This is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of consensual sex between adult men. Please do not read it if it is unlawful for you to do so for any reason.
This story is dedicated to 007, the spy who loved me.
All My Favorite Holiday Hits By Jason Rime
I spent last year mostly home, mostly alone, and mostly in my own head. Don't get me wrong, I'm a loner Dottie. But even for me, combining too much time alone with a recent divorce was an unhealthy combination. My solitude started feeling oppressive by the time last year's holiday season was in full swing. My life was forever changed when I decided to grab a ticket to the local chamber orchestra's holiday extravaganza.
I've always loved Christmas. Even during a traumatic youth, when everything was fraught with emotional peril, Christmas was special. My happiest memories of childhood were laying in my bed, my bedroom lit from the reflection of streetlights off the snow outside, anticipating that magic day. My perspectives have changed as an adult, of course. But now I've come to think of Christmas as the Las Vegas of holidays, shiny and frenetic, a winter season coked up and ready to party!
From Black Friday until bedtime on Christmas day is what I think of as Christmas music season. Yeah, you can listen to anything anytime, I know it's the 21st century. But I don't like to feel that Christmas is stepping on Thanksgiving's toes, and I'm ready to put Christmas to bed by the time it's all over. During that month though, that musical sweet spot, I'm all about the Christmas tunes. The creme de la creme? Holiday pops. So yeah, when I saw the chamber orchestra was planning a big show I hopped all over it.
It was the best decision I made last year. They play in one of the smaller theaters in the city, but it's a beautifully restored building, art deco down to the core. Decorated for Christmas, live tree in the lobby, ushers in Santa hats, just stepping foot inside was enough to put me in the holiday spirit. I settled into my seat and killed some time with my phone idly listening to the musicians warming up on stage. Finally the lights went down and I put my phone away. Then, I saw him.
The audience burst into applause when the conductor took the stage and my jaw dropped. The program said his name was Max Beckenbauer, born in Vienna, and he looked like Jason Statham's jolly little brother. He strolled to his podium with a spring in his step and all the confidence in the world. He was wearing a Santa suit.
"Welcome everyone and happy holidays!" His voice was a rich tenor with only the slightest hint of an accent, just enough to add a little extra zing. My pulse accelerated and my cock stirred. I could barely hear him discussing the evening's program over the sound of my own racing heart. Ordinarily I like to watch the musicians during a performance, but that night I only had eyes for Max. His movements were exuberant, joyful, and vibrant. My dick grew harder and harder as I imagined him working my shaft with the same energy he used to conduct the orchestra.
That night I purchased season tickets for the following year, visions of Max in his Santa suit dancing through my mind like sugar plums. Laying in bed, I jerked my cock imagining myself balls deep inside him as he held the reins to Santa's sleigh. My balls were completely emptied by the time I finally fell asleep that night.
I haven't missed a single performance this year. The orchestra has real talent and their programs have been excellent, but the music has simply been a soundtrack to the Max Beckenbauer show. Each night I was mesmerized by his energy and passion. Seeing his joy and excitement was intoxicating and arousing. He made me want to waltz down the aisle of the theater with a throbbing hard on. No mean feat, I assure you.
In September all season ticket holders received an invitation to the orchestra's annual holiday party fundraiser. After this year's holiday show the fundraising committee was reserving McIntyre's, the best piano bar in the city, to host an evening with the orchestra. Max was to be the guest of honor. I had my credit card in hand before I even finished reading the email.
I went through several boxes of tissues over the next few months as I counted down, but finally the big day arrived. Just like last year, Max took to the podium in his Santa suit. I'd spent hours watching and studying him by this point, but I was still enthralled by how incredibly sexy he was. My cock throbbed and my balls ached while I watched him conduct his players. I laughed when I thought how much I'd like to feed this Santa milk and cookies.
The show seemed to last 9 hours. It was good, when I managed to tune in, but I was palpably relieved when it was over. There was a 30 minute gap between the end of the performance and the start of the meet and greet. McIntyre's was only a few minutes walk from the theater, and I thought about sneaking into the theater's restroom to jerk off and relieve some of my anxiety. Instead I slipped out of the theater to take a walk around the block so the cold air could clear my head and calm my aching dick.
I entered the bar about 10 minutes before the meet and greet was supposed to officially start. A few of the musicians were already there, chatting amongst themselves. A few were still sporting their formal wear, a few had changed into casual clothes, and the bar already had the air of people simply wanting to relax and unwind. That relaxed vibe helped ease my tension even more and I went to the bar to grab a drink.
