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, my mentor and more, whose kindness and support keep me sane.
Under The Mistletoe Again by Jason Rime
I didn't expect to be here again after Jenny and I split in January. We'd come to Mike and Carol's Friendsmas party since they started having it five years ago. Five? Or is it six? Time speeds up as you get older and at 50 it practically flies. Shortly before last year's party I'd decided things were over between us. Not an easy decision after 25 years, let me assure you. I won't get into the details but it was heartbreaking and agonizing and I hope you never have to go through it. Somehow we limped through that holiday season just in time to wrap up a quarter century a few days before Martin Luther King Jr.'s birthday.
11 months later and here I am. I'd initially declined Mike and Carol's invitation. They're wonderful people, and good friends, but neither Jenny nor I were ready to rub elbows at a holiday party. I told Mike and Carol when I replied to their evite, but they assured me Jenny would be out of town visiting her family and that the coast would be clear. I was still reluctant. I'd had a bah humbug kind of year, but a big part of what I wanted from my new life was to open myself to fresh experiences. Going stag to Mike and Carol's shindig seemed like a non-threateningly fresh experience, so I decided to return to society.
And so, there I was, lurking in the kitchen (I try to stay near the food, hence the dad bod), nursing a mug of mulled cider. I was glad I'd skipped the ugly sweater knowing their house was always a million degrees. I was pretty comfortable in my Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer T-shirt. Others (sweaty others) were not so fortunate. I almost choked on my cider when Mike plopped his big, beefy hand on my shoulder.
"Hey buddy, how's it going?" He put his arm around my shoulder. Mike is a big guy, and while he's working on his own dad bod (legitimate dad bod, 2 kids now), he was an athlete in high school and a PT standout during his army days. He's still muscular, but with a gentle softening that makes him just a little more appealing. His love language is touch, just like mine, and so we often had arms around each other's shoulders.
"Yo yo, ho ho." I uttered. I suddenly felt like I'd made a mistake by coming and was lost for banter. Mike waited for me to say something else creating a pause that quickly became awkward.
"So what's new, man? How's work?" A question! Great, I didn't need to come up with bullshit small talk, I could just drone on about how well work was going and how excited I was for my new promotion. And so I did.
"That's so awesome dude!" Mike gave me a fist bump. He could tell I was struggling and was trying to throw me a lifeline. "Hey, I see you got some cider! Did you see all this over here?" He gently led me to a folding table set up in their dining room which was covered in an array of crackers, cheeses, and small vegetables I'd previously missed. Mike gets me.
"Ooh la la! Holding out on me, eh? Ya bastid!" I forced out a laugh. Well, mostly forced. Mike's good nature could be infectious and I could feel my spirits lifting.
"Yeah bro! We have all kinds of cool shit around here! Hey, I need to bring my mom a cookie and a bottle of water. Give me a minute, I'll show you the latest in the basement!" Mike slipped off, working his way through a knot of guests back to the kitchen. I was pretty curious to see what his latest toys were. We initially bonded over our love of video games, role-playing games, and assorted nerd culture. Mike and Carol made good money and he wasn't afraid to spend it on the most marvelously frivolous things. Seeing his new toys was always a vicarious thrill for me.
As I stood there, deciding which cracker would be the best match for the cube of pepper jack I was holding, I felt two big hands take my shoulders and start working my knotty muscles. I said nothing but went ragdoll limp. Mike had magic hands and while I'd never wanted him sexually, I was jealous that Carol got to experience this on a routine basis. I had no shame that it gave me goosebumps and made my nipples hard.
I stood there with my eyes closed, savoring my shoulder rub, when a voice that wasn't Mike said "hey man, how have you been? I don't think I've seen you in forever." Recognition was delayed a moment while I shifted mental gears, but I was able to place the voice quickly. It was Robbie, Mike's cousin. My body tensed and I could feel his hands pause, sensing my tension, before he started rubbing my shoulders again.
"Duuuuddde" I managed to wheeze. My chest was tight and I was taking shallow breaths. For a moment I thought I was on the verge of a panic attack but then Robbie's fingers hit a knot and my attention was brought back. It did indeed seem like forever since I'd seen Robbie, which was by design, as I'd spent the last 2 years actively avoiding him.
2 Years Ago
Jenny and I were at Mike and Carol's Friendsmas party. We were still doing alright then, even though I could see the cracks. At the time I chalked it down to stresses of the holiday season, but looking back, it was just part of the slow decline of our relationship.
Mike, Robbie, and I were in the basement checking out Mike's latest videogame emulator. I said we were nerds, right? It was a slick looking machine that was able to play all the forgotten classics of our youth. Pitfall? Yes please!
Mike looked at his smart watch. "Carol just messaged me, she needs help in the kitchen. You guys keep playing with this, it's sooooo dope!" Mike walked off towards the stairs, leaving Robbie and I sitting on the couch with a pair of bluetooth controllers and no idea how to use the system itself.
