." And again, to herself, like I wasn't
supposed to hear it, "And if he doesn't, I'll give it to him." Then back to
me. "Now go wait for him in the living room like a good boy."
     With that, the only thing left for me to do was to go sit in the
living room and wait for Rod to get home. Rod is my older brother, and he'd
skipped my seventh birthday party...well, at the age of 15, he was too old
for that kind of thing. But he had promised this year to give me the best
birthday present I'd ever had!
     No kid had waited for Christmas morning more than I waited for July
24th to finally get here. For almost two months now, Rod had been giving me
all kinds of hints about my birthday present. He had been driving me crazy
with curiosity and hope! If he was watching television, he'd tell me to go
get him a cola. If I didn't hop right up and go get it for him, he'd say,
"Well, I guess you don't want that birthday present very much do you?" And
he'd cross his muscled arms across his big chest and sneer a smile at
me. And I'd get up and get him the cola.
     I didn't know what he'd gotten me, only that it was something I
really, really wanted and I needed and I would love it. I'd tried guessing
it, but he wouldn't play the guessing game with me, he'd just say that I'd
have to wait until my party.
     Well, he'd skipped my party but he'd be home soon. I had my suitcase,
Mom had to go on a weeklong seminar (she wasn't attending one, she had a
job hosting them, providing drinks and materials and arranging for the
speakers and so on, she did this about once a month), and I was going to
have to stay all next week with Aunt Mary. Rod would be allowed to stay
home alone as he was old enough to do such things. If Rod didn't give me my
present now, I'd have to wait another whole week. Not another week!
     Rod came in the door, and I jumped up, yelping like he was Santa
Claus. "Rod! Rod! Rod!"
     The look on his face was not a grin, but a scowl. "Shrimp! What are
you doing here? You were going to be at Aunt Mary's house for the next
week!"
     "He's still here and I'm still here." Mom said from the hallway door.
     "Where's my birthday present? Where's my present?" I said to him.
     Rod laid that sneer on me. "What present?"
     "The one you promised me."
     "I promised you a present if you were good." He said. "You weren't
good enough for the present this year. You be good and next year, I'll get
you that present."
     "Rod!" Mom said to me. "What's this good enough? You didn't get Mike a
birthday present at all?"
     "He said he'd get me the best present ever!" I jumped in with both
feet. "I've been doing everything he said for the last two months, cause he
said he'd get me the best present ever if I did! And he didn't get me
nothing!" And like any seven-year-old boy would, I burst into tears.
     "Mike, Mike!" Mom said to me, kneeling, her arms around me. "Don't you
cry, baby! Rod's going to give you a really good present all right!"
     "He will?" I snuffled. "But he didn't get me anything!"
     "You've been waiting on him for two months, have you?" Mom asked me.
     "Uh-huh." I said.
     "Well, this is what Rod's giving you for your birthday." Mom started.
     "Mom!" Rod protested but she glared at him and he subsided.
     "You aren't going to be at Aunt Mary's all this next week. You're
staying here with Rod."
     "Aw, Mom!" Rod said.
     "I mean it, buster." Mom said. "You're going to spend the next week
taking care of him, and you are going to play games with him and whatever
he wants to do until I get back. I mean it, if Mike calls me and says that
you aren't doing exactly what he asks you to do for the week, I'm going to
buy him a present for you and take it out of your allowance. And it'll be
an expensive present, believe me! You want that?"
     "No, Mom."
     "So for the next week, Rod, you are going to wait on Mike hand and
foot if that is what he wants. Until I get back next Saturday afternoon,
you do anything he wants to do, fix him meals he wants you to fix him,
everything, and I mean everything. That's your birthday present for him and
it is the best present he ever had, right, Mike?"
     "Yeah." I said, my tears forgotten. "Yeah! Oh, boy, Rod, we can play
and do stuff all week long!"
     "But, Mom!" Rod protested.
     "I gave you enough money to let you take him anywhere he wants to go."
Mom said. "Now I have to go or I'll miss my flight. Mike, Rod is now your
butler, chauffeur and cook for the next week. It's the birthday present you
always wanted, and he's doing it because he loves you so much. Isn't he
just the best big brother you ever had?" Mom blew us both a kiss and threw
her travel bag over her shoulder, hoisted her suitcase and briefcase with
the other, and walked out the door. "Shut the door for me, Rod." she
said. "And have fun."
     "Uhhh!" Rod said as he closed the door on her.
     "Hey, Rod, we got the whole week together, doing stuff!" I
said. "We're going to have the best week ever! This is a great birthday
present! We can go to the mall and go to the pier and ride the roller
coaster all day long! We can...."
