A Festive Pit Stop
A Christmas encounter for Tony who's retired, has argued with his bloke and finds himself in a pub, alone on a cold and windy Christmas night in Yorkshire.
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I'd been going to this pub for a few years, sporadically, at different times through the year when visiting our holiday home I'd been lucky enough to buy when I retired early from my banking job, well they retired me actually but that's another story, I was glad to get out at 52.
The pub is cheap and mostly frequented by locals, not parties from boozy coach trips down for the day from Middlesbrough or the many hen and stag do's, Dracula parties, Goths and Steampunks that are usually filling up the small fishing village pubs.
Tonight was a cold one, 24th December. I'd walked down into the shelter of the quayside from the West Cliff, an Edwardian extension to the fishing port where we had a holiday home.
The was pub decorated simply with just a tree with lights and baubles sat next to a cosy fire, not roaring, but imbuing the room with a warmth and glow, a real fire, not a gaseous, show off fake fire; all flame and no heat. The sound of the logs sparking and cracking adding to the charm of the place in the melee of locals chatting and guffawing.
I nursed my pint, happy to have got a nod from the barman recognising me as a quasi local, an oft visitor. I sat on a table at the end of the row in the corner, by the door, listening to the conversations.
The music suddenly got louder, Pat the landlady says
`oh I blooody love this song!'
As the bells rang out, and Chris Rea's deep voice crooned:
I'm driving home for Christmas, Oh, I can't wait to see those faces I'm driving home for Christmas, yeah Well, I'm moving down that line. . .
The door opened, the cold draft wafting in.
I saw him, he is about 20 I'd guess but hard to tell, he`s slight, square faced, with an easy smile. He walked in first and in followed an older guy, his dad, no, it's got to be his grandpa or an old uncle. Their faces familiar somehow.
I'd come on my own, my partner was at home getting the house ready for Christmas and his bloody family. It's about a couple of hours drive away. We'd had an almighty row, he's the perfectionist and I was banished for my bah humbug' and whatever' attitude. I'll drive across the moors tomorrow, the roads will be quiet.
I watched the lad walk across the room, he's stood at the bar, waiting patiently. I watch his arse cheeks flex in his tight jeans, his hands shoved in his front pockets stretching the denim. I imagined him as a puppet dancing on strings. He ordered,
`We don't do tankards, will glasses be OK?' said Col the barman, used to all sorts of requests from Goths abd Steampunkers. The lad walked back with two pints of beer. The older bloke had sat on the next table to me.
The supped his pint and as he did, our eyes met, his twinkled somehow, as if he was smiling whilst drinking, his grin hidden.
He put the glass down and nodded a `how do?',
I nodded back as he wiped the froth from his lip on the back of his hand.
`It's a cold one tonight, it's a clear sky too, good for navigating by the stars, we've already seen some shooters and the northern lights, way off haven't we Da',
He said, I was trying to place his accent, and before I could reply his grandpa started talking about something or other in what sounded like Norse or Danish. They huddled together, deep in quiet conversation. Two more guys came in abd joined them and they hugged extravagantly.
Through the gaps in the foursomes heads I could see the lad looking at me, watching, then he'd interject in their conversation and they'd laugh.
His grandpa finished his pint and the lad got up, he nodded to me almost imperceptibly as my eyes watched him walk to the bar, following his cute arse cheeks, his head nodding as he ordered and then said something to the landlord and he departs for the gents toilet.
I got up and followed. I opened the door, he was stood at the centre urinal of three, he looked about to start his flow. He turned to look at me, his mischievous face grinning, his dark eyes twinkling again.
That is brave, manly etiquette knows you never make eye contact, always take the outer urinals and never stand alone in the centre.
If only the centre one is free, and you're with blokes you don't know, then you take a pee in the stall leaving the door open. the exception is if you're with mates, where standing three in a row is the norm, if you chicken out and go in a stall they'll call you shy boy' or laugh and say you've must've got a woody'.
No one ever stands at the middle urinal alone.
