Caden&Nicolas and Blake&Ben - Birthday Surprise - 1 - Sex Stories

Caden&Nicolas and Blake&Ben - Birthday Surprise - 1

Introducing to you, a take of two boys in love, and the two boys they've come to love as best friends, coming together in Nyx's honor. Thank you to the ever beautiful writer, StudioXPS, for taking a chance on my boys when I had given up on them, taking the time to love them as I do, to get to know them as I do, for breathing life into them again. You are simply amazing, and I thank god that you and I have become fast friends. :) Here it is, enjoy! __________________________________________________________________________________________ -CADEN RAY SMITH- Purple icing is smeared on his lips, up his cheek, and he giggles uncontrollably. "Fuck you," he screams at me as he wipes it off with his fingers, then he holds them out. "Clean me, bitch!" I pull his hand to my mouth, my tongue sucking them in as I lick the icing off. It's straight up vanilla bean frosting, his favorite. Nyx loves anything vanilla. I watch him lick his bottom lip, once over one ring and then across the other. That's all he wanted for his birthday. Well, the piercing and a tattoo. He's nineteen now, and his parents didn't care. "Just as long as he's happy," his father said to us and gave his son a hug. "Besides, he lives with you. We can't stop it." Kissing his face, I clean the rest of the icing off. I lick him like a dog would his human and he shoves me away. "Okay, fuck! I give, I give!" "Happy birthday," I say to him, and bend him backwards over on the bed. Mom's still asleep, and Dad snuck out early ...

... for a birthday surprise I've planned for my boy. Down the hall you can hear cartoons blaring from Carson's room. He's ten now, too. Everyone's growing up. I can't help but give him what I want. Within seconds, no questions asked, I'm between his legs, yanking down loose boxers he wore to sleep. The tattoo on his hip, two stars with our initials, CS&NS, peaks at me and I press my lips against, one hand curling softly around his cock still lying limp on his skin. Nicolas doesn't protest. And he doesn't roar to life immediately as I begin to stroke him. He likes to take it nice and slow now, make it last. I kiss him where thigh meets groin on one side, switch my hands on his cock to kiss the other. He shuffles his feet until the boxers fall in a crumpled heap on the floor. I look up at him sitting back on his elbow, a white t-shirt far too big on his body, his hat perched perfectly on his head. He wears that hat everywhere we go. And he takes perfect care of it. It looks just as brand new as it did when Blake Foster, our friend from Missouri, gave it to him New Year’s eve. The only time he's detached from it is when we make love. And he still doesn't let me touch it. But he looks so goddamned good in it, especially with his spider bites now. I can't help but be enamored by his beauty. I'll let him wear it this one time. Pulling down on his skin I reveal his head that, like his face, seems to smile at me. I pluck it with my lips and he gasps. He always gasps, like it's the first ...