Butter Cream Kisses
By Owen Burke

“Happy birthday to me,” I said to my reflection in the mirror. “Forty years old, still single, working a dead end job.”

Wrapping the wet towel around my waist, I stomped into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Some birthday. All my friends were either out of town or busy with families. Even my own family seemed to be avoiding me. 

I had just decided to make a grilled cheese sandwich since, well, all I had was a slice of cheese and some butter when someone knocked at the door. I started to ignore it. I mean everyone had made it abundantly clear they didn’t want to help me celebrate the big 40. The knock came again, a little more insistent this time.

Crossing the living room, I opened the door and came face to face with a plate full of…cupcakes?

“Happy birthday.” 

A dark head and the handsome face of my handsome upstairs neighbor appeared above the colorful treats. Preston owns a bakery. That’s pretty much all I knew about him.

“Wow!” I said, almost speechless at this turn of events.

“I’m glad I caught you before you went out to celebrate,” he said with a grin.

I finally remembered my manners and invited him inside. “I’m not going out to celebrate,” I confessed.

“Oh, a party here then. Well, I’ll scoot out of the way. I’m sure you need to get ready for your guests…”

“No, wait,” I said, stopping him mid-sentence. “No party.”

“A date?”

I shook my head.

“You mean you’re spending your birthday alone?” he gasped, hand pressed to his chest as if he might have a heart attack.

I nodded.

“Well, not anymore,” he announced. Handing me a cupcake, he picked up one for himself and held it up in the air. “To birthdays,” he said and we touched our cupcakes together, a celebratory toast.

I laughed and bit into the moist treat with a sweet creamy icing that Preston told me was butter cream. At one point, probably on cupcake number three, he reached across the table and wiped frosting off of my upper lip with his fingertip. 

Both of us froze. Me, because that touch sent sparks of desire straight to my crotch. Preston had to have felt it, too.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he confessed.

“Touch me?”

“Yes, and…” There was that little shrug. He looked away. Looked back. “You have a beautiful mouth. I’ve wanted to kiss you.”

This was news to me. Good news. I immediately, scooped icing off my cupcake and smeared it on my lips. “How about now.”

“Now, more than ever,” he whispered. “Butter cream is my favorite.”

That made me laugh out loud but it did nothing to break the tension building between us. Preston caught my hand in his and licked my fingers clean, his hot tongue darting here and there and I immediately wanted to feel that tongue in other places.

“Please,” I said as he swirled his tongue in my palm. “Please.”

Preston placed one hand on the back of my neck, tangling his fingers in my hair. He looked into my eyes for only a second and then he kissed me. His mouth moved against mine, his tongue teased my lips apart. I ran both hands up the front of his shirt feeling his heart beat against my palms. 

“Sweet,” he breathed when we came up for air.

“More that sweet,” I said.

Both of us looked down at my lap at about the same time and I remembered that I was only wearing a towel. That towel was doing nothing to hide my excitement. With a smile, he tugged at it and it slipped away. My cock jutted up out of my lap, hard and already throbbing. I groaned when he curled the warm fingers of one hand around it.

“I’d like to kiss you here, too,” he said.

All I could do was nod and watch as he licked his way down my belly to my crotch. Kneeling at my feet, he used his lips and tongue on my cock until I thought I would explode. Finally, he made a tight little ring of his lips and slid them down over my knob. With his mouth stretched around my shaft, he looked up at me and winked.

“Dear God,” I groaned, spreading my legs to give Preston all the room he needed. It had been years since someone had sucked me off and I wasn’t about to stop him.

He groaned as well and his head bobbed up and down in my lap faster and faster. At the same time, one hand fondled my balls while the other stroked my inner thigh. And all I could do was sit there, trembling from head to toe enjoying every minute of this unique birthday surprise.

Just when I thought I couldn’t stand another moment, Preston pulled his mouth off of me. 

“I want you to come for me,” he said, stroking my wet prick with his hand. “Come in my mouth. I want to know if your buttercream is as good as I imagined.” 

Then he swallowed me again, sucking the full length of my dick into his hot mouth, teasing me with his tongue. Within minutes, I had both hands in his hair, fucking his face with abandon. My orgasm hit, hard and fast. My whole body jerked out of control and with a roar, I exploded in his mouth, pumping what felt like a gallon of hot spunk right down his throat.

Preston licked me clean and sucked me dry twice more before we made it to the bedroom. This birthday was just getting started and I didn’t care where it ended as long as Preston stayed with me. 

“How did you know it was my birthday anyway?” I asked the next morning over cupcakes and coffee.

“I have my ways,” he said, licking his lips and gazing hungrily at my crotch. “I have my ways.”