Birthday Dare

By: Rick Masters
(© 2014 by the author)

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Chapter 18

We decided to do the front of each other with the sunscreen first and then our backs which would give the front some time to soak in before we had to lie on it. Mike offered to go first and I lay down on beach towel facing up. At least that early morning chill had burnt off while we were cooking and eating our breakfast so that now as I lay down my body could feel the warmth of the sun and my ball bag was once again swinging freely. Mike started on my face by squirting some cream onto his hand and then using the fingers of his other hand to dip into it and transfer it to my face where he gently massaged it in. He was careful not to get any in my eyes or mouth and I was grateful for that. Mike moved down onto my neck and then did each arm and hand in turn even smearing some of the cream into my pits. When he got to my chest he seemed to slow a bit around each nipple and take a bit more time to get the cream properly worked in. The same thing happened at my navel and then he started to work on my legs.

"Haven't you forgotten something?" I asked.

"No, I don't think so. I mean I know I haven't done your feet yet, but then again I have not yet reached that part of your body." Mike answered.

"Yes, but there is a part you seem to have passed without making sure it is properly protected. And I might add that this particular part is probably one that is more susceptible to harm from the sun's rays than most of the parts you have already done." I advised and noticed that Mike had a found a clever place to hold the bottle of sunscreen - namely between his legs with his balls resting on top of the bottle.

Mike began rubbing sunscreen onto my foot and then moved his hands over to the other foot before he answered me. "Don't worry! I haven't forgotten it, I just thought I would save the best to last and I am also warming up the lotion so that it doesn't freeze you there." And with that he placed each of my heals on the very edge of the towel so that he could position himself between my legs and using more sunscreen he massaged it in with firm stroked as he moved back up my legs and dribbled sunscreen out of the bottle straight onto my hard cock and proceeded to massage it in adding a bit more when what he had applied seemed to be wearing out. Mike used his hands in a skilled fashion as he worked the cream well into my cock and then he used all ten fingers at the same time to massage it into my ball bag being very careful to roll my balls around but not squeeze them as he pulled and rubbed with his fingers on my scrotum. I think I dribbled so much prep-cum out onto my stomach that I must have watered down the sunscreen Mike had applied there and put a spot of my skin at risk of a worse burn. Mike's ministrations to my cock and balls brought me really close to coming but not quite close enough and then he declared he had finished with my front and it was his turn to get greased up.

Reluctantly I relinquished my spot on the towel and Mike lay down on it much the same as I had, except he spread his legs out from the beginning. I also started on Mike's face and moved down his torso and following his example left his best till last. But spreading the cream and massaging it in over every inch of visible skin was a great turn on and I found myself using firm strokes and then going back over the same area with a lighter stroke which had Mike emitting a constant pleasure moan and groan. Of course, like me, Mike was hard before I started and when I got to his cock and balls I had to squeeze quite tightly to get his foreskin to pull all the way back because my hands were so slick with sunscreen that they were not getting enough friction against his skin to get sufficient grip to pull the skin back and uncover the head which I felt needed to have a coating of cream also. I also copied Mike in the way he used his fingers to work the cream into my ball bag and made him groan some more as I pulled down on the skin and forced his cock to lift and point skywards instead of up his belly towards his chin. With his legs spread I also palmed the perineum and rubbed that with my full hand allowing one of my fingers to slip into his bum crack as far as I could get it with him lying on his bum. Again I worked his cock almost to orgasm, but not quite and then told him it was time to do my back.

