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We didn't end up getting much.”\n\n'Didn't end up getting much' turned out to be a single plastic bag containing a galleon of milk, a bag of instant coffee powder, and a packet of chocolate chip biscuits.\n\n“That's it?” Ezra asked in confusion, “Then what were you doing for the rest of that time?”\n\n“Hm? Oh, we went over to Marco's to help with party prep,” Ezra's mother carried her lone bag of groceries past them and they tagged along behind her. “There wasn't too much to do, but we stayed for a chat and coffee afterward... you boys have fun?”\n\n“Yeah, it was good,” replied Marco. His voice was innocent, but he flashed a devilish smirk to Ezra behind his mother's back.\n\n“If it involves anything other than movies, videogames or board games, I don't want to know.” She placed the grocery bag on the kitchen counter, and put the milk in the fridge. “We came back home because it was still a bit early to stay, and we thought you two'd like a lift when we head over there later.”\n\n“I was actually hoping to walk there with Marco,” said Ezra, “If he wants to go for a walk, that is.”\n\nMarco smiled at him. “I'd like that. It's been a while since we've taken a walk together.”\n\nEzra's mother shrugged. “Whatever works for you two is fine with me. Hey, to pass the time until we're ready to head back over near tea time, are you two up for a game of Cluedo or Monopoly or something?”\n\nMarco looked at Ezra, his face twisted in an expression of thought. “Cluedo?”\n\nEzra smirked. “Let's solve a murder, then.”\n\n*******************************************************\n\nIt was now early evening, and Ezra and Marco had just left the driveway to Ezra's house, the setting sun casting their long shadows behind them. Ezra's parents had left a few minutes before them in the car, and now the blokes in love were on their walk to Marco's house a few blocks away. Ezra was carrying a plastic bag that was holding some spare clothes in case of a sleepover, the gifts his parents had given Marco, and the dildo that was his present to him. \n\nThey had been mildly worried about being seen together by anyone and everyone – Marco topless and Ezra and him practically prancing along, romantically hand in hand – but it turned out that they neededn't have been. The roads and sidewalks were practically empty and the only people out and about in a select few of the front lawns were elderly folk tending to their gardens. Apparently, everyone was at home having early dinners or something.\n\n“I'm quite the mystery solver, aren't I?” Marco asked as they strode past the local church, a block away from Ezra's home. They'd been walking in companionable silence, but he thought now would be as good a time as any to break the it.\n\n“Yes, yes,” said Ezra, rolling his eyes with a good-natured grin, “Scarlet, knife, theatre. I would've gotten it, if I'd just rolled another two.”\n\n“Yeah, but I got that two instead,” chuckled Marco. He was finding this little bit of gloating quite amusing, with Ezra's mock annoyance, but he also felt a little bad about it. Ezra had come SO close to winning four of the five games that had been played, but came up one or two spaces short of the centre of the board to solve the mystery. He leaned against Ezra in a show of affection, the stallion's coat warming his scaly side.\n\n“Greasing up to me won't make me any less fake-angry with you,” Ezra pouted.\n\n“How about this?” Marco reached over and pulled Ezra down and backward, and became the dominant partner of a long, bent-over kiss. \n\n“Yeah, that'd do it,” swooned Ezra, muffled by Marco's lips and tongue.\n\nAfter they'd righted themselves, they noticed a young lady rabbit watching them from across the street with her eyebrows raised, frozen in surprise.\n“Aw, come on, lady... don't act like you didn't enjoy watching!” Marco called across the road to her.\n\nEzra blushed deeply. THAT was the most forward Marco had ever been publicly about their relationship... and he'd shouted it across a street. It had even caused one of the folks tending to their garden to look up in surprise before rolling her eyes and turning back to water her flowers. Surprisingly, Marco wasn't blushing... but the shocked rabbit was beginning to, quite deeply. She then allowed a small smile, barely visible from across the street, to cross her face. She cupped her hands to her mouth to make sure her voice was heard.\n\n“Alright, you got me!” she called, “It was very cute, boys! Have fun!” She then continued on her way, a spring in her step.\n\n“Did you HAVE to go and yell that to everyone in the known universe?” Ezra asked quietly when he was sure the rabbit could no longer hear them.\n\n“Well, she had caught us smooching,” shrugged Marco, “I thought it'd break the ice and we'd all go our merry ways, and it worked!” Now a deep blush started creeping across his face. “Truth be told... I may have looked cool and composed, but I was shitting myself. Oh, and soz if I embarrassed you, I embarrassed me too.”\n\n“It's okay,” said Ezra, putting his arm over Marco's shoulders and gently leading them on their way, “I'm just not quite yet completely used to showing public affection. That walk along the waterfront the other week was pretty tame... and tonight here you are, pulling me over in a lovely, wet kiss without a shirt on.”