Each year my friend, Andy, takes me out to lunch for my birthday. Although I find him very attractive, and I think the feeling is mutual, we've never had sex together. My thought was it might ruin a great friendship. However, sex is often a topic of discussion between the two of us. Our lunch conversation ranges from bitching about work to guys we've dated recently.
But I missed everything Andy was talking about when I saw a gorgeous guy walk into the restaurant by himself and be escorted to a window table. He was about six feet tall, with curly black hair. long dark eyelashes, steel blue eyes, a deep brown tan and a physique that couldn't be hidden by the causal Italian clothes he was wearing. With his square jaw and neatly trimmed black mustache he looked like a male calendar model. My eyes must have lingered on him a little too long, because he sensed someone was watching him and looked over my way. Embarrassed, I quickly looked away, but not before he flashed me a beautiful white smile as his gaze returned to his menu.
Andy brought me out of my fog with "Jeff, snap out of it! You haven't heard a work I've said. I was asking you what you wanted for your birthday."
I smiled, thought for a moment and responded, "Actually, the best birthday present in the world would be the guy sitting at the table behind you. He really makes my balls sweat."
Andy glanced over his shoulder, looked back at me with a shit-eating grin and proceeded to tell me he actually knew the guy. He'd met him at a friend's party one night a couple months before. He told me the guy was gay, Italian and single. His name was Tony and he was a fireman for the city - and a really nice guy. I couldn't believe it! The man of my (wet) dreams was sitting at the next table and my best friend Andy knew him.
After finishing our salads, Andy excused himself to use the rest room, but instead he walked right over to Tony's table and started talking with him. Tony looked over, waved, got up and came over. He wished me "Happy Birthday" and said he would make it a birthday I would never forget if I didn't have plans that evening. Through my stuttering and stammering, I was able to tell him I had no plans and gave him my address.
At the agreed upon time of ten P.M. my doorbell rang and I opened the door to find my dream date with a bouquet of roses and a bottle of champagne. He walked in, set down his offerings, and began unbuttoning my shirt as he kissed me roughly. Tony led me to the couch and said he didn't think it was going to be necessary for us to go out to celebrate my birthday. Within seconds, I was totally nude, with this muscular man making love to every inch of my body. His mouth was everywhere - my ear lobes, my nipples, my balls. His tongue was suddenly fucking my right ear and it was sending shivers down my entire torso. He worked his way down to one armpit and then the other, giving each a generous bath.
As he neared my crotch, again he ignored my cock completely. Instead, he took both balls into his mouth and rolled them around and around. The sensation of his hot mouth on my nuts, and his rough five o'clock shadow on the inside of my thighs, was driving me crazy. I reached for my throbbing prick to jerk myself to some relief.