I stood at his side and flipped mine out, he looked at mine, me at his and then we looked up at each others faces.
He smiled, `I've seen you before in here haven't I?',
`I've seen you somewhere for sure, just can't remember where. I never forget a face', I said,
`Or a cock?' he replied laughing.
`First time I've clocked that', I said.
`Like it?',
I looked up from his cock to his head,
`Yeah, nice package',
`Likewise' he said.
He shook and whipped his back in, I copied. The toilet door opened and a guy came in,
`Bart' the guy said acknowledging him, Bart nodded back, acknowledging, no conversation, that would be too gay, breaking the strict rules of the men's room.
Bart waited at the bar until his beer was poured and he picked up his two pints and I queued to order.
His grandpa was now sat in a four at the table, Bart's seat was taken.
`You sit with your pal, we'll sort dad out tonight', said the guy sat in his seat, his accent stronger, a sing song voice.
Bart said, `thanks Com',
The dominoes board was laid out and the four started to play Fives and Threes.
Bart sat close to me, his warmth exuding on one side of me, I shuffled closer to him on the pretext to let someone else sit down on the long bench seat,
`Cosy!' The guy from the bogs said grinning at Bart and I as he went to the bar,
He came back with three pints, and put two down at our table and went back to his seat,
`from Da' he says,
We sup our pints, chatting, the buzz from the alcohol breaking down my resistance. His face is turned towards mine constantly, his smile, his attentiveness, his listening, responding, someone who's actually fucking interested in me and what I have to say, me who must be 20 or so years older than him.
I get two more pints, I turn from the bar and one of the blokes is talking to Bart, whispering in his ear, I see Bart nod.
`Everything alright?'
I say as he takes the pint out of my hand, he takes a big gulp,
`Yeah, just my cuz, Bern, saying they'll take care of Da, I'm sure they fucking will, they'll fleece him at dominoes and he'll buy every round. But hey, I get a night off, and I get you',
He squeezed my knee. My turn to take a big gulp. Fuck, he's gorgeous. We are in a hurry now. Both supping quickly. We bash the glasses down together, wipe our frothy lips in sync and rise off the seats instinctively and head for the door.
I see Com give a thumbs up. Bart does the same.
We get outside, my mind is racing, fuck I need supplies, I think.
`I need supplies, you know, unless you've got any on you',
He shook his head, `fuck I should've bought some from the machine in the toilets', I say,
He giggles `Yeah, sure, my Cuz would've knocked your lights out if he thought you were gonna, you know, he thinks we're going on a pub crawl, a bender',
`He says we've earned it tonight, so many fucking parcels delivered',
`Yeah, everyone orders on-line these days',
`Tell me about it', he says and links in my arm
and we walk to the big Co-op, lit like a beacon amid the dark car park.
I buy a small jar of Vaseline from the baby section, and at the till I ask for a 12 pack of Durex and half's of rum and whiskey from the rack behind the cashier.
The young lad on the till looks at me and grins, I expect he's seen worse purchases.
Nice Christmas jumper mate' says Bart, I love the reindeer',
Thanks says the bored cashier
`You want a bag?', I shake a no,
I pay and jam the bottles in my coat pockets and the johnnys and lube in my trouser pockets.
We walk towards the pier, the sky is clear, the festoon seaside lights attacking the dark and the cold. He hugs in close, I wrap my arm around him as we stride out, almost running towards the cobbled, sandy, steep slipway. The beach ahead of us, the sea at low tide, the sand lit up by the lights and the shops and cafes, the edge by the sea wall in shadow causing a dark passageway before the golden sand.
We walk a few steps along the beach in the blackness. The high sea wall at our side, the odd puddle of seawater on the liminal space between concrete and sand wetting our shoes, making us laugh and hop crablike, shouting `fuck' and laughing, the alcohol working its magic.
He grabs my shoulders and pushes me back against the dark, damp, cold stone wall and he kisses me, holding my face, pressing his warm body into mine, grinding his clothed flesh into mine. His thick, youthful lips hot on mine, his tongue at my teeth, opening me up, delving in, his hands feeling my pecs, my shoulders, my biceps, my belly, my cock.
