Birthday Fun

The birthday boy and his husband shared a quick shower before leaving. Darryl was under one of the two overhead square rain shower heads, rinsing the conditioner and soap from his hair and body. He gasped, closed his eyes, and moaned in pleasure as Cory’s lips wrapped around his semi-hard cock.

“Babe, ya know Trent’s waiting for us,” he said while gently massaging the scalp under his mate’s drenched locks.

Cory paused, looked up at his slightly older husband, and said, “I know, babe. That’s what makes this all the more fun. I’m sure he’s had his fair share of shower quickies with Lea. Besides, what good’s a birthday if the birthday boy’s not fully satisfied and pampered?”

Darryl offered no further objections and let the fun continue. He squirmed and softly giggled when fingertips lightly tickled and stroked his hanging ball sack while his lover put his expert lips and tongue to work and tilted his head back out of the shower head’s range. His low, breathy groans filled the stall as his back pressed against the green and white diamond wall tiles.

After so many years of giving blow jobs to his man, Cory’s gag reflex was almost nonexistent as he breathed through his nostrils so the generously sized endowment would slide back and forth along his warm tongue and partly down his throat. He reached around to Darryl’s ass and lightly tickled up and down the wet walls of the plump rear end. “Turn around, my love,” he raspily said.

Darryl was quick to comply. His knees bent as his pelvis lurched forward before he steadied himself by pressing his palms on the walls when he was rewarded with his husband’s tongue sliding up and down his almost hairless ass and circling the hole. “Oh fuck, Cory. Your tongue is amazingly talented,” he moaned.

Cory used enough frothy spit to coat his manhood and Darryl’s ass as he used two fingers, then three, to gently get his mate ready for entry. As soon as the slightly shorter man nodded, his head slowly entered the hungry crevice. The sound of male satisfaction and slapping skin filled the bathroom.

The two bodies moved back and forth in a thoroughly rehearsed love-making dance. Fingers pressed into, massaged, and rubbed up and down warm flesh while two sets of teeth gently nibbled on exposed necks. Despite knowing their brother was downstairs, neither Darryl nor Cory wanted to rush their physical, spiritual, and mental bonding time. They never thought of or referred to sex as a way to get instant pleasure or fucking. The shared experience was powerful, sacred, and treated with respect.

“I want to swallow your seed,” Darryl said. He got to his knees and wrapped his lips around the twitching leaky cock, and sucked it dry. He panted, and his legs quivered. “If you want mine, you’d better hurry, babe, because I’m about to shoot and lose my strength to stand.”

Cory didn’t waste a second and moved faster than The Flash, getting to the shaking shaft pointing at him. He eagerly swallowed every drop that his love created before their butts landed on the floor of the stall.

“I love you, Cory,” Darryl said with his arms wrapped around his blonde-haired husband.

“I love you more, babe.”

The men quickly cleaned themselves, dried off, and got dressed. Cory wore a blue and purple Speedo under his tan khaki cargo shorts. He grabbed a pink sleeveless shirt, slipped on a pair of white athletic ankle socks, and pulled on his slip-on black sneakers. Darryl wore a green and black Speedo under his green khaki cargo shorts and a grey sleeveless shirt, put on a pair of grey and red striped athletic ankle socks, and slid his feet into his grey and white sneakers. They threw an extra pair of shorts and shirts into a shared gym bag and headed downstairs.

“Hey, where is every...” Darryl started to ask just before two slender but muscular teenage bodies tackled him to the floor.

“Happy Birthday, Uncle Darry,” the boys hollered.

Brown-haired, brown-eyed, fifteen-year-old Thomas Jeffery, nicknamed TJ, was the shorter version of Trent. He was five-eight, one-hundred-thirty pounds of lean muscle with size nine feet. Dirty-blonde-haired, hazel-eyed, fourteen-year-old Jeremy Theodore, nicknamed JT, looked like Lea. He was five-seven, one-hundred-twenty pounds, with a swimmer’s build and size eight-and-a-half feet.

Darryl and his nephews laughed and rolled around on the floor until the younger pair got their uncle pinned down. He struggled and howled with laughter when the teens tickled him until he admitted they were the awesomest nephews in the galaxy.

“We got you, Unc,” TJ exclaimed as he and his brother hugged and kissed their defeated uncle.

“We love you, Unc,” JT said.

“Damn, you boys are getting big and strong,” Darryl acknowledged.

The teens yelped when their uncle managed to turn them onto their stomachs and pinned them. The trapped pair’s still-maturing boyish laughter flowed from them as they squirmed and kicked when Darryl and Cory tickled their sides and hips. “No fair, Uncles,” they shrieked. “We won.”

Cory chuckled and said, “This is your prize.”

The ticklish brothers’ laughter became shrill squeals and screeches when the socks were pulled from their feet, and their uncles tickle attacked the upturned, wrinkled, bare soles.

“Ah, there’s nothing like the laughter from happy and ticklish boys,” Trent commented as he chuckled and watched the playful scene.

“We give... Uncle,” the boys squealed."

The tickling ceased, and they shared a loving family hug.

“That was awesome, Uncles,” TJ exclaimed as he giggled and kissed the two men.

“Yeah, we’ve got the best Uncles and Dad,” JT said, mirroring his older brother.

“Eh, don’t burn the place down. I love you two clowns,” Trent said as he got one last hug and kiss from his boys before leaving.

“Love you, Dad. We’ll be good,” the brothers said before closing and locking the front door.

Darryl’s eyes widened when he saw the mint condition, shiny, dark blue Nineteen-Sixty-Eight four-seater Cadillac DeVille convertible with white wall tires in the driveway. “No fuckin’ way,” he almost hollered. “Mama and Pop lent you Grandpa’s Caddy?”

