Under the Christmas Tree - 2. Chapter 2

I wasn’t sure how I would get up the stairs in my condition, but I nodded because I, too, needed more. We were so overheated from the hot water and the hot make-out session that I didn’t feel the freezing air during the 10-second walk back into the house. Quickly we dried off enough to prevent dripping, then wrapped our towels around our Speedos. Gil and I hurried through the den and up the stairs without interacting with the card players except to nod in response to their comments about it getting too cold outside in the dusk.

As soon as the door to my room was closed behind us, we dropped the towels and came together like iron bits and a magnet. Our arms flew around each other and our mouths opened in mutual anticipation, our nearly naked bodies crashing together as our erections struck painfully between us. We kissed frantically as our hands dropped to our waists. Gil grabbed each side of my Speedos and dragged them down to free my aching boner. Simultaneously, I slipped my hands beneath the waistband of his tiny suit onto the smooth spheres of his butt cheeks as I felt my newly-freed cock plop against his belly in its desire to unite with him. I pushed his suit down across his firm globes and off his dick until gravity took over and the bit of cloth dropped to the floor.

When we were both naked, we humped against each other as my hands cupped the bottoms of his cheeks, pulled them up a bit, and squeezed them aggressively.

Suddenly Gil backed away from me, pulling his mouth off my thrusting tongue as he gasped for breath. He looked at me with lust-filled hazel eyes as he grabbed my hand to drag me the few feet to my bed. Together we fell onto the queen-size bed to renew our passionate kissing and rhythmic thrusting in a sort of spontaneous frottage as we just couldn’t seem to move together hard enough.

We made out like a couple of mountain lions for a few minutes before he pushed me onto my back. He moved over me and between my legs, pushing my knees out and dropping his head into my groin. With one hand he pulled my dick up from my belly while with the other hand he cupped my balls and began jiggling them in their tight sac.

“Nice, big cock, man!” he said as he opened wide and planted his face on it.

I’d been leaking a lot of precum for a while, so much of my cockhead was already gooey. As his mouth passed across my meaty cock, Gil’s talented tongue made a loop around my helmet to scoop off my nectar. The sudden flood of sensation to this hyper-sensitive area made me cry out, “Oh my god, fuck!”

In less than a heartbeat, the tip of my 7½” prick hit the constriction of his throat as he literally impaled himself on my manhood. “Oh, god!” I cried again.

Gil knew his way around a substantial piece of man-meat as he proceeded to suck and deep throat me for several minutes. He had me writhing in delicious agony and mindless reaction, moaning deliriously and clawing the sheets. Then, just as suddenly as this world-class BJ had begun, he pulled off and looked up at me.

It happened so fast I was a little startled. When I realized he wasn’t just taking a breath, I looked down my hairy chest to his eager and flushed face, split with a wide grin framed by reddened lips covered with spital and probably a bit of precum.

“Where’s the lube?” he asked.

I reached over to the night stand and grabbed the bottle of baby oil. I held it out to him and soon he was coating my swollen throbber with the clear oils. Taking just a moment to ram a couple of fingers between his gorgeous glutes, he smiled at me, shook his head in excitement, and blurted out, “This is going to feel so good!” He rose onto his knees and climbed across my thighs, paused to give me a 10-second kiss, and raised himself above me. His nice dick (neither as long nor as thick as mine, but a very pretty cut beauty in its own right) bounced in front of him as he held my expectant cock in a vertical position, rubbing my glans against his butt cleft until it was positioned right against his rosebud.

I felt the delicious tightness as my cock breached his opening to travel into his sphincter at the same time that he closed his eyes tightly, gasped, and grunted. He paused with my helmet firmly held within his straining sphincter until the pain passed. He opened his eyes, grinned at me, mumbled, “Oh yeah,” and pushed down as his body dropped toward my groin and my cock moved deeper into him.

“Oh, god, Gil. You feel so amazing!”

He grinned. “Your cock is filling me so full, babe!” He dropped steadily down until after only a few seconds the round firmness of his cheeks settled onto my pubic area.

He placed his hands on the sides of my abs to steady himself. His eyes became hooded as his lids relaxed. I felt his guts squeeze my cock as though it was giving an all-over hug of welcome.

“Oh,” I moaned, as my mind went into a sort of haze as he rose above me several inches. Of course, he quickly plunged back down onto my cock, sending spectacular sensations into my gonads. I felt his own goo dribbling down into the hairs on my Adonis belt when he rose up from me. As he lowered himself, his dick would give my belly an audible thump and leave some more goo. Even as we were getting started, I knew this was destined to be the most pleasurable few minutes I’d ever experienced.

Adding to the excitement, Gil turned out to be a vocal bottom, crying out a groan with a punctuated “uh” each time he was fully impaled. I held his hips in such a way that my fingertips rested on the tops of his muscular glutes where I could feel the strength in his movements atop me. Fuck, what a turn-on!

Gil picked up speed as he rode me hard to get every inch as often as possible. I knew I wouldn’t last nearly as long as I wanted to with his incredible assault on my cock.

I began willing myself to fall back from orgasm, but my body had other ideas and my breathing came faster, my moans louder, as the tension in my gonads mounted.

Then, suddenly, Gil sat down in perfect stillness.

I opened my eyes to catch him staring at me with a touch of a smirk on his handsome face.

“You’re close, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” I grunted.

“I’m not going to bring you off just yet, babe.”

I was becoming more coherent as the sexual cliff receded. I looked up at him with the best puppy-dog eyes I could muster. “It sure would feel good,” I whined.

