Christmas with Cody

We finished eating and held our stomachs. I'd been preparing and slowly cooking different dishes throughout the whole day while listening to Christmas music and drinking some dry white wine. To savor in my days worth of hard work was delectable. And to be able to share it with a friend was nice too. My two other roommates had left for the holiday which meant I'd have the whole place to myself. Not wanting to be alone though on Christmas Eve, I asked some others I knew in the city if they were staying home. Everyone was either leaving or already had plans to gather somewhere else except for Cody. I told him I was planning to make a pretty traditional spread of food and he said he'd be happy to join. In high school, we were more acquaintances than friends, but a few years after graduating from different universities along the East coast we found each other living in the same city out West and reconnected.

Cody was a couple inches shorter than me, maybe 5'8 or so and built with a small, slender frame but he had always been in such good shape. He was on the track team in high school I remember, and since living near the Rockies now he had taken up rock climbing. This gave him some just chiseled abdominal muscles and finely toned arms atop strong but lean legs. His face was very boyish, and his short dark blonde hair and sharp green eyes perfectly complimented his smile and the way he curled his upper lip and leaned in towards you when he laughed. 

After dinner we made some drinks. Cody made himself a brandy old fashion complete with a small peel of orange in the glass. I made a white Russian. We caught up as we drank, having not seen each other in several months because of the pandemic. We talked about work and money (or the lack thereof both), then takeout food and how we miss movie theaters, and finally to our sex lives. 

“It's been so dry,” Cody shook his head, hopeless. He explained that he hadn't been laid since May and the tinder girl he had met up with then wasn't even a good sack. She had refused to suck his dick and was a pillow queen, only laying there and not putting in any work, he said.

“Same, man. It's been since July for me,” I confessed, “I was in this guy's house for maybe ten minutes before we were done and he was walking me to the door. Kind of sad, looking back.” 

“Ten minutes??” He exaggerated and laughed, “did you bother to even introduce yourselves?” 

“Hey fuck you,” I laughed as I struggled to remember the guy's name. 

A long silence sat between us on the couch as we aimlessly watched the fireplace on the tv with Christmas tunes playing over it, sipping out drinks. 

“What did you do in ten minutes?” Cody was still thinking about my comment. About my hookup. 

“With that guy you mean??” 

“Yes!” he smiled, “That's quick!”

“You can do a lot in ten minutes,” I teased, “especially when it's your first time in months.”

“You're not wrong,” he trailed off.

A moment passed.

“I feel like I cum pretty quick in general,” he said.

Cody and I had talked before in brief about our sex lives, just like we were, but we'd never shared intimate details about ourselves or our partners. I didn't love hearing about his encounters with women since I've always had a small crush on him, but I thought it was really sincere of him as a straight guy to show such interest in my love life, and relished in it a bit, so I did the same for him. But this comment had caught me off guard. 

“Oh yeah?” I tried not to seem too excited. 

He sipped his drink and stared back at the tv fireplace. “Yeah, I don't know. I get caught up in it all I guess, get lost,” he trailed off again and sipped his drink, “and then I just cum.”

Literally just hearing him say the word 'cum' had gotten me hard in an instant. I crossed my legs and turned to look at him. 

“How long do you last?” I asked, not really knowing what else to ask. 

He scoffed. “Shit man, like my record fast or record long?”

I laughed, “Both!” I encouraged, my hard on beginning to bulge in my pants.

He put his fingers to his chin and thought. 

“Record long?” He squinted, “Three? Four minutes probably?” he said as if it were an answer to a question he didn't know. “Record short? Hmmm,” he rubbed his chin.

My anticipation was through the roof. And my boner was pulsing. He left me hanging in suspense for several long seconds. I began to scan his body, more closely admiring his arms and wondering what his abs looked like under his thermal.

“Thirty seconds?” he said, again like a question.

My eyes jumped back up to his and I realized he had been looking at me look at him. 

“Thirty seconds?!” I exaggerated the same way that he had to me earlier. 

“Hey fuck off man!” he laughed and hit me with a nearby couch pillow.

I quickly imagined him naked, hunched over a faceless girl, thrusting and moaning as he's having an incredible orgasm after just thirty seconds. I pictured his face, his lips forming an O and eyes wide in a look of surprise. Almost as if he couldn't believe he's cumming. His face turns to a whimpering half frown as his thrusts slow and breath escapes him. I come back. 

 “Mustah been really fun,” I teased.

“Fuck, it was.” 

Another long silence between us.

