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The Best Gift

By: LeathermanCraig



The melancholy old songs were playing on the stereo. It had been 2 years ago, this day, that Andreas had been taken from me. Listening to the old 70s love ballads – The Carpenters, Barry Manilow, Barbra Streisand... All of those torch songs about lost love and trying to find my man or to try to replace the one that got away... I knew that in a little while, I'd change the music to more current and upbeat songs – but these old torchy, tear jerkers still tugged at my heartstrings and played amongst my memories.

Most of my friends swore that it was stupid and maudlin for me to act this way, but they'd never really felt the loss that I felt... Sure, they lost a friend when Andreas died, but they didn't lose a lover – their spouse. Sure, we've all lost loved ones, and I feel bad for still feeling so bad, but it never seems to get any easier... And my pain just seems more real than theirs.

I still remembered meeting Andreas.... It was many years ago, during the height of the AIDS scares – when everybody thought that even just touching another man would turn them positive – just by looking at an infected guy would make them seroconvert. Sure, back in the 80s, it was still scary and new and frightening. I knew of many men that became virtual monks – never having any kind of sexual relations with another guy – even a few that wouldn't make love with their committed partners of 5 years! It was insane! But, it was an insane time with insane leaders in an insane world.

What made it worse was the way that Andreas and I had met... A friend of mine was celebrating his birthday – and his negative test results – by throwing a private, invite only sex party at The Muscle Den. The Muscle Den was nothing more than a bathhouse, although now it would be more high class – it would be a Sex Club.... Ah, progress... 

So, Mattie was throwing his party – and only a 'select few' were invited. I had to admire Mattie... only that nelly queen would consider 85 naked guys a 'select few'... But, again, only that nelly queen could pull together that 'select few' – including a few porn stars, pin-up boys and mainstream models to be his chosen select. Those of us that were his friends always felt slightly outclassed by many of the men that Mattie had around. Don't get me wrong – I was hot in my 20s – not that I'm not hot now; I'm just more... mature? We all had those typical gay boy looks – shopping right from the International Male catalogs, gym hopping every other day, following whatever 'the fashionistas' at GQ and Vogue Homme would thrown at us, calling it the 'next big thing'.... Oh, and the music fashions! The styles of Duran-Duran, Michael Jackson (when he was still a black, male singer and not some plastic surgeon side show), A Flock of Seagulls, Frankie Goes to Hollywood; all of these were our fashion plates. God, were we naïve...

I arrived at The Muscle Den at the appointed hour – 7:30 pm. Mattie figured if we started early enough, and it died down (as if!), we could all still go out and bar hop until the wee hours and have an after-hours party at some dive... I walked in, flashed my invite, took the keys and towels that were provided and headed to the locker room. I stripped down to the tattered jock, tan work boots and my towel; grabbed the present I brought – a life like dildo, if you're idea of lifelike is bright pink latex nearly a foot and a half long – and headed to the main room. When I got there, I was pleased to see that there were a few guys milling around, chatting, cruising, drinking. The video monitors were playing the pretty boy porn of the era and a few guys were lounging about, stroking their cocks, listening to the chatter and on the prowl.

Mattie, of course, was there, as hostess and guest of honor, in a flowing white robe – a silk kimono from his recent trips abroad. Mattie was flitting about, saying his 'hellos' and kissing cheeks with all his guests. He came over and offered me a glass of champagne and kissed the air next to my cheek. "Darling! Have you ever seen such a display of hot masculinity! Oh! I could just die right now and feel I was already in heavan! And did you see that one in the corner? He's one of the newest and freshest boys in movies and I am working hard on getting him to be my gift! My God, Chris, I just want to... Oh! Look who just showed up!" Mattie cried over my shoulder towards the entrance. With that, he was off again, a swirl of white silk.

I wandered through the room, saying 'hello' to people I knew, making glances to those that I didn't know but surely would like to meet. There was so much eye candy about, one barely knew where to look: the up and coming porn star standing around, his body in perfect shape, glistening with a layer of mist, cock hanging down; the models in the center of the room, preening and posing while chattering to each other, some wearing towels, some the newest underwear or jock strap, others simply letting it all hang down for the world to view; a few guys lounging around, cocks hard and ready; and a few guys already on their knees, servicing some other guys, sucking long and hard while the recipients stood and chatted amiably.

