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| NICKY AND RICHEY CELEBRATE A BIRTHDAY by JDB Nicky stared at the glorious vision that appeared in the bedroom doorway of their tiny flat. Richey was pouting with pride, clad in a see through gold and red posing pouch, fixed to his hips with golden ribbon, the threads of which dangled provocatively on his milky thighs. “Well it is your birthday,” Richey gushed, strutting toward the enthralled birthday boy. “Deserves a little more than records and books don’t you think?” Nicky couldn’t think. Well not beyond ripping the darned flimsy underwear off Richey and claiming his prize…erm…gift. His swimming blue eyes had hazed over with lust. Watching his lover pose so provocatively in such erotic clothing was too much for anyone to endure, and his strength of character at refusing Richey was pathetically low at the best of times. “I’ve been going crazy, wanting to parade for you but your parents wouldn’t take my hints and bloody go home!” Richey grinned naughtily, his eyes sparkling with devilment and desire. “See, I do listen to what you say Wire.” Nicky was stunned; Richey was always surprising him. “Rich, I…I…” blustered Nicky. “Wait there and you will be rewarded.” Richey sniggered evilly, then sashayed to the stereo. “I prepared some music for us.” Nicky heard the soft strains of Moroccan music swirling over him. He closed his eyes, relaxing, enjoying the evocative rhythm then could smell a wondrous heady, intoxicating and erotic scent wafting around the room. He had to open his eyes. Richey had lit incense sticks and oil burners, drawn the curtains and was starting to light a plethora of scented tea lights. “Richey…” “Shush,” he moaned lighting another tealight, “the ambience has to be perfect; like you.” Nicky blushed; his groin was aching not to mention growing at a rate of knots. Richey had always been capable of romanticism but this was more than he could have ever anticipated. “Richey…” Nicky muttered with closed eyes. “Shush…I have more planned. Keep those eyes closed Wire. You are in for one hell of a treat.” Nicky didn’t know if he was going to die with excitement, frustration or desire. Richey then disappeared, wafting his arms around enigmatically, only to reappear with several flimsy, see through chiffon veils covering his body. “Let the fun begin!” he proclaimed, commencing a belly dance. “Erm…do you think you should turn out the lights love? You were the one talking about ambience and things being perfect.” Richey grinned. “Quite right! Fancy forgetting such a basic thing.” He ran around their home turning off the various lamps until the place was aglow with flickering candle light. “Much more romantic!” To hell with romance, thought Nicky, his eyes drawn to the growing bulge of Richey’s crotch that was softly shielded by several layers of chiffon. I want to rip those off and shag you. You must be so big for me to notice through the camouflage of floaty chiffon. Richey sniggered, thrilled that his entertainment was having the desired affect. The lessons had paid off in spectacular fashion. He had been surprised to discover that he actually had so much rhythm but Moroccan music brought out his provocative nature. He had found his calling. Long arms reached out, as the swirling delicate fronds of material grew closer, causing a slight breeze. As wonderful it was seeing Richey having so much fun, Nicky was fast growing uncomfortable. Already he had undone the top button of his jeans, then, still feeling the pinch; he had slid the zip down. He still ached. His firm throbbing dick leaking precum. He could see it glistening in the light from the dancing flames; he could smell it. With an evil grin Richey straddled Nicky’s long, twitching legs then lowered his body down until the flimsy material was tickling the bare skin that Nicky had now exposed to give his dick more freedom. His dancing became more provocative, making Nicky hiss when the sheer silk stroked his throbbing manhood. When Richey moved a little more, his covered, hard, throbbing erection teasingly making contact with Nicky’s nakedness, Nicky gulped down air, his eyes bulging in frustration. “Uh uh Wire,” whispered Richey, tapping his lover’s hands. “No touching. If you cum, you cum. It doesn’t matter, I’ll just have to lick it all away to clean you up won’t I?” Nicky closed his eyes and tried to think of something to reduce the intense desire he was feeling, after all, it wouldn’t be fair for him to cum so quickly when Richey had gone to such lengths to surprise him. He tried to concentrate on the next lines for the song he was writing but the glorious vision of a near naked Richey; brown eyes shining full of joy and yearning invaded his mind. Then there was that glorious bulge so tantalising half-hidden from view, serving to make his imagination run riot with a myriad of utterly dirty thoughts. It was no good, he knew he couldn’t hold back for very much longer. “You don’t like watching Nicky?” enquired Richey, the soft swathes of fabric gently whooshing as he continued his own special lap dance. “Or are you getting too turned on? Perhaps I ought to start removing the chiffon or would that be too much for you?” Nicky groaned. Richey cackled evilly, enjoying having his lover at his mercy. Once again he ground down on to Nicky’s throbbing erection, writhing back up forth the shaft until Nicky began panting and threw his head back. With a feral grunt Nicky’s body stiffened and he came, Richey continuing his movements for a few more moments until he was satisfied that Nicky was done. “Happy birthday,” Richey grinned kissing his sated lover passionately. “Now, let me clean you up!” He winked mischievously and knelt down in front of a still panting Nicky, the globules of cum enticing him. The night was yet young. <<< Miscellaneous |