He breaks off, my eyes now adjusted to the dark, his eyes smiling,
`You're quite fit for an oldie', he says, pinching my love handles.
My turn now to turn him and push him against the stone wall. I kiss him, I'm in charge, my tongue circling his in his mouth, deep, my hard cock stabbing him through the material separating us, my hand gripping his arse cheeks, feeling his warm globes, then tracing my hand up and down his hard shaft as he copies, feeling my shaft, thicker, fatter, longer than his.
I thought you were packed when I saw you pissing, that's a bonus, I likes em big',
He was flattering me.
He felt into my coat `mmm booze, let's have a swig',
He pulled me along the beach staying out of view, by the wall, as it curved around we suddenly felt rocks, ah the cliff has started now.
I needed a piss badly, the four pints swirling in me, aching for release.
I unzipped and stood, looking at the wall and let my stream flow, Bart joined me,
`Oh I was bursting' I said,
`Yeah you can't beat a good piss' said Bart,
as he swished his jet up and down the wall, I felt the backsplash on my hands as I held mine still, just pissing out a copious stream, the steam rising in the cold Advent air.
I looked up, the brash lights of the promenade on our left and the darkness of the cliff face to our right and staring up, the light haze of the town above us fading to a black starlit night.
We tidied away and walked on hand in hand, after a while the town lights now faded, the rocks jutted out of the cliff and at the base was a small cave, washed out by a thousand tides.
We sat on a boulder in the dark and leant against the cave hollow staring at the waves, the ocean slate grey, the waves a mass of dancing white stripes as they broke and rushed in running up, coating the virgin sand with the frothy, salty sea.
I cracked open the top off the bottle and he took a swig and coughed. I copied, needing another buzz, WTF am I doing, I thought.
Mmm that feeling as it warms your throat' he said, like something else that warms my throat',
I took another swig and screwed on the top, needing the buzz badly. He unbuttoned my jeans and popped open the buttons on my fly, I felt the cold wind on my shaft and belly, my nuts were still trapped below, warm in their fabric lair.
He bent and dribbled spit on my cock and gripped me, feeling my girth, running his hand up, pushing and pulling my foreskin over the crown, bunching it up and pulling it tight down. Hurting.
We paused to kiss and I unzipped him, I plunged my mouth over his cockhead, the smell, faintly pissy then the beautifully musky, deep smell, his aroma, a delightful, delicate mix of sweat, arse musk, pine needles and testosterone.
He let go of my cock, to grip my head and move me up and down his shaft, the ripples of his hard cock veins on my soft lips turning me on more. My cock pulsing and swaying out in the cold air.
He pulled me off him,
`Did you get any protection?' He asks, expectantly, hurried.
`Yeah, in my pocket'. We stood.
I felt his hands delve into my trousers, my cock at 60 degrees, rampant, bobbing hot, his sticking out of his zipper, horizontal, pale white in the dark, a tuft of black hair around the base poking out, natural, sexy.
He pulled out the pack,
`Twelve, that's six each, what are you a fucking sex maniac?', he laughed at his boldness,
Six each, mm that's a good start I thought, give and take.
`And lube, a bit old fash but it works' he grinned at the small tub of petroleum jelly.
We kissed and, as I felt his soft lips and his smooth face our hands got down to practicalities, I undid his buttons and freed his cock, running my palm over his risen nuts and cupped his balls, my fingers making them dance, feeling his throbbing cockhead on my wrist, wet with my saliva and his salty emissions.
He undid the packet in his teeth and I watched as he pushed the rubber down over his turgid member, he played with the teat, flicking it making sure the rubber went all the way down, the white ring visible at the very base.
`You're a big lad' I said, he smiled at the compliment,
and I gripped his cock, the latex slippy on his hard, hot shaft.
He pulled my pants low to my knees, the cold on my arse cheeks felt exhilarating, my balls fallen, exposed now, swinging in the cold breeze between us.