I was quite pleased, however, with the looks that I was getting in return from some of these living statues. I wasn't too bad looking, either... At 6 foot tall, my frame carried 195 pounds well. I watched what I ate and worked out 3 or 4 times a week, keeping my body trim and toned. Of course, being only 26 at the time didn't hurt, either. During the summer, I'd spend a few hours at the beach, working on keeping a golden glow to my skin; the rest of the year, I'd spend those same hours in the tanning salon; my reddish-blonde hair was set off by that glow, and my bright blue eyes shone from my face. Standing around in my navy blue jock and workmen's boots, I looked butch and sexy. The jock cradled my 8" cock and my husky balls nicely, jutting out just enough to intrigue. 

I was talking to a guy named Marcus, who was one of the models that Mattie had invited. Mattie was a fashion director for a major magazine; so many of these guys had appeared in the pages of his magazine, while the remainder wanted to. Marcus was cute and somewhat well built, but this was the beginning of the 'heroin addict' look in models – when they were so thin and gaunt, that 3rd world children took pity on them. I'd had a few glasses of champagne and my 'wine blinders' were coming into play. A few more and I'd think that Mattie was a big, butch guy and let HIM fuck me! But that was before Andreas walked in. I'd seen him before at one of Mattie's events, but we'd never gotten a chance to talk. Andreas was one of those Latin boy hotties that just immediately draw the looks. OK, so maybe it was just MY attention he was getting, but he was worth it.

He was about my same height, but he'd spent more time in the gym, as he was a bit bulkier in his chest and shoulders – large flat pectorals hung evenly over his 6 pack abs, topped off by swirls of dark chest hair and nipples that leapt from his chest. He was wearing a towel wrapped around his waist, and I could see a bulge hanging beneath the folds of terry. His legs were defined and toned, disappearing just above the knees into his towel. His dark hair was cut short and framed his face as a masterpiece. Mattie immediately left the young porn star and headed off to Andreas, thrusting a drink in his hands while grabbing a hold of the bulge of his towel.

I continued chatting with Marcus, but my eyes kept darting back over to Andreas, stealing peeks at his physique. I couldn't be sure, but I thought I caught him looking away from me once or twice, as well. My heart fluttered and I could feel my cock stir in my jock. Marcus excused himself to hit the bathroom – probably for a bump of coke – and I wandered off to the bar area for a refill.

By now, the party was beginning to fall into orgy mode – more and more of the guys were gathering in an area by the wall of TVs, groping and grabbing at each other, pawing towels, jocks, Speedos and whatever else to the ground. Cocks were being stroked and sucked and groups were splitting off from the main crowd – heading towards couches and corners and the 'private' rooms off to the side. A few of the guys were piling on top of each other in the middle of the room, cocks and fingers prodding and poking the nearest hole.

I poured another flute of champagne, and a voice spoke up behind me "Can I get a refill of that, too?" in a deep and resounding timbre. I finished filling my glass and turned, nearly knocking his glass with the bottle of champagne. Andreas was standing less than 6 inches behind me, his smolderingly hot looks could have set me ablaze.

"Uh... sure!" I stammered, nearly dropping the bottle to the ground. I recovered myself and began to fill his glass slowly. "Mattie really knows how to throw a party, doesn't he?" I asked, trying to make small talk.

"He sure does. You know, I've seen you at some of his parties before. Are you a friend of his? Or one of the 'hired help'?" His lips twisted to a wry grin. "I mean, either way, it's cool."

"Oh... I've known that flamer since high school. She was the one that dragged me from the closet, kicking and screaming. But I love her for it and always stand by Mattie." I replied.

"Yeah, I used to work with Mattie. I would help him with the locations for the shoots. He knew I was gay and made a few attempts to get me in front of the camera – or in his bed. But he's just... He's... Well, he's Mattie!" We both laughed at this remark, as I felt that Mattie was like a sister or brother, and not anybody I'd want to have sex with.

