The following program contains material suited for a mature audience. If you are not over 18 you should be leaving now. Of course I can't control you and neither can anyone else really. This is just a short little Christmas story that I have written for my love, and for all the readers of the Nifty Archive. Please note that this story is complete fiction. And now for our feature presentation. Viewer Discretion is advised...
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The Christmas Gift By Chip Dyp (chipdyp@hotmail.com)
I sat fidgeting on the living room couch waiting. The ticking of the clock could barely be heard over the crackling of the dying fire in the fireplace. I had asked him to let me pick him up at the airport, but he had insisted on renting a car and driving. I looked out the window and across the snow shrouded yard. The stars were twinkling brightly through the cold air.
I arose from the couch and walked across the room. My favourite disc of Christmas carols was in one of the trays and I advanced the CD until "Carol of the Bells" began playing. I sat by the Christmas tree watching the reflection of the lights off the ornaments playing across the room.
I caught a reflection of myself in an ornament and unconsciously began to check myself out. My long brown hair was drawn back from my face in a pony tail and my eyes were as green as they had ever been. I smiled and sat back against the couch. All that was left was the waiting.
The door bell jolted me from my reverie and I looked out the window overlooking the driveway. Parked there was a normal looking car, not the gilded chariot that my fancy had conjured. I bounded to the door, slowing only long enough to stop the CD player. As I slid to a stop on the slick hardwood floor, I glanced down one last time to make sure that I was presentable. My grey woollen sweater clung tightly to my lithe frame and the creases in my long black slacks appeared to be the prows of twin ships gliding across a frozen sea of burnished wood. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door.
Shivering, he stood enveloped by a heavy winter parka, an impish grin on his face. We stood motionless for what seemed to be an eternity. Finally, my angel broke the silence. "May, I come in?"
Snapping back to reality, I hurriedly ushered my love in. I took his suitcase from him and moved it out of the doorway and into the hall. I watched silently as Paul removed his mitts and his parka and hung them in the closet. He was clad all in blue, with a soft warm sweater over a pair of curve hugging jeans. His dark brown eyes peered out from beneath a stray piece of his black hair. A quick swipe of his hand moved the hair aside and brought his mesmerizing gaze into full view.
"Like what you see?"
I nodded, not able to articulate to this stunning creature how much I loved him. He looked me over from top to bottom, before walking around me. As he slowly circled around me, he drank in my whole body with his hungry eyes. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he purred in my ear, "I feel very underdressed."
He released his grip on me and walked around to face me once more. I was tried to tell him that he wasn't underdressed, that he looked beautiful, and that I loved him so much, but all that came out was a hesitant stuttering that bore no relation to speech. He put a finger to my lips, silencing me, and that seemed to knock some of my scattered thoughts into place. I reached up and took his hand in mine and whispered "Your hands are so cold."
I led Paul to the fireplace and sat him down on the bearskin rug. I tossed a couple of logs on the fire and prodded the glowing embers beneath with a poker until the fire began to renew itself with vigour. I reached back to the coffee table and grabbed the bottle of wine and the glasses I had set out for us. I carefully filled both glasses and handed one to Paul.
"You're just trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me, aren't you," Paul queried in a mock serious tone.
"Huh, no, no I'm not, honest. I just..."
Paul put his finger to my lips once more and silenced me. "Matt, honey, you have to settle down. Relax."
I lowered my eyes and was about to reply when Paul guided my chin up to his and kissed me. Closing my eyes, I wrapped my arm around his waist, pulling him closer. We kissed passionately and, for us, time stood still. Breaking off the kiss, Paul put down his still full wine glass down on the coffee table and grabbed me by the hand. He pulled me up and took my wine glass from me, placing it on the coffee table next to his. Paul's hands slid up and under my sweater, gently easing it over my head. He tossed it to the floor and began tracing the circles around my nipples through my undershirt. I moaned softly, and slowly drew Paul's sweater up and over his head. I untucked his undershirt from of his jeans and gently tugged it over his head, revealing a taut, smooth torso. I leaned in and teased his left nipple with my tongue. His little brown nub reacted quickly to the pleasurable stimulation and quickly hardened. Paul moaned as I kissed and licked my way across his chest. I felt his arms reach down my back as he tugged my undershirt out of my pants. He grabbed hold of the hem of the material and roughly pulled it over my head.
