Give it your best shot (heads on a coin flip)

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The eight ball goes nowhere near the pocket. Len laughs.

"Damn," you say, straightening up. "How about best two out of three?"

"Not a chance. I'm dying for a smoke, and you owe me a favor." Len puts his cue on the table, and leans on it, his thick arms bulging in the t-shirt. He grins.

"It might be your birthday," the stocky man says, "But I'm thinking I'm the one who gets to take home a present tonight and unwrap it."

You take a breath, but a deal's a deal.

"You're on stud. Take me back to your place."

Len drives you to his place in a pick-up truck that smells of earth and plants. Once inside his small apartment, he's all over you, and you tug his shirt off quickly, revealing his wide chest and strong arms. He puts his thick biceps to use right away, throwing your onto his bed, tugging your jeans and underwear off, and rolling you high on your back. Holding your legs in the air, he dives into your ass with his tongue. You writhe on it, and and he drops you back down, long enough to undo his belt and get out of his grass stained jeans. His cock is thick, about 8 1/2 inches, with a little curve in it, and you grin at him and hold your legs back up in the air.

He eats your ass for a bit longer, but soon you're moaning while he fingers your ass.

"You want ol' Len to knock you up? Give you a real gift for your 18th birthday?"

"Yah!" you beg, desperate to feel his raw cock breed your hole.

"Shit, that's hot."

"Fuck," you gasp, as he puts a third finger in you.

"If you insist," he says, laughing, and he pulls his fingers out, squirts some lube onto your hole, and lines himself up. He shoves in, and leans both muscular arms on either side of your head. You watch the muscles play as he pushes in once, twice, and three times, picking up the pace a bit at a time. He's big and it hurts - but it feels fucking amazing. You roll your head back, and start panting as he slams his curved dick in you over and over.

"Happy... Birthday!" he grunts, and drops his load deep inside you.

He lights up after he cums. "I always have a smoke after I blow a load," he says, with a wink. Once he's done, he stubs out the cigarette and dives at you again. By the time you're both ready to sleep, the smell of three of his cigarettes float about in his bedroom, mingling with the taste of cum on your lips, and the slick sore feel of your ass.

"Gotta say, boy - hope it was a birthday you'll remember." He puffs on his smoke.

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak.

He laughs. "Good. Not often I find a pretty boy who want some dirty cum rammed home right."

You blink at him, his words echoing in your head. Dirty? "What?"

He looks at you, amused. "I knocked you up, boy."

You shake your head.

He laughs. "Jesus, boy. Don't you know the lingo you were using? You asked for a gift. You took my dick raw..." He laughs, shaking his head. "Like I said, that's one gift you don't get to return. Happy fucking birthday."

As what he says sinks in, your stomach starts to clench in tight knots.

Definitely a birthday you'll never forget.

(The End - please send feedback to barratboy@yahoo.ca)