Special birthday

Spring in the city of N bloomed with lush colors: the sun shone brightly; the blue sky was clear of clouds. The leaves of the trees that grew along the edges of the road swayed in a light breeze. In one of the large private houses that were on this street, today there was a party in honor of the birthday of the youngest of its residents.

Yurka invited his school friends. There were a lot of people in the living room: someone was playing board games, someone was frying at the computer, someone was playing cakes, and someone was just talking to each other. Yurka sat in the corner and enthusiastically played chess with his girlfriend. He was the most ordinary guy, he had blue eyes and many more facial features that the author does not want to list. I hope readers will not criticize him because of such a trifle.

Yurka was sitting on the sofa, his legs crossed (it should be noted that he had beautiful long legs, aesthetically fitted with the fabric of sweatpants) and thought about his new move. Pawn, rook, or move like a queen? There is little point in a course if it does not lead to anything. A short guy with a short-disheveled haircut approached Yura and said:

— Yur, can I play your console?

- Of course, you can, Tyoma, what are you doing! Now I'll get you, come with me, - Yura quickly perked up and got up from the sofa. It became clear that he was one head taller than Tyoma. They were best friends, so Yurka could not refuse Artyom anything and vice versa.

How did they meet and why did they become friends? Who knows. It was once in elementary school; a lot of water has flown under the bridge since then. But the author can take the liberty of guessing what is going on in the minds of the characters. It seems that Tyoma liked Yura in that he is talented, smart and at the same time simple, always kind to him. Although Yura is from a wealthy family, he does not turn up his nose. It always has.

Yura noted that Artyom is a cheerful, playful, very loyal friend. Although shy, he somehow especially revealed himself with Yura. Probably, only the best friends are revealed this way. So, they were friends for many years, but after the onset of puberty, friendship with Tyoma changed. Yura matured, began to play sports, was very handsome, and girls stared at him. Tyoma, for some reason, began to avoid his friend, and when he met with his eyes, he blushed a lot and tried to hide it. Yuri didn't understand what was going on. After school, I thought about Artyom more than once and thought what was wrong with him. But still they remained best friends, although now they communicated less often.

The guys went up to the second floor and went into the birthday room. It was spacious with a large wide window and an equally large bed. Yurka began to rummage around in the boxes that stood near the closet. Soon he found a prefix and immediately gave it to Tyoma. He said "thank you" and hurried to run away, but Yura gently took him by the shoulder and stopped him.

“Tem, wait. I wanted to tell you something... You've been acting strange lately. You can tell me what happened to you, I won't tell anyone.

“Everything is fine with me,” Artyom muttered, blushed, looked down at the floor and fell silent.

- So, what happened, did I offend you with something? You know I never wanted...

Tyoma interrupted his friend, looking into his deep blue eyes, and blurted out:

"You never offended me!" You've always been good to me, you're very handsome, and smart, and, and…” He looked hot and scared.

Cutting himself off in mid-sentence, Artyom flushed, lowered his eyes, and tears accumulated on his long eyelashes. Tyoma was afraid that Yura would leave him, refuse him, turn away from him. This is the most powerful fear - to lose and so the only friend.

Silence. Hard breath. Birds sing outside the open window, leaves rustle, a light breeze from time-to-time flies into the room and splashes our heroes with spring coolness.

Yura gently hugged his friend, pressed his waist to him. Tyoma shuddered in surprise and tried to escape, but after a moment he realized that this was exactly what he wanted so much. Yurka wiped away his tears and approached for a kiss. Tyoma wrapped his arms around his friend's neck with relief and closed his eyes, filled with calmness, in which there was no longer fear.

They kissed. A long and tender kiss was the first and best for the guys. True, Tyoma had to rise on tiptoe to reach his friend's hot lips. Tyoma did not know what was done in such cases, so after the kiss he immediately knelt down and decided to do what is usually done to please his friend or, more precisely, his beloved. Yurka's tight-fitting pants appeared in front of his face, which were much more voluminous in the groin area than before. Yura understood what he was going to do and resolutely stopped Artyom.