He opened the small tub and got a silky, silvery blob on his finger and I turned. He jabbed his finger at my arse, smearing up my crack, sinking into my soft pucker. I gripped it tight.
`Fuck, ease off, your arse will bite my cock in two',
`It's been a while' I say,
`Lucky me then',
I feel his throbbing dick at my gate, sticky with the jelly, he pushes in,
I breathe out rapidly as he pushes in,
`Fuck you're tight, my cocks fucking bending, ease off',
I bore down, grimacing as I willed my arse to open wider, it did and he slid in, his hard head opening me up, I grimaced, fuck don't moan you'll scare him off, oh fuck that feeling, oh that searing, stabbing pain like my skin is going to tear, he pauses, I can feel his pulse through his cock in my arse, clashing with mine, a different beat, a new rhythm.
`Fuck, that's tight, not had an arse as tight as yours since Elf training corps', he said
The pain eased and I felt a prickle of hair on my arse. He pushed in more, pressing his body into mine',
He hesitated,
'Oh fuck, i'm close. I know If I pull back I'll cum' he said,
I rise up half standing, he pushes his hands up my shirt and pulls me in tight, we turn and still coupled we shuffle back the foot or so to the rocks and he sits slowly down on the boulder, I fall to sit on his knees,
`Oh yeah, ride me cowboy',
His hands are on my ribs, cold but warming under my shirt and jumper,
I lift off a little, as he groans, this is better for me, I can judge my pain and make him last longer, keeping that gorgeous full feeling till the inevitable.
I ride him slowly lifting off more and more, longer strokes, so slow. He moans as his cockhead grazes my inner, the friction lessened through the latex, making him last longer. He's getting impatient wanting to thrust up into me as I lift my weight off him. I let him fuck away fast then slowly lower so restricting his thrusts until we are so close, so coupled. He's moaning in my ear, squeezing my nips, keeping his hands warm.
I'm not bothered what state my cock is in, I'm in heaven, a full arse and a beautiful boy, nay young man, 20 he says, he's dainty, he might be younger, might be older? Who cares?
I lift off and his onslaught begins again, I sense his breathing change and I stay still, letting him fuck me to his release, he shoots, grunts and I lower down his shaft, feeling his nuts pulse out their load as he grips my soft shaft pumping me, he slips out. I kneel before him and smell his cock, wrapped in the sheath, the tip full of his youth, white. I try not to nip his soft skin as I pull it off and empty it onto the sand then with my heel, I drop it into the indent and cover it over, lost to the waves.
I push my interested but soft cock away into my jeans and bend to sort Bart out. I have one last suckle on Bart's soft sticky cock, the faint smell of piss replaced by a latex rubbery smell and a faint whiff of a pine forest. I zipper his beauty away, saving it for later.
I pass the booze and we take a swig. We walk up one of the sloping paths to the top of West Cliff. We walk down a side street to the apartment, tucked away. I open the doors and we are in.
I walk into the lounge, get two glasses and push Bart into the bedroom.
`Mmm nice and warm in here', he says,
`Underfloor heating',
I say as I pull his jumper off over his head, his shirt goes with it, his arms upright, revealing his pits, two shocks of jet black hair amid the pale alabaster body, I pinch his tiny nips and get them hard, rubbery, the jumper covering his face, he giggles, I undo his jeans and pull them down, his undies stay put. He pulls off the jumper and eases his shoes off and lets his jeans fall and kicks them away, bending to pull off his socks. His back curved, his spine like a rack of bones disappearing into his flesh and reappearing as three little nodules under his nape.
`Come on old man, hurry up, what are you staring at?'
I take out the Durex and the Vaseline and reach over to put them on the nightstand.
As I reach over he pulls me down onto him and the bed, he undresses me, after a fashion, kissing and rolling me over on the bed mainly, I'm disheveled and horny.