     "We can do nothing." Rod said. "I'm not doing nothing with you, Slug,
I'm watching television."
     I felt hurt, then mad. "I'll call Mom." I said.
     "No, you won't. I won't let you." Rod said. "You can't use the phone."
     "Then I'll tell her when she gets back." I said. "She can buy me a
computer for my birthday with your allowance."
     "A computer?"
     "Yeah, the really good ones." I said. "I bet they cost at least a
couple hundred dollars."
     "More like a couple thousand." Rod groaned. "And Mom would do it."
     "You shouldn't have promised me a really good present then." I pointed
out. "How about we go to the grocery store and buy a whole bunch of
goodies, now. Like some ice cream and some hot dogs and some...."
     "Mike." Rod said. "We don't have any money. I don't have any money."
     "Huh?"
     "I spent all the money Mom gave me for the week." Rod
explained. "Spent it on my date last night. I was going to stay home all
week and watch television and eat what we got in the kitchen."
     "But...but my birthday present." I said. "Mom said you had to do
whatever I wanted!"
     "So call her and tell her." Rod said. "I can't stop you. But I got no
money, so we can't go anywhere and we can't do anything." He frowned. "You
were supposed to be gone to Aunt Mary's by the time I got home."
     "You made me fetch you stuff, promising me that present." I said. "You
never planned to get me nothing, did you?"
     Rod grinned up at me. "It was only a joke. Get you to get me stuff, do
things for me. I never expected you to bite it so big, though. It got
completely out of hand. I'm sorry, sport. Honest!"
     "Well, you got to do stuff for me the entire next week." I said. "Just
like Mom said."
     Rod nodded. "Okay, pipsqueak, you got yourself a deal. The next week,
it's all you and me. Anything you want. Okay? Only, we got no money to go
nowhere. So what do you want to do?"
     "I don't know." I said. "I got to think about it."
     "Fine, you do that." Rod said. "Meanwhile, can you get me a Coke from
the fridge?"
     "Okay." I said and went to fetch it. I was halfway back when I
realized what he'd done. So I shook the can up real hard and took it in to
him, gave it to him.
     "Thanks, squirt." Rod said and I just smiled and watched him open the
can.
     It got him right in the face, and he sputtered while I laughed so
hard, it hurt. And he got hold of me and dumped the rest of the can over
me, getting a lot of it on himself because he had to hold me up next to him
to get it on me. I was squirming and squalling and laughing and so was
he. At times like this, it was good to have a big brother!
     Rod let go of me and he said, pulling at his t-shirt. "I got Coke all
over my shirt."
     "I got it all over my head." I said. "All over me." And I did, I was
drenched.
     Rod tugged the shirt off over his head and used the drier part of it
to wipe at his chest. I looked at the hairs there (he had a few hairs,
enough to see them) and I giggled at how his wipes were showing with the
hairs, making kind of a swirl on his chest.
     "You'd better get out of those wet clothes." Rod said. "Take them down
to the washer along with this." and he threw the shirt at me.
     He wasn't going to fool me twice. "Nu-uh!" I said, throwing it
back. "You got to do what I say all this week. It's my birthday today. You
take it down." And I took off my own t-shirt and said, "You can take mine
down, too."
     Rod looked miffed, then he grinned. "Your shorts are wet, too." he
said.
     "Yeah." I agreed and took them off as well.
     "Those briefs are wet, too." Rod said. "Come on, strip all of them
off."
     I hesitated, then giggled. "Okay." and I pulled them off.
     Rod snickered at me, naked in front of him. "The birthday boy is in
his birthday suit!" he said, guffawing at his joke.
     I laughed. "Yeah. I should wear it all day, shouldn't I, for my
birthday!"
     "My bratty little brother, running around the house buck-naked?" Rod
said. "Good thing I wasn't inviting any of my friends over tonight."
     "You wear yours too." I said.
     "Huh?"
     "You wear your birthday suit for my birthday." I said. "Come on, you
only got on shorts now anyway. Take them off, like me."
     "No way." Rod said.
     "Hey, Mom said you had to do what I told you to." I warned him. "All
week long, you gotta do what I say."
     "She didn't mean this." Rod said. "She said to do stuff, she didn't
mean for me to get naked with you. That's just weird."
     "I'll tell her you aren't doing what I tell you to." I warned
him. "I'll tell her you spent all the money you had and couldn't take me
anywhere all week long. I'll tell her...."
     "All right, all right." Rod grumbled. "Jeez, you're not only weird,
you're a pain in the butt."
     "So take them off." I ordered him. "Everything, right now."