\n\n“I see your point,” said Marco coyly, “I'll make sure more people are watching next time. And if you don't stop walking forward, you're going to miss the turn to my street, silly billy.”\n\nEzra realized that yes, the awkward moment with the bunny had scrambled his sense of direction. If they continued straight ahead, they'd arrive at the corner store and miss Marco's house entirely.\n“Heh heh... whoops,” he grunted. They turned left and headed down the side street toward Marco's home.\n\n“So, I know it's my birthday and everything, Ezra,” said Marco, trying to keep them both distracted from the just-passed awkward moment, “But why are you trying all this new stuff today? A dildo up the ass... licking me, quite masterfully I must admit, up the hooch? ... What aren't you telling me?”\n\n“What? Oh, there's nothing to tell you, Marco,” replied Ezra, surprised by what Marco had said, “I just though a few different things would be pleasant... and it just so happened to be your birthday. You wanted to try stuffing me with dick, and we had one to hand, so I thought 'why not'... I have to say, you're a natural with cock; I surprised myself by loving every second of it. I wasn't sure if I would, but there you go. Regarding the tonguing, I found some frisky flicks that involved it the other week. I've not really thought about it before, but it got me interested. I thought it'd be a pleasant little birthday treat for you.”\n\n“Birthday this, birthday that,” snapped Marco, sudden annoyance in his voice, “If I hear that word one more time today, I'll bloody well scream! It's pretty much the only thing anyone's said to me all day! It was cute at first, but it's starting to feel patronizing and all these... all these gifts? You did too much by spending a small fortune on a custom dildo of yourself for me and... and I appreciate everything, I really do, but... all the rest of these little experiments? I need to make it up to you!”\n\n“No you don't!” said Ezra in shock. This sudden burst of emotion was very unexpected. “You don't owe me anything!”\n\n“Yes I do! Expensive gifts... experimental foreplay? Your parents getting me a controller and newly released game? I need to find a way to make it up to everyone!”\n\n“I know for a fact that my parents don't expect anything in return from you. As for me, well... if you really want to owe me something, there's only one thing you owe me.”\n\n“And what's that?”\n\nEzra simply leaned over and gave Marco a quick peck on the cheek. It was all the answer he needed. He let a tired smile spread cross his face. His burst of emotion had left him suddenly exhausted.\n\n“Sorry about that, Ezra,” he said warmly, “You know how I don't like owing people anything... I just feel like I need to do at least SOMEthing to repay you. Who knew 'best friend forever' could turn into 'perfect boyfriend forever'?”\n\nEzra returned the smile and gave him another quick smooch, this time on the lips. He then flicked his gaze and finger toward Marco's house, which had just come into view on the corner of the right side of the road. \n\nMarco's parents and sister and Ezra's parents were sitting on fold-up camping chairs on the front lawn, obviously lost in conversation of some sort. Irine, Marco's sister, was the first to notice them and thrust her hand as skyward as it would go in an exaggerated wave, as if they couldn't see her. Ezra returned it with his free hand. The converation among the parents stopped as they too noticed, and they turned to look at the couple strolling toward them, performing their own quick waves of greeting.\n\n“You reckon they were talking about us?” whispered Ezra.\n\n“Probably,” mused Marco, “I was fairly certain I could feel my ears burning.”\n\n*******************************************************\n\nThe outdoor setup was abandoned after Marco and Ezra arrived, everyone heading inside to clutter around the cozy dining room table. The table had been all set out ready, with various salad bowls, cooked vegetables wrapped in steaming tinfoil, some garlic bread and a couple bottles of red wine and cola. A simple, vegetarian meal fit for horses... and iguanas, apparantly.\n\nConversation surrounding the meal mostly involved what Marco's parents had seen in the faraway land of New Zealand, a strange place where trees and grassland predominated pretty much everywhere, even in the cities. The ridiculous city names like Whakatane, Whangarei,Tauranga, and Nelson... they twisted the tongue and sounded just plain odd. It had been Marco's parents' first time in the land of the kiwis, and no one else had been, so hilarity ensued when anyone attempted to pronounce most of the native words.\n\nWhile he participated in the conversation, Marco was dumbfounded at how relaxed he was. While in the past years his parties had involved lots of friends and partying and had undoubtedly been a blast, his secret lack of a dick had kept him constantly on edge. The tension of wondering if someone would let the secret slip or would walk in on him using the bathroom had kept him from fully appreciating the occasion. This year, with just his parents and sister, and Ezra and his parents, the 'party' being nothing more than an average dinner, he was astonishingly unwound. He didn't care if nothing was happening but the discussion of ludicrous foreign names, he was enjoying every hilarious second of it.