Author Lake Sinclair
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"Storm Chaser" Chapter 32
Christmas approached quickly Christmas Eve morning Mike, Mrs. Sanders and Beverly all met Lizzie at her diner to do their annual cooking. They had all contributed to the menu and were cooking large meals for four of the families in the community that needed help. They usually cooked for three families but there was an additional one that had lost everything during one of the tornadoes. Stuart and Carl were available to deliver the meals and a few toys they had collected when everything was complete.
With the menu for the other families of ham, turkey, dressing, different vegetables, assorted casseroles and a selection of desserts non of the group wanted that for Christmas. Everyone had been invited for supper on Christmas day at Mike and Stuarts. The group had drawn names and had a fifty dollar limit on the gifts. Mike had taken a couple of additional gifts from the store just in case they had extra guests. Mr. Sanders, Carl and Nick were smoking two beef briskets for Christmas supper. Everyone else had their assigned dish to bring.
If men could get pregnant there would be a baby boom the next September. Christmas Eve was busy in all the households. Mike had to laugh at one point when he went out for some firewood and could hear Lance practically screaming as Doug was having his way with his body. An hour later Mike lay in front of the fire on his stomach with his arms stretched out above his head. Stuart had gone out to his truck and heard Lance's screams. He held Mike's hands above his head with one hand and his other was under Mike's waist as he bit into the back of Mike's neck and vibrated as his cock unloaded deep inside Mike. Both men were sweating from the hard pounding Stuart delived and Mike received. Stuart felt like he could go on all night until Mike's ass ring clamped down on his cock as he sprayed his load, hands free, into the sheet below him.
Christmas morning came slowly in most houses. Carl and Kurt went to a late family Christmas breakfast and Beverly and her husband went for lunch with his family. The evening at Mike and Stuart's would not begin until six so the rest had most of the day to enjoy their Christmas Day together. Rigs thought that no one could be enjoying theirs as much as him. "What do we have here ?" Brody said as he looked at the stuffed bull in the middle of the living area. Moments later Brody came into the room wearing just a pair of leather chaps. As he walked past Rigs he took his fingers and ran it up Rig's naked, hairy ass and up over his shoulder then down his hairy chest until he wrapped his fingers around Rig's growing cock. "Just a small part of your Christmas present." Brody said.
AS Brody walked to the bull, Rigs noticed the red ribbon with a bow attached that was taped to the chaps. "Merry fucking Christmas to me." Rigs said as he grabbed Brody and spun him around and pulled him to his chest. The deep but slow and passionate kiss left Brody almost gasping for air. "With all these animals we are collecting what are we going to name our kittle sex ranch ? " Rigs whispered. "Cowboy up." Brody whispered. "Cowboy up ?" Brody said with a puzzled look. "Yep, cowboy up. When you see me naked and see these animals this cowboy better be up." Brody said reaching down and squeezing Rig's now hard cock. "Cowboy up it is. This cowboy is already up." Brody said before resuming the passionate kiss.
Rigs pushed them backward until they reached the bull. He slowly turned Brody around and guided him down until he lay on his stomach on top of the bull. Rig's cock jerked was he watched Brody reach up and grab the bull by the horns and grip them tight. Rigs got on his knees behind Brody and pulled his ass cheeks apart. He pushed the bow up to reveal the tight pink rosebud. Brody reached back to remove the bow and Rigs lightly slapped his hand. "Oh no. I like shaking my presents before I unwrap them. I plan to shake it up some now and unwrap it later so you leave my bow alone." Rigs said and lightly slapped one of Brody's bare ass cheeks causing him to squirm and moan.
Rigs had never been into rimming. He had participated over the years for the lovers that did like it but it was different with Brody. Every time Brody's ass cheeks were spread all he wanted to do was bury his face in between them. This was his Christmas present and he planned to eat until Brody had his first orgasm before sliding his aching cock in for it's reward. It took about fifteen minutes of intense rimming and Brody begging to be fucked before Brody's ass ring began to clamp down on his tongue signaling his lover was in orgasmic bliss. Rigs had already lubed his cock well with lube. He quickly moved up and pushed his cock in balls deep making Brody scream as the large cock passed his prostate in the middle of an orgasm.
Rigs began to move his cock slowly in and out of Brody's twitching ass. As he would pull completely out the twitching ring would make a low pop and a slurping sound. "That's right. Talk to daddy. Shaking this present may give me an idea as to what it is before I unwrap it later." Rigs growled. "It's yours for life, cowboy." Brody moaned. "About time for me to start taming the animals on cowboy up ranch." Rigs said as he punched his cock into Brody balls deep. Rigs smiled as he watched Brody twist the horns on the bull and moan. The bell around the bull's neck also jingled. "Even made the bull ring. Might have to do something about that bell." Brody said. "Oh no baby. When you ring his bell you also ring my bell." Brody said. For the next ten minutes Brody was not sure which was the loudest. His moans or the bull's bell ringing.