I pulled back from Paul and quickly finished removing my undershirt, adding it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. He ran his still cool hands down my sides eliciting giggles from me. Paul pulled me close and began kissing me once again. Our hands caressed and massaged each other's bodies trying to prolong the moment. Paul broke off the kiss once again and gazed deeply into my eyes. His hands began fumbling with my belt, finally releasing it. He managed the button and zipper on my dress slacks with greater ease. With nothing to hold them up, my dress slacks fell to the floor in a heap. I carefully stepped out of them and gave them a little kick, sending them sliding across the floor toward the sweaters. Paul's hands caressed my butt through the thin material of my briefs and my cock surged up, begging for release. Deftly slipping the thumbs and index fingers of his now warm and strong hands into my waistband, Paul gently pushed my briefs down, being careful of my very erect cock. A swift passing caress of my tightening sac sent shivers of pleasure through my body. Dropping to his knees, he was about to take his first taste of my straining manhood when I stopped him, pulling him to his feet once more.
"I feel kinda underdressed," I teased as I began undoing Paul's belt, "But I think I can fix that problem."
Paul's blue jeans fell to the floor and I took his hand as he stepped out of them. His purple briefs clung tightly to his enticing furves, with a very prominent bulge out front. I cupped the mound of his swelling genitals in my hand and squeezed gently, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Paul. I slipped my hands down the sides of the briefs and slowly lowered them to the floor. I took Paul's hand once more and led him over to the bearskin rug where I gently pushed him down. He looked at me quizzically.
"Here?"
"Here, but only if you want to."
Paul reached out and grabbed my painfully erect cock, pulling me down beside him. He caressed it gently before tentatively licking the head. He placed a hand on my chest and made my lie back on the rug. He spread my legs and cautiously took my penis into his mouth. His tongue slipped around the shaft running along the circumcision scar. He quickly tried to take in the entire length of it but gagged before he could get the full six and a half inches in. I moaned and bucked my hips. Paul looked up at me and I could see a bit of a smile on his face. He began bobbing his head up and down my shaft. I moaned as the need to cum intensified. Paul slipped a hand around my sperm-filled orbs and caressed and squeezed them. I cried out and thrust my hips toward Paul's face as my seed exploded skyward from my loins like a Roman Candle, only to be trapped in Paul's mouth. Paul kept sucking on my cock in an attempt to draw as much of my essence out as possible. My cock began to soften and I had to withdraw it from Paul's mouth as the pleasure was beginning to turn to pain for my now sensitive cock.
Paul crawled up my body and placed his knees on either side of my stomach. He leaned forward and kissed me, allowing me to taste my own seed. My hands caressed his cheeks and soon Paul was moaning. He began thrusting his rock hard cock against my stomach in an attempt to blow his load. I grabbed his hips to stop the thrusting and rolled him onto his back. I crawled between his legs and took a closer look at my love's endowment.
It was at least seven inches long with a circumcision scar as it's only marking. It curved a little to the left and was punctuated by two nice sized balls. I cupped his hair covered sack in my hands and gently rolled his orbs about. I began licking Paul's cock like an ice cream cone and then, without warning, swallowed it whole. Paul cried out and ground his pubic bone into my face. I sucked greedily on my meaty milk shake, eager to make it share it's warm creamy essence of life. Paul's body twitched and I could feel Paul's cock expand as the act of cuming overwhelmed him. I wrapped my lips around the edge of Paul's head and began flicking my tongue across the piss slit as Paul's sperm rocketed out. I swallowed spurt after spurt of the delicious cream, sucking hard in an attempt to drain Paul's sperm factories. When the well had gone dry I lay down beside him and enveloped him with a kiss.
"Oh God," Paul said as he broke the kiss, "I didn't think it would feel that good."
I just smiled and brushed his soft black hair out of his eyes. His brown eyes were partially closed as my love slowly came down from his earth shattering climax. I wrapped my arms around the small of his back and pulled him close on the bearskin rug. We spent the next half hour or so kissing in front of the flickering light of the flames in the fireplace. Gradually, our cocks began to rise in search of further sexual release.
