"Birthday Present" by Nemo

Jim sat and watched the waves moving gently. It was still early and the boardwalk on the seafront was nearly deserted. He yawned, he wasn't an natural early riser and getting up before dawn to make it here in time to meet his buddy Mike had left him craving another hour in bed and as much coffee as he could get his hands on. Sadly neither of them were available so he just yawned again and tried to stay awake.

He was beginning to get grumpy. Bad enough that Mike had dragged him out here so early, but now he was late. He had no idea why Mike had insisted on such an early meeting or even why they were meeting. All Mike had said was that he wanted to show Jim his birthday gift, but he wouldn't say why or even why so fucking early. The whole 'cloak and dagger' routine was typical Mike, charming at first and then a total pain when it all went wrong.

As he began to work out how long he would wait for Mike, he saw a figure jogging towards him along the boardwalk. He didn't pay much attention at first, as he was still inwardly cursing Mike, but as the figure came closer, Jim suddenly realised that not only was the jogger a stunning looking man, but that he was nearly naked. Suddenly, the wait for Mike didn't seem to bad and Jim sat back to enjoy the view, trying not to look like he was staring, while simultaneously trying to get as much of an eyeful of the guy as possible.

As the guy jogged closer to Jim, he began to slow down, until he stopped right next to the bench Jim was sitting on. The new guy turned to face the bench and lifted up his right leg and rested his sneaker on the bench. He began to tie his laces, which had come undone. Jim tried to act like he wasn't interested, but he kept stealing glances at the stud standing right next to him.

"I know what you're thinking." said the stud to Jim suddenly, in a deep, relaxed voice.

Jim startled "I..I'm sorry?" he asked.

"I said, I know what you're thinking." repeated the stud "I caught you looking."

Jim went red "I... I...." he stuttered.

"Hey, no need to look worried." said the stud "I know they're really cool sneakers."

Jim nearly sagged with relief "Yes, yes! Your sneakers. I really like your sneakers.." he garbled at the stud. He was so relieved that he nearly didn't catch what stud was saying

"Yeah, I only just got them. Little present I treated myself to for my birthday." said the stud "Still wearing them in, really."

"Well they really good on you." Said Jim and then cursed inwardly, that sounded way too much like he was hitting on the guy and he was desperate to play it cool.
The stud, just flashed him a quick grin as he finished tying his laces and put his foot back down on the ground. Instead of heading off, he started stretching his legs out and he kept chatting to Jim.

"Thanks dude. It's good when people appreciate the trouble to go to to look good." He offered his hand to Jim  "I'm Mitchell."
"Jim" replied Jim shaking Mitchell's hand

"So since you've got great taste, what do you think of one of my other presents to myself?" asked Mitchell. A brief look of puzzlement appeared over Jim's face before Mitchell continued "My new Speedos.." he prompted.

Without even thinking about it, Jim's gaze dropped to Mithcell's crotch, where the pale gold Speedos did absolutely nothing to hide the impressive package Mitchell had. Once again, Jim felt a blush begin to bloom on his cheeks. Aware that he had to say something, he managed to stutter out "They're...they're awesome."
"Thanks dude." replied Mitchell enthusiastically, oblivious to Jim's blush. "But the best thing about them is how they feel. They're some cool new material that feels just like silk. They're incredible to wear, it's almost like I've got nothing on. Here see what you think." and Mitchell reached out and grabbed Jim's hand and placed it on the waste band of his Speedos on the side of his leg.
Internally Jim tried to talk himself calm 'Just play it cool' he thought to himself 'Just feel the material and don't think about how good he feels...'  He barely even registered Mitchell talking, he just concentrated on not making a dick of himself, in front of Mitchell. "Yeah, really soft" he managed to say and then had to force himself to remove his hand when Mitchell let go of his own hand.

"Dude you've got great taste" said Mitchell, I'm so stoked I ran into you. So listen I've got to ask, what do you think of my last birthday present?"