Trent doubled over laughing at the reaction. When he was able to, he said, “Nope, they let me drive YOUR Cadillac over here.”

Darryl and Cory were wide-eyed and open-mouthed.

The youngest of the trio shook his head and giggled while placing his index and middle fingers under their chins and gently closing the two mouths. “Mama and Pop told me that Grandpa put it in his Will that he wanted you to have his prized convertible on your fortieth birthday because that’s when he got his first Cadillac,” he said.

When the power of speech finally returned to him, all Cory could say was, “Wow!”

“Here’s the keys, bro.”

Darryl caught the keys his brother tossed at him and stared unbelieving at the metal objects. When the disbelief of the incredibly sentimental gift slowly dissipated, the brunette forty-year-old suddenly jumped up and down, whooping and hollering like he was the same age as his nephews, who were watching from the living room window. He jumped into the driver’s seat while Trent crawled into the backseat and Cory rode shotgun.

The energy and happiness that radiated from the amusement park were infectious. The owners and operators of the park seemed to have created the fabled fountain of youth with their family-oriented place of fun and frivolity because it carried the visitors back to their youth and erased all the worries and cares that come with adulthood.

Cory was in awe of his brother and husband, who he swore looked younger when he saw the childlike smiles and expressions on their faces.

“C’mon, guys. Let’s go have fun,” Trent cried out.

Darryl and Cory grinned when their childlike brother launched himself out of the backseat of the vehicle the second it pulled into the parking spot and before the top was raised.

“We’re coming, kid,” Cory said, giggling.

“Yeah, please don’t wet yourself,” Darryl teased.

Trent playfully growled as he grabbed his older brothers in a one-armed choke hold and kissed the tops of their heads. He cackled and squirmed because of the double-sided tickle attack that his vulnerable sides were under. Cory and Darryl chuckled and watched the younger man jump from side to side like a cricket while wildly laughing and protesting the playful assault.

“Had enough, bro,” Cory asked.

“Uncle,” Trent squealed.

Darryl smiled and wrapped his arms around his brother, bear-hugging the brunette and lifting him slightly off the ground. “Good to know I can still do that,” he said, chuckling.

“Cory, your husband needs a whipping,” Trent childishly whined.

“Nah, he’d get too turned on, which would turn me on, and we’re too old to be that sexy in public,” Cory responded before laughing.

“Not to mention, there’s innocent children around who should learn about sex stuff from the magazines like we did,” Trent joked. He giggled and dodged the attempted head slaps of his brothers.

Two and a half hours later, the trio returned to the car, sweaty, laughing, and energetic. Darryl started the DeVille, and the guys commented on the soft purring of the antique vehicle’s powerful engine.

“Let’s go to Crescent Moon for lunch. Their barbecue bacon cheeseburgers are awesome,” Cory suggested.

“That’s an excellent idea, babe,” Darryl exclaimed. He turned onto the highway and loved the feeling of the wind blowing through his hair.

“Man, I can’t believe you screamed like a girl when it was your turn at the bungee jump,” Trent said, teasing Cory, who was, until that day, a bungee jumping virgin.

“Hey, I didn’t scream like a girl,” Cory protested. "I screamed in a very manly, high-pitched tone, thank you very much,' he punctuated his statement with a blown raspberry. He flipped the other two occupants the bird when they howled with laughter.

After lunch, they went to the spa, where they giggled, squealed, and squirmed through their pedicures, Trent’s feet were the most ticklish, and Darryl’s and Cory’s feet ran almost too close to call second. They returned to the house, and the older pair gasped and were amazed at how clean TJ and JT got the place. Not having much time to get to the restaurant for the family birthday dinner, the three guys shared what turned out to be a very ticklish and giggly shower as they splashed and tickled each other, acting like little kids.

The first thing Darryl did after walking into his family’s establishment was thank his parents for the DeVille as he gave them his most loving bear hug. The celebratory evening was magical, thanks to the delicious food, flowing wine, and the presence of Darryl’s loving family. He blushed and hid his face in his husband’s chest when pictures of him throughout the years were shown as a slideshow on the big screen TV over the bar. Cory pulled him onto the makeshift dance floor, and they danced to the instrumental jazz playing over the speakers.

Before bringing out the cake, Trent got everyone’s attention. “Eh, settle down there, you’s bums,” he yelled out.

“Trenton Giuseppe Martin, if you don’t speak properly, I’m putting you over my knee,” Lorraine Martin, his and Darryl’s mother, hollered from the kitchen.

“Sorry, Mama,” the brunette said, hanging his head while the family erupted with boisterous laughter.

“I wrote a poem for my brother’s birthday.”

“Oh, shit,” Darryl exclaimed.

“Darry, watch your language. You’re not too old for me to tan your hide,” Lorraine admonished before giggling.

“Sorry, Ma,” Darryl said, grinning.

“Nah-nah,” Trent teased and blew a raspberry at his brother. “Here’s my poem,” he cleared his throat. “Today, my brother turned forty. Thank God he’s not wrinkled, and his face isn’t worty. However, this poem would be awesome if his name were Morty. The end.”

Darryl got up, grabbed his brother, and tickled him as the younger brunette screeched and writhed while falling to his knees. “I love you, ya big goofball,” he said before kissing Trent’s cheek.

“Hope you’re not too tired out for this weekend, babe,” Cory said as he crawled into bed.

“Why?”

“Not tellin’ you’ll have to wait and see.”

The room filled with Cory’s squealing laughter as Darryl tied him to the bed and tickled him before they made love.

The End