     "Okay, okay." Rod said. He sat down and took off his sneakers and
socks and I put the socks on the pile of our wet clothes. His socks smelled
really funky, I got a sniff of them while I had them, looked at Rod, but he
was standing up and looking down at his fly, then up at me.
     "You sure about this, sport?" he asked me again.
     "Yeah." I said. "Come on, get into your birthday suit. It's my
birthday!"
     Rod gave a grin and shake of his head, and the zipper came down. He
shucked his shorts and briefs together, skinning them down and stepping out
of them, and he was nude in front of me. "Okay, squirt, I'm in my birthday
suit, just for your birthday. Now what?"
     I was too busy looking at his dick! "It's got hair!" I said in
wonder. You have to realize that my family was just my mother and Rod and
me, and this was the first time I'd ever seen him naked. I'd seen my
friends at school naked in the shower, but they were all six or seven years
old, like me. Honest, I just assumed that everyone's dick was like mine and
my friends. Rod's was supposed to be bigger because he was bigger, but it
was even bigger than I'd figured out. And it had hair around it!
     "Yeah, it's got hair." Rod said, and his hand came down and kind of
straightened out his cock and balls, pulling them apart because they were
kind of stuck together. That just made his dick look even bigger!
     "Wow!" I said.
     "Get a good look at it." Rod grumbled. "You won't be seeing it again
any time soon!"
     "Can I touch it?" I asked. Then I remembered, I was in charge! "I'm
going to touch it." I modified it to.
     "Hey, no way!" Rod said, backing away from my hand. That put his knees
against the couch, and he fell down onto the couch. "This is getting
weird!"
     "You have to do what I say." I warned him. "Mom said so. I'll tell her
you wouldn't do what I said." I got up on the couch with him.
     "She sure as hell didn't mean this!" Rod warned.
     "I'll tell her you didn't do anything I said, anything at all." I was
a heartless blackmailer now, but I didn't care.
     "Aw...geez!" Rod groaned. "Okay, bro, you can touch it. A little."
     I grabbed hold of Rod's dick and I felt the velvety skin, all loose
and sleek and soft. "Cool!" I breathed as I felt up and down the long shaft
of it. "It's all soft and warm and...hey, it's getting bigger!" And it was,
my brother's dong was swelling.
     "It does that when you touch it, doofus!" Rod said. "You've touched it
enough now, so stop it."
     I didn't listen, I was now pumping my hand up and down the velvet
shaft, velvet now covering hot steel, thinking it was like the handlebar of
my bicycle, if I wrapped it in a soft washcloth after it had been out in
the sun all day long. Hot iron inside a warm soft wrap.
     "Hey, Mike, stop it now." Rod said again, but the tone of his voice
was softer and he didn't make a move to stop me.
     "No." I said. "You have to do what I say. Mom said you have to do what
I say. I want to play with it, and I'm going to play with it all I want,
and you can't stop me!"
     Rod made a move to take my hand away, but he didn't finish the
motion. Just lay back and said, "All right, sport, you want to play with
it, then really play with it. You'll get a surprise for your birthday if
you keep pumping my cock like that."
     "Yeah?" I said. "What's going to happen?" I felt his cock getting even
harder, and hotter. The cockhead was all red and a sloppy clear liquid was
all over the top of it.
     "It's a surprise." Rod gasped. "Jerk it faster for me, and you'll get
a big surprise."
     "My birthday present." I said. "A big surprise! Yeah!" and I really
began to flog Rod's prick then, and Rod was groaning like mad.
     "Oh, ah, God, little brother, I'm going to shoot, I'm going to shoot!"
     "Shoot? Shoot what?" I said as my hand was a blur on his dong. "What
are you going to shoot?"
     "Out of...my dick!" Rod groaned.
     Curious, I leaned in close to his cock. What was he going to shoot out
of his dick?
     "Oh, God, here it comes! I'm coming, I'm coming, nnnnnh, nnnnh, nnnnh,
NNNNNHHH-GUHHHHH!" Rod's hand grabbed my head and held me in place as he
moaned his climax.
     And he blasted his come-load right into my face. I was looking at it
wide-eyed and open-mouthed and that first load was a hard one that sprayed
out, I got his come in my eyes and my cheeks and a big glob of it (the
biggest part, I think) went right into my mouth!
     Rod's hand held me in place, I could only see out of one eye and that
had a glob of jizz blocking part of my vision, a glob hanging onto the side
of my nose, and I saw him spray more white spunk and it got in my hair and
more on my face and neck!