Swapping roles once more, I knelt on the towel as I got myself positioned so that my head would not be lying in the sand beyond the edge of the towel when I lay down then I lowered my shoulders and moved my arms to cross over to form a pillow for my head and finally began to move my knees backwards to lower the rest of my body onto the towel so that I was lying flat on the ground. As I was doing this, Mike reached between my legs and grabbed my hard cock and pulled it backwards so that it pointed down between my legs to my ankles once I was lying flat. I must admit that it is not very comfortable to have your cock in this position when it is fully pumped up, but there was some madness in his method in that as he put sunscreen onto my legs he could also brush his fingers along the underside of my cock and over that supersensitive hot spot where your fraenulum attaches to your cock head. Not that he needed to do that to keep me rock solid hard, but it was nice and sent shivers through my body whenever he did it. As before he left that area of my anatomy till last and as he rubbed up my legs back to my bum cheeks he used his thumbs to part the cheeks so that he could give each bun a squeeze that had his fingers sliding along my flesh until they came together in a point. Extra protection was massaged in as he worked my glutes and ran his fingers up and down my crack ensuring that there was a good layer of cream inside the crack before he put some pressure on my pucker and eased a finger inside me. With one finger going in and out of my butt, his other hand began to play with my cock and balls some more and push me ever closer to that precipice, but before I was going to be allowed to go over it, Mike worked a second finger into my butt and found my prostate which he began to stimulate by rubbing each fingertip over it in a different direction at the same time. This coupled with what he was doing to my cock and balls was more than any full blooded male can take and I warned him that I was going to explode very soon. A split second later I was messing up the beach towel as I pumped out under a very strong orgasm millions of potential little me's. Mike continued to work his fingers in my bum and on my prostate as well as pumping my cock until I called out that he had to stop because it was too nice and I could not take it anymore.

I lay on the towel without moving for some time while I recovered from the intensity of that orgasm. But Mike wanted his turn and giving me a not to gentle whack on the bum, he told me it was time for us to swap positions. Mike got himself down on the towel a lot quicker than I had and did not give me the opportunity to pull his cock out between his legs so I decided to go for it and worked my hand under his balls and along his cock until I could get a good grip on it and pull it out between his legs as he had done mine only this time round I had to swing his cock around like the big hand on a clock forcing it to move between the towel and his body. Only then did I move up to his shoulders and begin to spread protection over them and the back of his neck. As I moved down his back I put a light coating of sunscreen over his bum but continued on down to his feet before coming back up with my hands on the inside of his legs until I reached his hard cock and balls pulled tight in the bag because of the position of his cock. I spent quite a bit of time edging his cock some more before revisiting his gluteus Maximus and the division between them and finally getting first one finger then a second and also a third finger into his bum and using all three to fuck that hole and massage his prostate while I pulled on his cock like a milkman at an udder with my other hand. Mike had been telling me for a while that it was nice and that he was getting close and then his body went rigid and I felt his prostate spasm and just seconds later his butt closed down on my fingers as the blast of jism ran up his cock under my fingers to shoot out and clear the towel to land in the sand about six inches past the edge of the towel. The rest of his shots were not quite so violent and landed on the towel adding to the mess I had left there earlier. I pulled my fingers out of his butt and lay down on top of him with my cock which had already got hard again lying in his butt crack.

Looking over his right shoulder I whispered into his ear, "Next time I want your cock in me when I cum rather than your fingers."

"Are you asking me to fuck you?" Mike asked with a bit of surprise in his voice.

"If that is what you want to call it, yes! I would prefer it if you were making love to me." I replied.

"Let me turn over, this is something we need to be able to look into each other's eyes for." Mike requested.

"Ok, hold on a moment," I said as I got up off of Mike and then began to spread out the second towel we had brought out with us. When that was straightened up, I lay down along one of the edges of it on my side and indicated to Mike that he could join me on it. Yes I know! They were bloody big towels and dad had bought them from a factory that makes the towels when he had been visiting it on some business. The towels had been made as special promotional advertising towels intended to be used as back drops in the retailer's shop windows but someone had cocked up on the numbers to be made and they had made nearly two hundred more than they needed before the cock up was discovered and the run was stopped. The joys of having a night shift working after all the bosses who make the decisions have gone home. I seem to remember that dad had managed to procure about ten of the towels for as many pounds which was a bargain he could not pass up and it meant we had towels that were about eight by five feet and which made great beach towels to lie on and hide under if we so wanted to.

Mike wasted little time moving over and turning on his side so that we were facing each other just a few inches apart.