\n\nEzra's and Marco's parents insisted that the children stay at the table while they cleared the dishes and got the dessert ready. Irine was sat across the table from her brother, absently watching the two lovers across the table from her as they whispered sweet nothings to each other.\n\n“You two're so cute together, you know that?” she said softly, “Who'd have thought a horse and a lizard were a perfect match?”\n\n“It did sound quite far-fetched, at first,” replied Ezra.\n\n“Ain't nothing far-fetched about true love,” said Irine, “ And if it happens between a boy horse and my nearly-boy brother, I'm not going to complain. I didn't think he had it in him to find love.” She winked quickly at her brother, in an attempt to say that it wasn't meant maliciously. “As for you, bro, I've noticed you're very chilled tonight. I suppose you haven't had to worry about your... youness tonight. I'm sorry if I've had you worried sick all these years about it. I know I tease you all the time, but I'd never do that to you. As I've said before... with you obviously not believing me, I'll never say anything until you're ready to say something yourself.”\n\n“I have believed you, I guess I just... keep forgetting.” said Marco. “Still, I appreciate it.”\n\nIrine smiled warmly at her brother. “No worries at all, Marco. It's up to you to trust or listen to me and hell, with half of the things I've said to you over the years, it doesn't surprise me you'd want to forget it all.” she leaned back in her chair, stretching out her tail and her arms above her head. “You two are going to LOVE the chocolate mudcake I made for you. I was allowed to sneak in to use the large oven at work to bake it yesterday... that's where I was, if you'd been wondering why I popped out. As for the icing, I asked my friend Beverly, you know – the baker, if I could ice the cake at her bakery. While she was out front serving customers and whatnot, I was way out in back using her icing machine that prints out what basically amounts to edible photos. It was tricky, keeping it hidden from anyone who came out back, but I managed. I chose a real cutie for you, birthday boy.”\n\nMarco rolled his eyes when she said 'birthday boy', but didn't voice his feelings on the matter aloud. “And no one else has seen this cake so big it needed a pub's oven to bake?” he asked.\n\nShe shook her head. “Not even mum or dad. I told them to keep the silver dome that I left covering it on until it was time to cut it. I wanted everyone to experience it together. So, unless they've snuck a peek while I wasn't looking, no one but me knows what's on that cake.” \n\nApparently, talking about chocolate mudcake is all that's needed to make it appear. At that moment, Marco's mother reentered the room bearing a large bread board covered in a silver dome, followed by her husband, carrying a tub of vanilla ice cream. Ezra's mum was carrying, and laid out in front of everyone's seats, pudding bowls and spoons. Once everyone was seated, everyone turned to look cheerfully at birthday boy Marco.\n\n“Happy birthday, son,” said his mother, “Irine insisted we all see this at the same time, for some reason, and it IS your cake, so you may have the honour of revealing it.” There was a hint of worry in her voice – she was obviously expecting one of Irine's lewd jokes to be hidden beneath the silver dome. A quick glance around the table would show that this was on EVERYONE'S mind... not helped by the small smirk on Irine's face.\n\nMarco took in a breath and exhaled deeply. “Here goes everything,” he said quietly, reaching for the dome's handle.\n\nAnd off the dome came... and on came a blush on everyone's face, except Irine, who was beaming with pride at her (admittedly delicious-looking) cake. At the top of the cake, edible red candy letters spelled out 'Happy Birthday Marco'... it was what was beneath the letters that was making everyone blush.\n\nIt was a photo of Marco and Ezra, arms wrapped around each other's sides, smiling for a camera that Ezra was holding out... and they were both stark naked, everything visible for all to see... even Ezra's boner prodding against Marco's groin.\n\n“Happy birthday, bro,” said Irine, “Do you like it?”\n\n“Um... yeah, it's gorgeous, but... did you have to put it on a cake for everyone to see?” his voice was tiny. The thought and care Irine had put into the cake was obvious, the picture was cute as all hell and he loved it... but why was it on a cake that both his and Ezra's parents were now gawking at dumbfounded? Another thought suddenly crossed his mind. “And how the heck did you even get that photo?”\n\nIrine stroked the back of her head awkwardly and started blushing slightly herself. “I may have, uh... borrowed your phone a few days ago. I wanted a sweet photo of you and Ezra together... but all of the other ones you had were more... shall we say, sex-filled than this one. So, apologies to all for exposing literally everything about our two resident lovebirds here, but shall we pretend we didn't see fanny and dick and enjoy some lovely chocolate mudcake?”\n\nThere was a silent nod from everyone, so Irine leaned over, holding the handle of the cake knife toward her brother. He shook his head.\n\n“You cut it, Irine,” he said, “I'm no good at getting the pieces evenly sized.”\n\nShe nodded and flicked her gaze between him and Ezra. “Would you two like each other's bits?”