Jim looked at Mitchell for a second and then spotted the chain around his neck. He leant closer to get a better look at the chain, but Mitchell stopped him with one hand on Jim's shoulder. He gently guided Jim upwards so they were looking eye-to-eye "No dude." said Mitchell "Not the chain..."

Jim went still, totally confused. "I don't.. I'm sorry...what other present"

Mitchell stepped back from Jim with a smile and spread his arms out wide. "This dude, this"

"Erhmm, you got a spray tan...?" guessed Jim

Mitchell laughed out loud "Jim, dude you're fucking hilarious. No, not the tan, the whole fucking deal. The anatomically correct, fully functional muscle body-suit."

"The what?" asked Jim

"Look dude I'll show you." replied Mitchell

He raised both hands to the back of his neck and dug his fingers into the middle of it. For a split second nothing happened and then, with a wet sticky sound, Mitchell pulled his hands slowly, but firmly apart. As his hands moved further apart, the skin on his neck began to distort. Then his ears popped loose, first the right and then the left. Mitchell shifted the position of his hands moving them in behind his ears. He lifted upwards, again straining hard and as he did so his facial features began to distort until his eyes became hollow voids. With a slight grunt, he pushed his arms forward and his whole face and head slid forward.

By now Jim had finally worked out what was happening and he wasn't too surprised to see the face of his buddy Mike revealed behind the mask of Mitchell's face. As Mike relaxed his arms, the mask sprang back into shape but it now hung below Mike's own face, suspended from the thick muscles of the suits' shoulders.
"So what do you think of my birthday present?" asked Mike
"Where the fuck did you get this thing?" asked Jim. No longer shy he stepped forward and ran a hand over the arms of the body-suit feeling it "I can't tell it's not real. It's amazing"

"Found this guy on the internet. I thought it might be a hoax site, but he really came through, didn't he?"

"Damm right!" exclaimed Jim "So what are you going to do with it?"
"What do you think I'm going to do with it?" asked Mike "I'm going to get laid bro. The chicks are going to be lining up for this stud."
"Yeah, of course. Sure you'll have no problems pulling some hot chicks." trying to sound enthusiastic.

"Course not." smirked Mike "Listen, are you OK if I put the face back? The suit's a bit uncomfortable like this?"

Jim just nodded and Mike slipped his hands back inside the mask and lifted it over his own head. The mask snapped back into place and as Mike massaged the edges, they sealed themselves together.
"So there's just one other thing you can help me with." said Mike, his voice once again sounding like his Mitchell persona. "You see your buddy Mike, knows you're gay, dude." as Jim spluttered and tried to interrupt, Mitchell held up his hand. "Dude, don't worry it's cool. Mike's known for ages, in fact he's been a bit of a jerk about it, because he's kind of got a kick out of prick-teasing you. It's a real ego boost when anyone finds you hot."

As Jim tried to come to grips with Mike knowing about Jim's real feelings for him, Mitchell moved closer.

"So dude, Mike thought that maybe I could make things up to you. You see although you're buddy Mike is straight, I'm more... Bi"

"B..Bi?" asked Jim

"Sure dude. I still like chicks, but I figure that looking this good I shouldn't limit myself. Of course I've not ever done anything about it and I wondered if you could maybe help me out...." Mitchell's voiced trailed away.

Jim shook his head, he was struggling to cope with the morning's events and he was still expecting Mike to announce this was yet another prank.

"Mike.." he began, but Mitchell interrupted

"Not Mike,... Mitchell. Boring old straight Mike's not here. There's only me, Mitchell."

"OK... Mitchell." said Jim and then stopped again as Mitchell leant forward and kissed him firmly on the mouth. Jim didn't resist as Mitchell slipped his tongue inside Jim's mouth, nor as Mitchell grabbed Jim's body and pulled it tight against his. As Mitchell held onto Jim's face with his hands, Jim's hands started to explore Mitchell's ass.

Finally the couple parted and Mitchell gazed into Jim's eyes. "So... do you think you can help me celebrate my birthday in style..?"
Jim finally allowed himself to smile. "I'm sure I can think of something." he said as the couple started walking back towards Jim's car.