"What were you meaning when you said that you would prefer it if I made love to you rather than fuck you?" Mike asked with a serious look on his face.

"Dogs fuck and rabbits fuck and their only purpose is to procreate and ensure the survival of their species. I think our relationship has gone further than that and I can't think of a better way to phrase it than what I said." I answered.

Mike reached out a hand and put it on my shoulder, as I looked intently at him. He opened his mouth and then closed it again and swallowed. I saw his eyes appeared to glisten and then a little pearl drop of moisture escaped out the corner and sat on the edge of his nose. He opened his mouth but no sound came out and then he gave a little throat clearing cough and opened his mouth again only to close it and swallow as another tear drop joined the one on his nose they ran down the slope of his nose as one to drip off the edge onto his cheek. It seemed like ages but was probably less than a minute before Mike was able to speak.

"Steve," he started and then there was another pause and I just stayed quiet to give him his space, dreading that he might say something which I did not want to hear, "Steve, I think you just told me the answer to the question you have been asking and we have been trying to answer."

Suddenly I had given him enough space and I blurted out, "Yes! I think I am definitely gay and I love you. Please don't hate me for that. Please continue to be my friend even if you don't want to do any more of this stuff together, please at least stay with me."

If it were possible to leap forward when lying on your side that is what would describe Mike's action as pulled me into a tight embrace and silenced my little outburst with his mouth on mine and his tongue forcing its way into my mouth to press against my tongue. He pulled his head back and through the blur of my tears I could make out that his face was wet, but I just thought it was from my tears and I started again, "Mike please tell me we can still be friends ..."

Mike put his hand over my mouth to shut me up and then almost shouted, "Yes you dolt! We can still be friends but we can be much more; we can be lovers. I think I want you as much as you want me; I love you too Steve!" and he pulled me close again and taking his hand away from my mouth he kissed me again as our tears mingled on our cheeks.

Yes we had kissed before, but now those earlier kisses seemed to be just that - a simple meeting of mouths and nothing more than what we did with some of our female friends when we greeted them. Our kiss now was very different. The physical elements were similar, but now there was a certain tenderness, a strange feeling in my chest and the tip of my cock tingled even though it was not touching anything at all except the air around it.

Added to this a feeling of calm rolled down my body from my head all the way to my toes. I swear that I could actually feel it as it moved down from muscle to muscle and bone to bone. Then this was followed by a feeling of euphoria and peace; which sounds a bit of a contradiction but there it was that intense happiness and excitement coupled with the tranquillity of knowing you have come to end of a difficult road travelled alone but are now going forward on a still difficult road but together with someone you know you can trust your life with.

How long did we stay tightly embraced and kissing? Who cares and who knows? When we pulled apart we both still had blurred vision and were at a bit of a loss as to what to do to wipe our eyes as we could not use our hands which were still coated in the sun screen we had used on each other, the towels also had to have some of the cream on them and we could not see clearly enough to know where there was no cream or sand. We pulled ourselves up into a sitting position and looked at each other and then I laughed and said, "What a right pair of chumps we are? We don't have anything to blow our noses with either." And I gave a long sniff that hopefully drew back into me the mucous that was trying to escape having been washed down by my tears.

"Let's get over to the outside shower and wash our faces under it and then try and make our way back inside to find some tissue or something." Mike suggested.

I liked that idea and agreed straight away and so we got up and picked up the towel we had been lying on and moved off to the shower. Turning our faces upwards we let the cold water wash down over our faces and then on down our bodies to get the sand we had picked up off. Then we dried a little bit with the towel and made our way inside with better vision than we had anticipated. The roll of kitchen towel soon gave us what we needed to dab at our eyes and restore our sight to what it should be.

"Next time we will remember to take a few extra supplies out with us." I said.

"Yeah that we will. Now let's grab a beer each and go back out into that lovely warm sun and talk our way through what we have just discovered so that we both know what the other wants and expects." Mike said. He clearly was the practical one in our group who kind of looked after us in that way and generally thought ahead and tried to be prepared.

To be continued...

Posted: 10/31/14