MY BIRTHDAY
Tomorrow was my birthday. It was the first one which I spent away from home, but at the same time the first which I could spend with a boyfriend. I called my parents and we talked for a while, catching up on what was happening in our lives. My mom told me not to worry about what happened between me and Lars.
"He's crazy about you Steve. It was not hard to tell at all", she said.
After a few more minutes we said our goodbyes and I walked out to the living room. Lars was sitting on the couch reading a magazine. I sat down next to him and rubbed my hand on his head. He just cut his hair pretty short a few days ago. I missed running my fingers through his thick, wavy locks, but the smooth, slightly coarse feeling felt great too. Lars turned to face me and smiled. After a second he leaned in and kissed me.
"Happy birthday Steve. I can't wait for you to see what I have planned!", he said with excitement.
I had no idea what it would be, but knowing Lars I knew that it would be great!
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We made dinner together and ate it with an expensive glass of wine that Lars bought (it was seriously the best I had ever drunk). He set it up really nice, with candles and everything. After we finished Lars' phone went off. I told him that I would clean up while he took the call. As I cleared the table I overheard Lars.
"You got everything? Great. Come on over", he said to whomever he was talking to.
"What was he planning?", I thought to myself as Lars walked back out into the kitchen.
"Steve, Everything will be ready in a little bit, but I'll need you to leave the house for a little while, unless you don't want to be surprised", he said with a slight pouty look that was so adorable.
"No it's okay. I'll just call some of my friends back in the States", I said as I walked over and kissed him goodbye.
"Love you babe. See you in a bit", I said as I walked out the door.
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I spent the time walking around the neighborhood and talking to some of my friends who had texted me "Happy Birthday" messages. It was great to catch up with people, but I really was looking forward to seeing what my surprise was.
After about an hour Lars texted me.
"We're ready and waiting for you my love. Just walk inside and come into the bedroom", he said.
"We?", I thought to myself. "Who else was over at his place?
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I walked back to Lars' place pretty quickly (I even jogged for a bit). I couldn't wait to see what he had planned for me.
I arrived at his place and walked inside. I heard talking coming from the bedroom. I recognized Lars' voice, and the other one sounded familiar too.
"He's here. Get ready", I heard Lars say.
I walked towards the bedroom and pushed the door open. I nearly jumped with surprise over what I saw. The mystery guy was Freidrik! He and Lars were stripped out of their clothes were dressed like two Roman gladiators from Spartacus: Blood and Sand. Me and Lars loved that show, and I told him how hot it would be to be a slave on that show and get fucked hard by any or all of those guys (though Lars easily had the body of a gladiator so in a way I was!).
They both wore nothing but cloth around their waists. Their skin glistened with what must have been some kind of lotion they put on. They also had something on their skin which made them appear just slightly dirty, as if just having come from a fight. It may have just been whatever they put on their skin, but their muscles seemed to pop out a bit more then they usually did. I guess they probably worked out a bit beforehand too.
"That's why Lars cut his hair the other day. He wanted to look like Spartacus", I thought to myself. He really did too.
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Freidrik looked a bit like Varro, although his hair was a bit shorter. Either way I wasn't complaining!
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They both got up from the bed and came towards me. I was at a loss for words and just stood their with my mouth open. My cock was standing straight up and pressing against my jeans.
"Because of our winning performaces in the arena today, you were given to us as a gift. Take off your clothes slave", Lars ordered. Immediately I stripped completely naked. Freidrik and Lars both looked down at my raging erection and then smiled at eachother.
"On your knees slave", Freidrik ordered as he pushed down on my shoulders hard. I fell to the floor, landing on my knees. They both removed their cloths, causing their partially erect cocks to pop out. The musky/manly smell mixed with the smell of whatever they put on their bodies was intoxicating to say the least.
"Are you going to just fucking sit their? Get on it!", Freidrik shouted as he grabbed the back of my head and shoved it toward his crotch. I opened up my mouth and began to suck his dick. He held my head kind of hard, but the role playing turned me on so much that I didn't mind. I glanced over and saw that Lars was stroking himself. He began to come closer to my mouth. His dick was poking at my cheek. After a couple seconds he moved it to my lips.
"Open", Lars ordered. I had no choice but to obey.
My mouth was completely filled with cock. I had never taken two dicks as the same time, but it felt great!
"Yah, after we're done tearing up this end we'll so the same to the other end", Lars said with a slightly sinister smile to Freidrik.
I continued to suck both their dicks for a couple minutes until Freidrik grabbed my arms and pulled me up hard. He looked over at Lars with a similar sinister grin, then gave me the same look. He briefly let go of one of my arms and grabbed my jaw tightly. He moved my head around slightly, staring into my eyes with an even creepier expression. I looked a little freaked out and they saw it. Freidrik grabbed my other arm again and held it tight.
"This isn't working. But I know how to make it work!", he said in a boisterous and slightly evil tone. He pulled me towards the bed and pushed me on it face up. He got onto the bed and advanced towards me.