Rigs grabbed Brody around the waist and pulled him up. Rigs was still on his knees and Brody had brought the bull up with him as his back landed on Brody's hairy chest. "Ugh...ugh...ugh... ahhhhhhhhhhhh........mmmmmpphhhhhhhhh." Rigs growled in Broidy's ear and he pulled back and punched deep inside Brody's ass with every strong eruption of his cock deep in Brody. Brody lay his head back and let out a low toned shout as his cock erupted again on the back of the bull he still held tight. "Now that I have shaken my gift I can't wait to unwrap it and have my way with it." Rigs said as he flexed his still hard cock deep inside Brody causing his body to shiver.
On the other side of the wall Nick had walked down the hall to the kitchen. His large cock still slick. glistening and dripping occasionally. He and Daryl had started out in front of the Christmas tree with him buried deep inside Daryl and slowly moving partially in and out of Daryl's ass as he showed Nick each handmade ornament and explained it's meaning. For his Christmas morning orgasm he wanted his lover's arms and legs wrapped around him and be looking in his eyes as he unloaded his Christmas morning load in his lover. Daryl joined him just as the loud moans and bell ringing came from next door. "Damn are they playing jingle bells next door ?" Nick said and laughed. Daryl wrapped his arms around Nick's naked body and reached down and lightly stroked Nick's spent but slick cock. "Drink your coffee baby and then we will find some bells to ring." Daryl said. "Hmmm.. For once jingle bells sounds like fun." Nick said before turning and pulling Daryl to his tip toes and planting another deep sensual Christmas kiss.
It seemed that the entire community enjoyed a special Christmas gift. When Lizzie and Mrs. Sanders arrived at Stuart and Mike's they could tell they were in exceptionally good moods. I don't know if you would say that those two got a special Christmas gift or if it were their husbands that got the gift. Mike and Stuart could not say anything. They had the same glow. The food was scheduled to be set up in the guest house so Sturat had to make himself be known as he entered the guest house. Doug came out of the bedroom still naked. Stuart had to chuckle to himself knowing that there were Christmas gifts exchanged there too. Doug entered the room with his now semi hard cock still glistening from all the lube. "If you want anymore before tonight you better get busy. Mike and the ladies will be out here in about an hour to start setting the living and dining room for this evening. I am sure they will be using the oven too." Stuart said. "Merry Christmas to you too. I thought our company rented this. Shouldn't they check with me before they make these decisions." Doug said and smiled. "Remember who you work for. I authorized it smart ass." Stuart said causing Doug to burst out laughing.
Carl and Kurt returned from lunch with his family. Carl pulled Kurt into the house and kissed him deep and hard before the door was even closed good. Kurt's hands were busy unbuckling Kurt's jeans. "Damn baby. I thought you had already gotten your Christmas present this morning." Kurt laughed. " You keep wearing those fucking jeans and we won't make to dinner. I will be buried so deep inside you we can't go." Carl said as he bent Kurt forward over the breakfast room table. "So you like my jeans ?" Kurt said. "As long as you only wear them for me." Carl said as he hurriedly pulled the jeans over Kurt's ass. Kurt had ordered a few pair of jeans from a company that custom made jeans. The waistline was a little lower than standard jeans. The seam up the rear is designed to go inside the ass crack hugging the cheeks tightly. The sweater he was wearing barely touched the waistband of the jeans. Barely lifting his arms showed the milky white skin that made Carl instantly hard.
Kurt's jeans were down to his knees at this point and Carl reached over to take the oil bottle from the vinegar and oil canister on the table. Carl fumbled with his jeans and tried to get them unbuttoned and unzipped with one hand as he reached for the bottle with the other. As the jeans fell he took one hand and pushed the short sweater up to Kurt's shoulders. He was clumsy due to his desperation as he poured oil down the crack of Kurt's ass and on his own raging cock. The bottle rang out as it hit the glass top table. Carl leaned over Kurt's back placing his hairy chest on the bare skin. With his hips pulled back he did not have to aim at the rosebud of his desire. His raging cock was aching for its own release and did not need any guidance. Carl reached under Kurt's chest and took a nipple in each hand.