\n\nEzra blushed deeper. “Maybe later,” he said, knowing full well how it sounded. A small chorus of embarrassed chuckles sounded from around the table and Irine gave the shy lovers a quick wink before lining up cutting pieces off the side of the cake with the writing rather than the genitals.\n\n“I may have gotten carried away with the size of this cake,” said Irine as she started cutting the cake, placing the slabs she cut off in the bowls around the table, “so if anyone wants seconds, I'm sure my brother won't mind sharing the bits that don't have his and Ezra's love regions. There's going to be heaps left over.”\n\nAfter everyone had a slice of cake and some ice cream, dessert passed in silence. Everyone was not only lost in the delicious moistness of a perfectly cooked chocolate mudcake, but also trying to forget the embarrassing moment of its reveal. All of the parents were keeping their eyes averted, trying to forget seeing Marco's spread pussy and Ezra's monster of a boner; Irine was not-so-discreetly checking the cake on a regular basis, wondering how Ezra's rod was able to fit inside her cuntboy brother. Marco and Ezra were doing their best to not draw attention to the display. As much as they glanced as each other, sharing the thought that the photo was perfect for the occasion, it was still more than a little embarrassing.\n\nAs delicious as the cake was, everyone was too full to have seconds. Marco's mother placed the silver dome back over the cake and breathed a small sigh of relief. Finally, glancing at the table didn't mean getting a glimpse of her son's hooch or his lover's man-meat.\n\n“Marco, hon,” she said, leaning forward, “could you follow me to your room? I'd like to give you your gift from dad and I.”\n\n“Oh, wait a sec, mum!” said Irine, “Could I give him mine first?”\n\nTheir mother leaned back and gestured for Irine to proceed. Irine got up and went to her room, returning a few moments later with a gift that had been obviously hastily wrapped.\n\n“Forgive the bad wrapping bro, I ran out of paper,” she said, handing it to Marco.\n\nMarco got to work unwrapping. The hastily wrapped gift wasn't in nice wrapping, so he didn't painstakingly open it like he did with Ezra's. Inside was a black paper bag, with a red bow pinned crookedly near the top and cellotape sealing the flap acting as a lid. He pulled the tape off and reached inside... pulling out a bottle of lube.\n\n“Um...” he said uncertainly.\n\n“Keep going, there's more in there!” said Irine.\n\nMarco wasn't sure he wanted to keep going. He felt that this was another one of Irine's elaborate bad jokes... but the way she was looking expectantly at him? Maybe the lube was the joke, and the rest was serious. His hopes were quickly dashed when he pulled out a pink shirt that read on it in shiny silver letters 'Perfect Princess' and a white cheerleader's skirt.\n\n“UM?!?!” he repeated.\n\n“Happy birthday bro,” said Irine, wearing a massive, devilish grin. “Apologies, that was the joke gift. I helped mum and dad pay for their one to you for the not-joke one.”\n\n“Are you done embarrasing your brother now?” asked her mother, drumming her fingertips on the table. “Can your father and I actually give him the gift now?” Irine nodded, her lips pursed coyly. Marco's mum looked back at the two boys. “Ezra' you're welcome to follow, if you'd like.”\n\nEzra got up and followed the little convoy headed upstairs. Irine and Ezra's parents stayed in the dining room, starting up a small conversation about how she was doing at work.\n\nMarco's parents opened the door to his room and stood to the side. “Happy birthday, son,” they chorused happily. While Marco was well and truly sick of hearing that phrase today, coming from his parents made it cute again. He walked past them and stood in the doorway, the joke gifts his sister gave him falling to the floor as his grip slackened in astonishment at what he was seeing. This was an expensive gift.\n\nHis long-time bed, a single, was gone. It had been swapped for a brand new queen-sized bed. Ezra moved to stand beside him, looking at the new bed in equal amounts of surprise.\n\n“It should make sleepovers a bit easier,” said Marco's father, “You won't have to pull out the spare matress anymore.”\n\n“Mum... dad,” Marco said slowly, “I thank you from the bottom of my heart, but... you just got back from an expensive overseas trip, and then you get me an expensive gift? This should be a new bed for YOU, not me!”\n\n“Don't be silly,” said his mother, “We and your sister got it for you, so you have a bit more space for yourself... and any romances you may happen to have.”\n\nMarco didn't know what to say. He'd received a small number of gifts, but each of them was very expensive. Console controller, new game, custom dildo, and a queen-sized bed? The only one that didn't make him feel like he owed someone something was the joke gift his sister had given him. He turned and gave his parents a hug. They returned it happily. They knew Marco was lost for words, he didn't need to say anything.\n\n“You're welcome, Marco,” said his mother, “Please, don't feel like you owe us anything. Now, let's head back downstairs and have a bit more socialization before the jetlag hits us any worse and we have to cut it short to hit the hay.”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "“Hi mum, hi dad!” Ezra called as he and Marco exitted the front door and started heading toward the just-arrived car.