I stand and strip quickly, pulling my jumper and shirt off in one. He whistles through his teeth, I lift up my legs and remove my shoes and shook them off, unbuckle my belt and undo my top button, my pants fall, I pull them off. Naked apart from my stretch trunks.
He whistles and looks me over, laid back on the bed, he motions his fingers for me to twirl, I comply.
Tasty' he says you're a fit fucker, you should wear tighter clothes, you'd be chasing the horny lads off',
`Oh yeah?' I laugh.
`Deffo' he says as he rises.
We stand, he's shorter than me, narrower than me, younger than me. He throws his arms around my neck and looking up at me he brings his lips in, his eyes close and we kiss. My arms bring him in close on his arse cheeks. I plunge them down his briefs, feeling his smooth, hairless arse cheeks, so warm.
I delve my hands towards his pucker, my fingers probing lower, he stands a little wider and pulls his ass back, allowing me to stretch his briefs lower, they're snagging on his dick, I pull the fabric over and his cock snaps out, swinging north and he kicks the pants off. He goes for my trunks and lowers them out over my cock and yanks them down, I kick them off, he looks and gasps, then with both hands grips my shaft,
`Fuck you're huge' he says.
Now, I know I'm not huge, just bigger than him, but heck it's his fantasy not mine.
I nod and slap my dick in my palm. He falls back on the bed. I look at him naked, laid out, for the first time.
His black hair, his blue eyes, his alabaster skin, his narrow shoulders, curved with muscle somehow that ripple on his shoulders, then his pecs, like saucers with tiny cherries set on small brown discs, not central but two thirds the way down.
His pecs curve to a central valley that travels from his huge knuckle of an Adam's apple, through the valley formed by his clavicles, down past his pecs and stops at a small hillock that form his upper abs. My tracing finger tickles him and he crunches his abs, the fleeting rack softens as I lift an arm and burrow my nose into his dark sweaty pits. The acrid smell intoxicating, he lifts his other arm and I lick up the sweat with my broad tongue.
I swallow and growl theatrically, watching him laugh, his abs crunching beautifully.
I kiss them as they show, like a whack-a-mole. I avoid his shaft, hard, skin pulled down, his purple red glans showing, his tight frenulum band exposed. I focus on his bush, his black unkempt tangle either side of his cock trunk laid pointing at his chin.
I spit kiss his tight band and continue down his shaft, light kisses. I make spit and drool it down like frosting, his nuts, smooth against his massively hairy groin, like pale white eggs set in a bushy nest.
I kiss them both then suckle each one in turn, rolling one in between my fingers as I suck the other. He's groaning, his precum spewing.
`My turn' he says. I rise off, my buzz dissipating and take a big swig from the flask, I pass it to him, he sits up and takes a swig and coughs.
`Lightweight',
I say and he pulls me down on the bed and we wrassle, naked, fuck he's strong, I'll bet he's a bantam weight. I put my arm between his legs, feeling his ass cheeks grip my wrist. I turn him over, he trusts his groin out and he bounces me then turns me, on my back pressing me by my shoulders. I relax and let him explore, he's sucking my sparse hairs under my arms, pinching my nips, prodding me,
`You got a great Dad bod' he says,
`Is that what you like?', I say,
`Fuck yeah, always have'
He swung around and we 69'd, I wanted to get at his hole, he obliged, turning slightly, raising a leg.
`Oh fuck, you're just perfect', I meweled. My heart leapt as I heard him sigh.
I started at his belly button, he put his finger in and broddled out the fluff and I licked it out, he giggled as I tickled him lightly, he begged me to stop, his taut frame writhing, flexing, my cock grew even harder.
I kissed his scraggy treasure trail down to his pubes, I ran my nose on the scruffy border between mass of pubes and his lower abs, soft now, my tongue following on behind, lapping up his odour. I traveled lower, pressing my nose tight in his hairy groin to his ballsack, hanging, banging on my face, his nuts pulsing up, tight in their bag, the orbs rising and falling, warm onto my chin as I licked them, my nose heading for heaven, sticky musk forest heaven, to his pucker.