- Are you crazy? I have a house full of guests, we can be spotted!

“So, what now?” - Tyoma said disappointedly and looked at Yurka.

- We will return, we will play as usual, and I will see the guests earlier, before my parents return from work, and we will be alone for several hours! Yura said conspiratorially.

Tyoma perked up, and sparks lit up in his eyes again, and he agreed to such a scenario.

They returned to the others. Artyom already had a prefix in his hands, and his eyes shone with happiness. Perhaps someone paid attention to this and thought that it was because of the prefix, but only they and Yura knew that she had nothing to do with it.

Yurka returned to his chess game, but his thoughts were no longer there. The opponent noticed that Yura began to play worse, but apparently did not attach any importance to this, enjoying her short triumph.

Yurka radiated happiness and was in anticipation, so he began to slowly see the guests off, referring to the fact that his parents would soon arrive, and he would still need to clean up after the party.

After he made sure that all the guests, except for his friend, had left the house, he and Tyoma hurried to retire to Yurka's room. Closing the door with a key, they stopped restraining themselves and again merged into a kiss.

Tyoma took the initiative in his own hands and touched Yurka's already hard cock, gently passed his hand over it, lowered himself to the balls, felt them through the tight fabric of his sweatpants and squeezed them slightly in his fist. Yura groaned softly at such a gesture, but did not want to stop Artyom.

 

After a few kisses, Tyoma got down on his knees and eagerly looked at Yurka's impressive boner, clearly visible through his clothes and leaving nothing to the imagination.

Artyom quickly pulled off his friend's pants, and Yurka's jewelry, covered with a narrow fabric of white shorts, appeared in front of his face. Tyoma, eyes wide open, fascinated, looked at the clearly distinguished eggs and Yurkin's erect penis. He thought a little, looked playfully at Yurka and slapped him in the balls. He twitched and yelled.

- What are you doing?! It hurts! – exclaimed.

— Oh, forgive me, Yurka! - feignedly apologized.

Artyom admitted that he likes to see athletic guys like Yura react so sharply to such light blows. He had long wanted to do this with Yura.

“Well, please, let me play with your balls, and in return I will thank you,” Artyom said coquettishly.

Yurka, shocked by such depraved behavior of his friend (which he never expected), from his dirty fantasies, unable to resist his interest, agrees.

Tyoma asks him to spread his legs and straighten his penis up so that it does not cover the balls. Now Yurka's balls stood out even more clearly, and Yura and Artyom understood this. Artyom looked at Yurka with excitement and made a trial swing of his fist. Yura bit his lip and closed his eyes, but no blow came.

- Are you so afraid?

- Yes, it hurts, so you understand!

Tyoma wants Yurka to undress completely, leaving only his underwear.

Yura reluctantly agrees. He takes off his pants, jacket with a T-shirt and remains in his shorts. He has a very hot figure: a prominent torso and broad shoulders, narrow hips, juicy buttocks and long legs, which Tyoma urged to place wider so that it would be more convenient for him to beat Yurka's testicles. Yura obediently agreed and spread his legs. Artyom swung his leg and made a blow. He hit right on the balls. Yurka gasped and leaned over, his hands reached for his groin, and his knees bent, but Tyoma forbade him to do this.

- This is very painful! Yuri complained.

“Then why do you have a huge hard-on if it hurts so much?” Artyom retorted with a sneer.

Yura bashfully kept silent, again dutifully spread his legs and put his hands behind his back.

This time, Tyoma was not so cruel, he decided to punch. He sat down again and began to quickly beat Yurka's balls with his refined fists. He bit his lip in pain, but did not bring his knees together.

“Good girl, keep it up,” Tyoma praised, smiling broadly.

Yura was shocked at how such a shy person could have such dirty fantasies. But what surprised him even more was that he apparently liked it too.

Yuru was pulled out of his thoughts by a new series of quick blows, after which he groaned painfully. He felt how his balls gave off heat and became the epicenter of all sensations. But Yurka tried not to bring his knees down and stand still.