“Hello, boys!” replied Ezra's mother as she opened the car door and started hefting herself out, “If you've come to help us get groceries inside, that was a lovely thought but there's no need. We didn't end up getting much.”

'Didn't end up getting much' turned out to be a single plastic bag containing a galleon of milk, a bag of instant coffee powder, and a packet of chocolate chip biscuits.

“That's it?” Ezra asked in confusion, “Then what were you doing for the rest of that time?”

“Hm? Oh, we went over to Marco's to help with party prep,” Ezra's mother carried her lone bag of groceries past them and they tagged along behind her. “There wasn't too much to do, but we stayed for a chat and coffee afterward... you boys have fun?”

“Yeah, it was good,” replied Marco. His voice was innocent, but he flashed a devilish smirk to Ezra behind his mother's back.

“If it involves anything other than movies, videogames or board games, I don't want to know.” She placed the grocery bag on the kitchen counter, and put the milk in the fridge. “We came back home because it was still a bit early to stay, and we thought you two'd like a lift when we head over there later.”

“I was actually hoping to walk there with Marco,” said Ezra, “If he wants to go for a walk, that is.”

Marco smiled at him. “I'd like that. It's been a while since we've taken a walk together.”

Ezra's mother shrugged. “Whatever works for you two is fine with me. Hey, to pass the time until we're ready to head back over near tea time, are you two up for a game of Cluedo or Monopoly or something?”

Marco looked at Ezra, his face twisted in an expression of thought. “Cluedo?”

Ezra smirked. “Let's solve a murder, then.”

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It was now early evening, and Ezra and Marco had just left the driveway to Ezra's house, the setting sun casting their long shadows behind them. Ezra's parents had left a few minutes before them in the car, and now the blokes in love were on their walk to Marco's house a few blocks away. Ezra was carrying a plastic bag that was holding some spare clothes in case of a sleepover, the gifts his parents had given Marco, and the dildo that was his present to him.

They had been mildly worried about being seen together by anyone and everyone – Marco topless and Ezra and him practically prancing along, romantically hand in hand – but it turned out that they neededn't have been. The roads and sidewalks were practically empty and the only people out and about in a select few of the front lawns were elderly folk tending to their gardens. Apparently, everyone was at home having early dinners or something.

“I'm quite the mystery solver, aren't I?” Marco asked as they strode past the local church, a block away from Ezra's home. They'd been walking in companionable silence, but he thought now would be as good a time as any to break the it.

“Yes, yes,” said Ezra, rolling his eyes with a good-natured grin, “Scarlet, knife, theatre. I would've gotten it, if I'd just rolled another two.”

“Yeah, but I got that two instead,” chuckled Marco. He was finding this little bit of gloating quite amusing, with Ezra's mock annoyance, but he also felt a little bad about it. Ezra had come SO close to winning four of the five games that had been played, but came up one or two spaces short of the centre of the board to solve the mystery. He leaned against Ezra in a show of affection, the stallion's coat warming his scaly side.

“Greasing up to me won't make me any less fake-angry with you,” Ezra pouted.

“How about this?” Marco reached over and pulled Ezra down and backward, and became the dominant partner of a long, bent-over kiss.

“Yeah, that'd do it,” swooned Ezra, muffled by Marco's lips and tongue.

After they'd righted themselves, they noticed a young lady rabbit watching them from across the street with her eyebrows raised, frozen in surprise.
“Aw, come on, lady... don't act like you didn't enjoy watching!” Marco called across the road to her.

Ezra blushed deeply. THAT was the most forward Marco had ever been publicly about their relationship... and he'd shouted it across a street. It had even caused one of the folks tending to their garden to look up in surprise before rolling her eyes and turning back to water her flowers. Surprisingly, Marco wasn't blushing... but the shocked rabbit was beginning to, quite deeply. She then allowed a small smile, barely visible from across the street, to cross her face. She cupped her hands to her mouth to make sure her voice was heard.

“Alright, you got me!” she called, “It was very cute, boys! Have fun!” She then continued on her way, a spring in her step.

“Did you HAVE to go and yell that to everyone in the known universe?” Ezra asked quietly when he was sure the rabbit could no longer hear them.

“Well, she had caught us smooching,” shrugged Marco, “I thought it'd break the ice and we'd all go our merry ways, and it worked!” Now a deep blush started creeping across his face. “Truth be told... I may have looked cool and composed, but I was shitting myself. Oh, and soz if I embarrassed you, I embarrassed me too.”