"I know what you mean. While we were in high school, he used to get called 'Fag' and 'girlie-man' all the time, but he knew how to turn those taunts into his own gain, growing stronger with each barb. Turning him, quite frankly, into the bitchy queen he is today!"

We continued chatting with each other as the rest of the room blossomed into ancient Greece around us. We were surrounded by heaps of man flesh, cocks and asses bobbing up and down, in and out, men writhing on the ground and bent over sofas, all fucking and sucking, groaning and moaning in a sea of sweaty sexual pleasure. Every once in a while, a stray guy would come up to us, grabbing a cocktail, and trying to grab a cock or tail on us, as well. While we were always acknowledging the attention, the men would realize that we were busy and they'd be swallowed up by the roiling sea of sex all around us.

Not to sound like I was being Sister Pure of Thought, though, either. My dick stirred and shifted in my jock, as I'd catch a glimpse of the carnal heaps around us; the groans and moans of pleasure stiffening my cock from time to time. I'd noticed the front of Andreas's towel shift from time to time, as the sites and sounds around us whetted his sexual appetite, as well.

"Um... We both seem to be getting a little... um... preoccupied with the view. Do you wanna take this conversation to a quieter spot?" Andreas asked. We'd both been taking greater notice of the sea of sex going on around us. I looked down and could see that Andrea's cock was getting hard under his towel, and my own cock was attempting to pitch a tent in my jock strap. Andreas grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the wall of rooms beyond the bar.

We walked past a few doors, peering inside, catching glimpses of couples, 3-ways and 4-gies taking place in some of the rooms. The sound of sexual pleasure was all around us – moans and groans as hard meaty cocks stuffed asses, cries of lust as loads of cum were pumped deep inside willing asses, sprayed across heaving abs and chests, swallowed by hungry and eager mouths. We found a room that was empty and stepped inside.

In a matter of moments, Andreas had stripped the jock from me and dropped his towel to the ground. Hot and wet kisses covered my face and lips as my hands roamed over the landscape of his body. Our cocks, hard and hot, rubbed against the other, oozing pre-cum and smearing it on our bodies. My hands found his firm round ass and grabbed hold of the cheeks, spreading and kneading the mounds of flesh. A guttural groan sounded deep inside Andreas as my fingers prodded his pulsing sphincter.

I slowly began kissing my way down his body, licking and suckling his nipples, darting my tongue along his tight abs, until my lips found his hard cock, covered in our combined juices. I marveled at the site of his cock – protruding form his pelvis. The head of his dick glistened wetly as more pre-cum pushed from the slit and slid towards the shaft. I took his shaft info my mouth, sucking more and more of the pre-cum from his shaft, continuing to prod his ass with my finger.

Andreas thrust his cock deep across my tongue, slapping his balls against my chin, fucking my mouth as my fingers fucked his ass. I reached up and grabbed his tits with my other hand, tweaking each one, twisting the hard nipples, forcing new sounds of pleasure and lust from his throat. I felt his strong hands beneath my arms, lifting me from his cock. I continued fingering his ass and his tongue dove into my mouth, tasting the mixture of my spit and his pre-cum. "Fuck me!" he whispered hoarsely in my ear. His hand grabbed my throbbing cock and tugged hard. "Bury your cock deep in my hole. I want to you fuck me! Fuck me like I've never been fucked! C'mon man... FUCK ME!" He nearly yelled his desires into my ears, pulling me towards the small bed in the room. The TV mounted on the wall flickered with scenes of sexual carnage as the porn movies continued their endless loop. Asses were split and plowed by massive cocks, exploding shot after shot of hot semen across the celluloid butts.

He pulled me over to the bed and lay down upon it, his knees meeting his chest. I spit on my dick, rubbing the saliva along the shaft, mixing it with the smears of pre-cum. His ass quivered beneath me as I knelt in front of him, cock throbbing in the air. His chest heaved with each breath he drew deep inside, readying himself for the assault. I slid my cock into his ass, slowly letting the head penetrate his chute. He moaned in animal lust, flexing his muscles around the invading cock, sending ripples of pleasure through my shaft.