Carl pulled both nipples hard and shoved the huge cock deep inside Kurt. Kurt let out a squeal. Carl pulled his cock back out completely and before the gaping hole could begin to close he shoved it back in balls deep. "This is how much I fucking lllllooooooovvvveee... aahhhhhhh.... tthhhooosseeeeee.... ah fuck..... jeans." Carl growled as his cock expanded and began to unload another quick Christmas load deep inside Kurt. His breath would catch between shots of seed into Kurt and Kurt moaned and unloaded his own load under the table and down his jeans. "Damn baby you were horny as hell weren't you ?" Kurt whispered as Carl's cock still flexed inside him. "Watching you walk around your Aunt's house in those jeans and then you teasing me with that thin line of milky skin it took all I could do to not grab you, strip you and rape you right in front of them all." Carl said, still trying to catch his breath. "You know we have to shower before we got to Mike's now don't you ?" Kurt chuckled.
Carl lifted Kurt's feet off the floor allowing the jeans to fall free. He then wiggled his hips until his jeans were on the floor and he could step out of them without removing his still steel hard cock from Kurt. Kurt was able to slip his shoes off before Carl lifted him still impaled on his cock and started down the hallway. "What are you doing ?" Kurt moaned. "You said we had to shower and your knees felt a little weak so I figured you needed something to keep you steady." Carl said and kissed the back of Kurt's neck as they walked. "Careful on that love button in there mister or I may spray the hall too. " Kurt said. "Oh is that so ?" Carl said, stopping in the middle of the hall and lifting and lowering Kurt's body on his cock before resuming his walk to the shower.
The guests began to trickle in with their contributions to the meal. "We may need to find some cushions or pillows. " Mike whispered. "For what ?" Stuart asked. "Honey half these guys can barely walk much less sit down." Mike chuckled. "So you are saying I didn't do my job earlier ?" Stuart said. "What are you talking about ?" Mike said. "You did not include yourself. I didn't do a good enough job this morning ?" Stuart asked. "My love I can feel you still inside me but I am older than these others. I have learned how to grin and bare it." Mike laughed. " Oh no. You have issued a challenge. After they all leave I plan to fuck that tight ass all night long. Tomorrow you will only be able to stand or lay down." Stuart said.
"I look forward to it but under one condition." Mike said. "What my baby wants he gets so what is the condition ?" Stuart said. "When I do lay down tomorrow you do it with me and stretch that tight ring again." Mike said. "Challenge two accepted. Now my condition is that you get a pair of those jeans like Kurt is wearing. Doug has spent an hour trying to re adjust his cock so no one notices. Every time Kurt walks by he has to turn his back and adjust." Stuart whispered. "As long as you wear some like Carl's. Looks like Kurt got Carl a pair like his. They are almost obscene." Mike laughed. "Alright you two. There are too many here for you two to sneak off and get you some." Lizzie called out. " I hear you jealous." Stuart said. "Jealous ? Why would I be jealous ? I have a real man in there on the couch." Lizzie said. "Whatever, jealous." Stuart said and headed for the door waving his hand as to dismiss Lizzie. "I ain't done with him yet." Lizzie said. "Alright you two." Mike laughed. "He started it." Lizzie said. "I heard you jealous." Stuart called out just as he stepped out and closed the door. "I hope you got your Christmas present this morning because by the time I am done with him he won't be able to get it up." Lizzie growled. "What am I going to do with you two?" Mike laughed.
The meal was ready and Mr. Sanders blessed the food. Stuart watched the men and was not sure if they were licking their lips due to the food or from watching both Carl and Kurt. Kurt's plump ass with the seam deep between the two cheeks had all the tops drooling and the same for the bottoms with Carl's muscled bubble butt with the seam halfway in the crack. With Carl the jeans were tight enough in the right places you could practically make out the shape of the large mushroom head of his cock and the thickness of the tool even soft.
The gift giving was in the main house and brought lots of smiles and laughter. There were a couple of intentional name swaps. Daryl was determined to get the name he wanted. "Lawd have mercy. We all know who the slut in this group is. What in the world made you buy this ?" Lizzie said. When she opened her box there was an off white sheer nighty. The panties were crotchless and the bra area was cut out for the breast to come through with nipple cups that matched. " Yeah I think we can see now who it is." Daryl laughed. "Funny boy. I hope you kept the receipt so this can go back." Lizzie said. Her husband reached over and placed his hand on the box. "Thank you Daryl. I promise this will go to good use." he said. " Have you lost your mind ?" Lizzie said. Her husband leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Keep the receipt. My husband has plans for this." Lizzie said and gave a small smile. "Wow I never thought I would see Lizzie blush." Mike said. "Honey black don't blush." Lizzie said. "That's what you think." Mike said and laughed.
Mike was the next to blush when he opened his gift to find a gift certificate to the same jean company that Kurt had ordered his and Carl's jeans from. Stuart was next and received the same gift certificate. " You have to model them once you get them." Carl said and laughed. "When hell freezes or Donkey's fly." Stuart said and laughed. " We really want to see them once you get them." Kurt laughed. "Well my friend you need to want in one hand and shit in the other and see which one fills up faster." Mike said and laughed.
