On the morning after I turned 21, I woke up, wearing only my pink cotton panties, still slightly hungover in an unfamiliarly large Cal King bed, next to Dan, my 55 year old boyfriend. We celebrated the night before with some champagne and birthday sex, followed by more champagne and more sex. My phone showed 9:14 a.m but it was still dark in the room thanks to the luxurious blinds covering the windows of the Paris Las Vegas suite. Dan was already awake by this time and he performed the duties of my alarm clock by gently petting my soft thighs and making circular motions around my hairless pubic areas. Prior to this surprise birthday trip, I had gotten my legs and underarms waxed professionally and I had plucked out all my pubic hairs so I didn't have to worry about unwanted stubbles or ingrown hairs on my body in the morning. Still half asleep, I closed my eyes and cherished how nice it was to wake up next to my first lover, who had accepted me for the effeminate, insecure and inexperienced gay young man that I was, on my 21st birthday weekend.
Dan got out of bed and went into our luggage and pulled out a small box with a ribbon on it. He rolled the blinds up and the bright, morning desert sun reminded me that I wasn't at home, back in San Francisco, where fog was the typical scenery in the summer mornings. The night before, Danny gave me my first butt plug and we had some fun with it before we transitioned to steamy, sensual anal sex. For me, sex represented the ultimate gift from Dan. It was what I yearned for the most and being able to share my body with him, and only him, made me feel so loved and feminine. For the three years that we dated, he was always the top and I was the bottom; just one of many reasons I felt we were a perfect match, like two perfectly fitting puzzle pieces that connected to one another, both emotionally and physically.
Dan walked back to the bed, rested the box with the ribbon next to me and said, "I have another present for you. You can open it after we shower, ok?"
"Oh my gosh, I love you Danny," I replied, feeling overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness and generousness.
The shower in our suite was separate from the main bathroom and it was plenty large enough for the two of us. I rolled out of bed, brushed my teeth and joined my boyfriend who was already naked and under a stream of hot water. Once we were together in the shower, he used his little rubber pump device to clean me thoroughly inside my ass. Once in a while he would stick a finger in there with some soap and we would kiss as we embraced each others' wet bodies.
"I feel your heartbeat, Jamie," he said to me as he gently massaged my prostate from behind. His other arm wrapped around my neck and he pulled me closer to his body, my back coming into full contact with his hairy chest.
"It's beating for you, baby," I replied as I turned my head around and stared into his green eyes. We slowly closed our eyes and kissed under the shower stream, occasionally letting our tongues get tangled. His middle finger gently massaged the inner linings of my pussy.
I could feel his dick was getting hard again and I began to moan into his mouth. I have a soft spot for kissing and Dan knew that it was a sure way to get me in the mood for sex. I grew a small erection again also, and Dan probably thought it was because of his finger in my pussy, but it was actually because of his passionate kisses.
After a few minutes, he pulled his soapy fingers out of my butt and we stepped out of the shower together, helping each other dry off with fresh hotel towels. He draped the towel around my shoulders and began to stroke my clitty. That was what Danny called my penis and I didn't mind. If anybody else had called it that, I would have taken offense, but with Danny, it made me want to snuggle up in his muscular arms. He just had a way to make me feel so feminine.
"What was your favorite part about your 21st birthday, cutie pie?", Dan asked me as he continued to play with my cock. He picked me up by my hairless armpits and carried me to the bed. He lay me on my back on the edge of the bed and spread my thighs apart, lifting them into the air and sunk his lips onto my anus. I could feel his tongue making circular motions around my opening as he continued to make out with my most intimate areas.
"So, what was your favorite part about last night?"
He went right back to penetrating me with his tongue after he asked me that question, making all kinds of squishy sounds with his mouth.
The night of my birthday remains in my memory, like how we remember dreams, in fragments, with uncertainty of what exactly transpired and in what order. We had flown in from San Francisco in the afternoon and Dan gave me a cute butt plug and a bracelet as a present in our hotel room upon arrival. We had sex almost right away and then Dan gave me a molly pill for round two. That's what he called it, but I honestly didn't know what I was ingesting. I did trust my boyfriend with all my heart and I was excited about all the things we would be doing together for my 21st birthday, so I swallowed the capsule without hesitation. Dan took one too, along with his regular Cialis dose. He was a handsome 55 and while his muscular, burly body might've made him look sexually fit, he told me he needed ED support to keep up with a young bottom like me. I definitely noticed a difference in the size of his erection and his stamina when he took those supplements.
The effects of my pill started taking effect shortly after and I remember my body feeling warm and sensitive all over. I remember wanting to hug my boyfriend and be in his arms. Hugs turned to kisses, kisses into blowjobs, and soon after I was getting fucked in my dream state as minutes turned into hours. Every now and then, Dan would take a break from having sex to give me a full body massage with oil and it was the best feeling in the world. My eyes rolled back as my body went into an orgasmic state, full of energy and feeling weak at the same time. As I closed my eyes to take it all in, I could feel his penis enter my body once again, pumping me with his love. The molly had made my dick too small to stroke but I think I had several anal orgasms. He asked me where I wanted to receive my birthday cum and almost instinctively I told him I wanted it in my mouth. We kissed some more and the next thing I knew, I had my Danny's cock in my mouth as he was shooting sperm down my throat. It was the first time I swallowed him after sex and he seemed to like it. It wasn't anything I had planned on doing. I was just so turned on in that moment and I wanted to show Dan that I would do anything for him. We cuddled, naked the rest of the night as the molly wore off and we dozed off to sleep.
"I think my favorite part about last night was when you squirted spermy stuff in my mouth babe," I said, as Dan continued to make out with my pussy. He kissed my tiny erection with his sweet lips and began to rotate his tongue around the tip, while taking my penis all the way in his mouth. His hands rested on my tummy, right above my butterfly tattoo on my waistline and he began to give me a blowjob, slow at first and gradually faster, eventually bobbing up and down to full speed, matching the rhythm of my accelerating heartbeat. My breathing turned into feminine moans with every exhale. I was close to orgasm. I reached for Danny's hand below my belly button and guided his index finger to my mouth. His finger extended straight like a small penis and I put it into my mouth and began to suck on it. That was our secret signal of letting him know that I was about to cum. We had done this before in a tent during camping, where I couldn't make much noise. He recognized it right away and maintained his pace as I tensed up and exploded into my boyfriend's mouth. Danny always swallowed my cum from day one and this time was no different.
"It was my favorite part of last night too, cutie pie. But tonight I want to squirt inside your tummy," Dan said to me as he helped me sit upright on the edge of the bed. "I want to put my babies inside of you tonight, Jamie."
