I looked at my phone and noted I had a message from “Bull” that was sent at 6:57am. I opened it and found a video message from Marcus. I played the video and saw a large black cock pounding into a white ass, with the voice of whoever was being fucked moaning loudly.
“Do you have any idea how sexy it is to see you at the dinner table with my family?” Joe said quietly, massaging the back of my head. “And my sister loves you.” Joe undid his seatbelt and slid over closer to me, moving his face to my neck and kissing it, his right hand now on my bulge in my pants. “I don’t think I can wait.” He whispered, fumbling with the button on my pants and my zipper.
Two friends, one gay and one straight, share Christmas Eve together... at first in the kitchen, then the living room, then the bedroom, and then again in the kitchen.
After our last sex show, we cleaned up. My jaw and ass were so sore, but I felt buzzed. We went to the Town and Country bar to unwind. “Oh! I saw your show this afternoon!” said a happy old man. “You boys are incredible!” He bought us drinks. That was the best Christmas I ever had.
This was the quietest Christmas dinner I had ever had. No talking over each other with the extended family. No drunk old guys telling racist jokes. No annoying glances from my mother. Nothing. Just the two of us, sitting side by side at the small dining room table at Joe’s house. He was the picture of masculinity, sitting there beside me with his scruffy beard, handsome face and broad shoulders.
I took Marcus’ big deflating cock into my mouth and started sucking as he sat on my chest working my nips. “Goddamn I love this tight little white body” he told me as I was sucking his cum and ass juices off his big dick.
“Brian…” he started, but caught himself, as he continued to read the songs. I had only seen Joe really emotional the night he appeared at my dorm when his mother died. But this was a different side of him, as he continued to smile wide to hide the fact that tears were forming in his eyes.
In the process of interviewing for the position of Pastry Chef, I selected Toby.....tall and handsome but the difference in our ages would create unease and a roller coaster of emotions.
"Merry Christmas Brian." My eyes turned to the sound of Joe's voice, and there he was, under his Christmas tree. Naked, save for a red Santa hat on his head, and a giant bow covering his crotch. The tree was illuminated in white lights with decorations scattered all over it, making him glow. I caught my breath at the sight of his 240lb muscled body lying there, waiting for me.
Even though I had just seen him 24 hours before, I missed Joe already, as did he by the way he came in and grabbed me as soon as the front door closed, kissing me like a long-lost love. His scruffy face was cold from the winter, his nose the coldest as our lips met and our tongues found their home again. I literally jumped into his arms, his bulky winter coat getting in my way.
Joe took a step down the walkway towards me as I moved with my bags, my eyes on his big wide feet that must be cold on the stone. We met halfway, where he picked up the biggest bag easily, his bicep flexing immediately under his long sleeve, causing both Sandra and I to stare at it. Was Joe bigger? He looked more buff than I remembered, his muscles clearly visible through his shirt.
A lit Christmas tree and fireplace, a bearskin rug, background music with a good beat, a porn video on the TV, and Gino, my Christmas present to unwrap
When Greg leaves work on December 23rd, the whole town is obsessing over the upcoming blizzard. He's convinced it's not going to be that bad. Yet, on his way home he realizes he might be mistaken when he sees a car crashing. Its injured driver is the hottest man ever. What will he do?
When Greg leaves work on December 23rd, the whole town is obsessing over the upcoming blizzard. He's convinced it's not going to be that bad. Yet, on his way home he realizes he might be mistaken when he sees a car crashing. Its injured driver is the hottest man ever. What will he do?