Ryan: I need to getgoing.
I talked to Russell before bed about his upcoming birthday. He warned me off from buying him anything or arranging any form of aparty.
“Really, you don’t want a party? I bet a birthday party at the popular Russell Moore residence could be pretty badass,” Icoaxed.
“Ryan, I’m well past the point in my life where I hope for a party with balloons and cake. I’d had my fair share of wild parties in mylife.”
“Well, what do you like to do for your birthday?” I innocentlyasked.
“Honestly, Ryan, just time with my few close friends. I would love to see you on mybirthday.”
Hearing him say that made me feel the best that I had all night. I no longer worried about the present of the cock ring or finding him the best gift. He just wanted to spend time with me. Justme.
“That makes me happy. How about I come over, let you beat on me, and then I’ll take you to dinner?” Ioffered.
Russell laughed into the phone andagreed.
I had ordered rush shipping and received the cock ring the day before his birthday. I stared at the card section at the store forever. There were far too many options to keep any man sane. There were birthday cards for him, birthday cards for special milestones, romantic birthday, blank birthday cards, general birthday, funny birthday, and it went on and on. I just wanted a fucking birthday card. After spending way too much time in the card section, I decided on one that had a general happy birthday greeting on the outside and was blank inside. I could writesomething.
After I wrapped the cock ring in some tissue paper that I miraculously had saved from Christmas, I sat down with the pen to write in his birthday card. I started with “Happy Birthday, Russell!” Then stared at it for a while and into the evening. It finally came to me as I got ready for bed. I raced to the kitchen table to finish thecard.
“Thank you for taking my holes away,” I said out loud as I wroteit.
It was perfect. I thought of it for the sheets he replaced to be funny, but also for filling in so many voids. He made many of the holes in my heart ache less. The other innuendo that I hadn’t drawn attention to in that phrase was my physical hole. I had already let him invade me with his fingers; and liked it. I felt as though the other could eventually happen, but I wasn’t feeling too confident about being a worthy partner for him in that aspect. But I was determined that I could give him a blow job without issue on his birthday; I wantedto.
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Isetmy alarm to go off at 4:00 a.m. Russell was a morning person, and was always up early to jog, followed by a swim. 4:00 a.m. was early for me, but today was his birthday. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and opened up our textstring.
Ryan: Happy Birthday Russell! Here’s the video to one of my favorite songs right now. It makes me think of you each time I hearit.
I pasted the link to the video for Martin Garrix’s song, High On Life, and as I hit send, he sent me back his text. I laughed and shook my head.I knew you’d beup.
Russell: Thank you, Ryan. You’ve already made my day, my boy. Now, even though it’s my birthday, you’re not dismissed from telling me something that you like about yourself. So let’s haveit.
Ryan: I like that I have you in mylife.
Technically, it wasn’t something about myself, but I felt it was worth sayingtoday.
Russell: Clever, my boy. I’ll take it today. Thank you for the birthday text and the song. I will listen to it on my jog this morning. I’ll see you in a littlewhile.
I clutched the card, and tissue paper wrapped present in my hand as he pressed his body against mine in the entryway that afternoon. His hand firmly held a handful of my hair to hold me still. The forearm from his other arm pushed me back against his door, while his hand that splayed across my chest gripped my muscle tightly. His hips pinned me in place as his mouth demanded control. With my free hand, I gripped the side of his shirt and gladly accepted all that he wanted to give tome.
I could feel his hard-on through his pants against mine, and I pushed my groin forward slightly to feel the thickness of it against me. The movement of our tongues intensified, and my hand grappled at the hem of his shirt. I wanted to touch him; I needed to touch him. My hand rubbed against his firm skin from his waist, around to his stomach and then up to his chest. While Russell’s tongue stroked mine, the pad of my thumb moved over his nipple. A satisfied, content growl rumbled from his chest, and it caused me to laugh against his mouth. He slowly pulled his face back and playfully tugged on myhair.
“What are you laughing about,Ryan?”
“Don’t take this the wrong way,” I started. He raised one of his eyebrows at me. “Sometimes you make some funny noises. Like an animal in the woods,” Iteased.
He grinned and shook his head atme.
“You have no idea, my boy. You bring out the animal inme.”
His compliment made me feel great, but I looked down to hide my cheeks. They felt warm, and I knew they’d embarrass me. Russell tilted my chin up and pressed his lips against mine. This time it was much softer than our initial make outfrenzy.
“Don’t hide from me, my boy.” He winked at me and then tapped the card and present. “What’s all ofthis?”
I proudly held it out tohim.