"Well ok then!" Robbie laughed. Robbie looked like a younger, leaner version of Mike. Whereas Mike was a ginger, Robbie had jet black hair that was often concealed under a beanie. He often wore baggy clothing, but I knew from pool gatherings that he was surprisingly muscular, with six pack abs and a variety of tattoos on his arms, shoulders, back and chest. He turned and gave me a mischievous grin. "Hey, while he's doing that, come here and take a look at this!" Without waiting for a reply he hopped up and moved to a corner of the room.
"Um, ok then." I said, slightly annoyed but also curious. I stood and walked over to where he was. He looked at me when I walked over and when I was about an arm's length away he took a step forward bringing us suddenly face to face. He raised a hand over my head and I looked up to see it was a sprig of mistletoe. I lowered my head just as his lips touched mine. At first I was shocked, but I didn't move to push him away. Instead I closed my eyes and felt him kiss me. His lips were soft and tasted a little like a peppermint candy cane.
He moved even closer, our chests touching. He didn't lower the mistletoe but he did put his other hand on my hip. His tongue moved gently but firmly into my mouth. I was in shock at what was happening but completely caught up in the moment. I kissed back my tongue touching his. My hand slipped into his back pocket and gave his tight ass a squeeze.
But then the door to the upstairs opened and the sounds of the party came crashing into the room. I could hear Mike on the stairs and practically bolted back to the couch. My face was flushed and I crossed my legs to conceal my half hard dick. My head was buzzing and I felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest. Robbie was strolling back to the couch carrying a book he'd picked from the shelf in the corner where we'd been making out moments before.
"You guys wanna play Spyhunter?" Mike asked.
"Sure!" I blurted with too much enthusiasm. I was mortified, but Mike gave no sight he'd noticed anything, and Robbie sat back down like nothing had happened. I spent the next two years avoiding Robbie and trying to forget how good that kiss was.
Now
Mike put his arms around both our shoulders. "Quick, let's go before someone needs something again!" He led us towards the basement door and down the stairs.
"Check this out!" Robbie proclaimed with enthusiasm.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Sit in it!" Mike took me by the shoulders and guided me into the chair. "Gaming recliner!" He eased the seat back and my legs raised. "Goddammit! Carol needs me! Ok, I'll be right back!" And with that, Mike zipped off.
"That thing's stupid comfortable, isn't it?" Robbie's hands were on my shoulders again. They were even stronger than Mike's. He was a decent photographer from what I remembered, but he absolutely missed his calling as a masseuse. My eyes closed, my nipples turned into little diamonds and goose bumps covered my arms. I couldn't help but moan.
"You're very tense." Robbie's voice was right in my ear and I could feel his hot breath on my ear. I moaned and my dick stiffened. "I know it's been a rough year for you." His fingers were loosening the muscles of my neck and shoulders while my cock grew harder and harder. His hands moved off my shoulders. "Check it out." I looked up and saw him holding a sprig of mistletoe. He smiled and, for the first time that night, I gave a real smile back. I closed my eyes as he began to lean down to kiss me.
His lips were as soft as I remembered and his mouth still tasted like a candy cane. The chair creaked as he climbed on top of me and I had a moment of panic as I imagined Mike's fancy new gaming recliner collapsing. Confident Mike's chair was safe, I began returning Robbie's kisses. Our tongues were in each other's mouths and I could feel his hard dick pressing into mine. I slid my hands down his back and grabbed his ass with both hands.
Robbie moved off me then. Standing beside the chair he unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. I was already throbbing, harder than I'd been in years. He grasped my cock at the base and took the head into his mouth. His lips formed a perfect seal on my cock and his other hand moved to my chest where he teased my nipples with his thumb. I whimpered with pleasure as his mouth slid down the length of me.
My balls tightened and I could tell I wasn't going to last long. His mouth slid up and down, slowly at first, establishing a steady rhythm. I was in a limbo of pleasure, wanting these amazing sensations to go on forever but desperately aching for release. He began to pick up speed and I put both my hands on the back of his head, fisting his hair. I moved my hips in time with his mouth, thrusting deeper and deeper into his throat.
The room filled with the wet sounds of me fucking his mouth. My pants turned to gasps as I got closer and closer. With one last thrust I cried out and my first hot ropes hit the back of his throat. He didn't stop or slow as my hot load pulsed into his mouth and it wasn't until he'd emptied me completely that he stopped. My orgasm was so intense I could see spots of light behind my closed eyelids and I thought I might pass out.
As I lay catching my breath, I could hear the door to the upstairs open and Mike's footsteps on the stairs. Robbie put my cock back in my pants and zipped me up with a cheeky wink. "So what do you think of the chair?" Mike asked, stepping off the stairs and into the room.
"I think he's in love with it!" Robbie laughed and I did too, a big, joyful belly laugh.
"What the hell is that?" Mike asked, pointing at my lap. I looked down to see Robbie's mistletoe sitting on my crotch. I could see him on the couch, tears streaming down his face with laughter. I snorted and laughed even harder than before.