I parted his cute cheeks, his crack a little hairy, dense from his perineum to his hole, a guard of honor of hairs lapping like a wreath around his brownish pucker.
He giggled, `what you doing around there?',
I think you know, I thought,
I let a drool fall onto his crack, bulls eye, the drool ran down coating his pucker. I arrowed my tongue and delved in. I felt him tense and jump, then relax as I administered my punishment on his soft spot, licking around in circles, lapping over watching it wink and pulse, then pushing my tongue hard into the soft tissue, feeling it part a little for the invader.
I munched down, making noises, my five o'clock shadow cheeks bristled against his softness, he farted, a delicate pfft of air, fuck my cock leapt.
`Oops' he laughed quietly,
`Occupational hazard',
I said and breathed his musk in as I rediscovered his balls, suckling them, pulling his cock through to suck the sticky oozing salty slit, my finger tapping lightly on his pucker.
My finger entered, his strong muscles clamped hot around the invader.
'mmm' I mewled, `you're so fucking hot, your driving me wild here',
`Are you going to fuck me?' he said,
`Only if you want me to, scouts honour', I said,
`Oh yeah, I'll take your dick any day',
`Remember, I can probably only cum once, whereas you',
`Yeah I cum often and in bucket loads, hard luck old man', he grinned, triumphant at his youth,
Au Contraire' I said, I'm the lucky one here'.
I circled my finger up his arse, his muscles tight and warm, pressing around my finger, the air filled with his musk and this fit lad's testosterone. I found his prostate, there right under his cock where it should be. I tapped it and felt his cock pulse.
`Come on old man, it's time I fucked you', he said,
`Yeah, baby, I agree, but you'll get your go, after I've had more fun with you, you won't regret it',
`Don't you fucking baby me, I'm as horny as hell and want to get off now',
Bart was cross, prodding his dick in my face,
`Oh you will, just relax and let me engineer your highest high and deepest orgasm, ever'.
I took his cock and balanced it on my tongue tip, it hovered in space, a bead of precum emitted, glistened and burst, running onto my tongue tip.
I looked up, his face pensive, his cock beating with his heart.
I snapped my lips around his shaft and with my hands on his waist I walked him back slowly towards the bed, all the time attacking his glans, digging my tongue into the narrowing shaft under the rim.
He took the flask and swigged, I took it and left my mouthful swishing around and I bathed his cock head in the alcohol and spit. Pulling off I swallowed and blew air onto his shaft, the alcohol cooling, stinging almost,
`Fuck' he wailed, his hands were flying toward his dick,
I pressed them down, immobile as his shaft thrashed about on his belly, soft then tightening as he beat his head against the pillow.
I held him softly, my thumbs on his glans, pressing gently, rhythmically, he sat up, I straddled him, our cocks almost touching, I kissed him as I pulsed his cock gently, he breathed in twice maybe three short breaths on top of each other and groaned out slowly as his cock spewed out his cum, the plumes shooting high up our bodies. we kept kissing and I pushed him back onto the bed, his dick still hard, pulsing, short spurts now, dribbles really.
I licked each rope from its source up his body and kissed his white, thick, cottage cheese like spunk into his mouth before it watered, as he recovered, laughing at me, continuing methodically until he was clean. I showed him my white tongue and swallowed the last mouthful of his load. We shared the rest of the flask, running the liquor around in our mouths, cleaning away the cum breath.
I slapped my cock on my palm,
`My turn', I said, whilst you er recover, you'll be ready to fuck me stupid by the time I've finished fucking you',
`I can't wait for both, got anymore booze?' He said,
I got the second flask, cracked the top and took a swig, the taste different but having the same effect.
`Let me help you' Bart said, taking a swig and my cock in his mouth, running the alcohol around my glans, his tongue following.