“It's okay,” said Ezra, putting his arm over Marco's shoulders and gently leading them on their way, “I'm just not quite yet completely used to showing public affection. That walk along the waterfront the other week was pretty tame... and tonight here you are, pulling me over in a lovely, wet kiss without a shirt on.”

“I see your point,” said Marco coyly, “I'll make sure more people are watching next time. And if you don't stop walking forward, you're going to miss the turn to my street, silly billy.”

Ezra realized that yes, the awkward moment with the bunny had scrambled his sense of direction. If they continued straight ahead, they'd arrive at the corner store and miss Marco's house entirely.
“Heh heh... whoops,” he grunted. They turned left and headed down the side street toward Marco's home.

“So, I know it's my birthday and everything, Ezra,” said Marco, trying to keep them both distracted from the just-passed awkward moment, “But why are you trying all this new stuff today? A dildo up the ass... licking me, quite masterfully I must admit, up the hooch? ... What aren't you telling me?”

“What? Oh, there's nothing to tell you, Marco,” replied Ezra, surprised by what Marco had said, “I just though a few different things would be pleasant... and it just so happened to be your birthday. You wanted to try stuffing me with dick, and we had one to hand, so I thought 'why not'... I have to say, you're a natural with cock; I surprised myself by loving every second of it. I wasn't sure if I would, but there you go. Regarding the tonguing, I found some frisky flicks that involved it the other week. I've not really thought about it before, but it got me interested. I thought it'd be a pleasant little birthday treat for you.”

“Birthday this, birthday that,” snapped Marco, sudden annoyance in his voice, “If I hear that word one more time today, I'll bloody well scream! It's pretty much the only thing anyone's said to me all day! It was cute at first, but it's starting to feel patronizing and all these... all these gifts? You did too much by spending a small fortune on a custom dildo of yourself for me and... and I appreciate everything, I really do, but... all the rest of these little experiments? I need to make it up to you!”

“No you don't!” said Ezra in shock. This sudden burst of emotion was very unexpected. “You don't owe me anything!”

“Yes I do! Expensive gifts... experimental foreplay? Your parents getting me a controller and newly released game? I need to find a way to make it up to everyone!”

“I know for a fact that my parents don't expect anything in return from you. As for me, well... if you really want to owe me something, there's only one thing you owe me.”

“And what's that?”

Ezra simply leaned over and gave Marco a quick peck on the cheek. It was all the answer he needed. He let a tired smile spread cross his face. His burst of emotion had left him suddenly exhausted.

“Sorry about that, Ezra,” he said warmly, “You know how I don't like owing people anything... I just feel like I need to do at least SOMEthing to repay you. Who knew 'best friend forever' could turn into 'perfect boyfriend forever'?”

Ezra returned the smile and gave him another quick smooch, this time on the lips. He then flicked his gaze and finger toward Marco's house, which had just come into view on the corner of the right side of the road.

Marco's parents and sister and Ezra's parents were sitting on fold-up camping chairs on the front lawn, obviously lost in conversation of some sort. Irine, Marco's sister, was the first to notice them and thrust her hand as skyward as it would go in an exaggerated wave, as if they couldn't see her. Ezra returned it with his free hand. The converation among the parents stopped as they too noticed, and they turned to look at the couple strolling toward them, performing their own quick waves of greeting.

“You reckon they were talking about us?” whispered Ezra.

“Probably,” mused Marco, “I was fairly certain I could feel my ears burning.”

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The outdoor setup was abandoned after Marco and Ezra arrived, everyone heading inside to clutter around the cozy dining room table. The table had been all set out ready, with various salad bowls, cooked vegetables wrapped in steaming tinfoil, some garlic bread and a couple bottles of red wine and cola. A simple, vegetarian meal fit for horses... and iguanas, apparantly.

Conversation surrounding the meal mostly involved what Marco's parents had seen in the faraway land of New Zealand, a strange place where trees and grassland predominated pretty much everywhere, even in the cities. The ridiculous city names like Whakatane, Whangarei,Tauranga, and Nelson... they twisted the tongue and sounded just plain odd. It had been Marco's parents' first time in the land of the kiwis, and no one else had been, so hilarity ensued when anyone attempted to pronounce most of the native words.

While he participated in the conversation, Marco was dumbfounded at how relaxed he was. While in the past years his parties had involved lots of friends and partying and had undoubtedly been a blast, his secret lack of a dick had kept him constantly on edge. The tension of wondering if someone would let the secret slip or would walk in on him using the bathroom had kept him from fully appreciating the occasion. This year, with just his parents and sister, and Ezra and his parents, the 'party' being nothing more than an average dinner, he was astonishingly unwound. He didn't care if nothing was happening but the discussion of ludicrous foreign names, he was enjoying every hilarious second of it.