I slowly pushed further and further into his ass, feeling it constrict and relax around my fat cock. He would reach up and grasp my nipples with one hand or press against my chest, allowing my cock deeper into his ass at his own pace. His other hand stroked on his raging hard on or played with his nipples, rubbing against his abs and chest on the journey between his pleasure zones. I stroked his calves and thighs with my hands, resting my shoulders against the balls of his feet. Slowly, deeper, I penetrated his ass, thrusting my cock further inside his willing body.

I withdrew my cock, almost as slowly as I'd entered, only to push it back into his ass, faster and deeper. I built up the speed of each thrust, pushing faster and harder into his ass – feeling him breathing with each thrust. His had stroked his own cock, rubbing from the tip of the head to his balls. He put his other hand on my ass, pulling my cock deeper at the end of each thrust, feeling my balls flat against his spread cheeks; his own balls pressed between us. His breathing would quicken and get shallow and moans escaped his full lips. I could tell he was ready to let loose his orgasm, spreading his hot seed across his chest.

I pulled my cock out of his ass, telling him I wanted to feel him milk the hot sperm from my balls. He stood as I lay on my back and he straddled my form, slowly dropping his ass to meet the head of my dick. Slowly, I lowered his ass onto my cock, impaling him deep with my shaft. His cock bobbed and twitched above me, pulsing with the flow of his veins, pre-cum flowing freely from the head, dripping onto my abs.

Andreas would rise and lower on my hard shaft, clenching his ass tight around the base of my cock, drawing me deeper inside. His knees dug into the mattress and he rested a hand on my chest for support, leaning down to slip his tongue into my mouth. His rhythmic movements sent waves of pleasure through my body, churning the hot cum inside my balls, pressured for release. His other hand still pumped his own cock, his balls slapping against my abs with each deep penetration of my cock.

I could feel the cum churning deep inside my balls, rising up my cock shaft. "I'm cumming!" I yelled out in pleasure, not caring who could hear me. His hand was pumping quickly along the bronze shaft of his cock, pulling the skin tight as he jerked off. Moans and noises of lust escaped from his mouth as he rode my cock, causing gasping breaths to escape my lips. I felt the first surge of cum shoot from my dick, coating his ass with my juice. He let loose a war cry of pleasure as his first load shot from his cock, landing on my chin. He kept milking my cock while pumping his own loads. I filled his ass with shot after shot of hot cum, each thrust of his hand coaxing another shot from his cock, spraying my chest and abs with the white creamy fluid.

Andreas collapsed, shuddering against my chest as spasms wracked his body; cum was still flowing from his cock as my own cock oozed, deep inside his ass. We lay there for minutes, feeling the heat from our bodies. Our cocks softened as the last drops of cum slid out. Sounds of orgasm were coming in from the other rooms, from the main room, as the other men shot their loads of cum – filling asses and mouths, coating bodies with flying arcs of sperm. The porn videos continued to play as the live versions played out into a heaving mass of male flesh. We lay that way, basking in the glow of our sex, enjoying the feel of each other's body, slowly kissing and gently moving our hands along unfamiliar limbs, as the sexual friction eased in the other rooms.

After many minutes, we began to stand, heading towards the showers to clean the remnants of our liaison. The shower room was full of other men cleansing their bodies of cum and lube. Some were soaping their crotches, coaxing another hard on from their spent cocks. Some men showered together in pairs, kissing and rubbing their partner's body; letting the water cascade over their muscles, licking cum from abs, chests, and stiffening cocks. We knew this party would go another round, maybe right here and now, as the sexual charge was not quite spent.

Andreas and I showered and washed each other, caressing a body we had not known before that night. In the main room, we could hear the sounds of the music being turned up, signaling a change of course for the party. We finished showering; dried off and went to the main room.

Mattie was there, looking slightly disheveled, the white kimono hanging open. The young porn star was standing behind him, rubbing Mattie's neck and shoulders. Somebody was in the corner, lighting the candles on a cake for the celebration.

"Well, now that we've all gotten that out of our systems.... Or have we?" Mattie was eyeing a couple of guys making out, off to the side, stroking each other's stiffening cocks, stuffing tongues down willing throats. "Anyway, it is time for the birthday aspect of the party to take place. Then, we'll just SEE where this night goes!" He reached behind him, grabbing a handful of the porn star's cock. The cake was brought out, candles blazing.

