Yule Log

Yule Log

**Yule Log
**by Horned Owl, nifty.org prolific author

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Yeah, another COVID quarantine story. What can I say? These times of isolation are ripe for horny straight boy stories. Remember to donate to Nifty.org. They rely on donations from you and me to keep this site running, and I think many of us are relying on Nifty pretty heavily during pandemic times. If you like what you're reading, consider backing me on Patreon . More details at the end on what Patreon backers can expect.

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Derek and I moved in together after college. We met during my Sophomore year in a weightlifting class. I only took it to get the Phys Ed credit, and I figured I might learn a bit about keeping myself in better shape along the way. Derek was far more serious about it since he was majoring in Phys Ed. We were assigned as spotting partners and immediately started chatting like old friends. We had similar interests, overlapping taste in women, and I appreciated how he always pushed me to achieve more. He continued to coach me long after the class was over. I essentially had a free fitness trainer, and he got to practice his professional skills on me, so it was a win-win situation.

When we moved in together, I had some concerns because he was much more of a ladies' man than I am. He had a body that everyone drooled over: hairy, v-shaped torso with impressive pecs and a six-pack buried somewhere under all that hair. He had dark brown hair, and his deep brown eyes seemed to drill into you.

Don't get me wrong. I was no slouch with my light brown hair, hazel eyes, and a reasonably toned bod. I just wasn't as stacked as he was. I thought that I'd be jealous of all the action he gets. I had a girl over from time to time, but he had a steady parade. However, he was so jovial and good-natured that I could never stay jealous or mad at him for very long.

And then, COVID-19 hit, and the lockdown started. We smugly congratulated ourselves on making the decision to stay as isolated as possible. We only left the apartment occasionally for necessities that we couldn't easily have delivered. Derek was home all the time because the schools shut down and his assistant coach job was put on hold. The tech company I was working at went into work-from-home mode, so we were spending a lot more time together.

At first things went smoothly. Derek set up a home gym for us, we worked out daily (which was more often than I was accustomed to). We often walked around the apartment in just pajama pants, gym shorts, or underwear as there wasn't any reason to get dressed. We used his body groomer to give one another buzz cuts when it was clear that we weren't going to get professional haircuts anytime soon, and I tried not to think too much about how I could hear him using those trimmers behind the closed bathroom door. Eventually my body hair became so unruly that I asked him if I could use his trimmer to do a little body grooming as well, so I guess you could say we were getting more physically comfortable with one another on several levels.

I guess it was inevitable that we both got grumpier and harder to live with. I was depressed and not cleaning up after myself, and Derek was just plain surly. He complained a lot about how tired he was of masturbating and how badly he needed a piece of ass. He seemed to sport a perpetual semi-hardon which was hard to ignore, and I found that I had another reason to be jealous of his body. That thing looked huge.

We rejoiced when they loosened restrictions, celebrated with beers at a nearby pub with an outdoor patio, and Derek even managed to hook up with some girl he met there. Unfortunately, our joy was brief, as things went back into lockdown only a few weeks later.

As the end of year holidays began to loom head of us, we were both upset about being unable to spend time with our families. My parents wanted me to come visit, but I couldn't stand the thought of accidentally infecting them. Derek was willing to risk the visit, but his family took a vote, and his siblings outvoted him. We had to face the truth. We were stuck with each other in our apartment through the holidays.

A couple of weeks before Christmas out of the blue Derek said, "Hey, so I was thinking. If we're stuck here, we might as well make the best of it."

Warily I responded, "Okay, that makes sense. What did you have in mind?"

"I've never had my own Christmas tree. What do you think of getting one?"

I thought about it for a moment and realized the idea made me happy. "Sure, let's do it."

We got dressed and headed out to get a tree. Derek wanted a big tree, and he offered to pay for it with money his folks were sending him, so I didn't feel like I had any room to object. With the tree strapped to the roof of my car we also made a pitstop for some decorations. When we got back to the apartment, I was feeling really anxious and stressed out from all the people we'd come in contact with, so I went and took a hot shower.

When I opened the shower curtain, I was surprised to see Derek standing there naked, waiting his turn. It was the first time I'd seen his cock without any sort of covering, and I was definitely jealous. As we traded places, it brushed up against my leg, and I joked, "You better be careful. You could hurt someone with that thing!"

"Naw, man, when you have a cock this big you gotta' learn how to use it. You know how they say `it's not the size but how you use it?' Well, it's actually both, and if you know how to use a big cock, it's the best of both worlds. Besides, you look like you could give me a run for my money."

He laughed as he closed the curtain, and I was surprised to find myself sporting a semi. It grew into a full hardon as I dried off. I was thinking maybe I should go release some of this pressure when Derek stepped back out of the shower.

"I just wanted a quick rinse," he said as he took the towel I was about to put back on the rack. I guess he thought I was holding it out to him, and it wasn't a big deal so I didn't say anything. As he dried his hair it was impossible not to look at that big stick waving between his legs.

