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About Halloween Birthday

by Sean Michael
13 pages / 3400 words
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Mike loves Halloween, mainly because it's his birthday and his coach and lover, Jessy, lets him have whatever he wants. He can eat anything he likes, watch whatever movie he picks or go to any restaurant he's craving. What Mike really wants is Jessy, and the games they play together seem like the perfect thing for a Halloween night at home. See how the Personal Best boys spend the spookiest holiday!

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Happy birthday to him. Happy birthday to him.

Mike bounced into the house, still dripping from the pool. Having a Halloween birthday rocked.

"I want greasy burgers and chili fries and a two-liter of Dr. Pepper and a Snickers bar!" He rummaged through the fridge for a snack, grabbing some cut-up apples and heading for the peanut butter.

He knew the rules. He lived for the rules. Especially the 'no rules on your birthday' rule.

"And people in hell want ice water, baby." Jessy came out of the office and snagged an apple slice.

"Mine." He swatted Jessy's hand. "Are there any almonds? It's my birthday, you know. Anything I want. Dude... chocolate sundaes."

"It's your birthday?" Jessy reached for the almonds at the top of the cupboard and handed them over. Then Jessy's hand slid over his belly in an almost absent caress. "Why didn't anyone tell me?"

"Right. Like I haven't been dropping heavy-duty hints. Thanks, Coach." He munched happily, the fruit and nuts just what he needed. "Man, I was rocking the butterfly today. Did you see?"

"I did. I swear you get faster all the time." Jessy looped his arms around Mike's middle, smile warm and happy.

He grabbed another handful of nuts and leaned hard. "It feels good."

"It looks good." Jessy's fingers were so warm on his skin, tracing down his abs, moving to stroke his hips. "I made reservations for us at the Steakhouse, but if you really want greasy hamburgers and chili fries, I can cancel them."

"Ooh. Steak. I approve." He nodded happily, cock jerking a little. "Do I get a birthday massage, Coach? Before we go rent scary movies?"

They had developed a routine and over the last three years; they'd never missed it. They ate, they watched horror flicks, they made love. After all, it wasn't just his birthday and Halloween. It was sort of their anniversary. Kind of.