Sitting at the bar, drink in hand, I pulled out my phone to check my messages. I was sending a quick reply to a friend when a familiar, Austrian accented voice behind me said "Well, it's our biggest fan! Merry Christmas!"
I froze as surely as if someone had flipped a switch. My mouth turned into a desert in an instant. I felt as though I were a child caught somewhere they shouldn't be and I could feel the color drain from my face. I somehow managed to swivel the stool to face him.
"Hello! I'm Max!" he held out his hand. "Are you feeling alright?"
It seems pretentious to say I was gobsmacked, but there's no better way to describe the speechless, deer in the headlights panic I was experiencing.
"Oh! Yes! Sorry, I was just in my own world for a minute there!" I shook his hand. His grip was firm and his hand was larger than I expected it to be. I wondered what else might be larger than I expected.
Max turned out to be one of those guys who could carry a conversation easily while leaving space for others to speak. He put me at ease quickly and we began to banter as though we'd known each other for years. He had a charming dry wit and he swept me along with him as he mingled, introducing me to members of the orchestra and starting conversations with other patrons.
People trickled in and then began to trickle out. Max never left my side. As the night wore on, I found him standing closer and closer to me. When he put his arm around my shoulders I breathed him in and he smelled like pine and leather. It took all my willpower to keep my cock in check.
"Max! Max!" one of the violinists - George maybe? - called out, pointing at the piano. "Come on you ham, you know you want to!"
Max laughed, took my elbow, and led me to the piano. He took an exaggerated sweeping bow, then sat.
"The request line is now open!" Max proclaimed, much to the delight of everyone. Someone yelled Here Comes Santa Claus and Max belted out a version that would have had Gene Autry tipping his hat. More requests were shouted out and Max nailed them all. Walking In a Winter Wonderland, Marshmallow World, even Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.
Time flies when you're having fun and this night was no exception. At last it was just me, Max, and a bartender wiping down the bar.
"Time for one more - what'll it be?" Max asked. I considered my options.
"Oh Holy Night?" I suggested. He nodded and began. Maybe it was the song, or maybe because it was just us, but I closed my eyes and let myself be lost in his rich tenor. I relaxed and let my tension melt as his voice lifted me.
When the final note was finished, I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. Max stood from the piano and took a step towards me. Without a word he kissed me, gently at first, but more firmly as I kissed back. We wrapped our arms around each other and pressed our bodies together, our breathing becoming heavy, our tongues in each others' mouths.
"Hey, uh, guys? I have to lock up now... " The bartender looked a little embarrassed. Without a word, Max took my hand and led me out of the bar.
We went back to my place. Standing in my living room, we shared that exquisitely tense calm before the storm when everything is slow and quiet. Then, like a crashing wave, we came together, our mouths devouring one another. My tongue down his throat I reached behind him and squeezed his ass with both hands.
Our mouths were locked together as we fumbled to my bedroom. Our clothes hit the floor and we were in my bed in the blink of an eye. He had a swimmer's body, lean and muscular, broad at the shoulders and narrow at the waist. His pubic hair was short and neatly trimmed as I discovered when I kissed my way from his chest to his hard cock.
I slipped the head of his cock into my mouth and even his moans of pleasure were musical. He ran his long fingers through my hair as I took him deeper and deeper. I looked up and made eye contact before he closed his eyes and I began to move my head up and down. I thought my own cock would explode from the excitement of finally being able to suck the cock of the man I'd lusted after for the past year.
I slipped him out of my mouth and held his cock against his belly. His balls replaced his cock in my mouth and he began to writhe. He fisted my hair and I could tell he was on the edge. I turned him to the side a little so I could move from his balls to his amazing ass. I licked from his balls to his tailbone and back before moving my tongue to his tight hole. I gave his balls a gentle squeeze as I rimmed him.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" He called out. I was beyond ready for him. I took a quick squirt of lube from the tube on my nightstand and stroked some onto my cock and onto his tight asshole. I knelt between his legs and slowly began easing into him. He began to buck his hips immediately fucking me back. Leaning forward to kiss him I could feel his cock throb against my belly.
Our earlier flirtation was gone, replaced by animal lust. I pounded deep into him, grunting wildly. His hands were out to the side fisting the sheets, his eyes rolled back into his head. I grabbed his cock and began to jerk him in time with my thrusts. I was so close, ready to explode, but I wanted him to cum with me. I fucked him hard, fast and deep, and just as I started to cum he did too. My hot load filled him as he fired his sticky ropes all over both of us. We both froze like statues as our bodies locked with the pleasure of our orgasms. At last I collapsed on top of him.
"Now I'm your biggest fan!" he gasped.
"I just can't wait to see what you can really do with that baton, conductor."