"Did you, um, want to um, you know, pop my cherry?" I asked as I started gently stroking Paul's turgid shaft.
"Are you sure?"
In answer I lifted my legs to expose my virgin rosebud. Paul sat up and looked at me. "You're really sure you want to do this?"
I nodded my head and reached over to where I had stashed a bottle of lube by the wood pile in hopes that this moment would come. I handed the bottle of lube over to a nervous Paul and looked into his eyes. "Just be gentle and everything will be all right, love."
Paul looked at me one last time and then nodded his head in assent. He popped open the top on the bottle. He smeared a generous amount of lube on the entrance he'd soon be penetrating and coated his penis liberally. I felt the head of his cock as it came to rest on the circular guardian muscle of the entrance to my most private place. Slowly the pressure began to build until the force was too great and the muscle yielded. Paul's cock wedged open the virgin entrance and slowly worked deeper into my body. A moan that first rose in pain was transmuted to pleasure by his cock's stimulation of my prostate. The pain was still there, but the pleasure drowned any discomfort that I was feeling. Paul slowed for a moment and then gently pushed the rest of his cock into me, his pubes finally tickling the base of my sac.
"Are you all right?"
"I'm better than all right. I'm fantastic. I can't describe how awesome this feels."
Paul smiled at me and wiped a tear from my eye. He gently withdrew his cock and slowly slid it back in. He slowly picked up speed as my tense sphincter relaxed. I wrapped my arms around Paul and hung on for dear life as he increased his attacks on my prostate. I couldn't believe how good it felt. I felt my balls tightening up as I neared climax. Paul let out a load groan as he drove his cock deeper into me than I had ever imagined possible. My sperm exploded from the tip of my cock and splattered all over Paul's smooth belly.
I fell back against the fur rug and Paul fell on me. His cock was still buried within me. I was numb from the delirium that I felt. Paul lifted his weight off of me and slid his softening cock out of my spasming hole before collapsing back on top of me. He slowly rolled on his side and rolled me over with him. He brushed my brown hair away from my eyes and my mouth before he kissed me. I returned the kiss and hung onto the man that I loved.
"So was it everything you thought it would be, Matt?" Paul asked after he finally caught his breath.
I nodded my head and kissed Paul once again. "I love you, Paul."
"Where's the flour?" Paul asked in a voice that was not his.
"Pardon?"
"Where's the flour?"
My eyes snapped into focus and I looked at a very irate old man across the counter. "I expect service when I come to a convenience store. You young people are all slackers. Sleep on your own time, young man."
"The flour is on the bottom shelf of the last aisle, sir," I replied as I tried to satisfy the man, my head still swimming from the sudden plunge back into the real world.
The old man trundled over to the aisle and grabbed a bag of flour before storming back to the till.
"It may be Christmas eve and almost midnight but that is no excuse for shoddy service," the man complained angrily as he grabbed a stick of jerky out of the display, "I should report you to your manager."
"Listen you nasty old fuck," I said in a menacing tone, "If you don't like the service, get the fuck out. If you want to complain to the manager, my name is Matt Hanson. Understand?"
The man just glared at me and threw down a five dollar bill to cover the cost of his purchases and stormed out. I rang the purchases into the till and threw the money into the drawer. I closed my eyes once again hopes of continuing the dream, but the moment was gone.
Meanwhile on the other side of the planet...
I fell back against the fur rug and Matt fell on me. His cock was still buried within me. I was numb from the delirium that I felt. Matt lifted his weight off of me and slid his softening cock out of my spasming hole before collapsing back on top of me. He slowly rolled on his side and rolled me over with him. He brushed my brown hair away from my eyes and my mouth before he kissed me. I returned the kiss and hung onto the man that I loved.
"So was it everything you thought it would be, Paul?" Matt asked after he finally caught his breath."
I nodded my head and kissed Matt once again. "I love you, Matt."
Paul rolled over onto his stomach and continued drifting in dream land.
***** I hope that this holiday season is spent with people you love and with people who love you. For all of you who are separated from the ones you love, I hope that you will see them soon. And remember, you can always dream.
Kisses,
Chip Dyp Christmas 1998 2900 Words