     I was tasting his come and it was hot and salty and slimy...and
delicious! I leaned in closer still and he shot his last couple of wads
into my mouth, and then I fastened onto his cockhead and I sucked
blissfully on his hot glans all coated with his salty sperm, and Rod was
moaning and hunching up at me and I tasted his cock and his spunk and it
was all a wonderful, wonderful taste!
     Rod was panting heavily and he looked down at me, his chest heaving,
and he saw me still sucking his man-meat and he grinned, and this time, it
wasn't a smirk or a sneer, it was a nice, kind grin.
     "That was the surprise." he said to me, still breathing hard. "What'd
you think of it?"
     "Cool!" I said again. "You shot all that out of your dick! Mine
doesn't do that at all!"
     "It will when you get older." Rod assured me. "Man, that was
good. Well, we'd better get cleaned up and dressed again.
     I was wiping Rod's come off my face and sucking it off my fingers. Rod
got to his feet, saw me doing that, and just froze in place.
     "You like the taste of it, do you?" he asked me. "You liked sucking my
dick, huh?"
     "Yeah." I said. "I want some more of it."
     Rod's laugh was a burst of sound. "You little slut! You like my come,
do you?"
     "Yeah!" I said. "Give me some more of it. Now!" And I grabbed hold of
his cock.
     "Ow, ow, ow, hey!" he groaned. "Man, it's tender! Leave it alone!"
     "But I want some more!" I protested. "And Mom said..."
     "I got to do whatever you say." Rod finished for me. "Jesus! You sure
you wouldn't settle for me taking you to Magic Mountain instead? I could
borrow some money from my friends or something."
     "Nu-uh!" I said. "You said we could stay here all week, and that's
what we're going to do! You and me, and you got to do whatever I say. I say
come here and let me suck some more come out of your dick!"
     "Let me rest a few minutes at least!" Rod groaned. "Jeez! You're a
regular spunk-monster, aren't you?"
     "Yeah!" I agreed. "Give it here!"
     "Let me clean up and put these clothes in the washer." Rod said. "And
then how about dinner."
     "And then I get to play with your dick some more!" I agreed. "Okay."
     Rod fixed us some macaroni and cheese for supper and I ate it down in
a hurry. Then, I said, "Okay, now I want to suck your dick again."
     "Okay, you little weirdo, let's get comfortable and you can suck my
dick. Where can we go to be comfortable."
     "Let get in Mom's bedroom." I said. "She's got a nice big bed!"
     Rod considered it. "She sure does." he agreed. "Come on, let's go."
     And I grabbed his hand and led my big brother up to my mother's
bedroom. She had a green bedspread with dark green pillows, and Rod lay
down on top of that and I got in and between his legs and I stuffed his
hard-again prick into my mouth and I sucked on it. Rod guided me and before
long, I was bobbing up and down and Rod was moaning like he did before. He
kept muttering things like, "my horny little brother" and "my own private
cocksucker" and such, while one hand played with his nipple. Then he
stiffened, convulsed and with a loud groan, he shot his second load right
into my mouth. It was a big one, too, but I was expecting it this time and
I gulped it all down, hot out of his cock, just like sucking down a
milkshake, only this was salty not sweet, and hot instead of cold.
     "Oh, God, oh, God, my little brother is my little cocksucker." Rod
rambled to himself as I finished, still holding onto him. "Oh, God, we got
all week, and he can just suck me all day and all night long! Oh, yeah,
God, yeah!"
     The telephone rang, and Rod jerked, one long hand reached out and was
just long enough to grab it off the nightstand. "Hello? Oh, hi, Mom. Yeah,
Mike's right here and he's fine. Yeah, I'm taking care of him. Okay, Mom, I
know, I know, whatever he says. Okay. Okay. Okay, Mom, here he is." Rod
handed the phone to me. "She wants to talk to you."
     "Hi, Mom!" I said into the phone.
     "Hi, baby." Mom said. "Having a happy birthday? Is Rod doing what you
ask him?"
     "Oh, yeah." I said. "This is great. It's the best birthday I ever
had."
     "Well, make sure he keeps it up." Mom said.
     "Don't worry," I said. "Rod is going to do whatever I tell him the
rest of the week." And Rod grinned and chuckled at that.
     "I have to go now, but you call me if he doesn't keep doing what you
want."
     "Okay, Mom. I love you, too. Bye!" and I hung up the phone, then
looked at Rod. "Mom said to remind you that you have to do whatever I tell
you to."
     "Okay." Rod said. "Now what do you want?"
     "I want to suck your cock some more." I said.
     Rod grinned and lay back down on the bed. "Anything for the birthday
boy."

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