Ezra's and Marco's parents insisted that the children stay at the table while they cleared the dishes and got the dessert ready. Irine was sat across the table from her brother, absently watching the two lovers across the table from her as they whispered sweet nothings to each other.

“You two're so cute together, you know that?” she said softly, “Who'd have thought a horse and a lizard were a perfect match?”

“It did sound quite far-fetched, at first,” replied Ezra.

“Ain't nothing far-fetched about true love,” said Irine, “ And if it happens between a boy horse and my nearly-boy brother, I'm not going to complain. I didn't think he had it in him to find love.” She winked quickly at her brother, in an attempt to say that it wasn't meant maliciously. “As for you, bro, I've noticed you're very chilled tonight. I suppose you haven't had to worry about your... youness tonight. I'm sorry if I've had you worried sick all these years about it. I know I tease you all the time, but I'd never do that to you. As I've said before... with you obviously not believing me, I'll never say anything until you're ready to say something yourself.”

“I have believed you, I guess I just... keep forgetting.” said Marco. “Still, I appreciate it.”

Irine smiled warmly at her brother. “No worries at all, Marco. It's up to you to trust or listen to me and hell, with half of the things I've said to you over the years, it doesn't surprise me you'd want to forget it all.” she leaned back in her chair, stretching out her tail and her arms above her head. “You two are going to LOVE the chocolate mudcake I made for you. I was allowed to sneak in to use the large oven at work to bake it yesterday... that's where I was, if you'd been wondering why I popped out. As for the icing, I asked my friend Beverly, you know – the baker, if I could ice the cake at her bakery. While she was out front serving customers and whatnot, I was way out in back using her icing machine that prints out what basically amounts to edible photos. It was tricky, keeping it hidden from anyone who came out back, but I managed. I chose a real cutie for you, birthday boy.”

Marco rolled his eyes when she said 'birthday boy', but didn't voice his feelings on the matter aloud. “And no one else has seen this cake so big it needed a pub's oven to bake?” he asked.

She shook her head. “Not even mum or dad. I told them to keep the silver dome that I left covering it on until it was time to cut it. I wanted everyone to experience it together. So, unless they've snuck a peek while I wasn't looking, no one but me knows what's on that cake.”

Apparently, talking about chocolate mudcake is all that's needed to make it appear. At that moment, Marco's mother reentered the room bearing a large bread board covered in a silver dome, followed by her husband, carrying a tub of vanilla ice cream. Ezra's mum was carrying, and laid out in front of everyone's seats, pudding bowls and spoons. Once everyone was seated, everyone turned to look cheerfully at birthday boy Marco.

“Happy birthday, son,” said his mother, “Irine insisted we all see this at the same time, for some reason, and it IS your cake, so you may have the honour of revealing it.” There was a hint of worry in her voice – she was obviously expecting one of Irine's lewd jokes to be hidden beneath the silver dome. A quick glance around the table would show that this was on EVERYONE'S mind... not helped by the small smirk on Irine's face.

Marco took in a breath and exhaled deeply. “Here goes everything,” he said quietly, reaching for the dome's handle.

And off the dome came... and on came a blush on everyone's face, except Irine, who was beaming with pride at her (admittedly delicious-looking) cake. At the top of the cake, edible red candy letters spelled out 'Happy Birthday Marco'... it was what was beneath the letters that was making everyone blush.

It was a photo of Marco and Ezra, arms wrapped around each other's sides, smiling for a camera that Ezra was holding out... and they were both stark naked, everything visible for all to see... even Ezra's boner prodding against Marco's groin.

“Happy birthday, bro,” said Irine, “Do you like it?”

“Um... yeah, it's gorgeous, but... did you have to put it on a cake for everyone to see?” his voice was tiny. The thought and care Irine had put into the cake was obvious, the picture was cute as all hell and he loved it... but why was it on a cake that both his and Ezra's parents were now gawking at dumbfounded? Another thought suddenly crossed his mind. “And how the heck did you even get that photo?”

Irine stroked the back of her head awkwardly and started blushing slightly herself. “I may have, uh... borrowed your phone a few days ago. I wanted a sweet photo of you and Ezra together... but all of the other ones you had were more... shall we say, sex-filled than this one. So, apologies to all for exposing literally everything about our two resident lovebirds here, but shall we pretend we didn't see fanny and dick and enjoy some lovely chocolate mudcake?”

There was a silent nod from everyone, so Irine leaned over, holding the handle of the cake knife toward  her brother. He shook his head.

“You cut it, Irine,” he said, “I'm no good at getting the pieces evenly sized.”

She nodded and flicked her gaze between him and Ezra. “Would you two like each other's bits?”

