Marco Runil woke slowly. The young iguana stretched out his body in a colossal yawn, his tail flopping out the side of his bed. Glancing at the clock on his bedside table, it wasn't even seven o'clock in the morning. No matter how much he tried, nowadays he never seemed able to sleep in.

This lack of sleep-in-ability could be traced back to one key thing: his former friend, now boyfriend, Ezra Worth. Not only was that twink of a stallion often in Marco's pants, he was always on Marco's mind. The blissful, romantic thoughts occasionally kept him up at night, and often woke him early in the morning.

The two young lovers had known each other since they were each seven years old. Ezra had forgotten his lunch one day at school, and had been sitting dejectedly in the corner of the classroom drawing while everyone else ate. Marco had noticed, and had gone to offer him half of his peanut butter sandwich. During that lunchtime, they'd started talking about their interests, and found they had a common hobby in trading cards and videogames. A long-lasting friendship bloomed that day, a friendship that, five months ago, had taken an unexpected step further.

Marco's parents had been out of town for the month, and Ezra's parents were heading out on a camping trip for the long weekend. Both of them had been home alone, and had come to the conclusion that being home alone would be less boring if they were together. So, Marco went over to his friend's house with the intention of whiling away the weekend playing videogames and watching movies.

And then there was that all-important, unforseen accident – Ezra's parents had locked their bedroom door to ensure their things wouldn't be touched, a precaution in case the quiet duo decided to invite more people over for a party... without realizing that they'd also locked away the foldaway spare bed, which was in their bedroom closet. With the floor being uncomfortable, and the two-seater couch in the lounge being far too small, the pair had come to the decision that the best course of action was to share Ezra's queen-sized bed. That was when things started getting... awkward, to say the least.

Ezra, uncertain about his sexuality, had been getting more and more uncomfortable (and horny) over the thought of sharing his bed with his best friend, and had uneasily suggested that they watch a bit of porn to let out a quickie, to ensure that there was no 'back poking or bed jizzing'.

Marco was a cuntboy, a fact that he'd managed to keep secret to only his family (and doctor, but who cares about the doctor, right?), and at that moment, his clouded, panicked mind managed to accidentally let slip his secret to Ezra. After a few moments of certainty that their friendship was over, that he would be shunned and called a freak, Ezra surprised Marco by stating that he didn't care, that Marco was the same Marco he'd always been, and he still wanted to be friends... Then, in an attempt to repay Marco for accidentally revealing his deepest, darkest secret, Ezra had begun to undress... soon followed by Marco, who didn't want to feel like he was holding back anything else.

What would have been a fun weekend of videogames and movies had become an awkward, but intimite one where the two made love for the first time... and second and third, and officially upped their relationship status to 'lovers'.

Marco still got pleasurable chills down his spine whenever he reminisced about that weekend. It had started out so normal, became so horrifying when he'd let slip his secret, so awkward when the two had begun to undress, so timid when the foreplay had started, and so hotly intimite when the dick had entered the pussy. At the time, he'd been uncertain. Now, he wouldn't change a thing.

Now that he'd (again) sleepily daydreamed about his first weekend in Ezra's pants, Marco felt slightly more awake. He reached over to his cellphone on the bedside table beside the clock, and with his tail, flicked it onto the bed. Hey, it was still early – he was allowed to be lazy. He groggily reached for it and typed in his unlock password. He was surprised to find a message from Ezra and allowed himself a small smile. Ezra was always going on about how insatiable Marco was, sending lewd texts and photos so early in the morning, but here the stallion was, indulging in it himself.

Marco's cheeks flushed happily at the little note and wet-dream-worthy photo from his love.

	Happy bday, my cherry, heres an early prezzie from me xxx

So, Ezra had remembered his birthday. Last year, he'd forgotten. Marco let his gaze wander over the photo, his hormones beginning to stir. Ezra had taken the photo holding his phone above the head of his bed, and had kicked the sheets off so that every inch of him was visible (figuratively and literally). His soft, fuzzy, mottled brown coat looked warm and inviting, his long, wavy tail hair drooping tantilizingly off the side of the bed. His cheeky facial expression made Marco want to reach through the phone and give him a kiss... But above all, his lightly toned pecs and abs made Marco's mouth water, and the stallion's erect, twelve-inch long horsey monster made him quiver with excitement.

Marco decided he'd reply to this little display with a photo of his own. He did his best to emulate Ezra's display, but with his fingertips spreading his pussy's lips open. Then he typed his 'witty' comeback and sent it.

	birthday boy like what he see. he wants some lovin baby =3

It didn't take long for a reply. It was simply the blushing red emoticon and a little note saying 'see you soon, pumpkin.' Marco laid in bed for another ten minutes before getting out of bed and pulling off his pajama boxers. In a force-of-habit moment, he reached for his packing dildo and harness, but stopped before putting them on. He didn't need it very often anymore, what with him having someone who loved him and not the floppy silicone toy, but he still found himself impulsively reaching for it after feeling like he needed it for so many years. He sheepishly put them back in their hiding place beneath his underwear and got dressed. It was a smoking hot summer's morning, so he didn't bother putting on a shirt. 

Marco's hormones had been kicked into high gear. He thought maybe he'd have a quickie to let some of them out. His parents were getting home from their holiday to London sometime later this morning, but his older sister was at home. He put his ear to the wall behind his bed – the wall that seperated his room from his sister's. He couldn't hear her snoring... where was she? She wasn't a morning person, on account of the fact that she worked late nights for her job at the local pub. She'd had the week off, but she still never got up before nine. Marco decided that a quickie wasn't the best idea after all... the last thing he needed on his birthday was Irine bursting into the room and loudly making jokes about him playing with himself. A horny mind was better than an embarrassed one.

He went downstairs into the kitchen to get himself some cereal, but found a note for him on the counter from his sister. He picked it up to read it.

	Hey bro, had to nip off to get mum and dad from the airport. Wanted to have pancakes with you, birthday boy, but couldn't stay – they arrive an hour earlier than I'd thought, and I've got lots of other stuff to do. I put your pancakes in the microwave to keep them warm for you, enjoy. :)
Happy 22nd birthday bro <3 			Luv from Irine

Ah, that would explain why she wasn't asleep in bed. He opened the microwave to get his pancakes and covered them with maple syrup and a little butter. He couldn't deny... Irine made the BEST pancakes. After he'd finished, the thought of a quickie flashed through his mind again, but he didn't feel like it now; the moment had passed. Instead, he grabbed a movie from his shelf and got watching.

Marco's birthdays were always good, wholesome fun, but today was his first birthday with Ezra as a boyfriend. He found himself wondering just what, if anything, would be different this year.