“I've cum that quick too though,” I said.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I said, pausing to wonder if I should say the rest, “while getting blown in the basement of the Quad building almost every German class junior year by this freshman twink.”

I tried to gauge his laughter on a scale from sincerity to being uncomfortable. I think it was closer to sincere than not but was unsure. 

“Blowjobs,” he almost whined nostalgically, “oh man how I miss getting blowjobs.”

I searched for the words. Let me help you, I wanted to beg!

I took a leap.

“I miss giving them.” I said quietly. 

He didn't say anything for several long seconds and I began to think he didn't hear me. 

“Maybe you could help then.”

We both looked at each other and it was as if our eyes continued to exchange words, asking each other if we're serious and if we're sure. It must've been ten seconds that we stared at each other before he stood up. When he stood I saw the obvious tent that had formed in his pants. He began to undo his belt and pants. He pulled the zipper down before pulling the waistband down to his knees and falling back onto the couch. His bright orange Nike boxer briefs looked like a firm banana was stuck in there as his hardened cock reached to the left, towards me. He gripped it and rubbed himself through his briefs before looking back to me. 

My eyes asked him twenty questions in that moment. He'd known that I'd always had a little thing for him. He liked being admired, even if it was a little cocky. And despite all of my measly efforts in the past to sneak peeks of him, now he was willing to show himself off to me. He pulled back his waistband and showed off his curving seven inch cock, spiraled with two thick blue veins around the shaft. He was of average thickness, cut, and had a trimmed bush at the base of dark brown hair. My mouth fell agape and I looked back to his eyes, still looking at me and smirking. Like I said, he liked to be admired. He looked down to his cock and flexed it to show off, the shaft tightening and jumping slightly. I slowly began to lean in and he immediately reached out his hand to cup the back of my neck. 

Lacking all self control, I take Cody's cock into my mouth and quickly plunge him down my throat. His body instantly lurched and he gasped. His hand on my neck soon turned to a clenched fist as he gripped some of my hair. I began to suck his cock, still smelling of his oaky body wash. My head bobbed up and down as my lips encircled his shaft. I ran my tongue around his shaft and gripped my hand around the base, occasionally stroking him as I sucked. Another long gasp from Cody as he gripped my hair tighter.

“Oh fuck!” he said loudly.

Just as I began to take a little bit of pride in how good I was clearly making him feel, my mouth filled with warm soapy, salty liquid. I choked at first out of surprise, but quickly realized he was already cumming, and then began to take lots of pride as I began swallowing. 

“Ohhh fuck!” he moaned as his body lurched and he thrust his cock into my mouth as it leaked cum from the edges. “Mmm, mm, mm!” is all I could manage. 

“Oh – oh – oh my fuck,” he exhaled as his orgasm passed. I continued to suck slowly for another minute before pulling off and wiping my mouth. 

“New record?” I asked and smiled.

He laughed but didn't respond. I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. He laid his head back on the couch and closed his eyes as he caught his breath. 

I leaned back down and took his wet and still mostly hard cock back into my mouth. He might have been done, but I wasn't. He quietly gasped in surprise and moaned as I worked my head up and down again, stroking him with my hand as I sucked. Those classic smacking and sucking sounds filled the room several times along with his groans as my mouth came off the tip of his cock. Soon I felt his hand on my neck again, and he began to clinch ever so tighter. His hips started raising from the couch and thrusting into my face. Small whimpers escaped from his lips as he humped my face. His whimpering grew louder.

“Bro – I'm – I'm – I'm cumming!” he just barely managed to say as his entire waist thrust upward forcing his cock down my throat. Three ropes of his warm cum shot down my throat as his hand held my head in position, unable to move. “Ah – ah – ah – ah!” he gasped loudly as his body shook. This was clearly more intense than the last. He whimpered again, sounding weak and vulnerable. I thought these involuntary sex noises were precious. His grip loosened and I continued to suck, but gently and slowly. 

“Okay, okay,” he gasped and pulled on my shoulder. His cock was too sensitive for anymore. 

I sat up and his head was resting on the back of the couch still and a smile was plastered across his whole face. 

“Holy fuck dude,” he gasped. His cock jumped periodically as he caught his breath.

I sat beside him in disbelief. I had two of Cody's salty loads in my stomach. Who would've ever fucking thought? 

Sitting back up made me realize how throbbing hard my cock was. I gripped it through my pants and involuntarily groaned. “I need to get off,” I said, almost embarrassed suddenly. 

He didn't respond, just laid back with his eyes closed, looking like he was in total euphoria. His cock still pulsing. 