He was certainly helping me get harder, I went for the rubbers and the lube,
He shook his head, `I want to feel you all',
`You sure?',
He nodded,
I took a blob of Vaseline and ran my index finger into him, he lifted his legs high and held them back, his face beaming at me, he was almost laughing,
`Fuck look at the size of that, you'll never get it in, you'll split me in fucking two',
he laughed, turned on more at the thought. I play acted for him, bashing it into his cheeks, smearing my slit up the side of his nose, prodding about his face as he giggled and writhed, his anus ring clamped around my finger, so hot, so tight.
I continued with my finger work, now a second finger was deep in. I pushed his hole wider, he moaned, I pulled out and wiped the sticky Vaseline and his natural juices around my glans, the smell getting me harder again.
He swung his legs on my shoulders and I waddled in closer on my knees, I leant forward, bending him almost double as my cock rested at his sticky pucker. He lifted his head high, crunching his abs and threw his arms about my neck and we kissed, as we made out, my cock was slowly parting his pucker, the wreath of hairs guarding his entrance now plastered down with lube, useless.
I felt him part a little, he made a noise as we continued to kiss, as I took the plunge my tongue invaded him, he couldn't breath and was panting, he broke off, his eyes glassy, he grimaced and bore down and I suddenly felt him yield.
I slipped in, my cock rock hard, I felt I could lift him off the bed, impaled on my cock. I rose up and almost beat my chest, oh what a feeling, this fit lad wrapped around my pole, so soft and warm, his pussy ass for me to fuck, all for my pleasure.
I assumed the press up position, my arms taut as I pulled out, daring to go further, right at my limit, his ring wrapped tight around my glans, then slowly opening him up and plunging in deep, our skin touching warm at the buffers, my pubes tickling his arse, my nuts squashed deep as I rammed in further, his soft skin yielding til it was bone on bone.
Bart grinned through the pleasure and winced at the pain as I rocked myself to oblivion. I slowed the onslaught, I was close, he lifted his body up, has arms wrapped tight around my neck, his arse lifted off the bed, his legs wrapped around my waist, he was floating, we were still connected, I fucked him slowly building up to my crescendo as with one final push, my leg started to judder and my load filled his arse. He gently lowered to the bed as I continued to pump him like an automaton, like a steam hammer, till I collapsed, falling forward, crying into his shoulder at my release.
I felt his cock, a hot pole searing on my thigh.
`You fell asleep old man'.
I rolled off him, he was ready, gripping his cock, I knelt on all fours and he sank in, and he jackhammered one out up my arse.
He slapped my arse cheeks, took a swig of the whiskey and shared it with me in a kiss, I was getting hard again,
`Mmm look who's lively, that little sleep did you good',
Bart wiggled his arse at me and I copied, him moaning as I too jackhammered his hole, unceremoniously, I pulled out and he knelt up as I beat my spunk out over his elfin face, his eyes dancing as the plumes shot. I shot the load of a 20 year old.
I pushed him back on the bed and licked up my load. He pulled up the covers.
We slept.
I awoke, with a tap at the window, Bart got up,
`Shit I'm late' he said,
He put the light on to find his clothes, the empty 12 packet, the lube, the booze, used johnnys strewn around. The sheets a cummy, streaky mess.
He dressed quickly, in his green Christmas jumper, his green pants, his pointy shoes and red hat, his cheeks a rosy glow.
Was he wearing these last night, it was dark and we were pissed.
He stood and opened the curtains and waved at the window, he opened the latch and climbed out, the curtains billowing.
I called `wait, don't go',
I stood at the window, naked and watched the sleigh, I could make out the old man sat in the back, his helper now at his side, he turned and blew me a kiss, then the sled sped off, disappearing in a second, on a wave of glitter and starlight that whooshed past me, around the room and out into the night air, making me spin around in its wake.
I closed the window, pulled on the curtains and looked around the room, no condoms, no booze, my clothes neatly folded, the sheets all clean.
I took a long, hot shower, I cleaned under my foreskin, and smelt my finger, that pine musky smell of his arse invaded my nostrils.
I locked the apartment and texted my bloke,
I'm driving home for Christmas, I can't wait to see your faces, I'm driving home for Christmas, yeah Well, I'm moving down that line. . .
The End
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