The most surprised were the Sanders. They had gotten individual gifts but all that were present had contributed to a fund and the group had bought passage for a two week Greek Island cruise for the couple. Mrs. Sanders had tears well up in her eyes as she looked at the cruise certificate. "We have a couple of announcements to make. They are not really gifts but they are gifts to us." Carl said. "There was suppose to be a fifty dollar limit." Nick said and laughed.
"Well the first involves you and Daryl." Carl said and handed a small box to Nick. Nick opened the box and pulled out a set of keys. He looked towards Carl and Kurt with a questionable look. "You know that we have been working on remodeling the house on the old Parker farm. We are not giving it to you but as a benefit of working for us if you and Daryl want to move into that house for more privacy it is yours." Carl said. Daryl squealed and quickly jumped in Nick's lap knocking the breath out of him. "Our next project will be to expand the bunkhouse for Rigs and Brody to have the full two units as one." Carl said. That was time for Brody's tears.
"If it will be easier and you don't mind we can move out of the house and go to the Parker farm." Mr. Sanders said. " The next part involves you and Mrs. Sanders. After this announcement we hope that you will be happy to stay in the house you are in." Carl said. "It's about time you two got married." Beverly said. " That is the smallest part of the announcement." Carl said. "Enough baby. We will be here all night. One of the girls that I graduated with has an Aunt in Tulsa that owns a private adoption agency. We met with her four months ago and filled out the paperwork. She called two days ago and if all goes well we will be parents the end of July or first of August. Why we want Mr. and Mrs. Sanders to stay in the current house. We would be honored if our child or children can call you Grandpa and Grandma." Kurt said. Mrs. Sanders burst into tears and Mr. Sanders jumped to his feet and almost ran to hug both Carl and Kurt. " We take that as a yes." Carl laughed. "Anybody want to buy a condo on the beach in Florida. I know that Mama will never leave now." Mr. Sanders said and laughed. "Not so fast Grandpa. Your grandkids will need to go to the beach. Besides all these guys may want to visit for a vacation. " Kurt said. "The condo stays but we will stay here." Mrs. Sanders said.
There were hugs and congratulations all over the room for the announcements and gifts. Nick and Daryl had been chatting in the corner and approached Carl adn Kurt. They had been talking with Mr. and Mrs. Sanders and Beverly and her husband. " Boss we have discussed it. Beverly and her husband have been here longer. We would feel better if you offered them that house and Daryl and I would be perfectly happy in their house. " Nick said. "Plus there may be a baby coming." Daryl said and smiled. " That is sweet of you two but we want to stay right where we are. We did not want to say anything but we started last month planning our own family. I am not pregnant yet but hopefully soon. Our child will have two sets of grandparents but we would love for our child to have three so we plan to stick close to Grandpa and Grandma." Beverly said. More shouts of joy brought the attention of the rest of the group and after Carl made that announcement there were even more hugs and tears.
"Are you happy, baby ?" Stuart asked as the two slow danced. The tables of food had been cleared and music was playing in the guest house. The area had been cleared so that anyone that wanted could dance. " Sweet heart I am the happiest I have ever been in my life and it is all your fault." Mike said. "My fault ?" Stuart asked. "Look around you. I could have never wished in my wildest dreams for a Christmas or life like this. IF you look around the room you will see eight loving couples dancing together on Christmas day. This all started when a tired storm chaser walked into my store one day and stole my heart before he ever said hello. Yes some of this may have come to pass in time but I doubt that. You caused a domino affect and have given me and this community a life we never thought we could have." Mike said. "So this is all my fault ?" Stuart said. "Yes it is mister and I love you more than ever for it." Mike said. "I love you too and I will gladly take the blame. Can I have one gift for causing all this ?" Stuart said. " You are getting that once everyone leaves." Mike said. "No baby, that was a challenge. The only thing I ask is when you get those jeans you only wear them for me." Stuart said and smiled. "As long as you only wear yours for me." Mike said. " Deal but I can say that I can't promise that either of us will be wearing them for long." Stuart said and leaned over and kissed Mike. "Deal." Mike said.
The End
Author's Note : All things must come to an end. I hope you enjoyed our little venture with the storm chaser crew. If you are interested in other stories I have posted on Nifty you can find most of them under the Author's section under Lake Sinclair. "PC in the UK" is the only story so far that is not listed there.. Thank you for the emails about this story and others. Feedback from the readers give the writers the incentive to write more. Stay tuned for more stories. Thank you and please remember to support Nifty so they can continue to maintain this site.
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