“I'm going to the bathroom to jerk off,” I admitted. 

He chuckled but didn't open his eyes or say a word. 

Feeling a little awkward, I walked stiffly to the bathroom in my bedroom and quickly dropped my pants. I could still taste his cum, and I imagined his tight fist of my hair as he shoved his cock further down my throat. I pictured when he first exposed himself to me, seeing that perfectly cut cock reaching towards me, jumping for attention. It didn't take more than twenty tugs and I was shooting streams of cum across my vanity trying to aim for the sink bowl. “Ahh, ahh!” I gasped a little louder than usual sort of hoping Cody would hear but also from a wave of pleasure. 

When I went back to the living room, Cody was clearly passed out. He had pulled his briefs back up but his pants stayed around his knees and he was sitting upright on the couch. Between the food, his old fashions, and a back to back nut, he was exhausted. His pants were mostly off anyway, so I pulled them past his ankles and off his feet and lifted his feet to the couch, laying his body down. Tossing a blanket over him, I turned off the lights and headed to bed myself. 

Some time later and from a deep sleep, I woke up to my mattress shifting and moving. I quickly sat up and could just barely make out Cody. He was climbing over me to be between the wall and I.

“Cody?” I asked nearly in shock.

“What?” he said sleepily.

“What are you doing?” 

“Trying to sleep.”

I was facing away from him and I felt him lay against me, slipping his left arm under the pillows to come out around my left shoulder and his right arm draped over my right side. He was basically spooning me. 

Neither of us speaking, his arms tightened around my torso, holding and pulling me into his body. I could feel his bare chest against my back so I knew he'd lost his thermal, and I had taken off his pants earlier, so he had to be in briefs I figured. I too slept in my boxer briefs. So here we were, spooning in our underwear. His embrace felt too good and I couldn't help but quietly moan in bliss. He groaned back quietly into the back of my head and pushed his waist into me. He wanted more, he's not trying to sleep. I pushed my butt into his waist and heard another quiet moan escape his lips. He shifted around and I suddenly felt a poke. He prodded his hardening cock into my cotton briefs before reaching down to remove his own. I felt his fleshy rod pressing against me and kept grinding against him. His fingers traced my sides and ran across my stomach to find my waistband. He quickly ripped those down to my thighs, only exposing my butt. 

Then I felt it. His cock, pressed right against my hole. The wet tip could only be pre cum leaking from him. I reached back and pulled my butt to spread further apart and the tip of his cock began to breach my hole. We both gasped in unison. His fingers felt around for my fist and he quickly interlocked his fingers with mine, embracing me. The head of his cock penetrated and he began to push deeper into me. It was far too dry though. 

“Wait, wait,” I whispered and pushed his body away softly. 

“Mmm, c'mon,” he groaned thinking I was backing out.

I licked my palm and reached behind me, wrapping my saliva covered fingers all around his shaft and tip. From there, I gripped him, and guided him back to my hole. I pushed my body back into his and the tip of his cock slid right into my tight pink hungry hole. We both gasped again in unison and our interlaced fingers gripped tighter.

“Cody!” I repeatedly gasped in euphoria.

It has been way too long since I had bottomed and I was so grateful to have it happening today. And with Cody of all people! 

“Ohh yeahhh,” he gasped as he began to thrust in and out of me. He too was relieved to have his cock cradled by the warm fleshy insides of another, even if it wasn't necessarily his first choice. Very slowly he thrust himself in and out of my hole as if he was savoring every second.

“Ohh my god!” I moaned. His arms gripped my torso tighter and pulled me closer to his naked body. 

Soon his thrusts increased in pace and our skin would slap as he withdrew and thrust himself back into my hole. That slap, slap, slap, slap filled the room. I didn't think he could grip me any tighter before his toned arms pulled me even closer into his body. With a long guttural grunt, Cody rammed himself deep inside of me and turned my body from my side to my stomach with him on top of me thrusting. My butt more opened up in this position, he plunged himself deep inside of me and released his third load of the night into my body. I could feel my insides warm instantly and his muscles squeezed me to the point I could hardly moan.

Since being bred is one of my absolute favorite things, I couldn't help but encourage him. “Fuck yes Cody, cum inside me! Fill me up!” I gasped. 

I groaned and winced and pushed my butt upward into his body, churning his warm cum within me. He kept thrusting. Pulling his cock all the way out occasionally before barreling back into my insides. The infamous slapping sound became a wet splat, splat, splat as his cum had filled and began to leak from my hole.