Ezra blushed deeper. “Maybe later,” he said, knowing full well how it sounded. A small chorus of embarrassed chuckles sounded from around the table and Irine gave the shy lovers a quick wink before lining up cutting pieces off the side of the cake with the writing rather than the genitals.

“I may have gotten carried away with the size of this cake,” said Irine as she started cutting the cake, placing the slabs she cut off in the bowls around the table, “so if anyone wants seconds, I'm sure my brother won't mind sharing the bits that don't have his and Ezra's love regions. There's going to be heaps left over.”

After everyone had a slice of cake and some ice cream, dessert passed in silence. Everyone was not only lost in the delicious moistness of a perfectly cooked chocolate mudcake, but also trying to forget the embarrassing moment of its reveal. All of the parents were keeping their eyes averted, trying to forget seeing Marco's spread pussy and Ezra's monster of a boner; Irine was not-so-discreetly checking the cake on a regular basis, wondering how Ezra's rod was able to fit inside her cuntboy brother. Marco and Ezra were doing their best to not draw attention to the display. As much as they glanced as each other, sharing the thought that the photo was perfect for the occasion, it was still more than a little embarrassing.

As delicious as the cake was, everyone was too full to have seconds. Marco's mother placed the silver dome back over the cake and breathed a small sigh of relief. Finally, glancing at the table didn't mean getting a glimpse of her son's hooch or his lover's man-meat.

“Marco, hon,” she said, leaning forward, “could you follow me to your room? I'd like to give you your gift from dad and I.”

“Oh, wait a sec, mum!” said Irine, “Could I give him mine first?”

Their mother leaned back and gestured for Irine to proceed. Irine got up and went to her room, returning a few moments later with a gift that had been obviously hastily wrapped.

“Forgive the bad wrapping bro, I ran out of paper,” she said, handing it to Marco.

Marco got to work unwrapping. The hastily wrapped gift wasn't in nice wrapping, so he didn't painstakingly open it like he did with Ezra's. Inside was a black paper bag, with a red bow pinned crookedly near the top and cellotape sealing the flap acting as a lid. He pulled the tape off and reached inside... pulling out a bottle of lube.

“Um...” he said uncertainly.

“Keep going, there's more in there!” said Irine.

Marco wasn't sure he wanted to keep going. He felt that this was another one of Irine's elaborate bad jokes... but the way she was looking expectantly at him? Maybe the lube was the joke, and the rest was serious. His hopes were quickly dashed when he pulled out a pink shirt that read on it in shiny silver letters 'Perfect Princess' and a white cheerleader's skirt.

“UM?!?!” he repeated.

“Happy birthday bro,” said Irine, wearing a massive, devilish grin. “Apologies, that was the joke gift. I helped  mum and dad pay for their one to you for the not-joke one.”

“Are you done embarrasing your brother now?” asked her mother, drumming her fingertips on the table. “Can your father and I actually give him the gift now?” Irine nodded, her lips pursed coyly. Marco's mum looked back at the two boys. “Ezra' you're welcome to follow, if you'd like.”

Ezra got up and followed the little convoy headed upstairs. Irine and Ezra's parents stayed in the dining room, starting up a small conversation about how she was doing at work.

Marco's parents opened the door to his room and stood to the side. “Happy birthday, son,” they chorused happily. While Marco was well and truly sick of hearing that phrase today, coming from his parents made it cute again. He walked past them and stood in the doorway, the joke gifts his sister gave him falling to the floor as his grip slackened in astonishment at what he was seeing. This was an expensive gift.

His long-time bed, a single, was gone. It had been swapped for a brand new queen-sized bed. Ezra moved to stand beside him, looking at the new bed in equal amounts of surprise.

“It should make sleepovers a bit easier,” said Marco's father, “You won't have to pull out the spare matress anymore.”

“Mum... dad,” Marco said slowly, “I thank you from the bottom of my heart, but... you just got back from an expensive overseas trip, and then you get me an expensive gift? This should be a new bed for YOU, not me!”

“Don't be silly,” said his mother, “We and your sister got it for you, so you have a bit more space for yourself... and any romances you may happen to have.”

Marco didn't know what to say. He'd received a small number of gifts, but each of them was very expensive. Console controller, new game, custom dildo, and a queen-sized bed? The only one that didn't make him feel like he owed someone something was the joke gift his sister had given him. He turned and gave his parents a hug. They returned it happily. They knew Marco was lost for words, he didn't need to say anything.

“You're welcome, Marco,” said his mother, “Please, don't feel like you owe us anything. Now, let's head back downstairs and have a bit more socialization before the jetlag hits us any worse and we have to cut it short to hit the hay.”", "pools_count": 1, "title": "Marco's Birthday Romance - Chapter 05: A Quiet, Family Party", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/plain", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "1", "views": "86" }