“But I want a lot more fucking first.” With that, my beautiful boy rose all the way up, carefully extracting my pulsating cock from his sheath. He lay flat onto my torso, trapping his own rigid dick between our abs. He played with one of my ears and slowly brought his mouth down to mine. We met wide open and he sucked my tongue into him, then proceeded to circle it and suck it with his own tongue. It reminded me how great it had felt when he had done that to my dick earlier.

After some incendiary kissing, he rolled off me and chuckled, “Now it’s time for you to do some of the work.” He settled on his back beside me and raised his legs, pulling his knees down beside his chest as he grinned at me.

I might not be thinking too clearly at the moment, but I wasn’t a complete dunce. I smiled back as I rose from the mattress flipping across his near leg and landing gently atop his body, my ready rod caught briefly against his own dick. I kissed him lightly as I shifted so that I could grab my cock and insert it back where it belonged. I pushed myself up from his body so I could put a hand under his lower back and lift him into just the right position to get pounded.

“The pillow,” I said as I nodded to the pillow beside him.

He handed it to me and I placed it under his back. I picked up the baby oil and squirted some more onto my stiffy before I leaned forward as I brought my cockhead to his now comfortably open anus.

As soon as my helmet entered his warm interior, he smiled broadly and breathed, “Oh, yeah. Come on into me, babe. All the way.”

I followed his instructions to the letter, rested a couple of seconds to get the feel for the angle, then withdrew about 5 inches of prime cock from him. I rested in the “out” position, caught his eyes, and smiled at this beautiful boy who seemed so enamored with my cock. I grabbed him by the ankles, held them skyward, and plunged back to the hilt, my tongue brushing my lips in sensual joy.

Gil grunted as I filled him. “Please, babe,” he begged, “fuck me good!”

For the next 10 minutes, I pounded him with short breaks to stave off my orgasm. His dick leaked almost continuously when I was pounding him, stopping momentarily when I paused.

“How you doin’, champ?” I asked.

“Ohhhh. Fuckin’ great.”

“Are you ready to get your reward?”

“Oh, yes!”

“I’m going to fill you with my best cumshot ever, sweet baby.”

“Oh, yes, Art. Please!”

I adjusted our angle of connection slightly so that my cock would go a little more to his front side as I entered him each time. Then I commenced a series of long, powerful lunges into his fabulous asshole grazing his prostate with each one. Soon he was throwing his head from side to side, gasping, and moaning continuously. His moans were interrupted by a sort of chirp each time my helmet tapped his prostate and then by a deep grunt each time my helmet reached full penetration. If I had taken the time to think about it, that would have been a very interesting sound effect from our coupling. Although I could tell he was nearing a fine orgasm of his own, Gil never touched his dick, apparently content to let it do its own thing.

As I drove into his spectacular fuckhole, my body prepared to father a great nation. I’d estimate we lasted about 3 minutes in that awesome state until we reached the edge of Nirvana.

“I’m … almost … there,” he panted.

“Come on, baby,” I encouraged him. “Show me how good it feels.”

“Don’t stop now,” he commanded.

I added a little more to the punch at the end of my strokes. Oh, damn, I wouldn’t last much longer but I really wanted him to cum while I was fucking him. His asshole was very hot by this time, creating its own suction from the build-up of his body fluids and my precum, gripping and relaxing as I throbbed within him. I had a distinct thought this fuck was as good as any fuck I’d ever had with the best blowjob ever thrown in for good measure. Holy, shit! His dick had gotten thicker and so red it was purple as it flailed about on his belly.

Another minute went by in which we were lost in each other’s eyes just as our bodies moved as one higher on the ladder until finally I knew I was about to blow.
Just then, he cried out, “I’m gonna cum!”

I felt the extreme contraction inside him half a second before he screamed, “Aaaaaiiii!” and launched a spermwad that flew across his torso to splatter on his chin and lower lip.

That volcanic squeeze took me over the edge along with him. As my gonads fired, I screamed, “Fu-uck!” so loud I’m sure they heard me downstairs.

Together, his dick flooded his torso while my cock flooded his insides. It was a monumental orgasm.

When the fireworks were over, we lay connected for a couple of minutes longer as my rigid member softened and we both regained normal breathing. Finally, I pulled away so I could step off the bed and retrieve one of the towels we had dropped on the floor.

We mopped up, then took a lovely romantic shower together. I got off in a different way as I gently rubbed his muscled bod as we cleaned each other. After our shower, Gil looked so fresh and beautiful I still couldn’t quite accept that we had just had a very hot fuck together. It felt like a drug-induced hallucination to me. We pulled on our briefs and sat together at the end of the bed, holding hands.

I looked into his gorgeous face and whispered, “That was the best sex I have ever had, Gil. I truly mean that.” I pecked his cheek.

He grinned at me. “It couldn’t get any better than that, Art. Thank you, stud!”

I chuckled. “I’ve never been called stud before, at least, not after sex.”

“Well, you certainly were a stud today. Shit, you are the very best top. Your cock feels so amazing inside me!”

My cock tingled. “I agree, baby. When my cock is inside you, it does feel amazing!”

We laughed and squeezed our hands.

“We probably ought to go downstairs,” Gil said.

“And face the music,” I said with a chuckle.

“No doubt!”

Reluctantly, we stood, shared a quick peck on the lips before we finished dressing to go downstairs.

After another loving kiss, we reluctantly parted before stepping into the upstairs hallway.

As you can see, Art and Gil have gotten pretty well acquainted rather quickly.  But the holiday isn't over yet so watch for Chapter 3.