"Hey, my eyes are up here!" he joked as he slung the towel over the shower curtain rod. He seemed unphased by my hardon and didn't mention it, but he slapped my ass as he walked by and said, "Get a move on! We've got a tree to decorate."

The rest of the afternoon was filled with a flurry of decorating. We quickly realized that we didn't have a foot stool or ladder or anything like that and ended up having to use one of our hand-me-down dining table chairs. They weren't very sturdy, so one of us would brace the chair while the other stood on it. This also put me at eye level with Derek's crotch several times, and I tried not to look at that thing moving beneath his thin gym shorts.

When it came time to put the tree topper on, it was obviously going to be a stretch for either one of us, but Derek was slightly taller, so he clambered up on the chair. He leaned out toward the tree, and the chair creaked ominously, so he quickly pulled back. "Wow. Um, okay, that didn't sound good. Can you brace me?" he asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I dunno, man. Just... hold my legs or something?"

I wasn't sure what to do, but I braced my legs against the chair and wrapped my arms around his hairy legs as he leaned forward again. I turned my head sideways, and my cheek was pressed up against one of his butt cheeks. I chuckled to myself thinking we were "cheek-to-cheek."

I was struck by the heat radiating off his body and how surprisingly firm his butt was. He was still straining to get the topper in place, and it didn't seem to be cooperating as he squirmed. This was a lot more body contact than I'd had a in long time, and I blushed as I realized I was getting a stiffy.

I had completely lost track of what was happening with the tree when he said, "This isn't working. I think I need some scissors to trim this branch." So, he clambered back down and ran into the kitchen. Meanwhile, I was breathing deeply and trying to get my hardon to go down. Unfortunately, it didn't take him long to get the scissors and he was quickly back. I saw his eyes dart to my tented pajama pants, and he seemed to pause for a moment, but I was thankful that he didn't say anything about it.

Instead, he said, "I didn't feel very stable last time. Can we try this a different way?"

"Sure, I guess," I replied. "I'm not sure what would work better."

As he climbed back onto the chair he grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me around in front of him. "Okay, maybe stand in front of me, and I'll lean over you. It'll be sorta' like a `fireman's carry,' but I'll just be leaning over you."

I had barely begun to formulate my objections to what was obviously about to happen when he leaned forward, and I could either support his weight or let him fall. I found my face pressed into his groin as he pulled me forward with one hand while he stretched out with the other to reach the treetop.

I was suddenly overwhelmed by sensations. I felt what had to be his cock pressed up against my face, and I gasped in surprise. This resulted in being completely overwhelmed by his manly scent as well as feeling his cock specifically against my slightly parted lips. I was frozen in shock, afraid to move my lips in any way lest it feel like I was mouthing his cock.

He grunted and squirmed. A lot. "Hold on a minute. I think I've got this." I had no idea what he was doing, and I didn't really care. Part of me just wanted this to end, but another part of me was getting into it. My dick, which had never gone completely soft, sprang fully hard in an instant. I was only vaguely aware of this as my cock began to override my brain. My attention was fully focused on Derek's big dick, and it was getting bigger. That monster cock I was jealous of, that I'd only fully seen for the first time earlier today, was pressed against my face and lips. There was no way to deny it was growing. I could feel becoming girthier and longer as it snaked down his leg, seeking release.

I began to drool. I couldn't help it. It was like some animal part of my brain took over. As I felt the drool begin to spill over my lower lip, I instinctively tried to suck it back in, but all I accomplished was soaking the front of Derek's shorts and sucking on the part of his cock that was pressed against my lips.

"Ungh," Derek grunted. It was a deeper, more guttural sound than he'd made before, but before I could question that he said, "I... think... I've... almost... got... it." With each word he seemed to wiggle (or was he thrusting?) a little against me. And that's when I felt the head of his dick press against my bare shoulder.

"Oh," he said simply as he put both hands on my shoulders and verrry slowly leaned back. As he leaned back, his cock pulled away from my mouth. I was surprised that I immediately missed feeling it against my lips, and I tried to lean forward, but he had a firm grip on my shoulders.

I was lost in a haze of horny, pheromonal bliss as he looked down at me, and I looked up. His eyes seemed even darker, and he had that look, the one where his eyes seemed to drill into you, only it had an even more intense feeling, like he really was trying to climb inside me with his eyes. He didn't say anything at all, but he quirked one eyebrow as if asking a question.

It was at that moment that I felt something new and wonderful. His cockhead grazed my lips. As he'd leaned back, his cock had risen, pushing further out the leg of his shorts and lifting them up with the strength of his erection. My eyes fluttered back in my head, and my mouth opened a little wider as his corona pushed in.

He grunted, and I felt his cock pulse, and a generous helping of precum was pumped onto my tongue. It tasted strange but amazing, like I could taste the very essence of his manliness, and I wanted more.