Tyoma stood up and clung to Yurka's lips, and then began to stroke his developed body with his hands, stopped on the nipples and decided to tease them with his long fingers. Yurka groaned with pleasure.

They moved to the bed. Tyoma also removed everything superfluous from himself. He was not as athletic as Yurka, but he took the liberty of riding him. Previously, Yura could not imagine that someday he would voluntarily allow his friend to beat him in the balls, and in general would lie under him on the bed in his shorts. And now it's reality. Pleasant reality.

Tyoma interrupted Yura's thoughts and lowered his knee on the balls protruding from Yura's shorts, pressing them into his thigh and slowly crushing them. Yurka opened his eyes wide; his breathing became erratic. He felt the pressure build up, saw Temin's smile and the hard-on proudly looking in his direction, and seemed ready to break his master's black swimming trunks. Yura began to moan softly and asked Tyoma to stop:

“Please stop, my balls are about to burst!!

Yurkin's riser was made of stone all this time. But now he didn't think about it.

Tyoma removed his knee, which was a great relief for Yurka, and began to gently massage his penis. Artyom pulled off his friend's underpants and admired his impressive size. He hesitated for a moment, and then bent down and stuck his mouth on Yurka's boner. Yura closed his blue eyes and groaned softly. The room was filled with obscene sounds.

       Tyoma diligently moved his head, from time to time glancing at the reaction of his friend. Yura was in seventh heaven and was swimming in an ocean of pleasure, when suddenly Artyom took his balls in both hands and unceremoniously squeezed them, pressing his thumbs into them. A new, to put it mildly, unusual “note” for Yura was added to the cocktail of pleasure.

“The closer you get to orgasm, the harder I will squeeze your balls. Do you agree? Tim suggested playfully.

It was impossible to refuse. Yura was ready to endure for the sake of pleasure, and therefore nodded his head.

Tyoma was very happy with this decision and continued to work hard and please his best friend. His fingers squeezed Yura's testicles more and more, and obscene sounds became more frequent. Yura breathed more and more often, sweet moans escaped from his chest, blue eyes looked lovingly at his friend, who, apparently, was already more than a friend. When the eyes of Tyoma and Yura crossed, they exchanged sparks and smiles. True, Tyoma could not smile with all his teeth, because his mouth was busy.

Yura was close to orgasm, his body tensed, and sweet moans became more frequent. Tyoma saw this and picked up the pace. He pressed his fingers into Yurka's poor balls, crushing them and squeezing all the juice out of them.

- Ahhhh! Yura screamed. It was somewhere between an animal growl and a moan of pleasure.

Yurkin's member began to splash out sperm, and Tyoma dutifully accepted all her portions. A white trickle flowed from his mouth. There was a lot of sperm. Not surprisingly, Yura was a healthy, tall and strong stallion, but Tyomina's work with her friend's balls also gave its result. Artyom swallowed his portion and depravedly licked his lips, smiling and quite watching the reaction of Yurka, stunned by such a gesture. Artyom's black swimming trunks were still torn apart by an iron riser, longing for detente. Yura noticed this and wanted to help his friend, but he, still sitting astride Yurka, took out his instrument himself, made several frictions, fucking his fist, and with a depraved groan finished no less plentifully on his friend. Several jets hit Yurkino's face, which, however, did not embarrass him at all. They lay down together. Tyoma took out napkins and began to gently wipe Yurka.

Words were unnecessary here. Artyom smiled, gently embracing and clinging to the hot body of his best friend. It's probably a fairy tale. And what was in Yura's head? Who knows. His chest heaved high, and his peaceful gaze was directed out the window. Now he felt good.

It was spring outside. The birds sang as usual, but then this tune was special, at least for two friends. Special rustle of leaves. Native light breeze.

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Thanks for reading! The author is Mykola Kuznets. I will be glad for your feedback. Write here or email - [email protected]. Sorry if there were any mistakes. I translated this story through google translator 😅

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