Going for a new personal record apparently, he fucked me for a good ten minutes just like that, mostly grunting and occasionally whimpering as he clenched his eyes and held my body still, using me like a life sized toy. “Ahhh – ahhh – ahh!” he'd gasp into my ear.

“Mmm, mm, MMMM!” he grunted loudly as he plunged himself deep inside me again. I felt his cock strain and pulse as more of his lustful juice filled my hole. A fourth load. We panted and gasped in unison as his orgasm came and went in waves of delight.

His small framed body laid on top of my larger framed one, his cock still buried within me. We panted together and caught our breath. Cody's eyes remained closed, half way still asleep and the other half imagining a busty brunette he had just basically impregnated.

“Fuck Cody,” I winced from under him, “you've got four loads in me now.” I couldn't believe I was able to say something like that.

He laughed quietly and pumped his hips very slowly into my butt a few more times, pushing subtle moans from my lips. “Your hole feels fucking amazing man,” he smiled.

A huge grin grew across my face.

“It's all yours,” I whispered as I closed my eyes, still smiling.

I don't know about Cody but I fell asleep just like that, with his softening cock still inside me. I woke up with him still in my bed and the previous night raced through my mind. I hoped that he wouldn't feel weird about it. I hoped it wasn't all just the booze. I hoped we could do it again honestly.

Trying not to wake him, I rolled out of bed to make some coffee. Wanting to be a little modest, I put on my long navy blue bathrobe and crept out of my bedroom. As the coffee finished brewing I poured a cup and stood in front of the kitchen window, still thinking about what had happened. I still had so much of Cody's cum inside of me.

“Merry Christmas man,” a groggy voice said from behind me, surprising me.

“Oh!” I spin around. There's Cody, still totally naked from bed, walking through the kitchen yawning and stretching. I'd never seen his full body in the light and my god was it something. He looked like he was a little 5'8 statue of a Greek god. Only this statue didn't have a small flaccid penis like so many of them do. Cody had morning wood, and it swung from side to side as he walked.

“Coffee?” he asked as he reached for a cup in the cabinet. His butt flexed as he reached and went onto his tip toes. If my mouth could drop any further it would have then. I am far more partial to bottoming but his tiny, tight, muscular little butt could make me a total top, I thought.

“Merry Christmas,” I managed to say unsure of where to look.

He poured himself coffee and leaned against the countertop facing me. He took several big gulps as we looked at each other again as if we were talking with our eyes. We were both thinking about last night and curious of what was going to happen. He caught me looking down at his stiff cock and chuckled.

“Why the robe?” he asked, like we always drank coffee naked in the morning together and this morning I chose to cover myself.

“Um,” I thought, “it was cold.”

“Are you still cold?” he asked before taking another gulp.

“No,” I said shyly.

He looked at me up and down. “Take it off then.”

I sat my coffee down as we stared into each others eyes. I undid my robe and let it fall to the floor. Now I too stood naked in the kitchen with a hard on facing him. His eyes traced over my body. He sat his coffee down and walked to stand in front of me. His boyish face looking up at me was adorable, I thought. He took my hands in his and stretched his neck out and gave me a kiss on the lips. In surprise, my eyes widened and head cocked. Our eyes continued to talk and he leaned in again. This time I didn't move my head, I kissed him back. After pecking each other, we kept our lips connected, then parted them and let our tongues meet. His morning and coffee breath was only bearable.

“Mm,” I winced as he pulled my body into his, his hard cock poking at my waist.

“Turn around,” he whispered before spinning me around himself.

My body thrust up against he countertop, I felt him spread my cheeks apart and a loud spit. My hole was instantly wet and I felt it probed by his fleshy rod.

“Yes!” I wince and reach back to pull his body into mine.

He easily penetrated me and drove himself as deep as he could get. We held each other as our bodies swayed in unison. His grunts grew over the minute as I held my own cock to stroke myself, and soon he gripped my waist tightly, squeezing me with all of his muscles and standing on his tip toes, and pushed his throbbing cock deep into me.

“I'm cumming!” he nearly shouted in euphoria.

“Ahhh! Me too!”

Our bodies lurched together and I shot ropes of cum across the countertop in the same rhythm as he thrust into me, depositing his fifth and final load deep inside of me. We panted and held each other as we collected ourselves.

Cody left soon after that and he didn't seem awkward about it thankfully. I hope desperately that he didn't get his fill. Five nuts in a night with a single person is a lot, but I want more. So much more.