His voice was deep and husky as he said, "Yeah, that feels so good. I didn't know..." I don't even know if he finished that sentence or not, because I pushed against the hands holding my shoulders, and he allowed me to slip more of his glorious cock into my mouth. I sucked. I wanted more of that sweet juice in me. We both gave into the feeling as he began to slowly thrust, and I was lost in the sensation of feeling that steely hard prick wrapped in velvety softness sliding through my lips and across my tongue.

We were both surprised as the chair squeaked rather alarmingly, and he withdrew. I was suddenly scared. Scared of how he was going to react. Scared of what was happening to me. Scared he wouldn't let me continue sucking his cock.

He pushed me back a little and stepped down, never taking his hands off my shoulders. He looked me in the eyes, and I lost myself for a moment.

And then he said, "Yeah, you want it, don't you?"

I couldn't bring myself to speak, so I nodded.

"Oh, no. That's not good enough. I need you to say it."

I stammered and couldn't get words out.

"Say, `I want your cock, Derek.'" His voice was firm, forceful in a way I'd never heard before.

I repeated, "I want your cock, Derek."

"Good boy," he said as he pushed down on my shoulders.

I gladly complied, sinking to my knees. He released one of my shoulders to grab his cock. He slapped the side of my face with it, and it felt heavy and thick. It made an audible "twap" sound. He did this a few more times, and then rubbed the corona against my lips, around and around without pushing in, driving me crazy. I tried to push forward, but he still had an iron grip on one of my shoulders. I loved the tension. I loved how hard his fingers were digging into my shoulder. I loved feeling his cock on my lips, just... out... of... reach... until he pulled back, leaving a trail of precum that stretched between us.

I went a little crazy at that point, and he let go of my shoulder as I dove down on his long, thick pole. I shoved down and started gagging immediately when he hit my throat. My eyes were watering, and I was spluttering, spit flowing freely. I realized he was saying something.

"Slow down, baby. We've got plenty of time, and taking something this big requires patience and practice."

With my eyes still watering he pressed his head against my lips, and I greedily sucked him back in. He re-established firm control, palming my head with one hand while putting the other back on my shoulder. He guided me at a slow but steady pace. He'd stop me just on the precipice, but he wouldn't let me gag myself. I loved feeling his cock pressing in, seeking entrance, but never quite entering.

I loved feeling his hand firmly pressing on the back of my head, and he wrapped his fingers into my short hair so that he could both push and pull. There was just enough to grab, and I was briefly thankful I was overdue for a trim. I almost started laughing at that thought and the ridiculousness of this all, but then the fingers that were on my shoulder trailed firmly up the side of my neck, tracing my straining neck muscles and causing uncontrollable shivers to run through my body.

"Oh, yeah, baby." Then, he punctuated each word with a thrust as he said, "This. Is. The. Beginning. Of. A. Whole. New. World. For. You." ...but then he pulled out, cupped my chin in his big hand, and lifted my face to meet his eyes. "Isn't it?"

I didn't know what to say, so I was silent, but I never broke eye contact with him.

"Hmm. You'll realize soon enough," he said as he pushed back into my mouth and his cock breached my throat in one smooth, long thrust. I gagged, but not as badly as before, and he didn't let me pull back.

"Yessssssss. That's it. You're getting used to it. I told you I knew how to use this," he said as he finally let me pull back a little. He did not pull all the way out before he pushed back in and repeated the entire process again, holding me just at the point that I was gagging on his cock. "God, I love that sound." Then, instead of pulling back, he pushed forward again, and my eyes widened as they watered, feeling at least another inch slide into my throat before immediately reversing direction and pulling back out.

He let me breathe for a moment, but he wouldn't let his cock leave my mouth. He did a few short thrusts without gagging me. When I'd recovered enough that I started swabbing his head with my tongue, he pushed forward again, this time stopping just short of my throat, and he set up a rhythm, thrusting in and out again, like before but I was vaguely aware he was pushing slightly harder and further each time. And before I knew it he was sliding in and out of my throat.

"Fuck, yeah! That's the way to do it," he praised, and it filled me with a strange warmth. I wanted to please him. I realized I liked having him in control, but I had a kind of power too, and I liked all of it. I had the power to make him want this, and so I gave into it completely. I slobbered all over his knob as it pushed in and out of my throat. My chin was bathed in spit, and I felt it dripping down onto my chest and legs. I delighted in the feeling each time his cock popped into my throat.

And then my whole world changed again as he roared, "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Ohhh FUUUUCK." And I felt his cock spasm. It seemed to get briefly bigger, and then his cum rocketed out of his dick and straight into my throat. He pulled back, and the next shot filled my mouth. He pulled back further, and I didn't want to let go, but he pulled my head back with one hand while he began to jack his cock furiously with the other. Several more ropes of cum splashed out and across my face. I don't know how long his orgasm lasted, but it felt like my face and hair were covered with cum.

I realized at some point I'd shot my own load into my pjs. I felt used. I felt spent. I felt... satisfied.

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29 Dec 2020