Mattie leaned down and blew out the candles – 25 smaller ones surrounding a large pillar that had been shaped to resemble a cock. "Well, whaddya know... I did have another blow job left in me!" Laughter filled the room as Mattie pulled the cock candle from the cake. "I think I'll be saving this for later!" A look of unease crossed Mr. Porn Star, but quickly faded.

Mattie was handed packages and bags, gaily colored or wrapped, filled with gifts for the host. He would squeal with glee as he pulled items from the boxes and bags; soon a pile of love oils, lubes, dildos, movies and more was at his side. "I love each and every one of you for these fabulous gifts! And I really love each and every one of these gifts! I can't wait to try them all!" The gifts were cleared away, more drinks were served and consumed, and another man entered the club, dressed as a fireman – Mattie's favorite. New music blared from the stereo as the fireman took the center of the room and began to dance and strip.


The Best Gift



I hugged my trenchcoat closer to me and pulled down edge of my fleece cap down over my ears against the cold. It was the middle of the November and Virginia isn't exactly tropical. I checked the address on the small card I had found in my coat pocket along with the note "Come and get your present" and realized it was the funeral home my cousin directed. I climbed up the small set of steps and reached out to knock on the door only to have it swing open at the first touch. The lights weren't working, and I had the feeling I was meant to follow a trail of candles leading into the largest of the chapels. The heat wasn't on, but the tiny flame atop each candle made it at least warm enough for me to shed my coat and cap. The chapel was covered in slowly melting wax; Candles covered the pews, the floor, even the wall had been adorned with them. The altar was clear, save for the open coffin and a naked girl chained to the crucifix behind it.

She appeared to be unconscious, hanging there by the leather binds on her wrists that were attached to a chain leading behind the top portion of the cross, and she was gagged with a length of black silk. As I approached I noticed she was quite exquisite. Long straight black hair falling half her height, framing her pale heart shaped face, accented the pallor of her skin. Her eyes were closed in sleep, but I could tell they were set wide on her face, big and lovely when they opened. Her nose was somewhat wide, the tip rounded close to her nostrils and I suspected it had been broken in the past. I saw her painted black lips were full and plush, even stretched around her gag. Her full breasts slowly rose and fell as she breathed, and the cold of the large room made her small tan nipples strain against her skin. I walked closer, smiling and taking off the rest of my clothes as I saw her neatly trimmed pussy peeking from atop her thighs.

She awoke just as I was about stroke her face with my hand. Her gray eyes at first looked confused; then after she tested her arms and attempted to speak, they were scared. I stifled a smile and asked "Are you my 'present?'" She didn't seem to understand, and tried to kick me. I caught her leg and clicked my teeth at her. "That's no way to treat your new owner." I tossed her leg back down forcefully "Show a lil respect." I told her, trailing my hand up her leg, past her cunt, stopping shortly to play with the silver ring in her belly button before continuing to her lightly sagging tits. She moaned and turned away from me, clenching her eyes shut as if she was attempting to force me away from her. I smiled fully then as I pinched her nipple and rolled it between my fingers as she began to blush.

Her moans became higher pitched, even though they were muffled behind the silk in her mouth. I slid my other hand between her milky thighs, rubbing them as I traveled up. "That won't do at all." I mumbled when I realized her lips were nearly dry. I was almost too excited to worry about her comfort, but I didn't want to hurt myself. I glanced around and noticed that whoever had arranged this beauty for me had left a tube of KY jelly on top of the coffin that stood in front of us on the alter. I let her leg fall and stretched her nipple as I pulled my hands away to retrieve the lube. I couldn't hold back a grin as I poured some KY on my dick, stroking myself to fully coat it as I turned back to my gift. I hoisted her right leg high, took the tube then and pushed it partly into her cunt, and squeezed it, forcing most of the contents between her now gooey lips.

I moved closer, pressing my naked body against hers, kissing and biting the soft flesh on her neck as I dropped the tube of lube to the floor and pulled her left leg up and threw it over my shoulder. I positioned myself at the entrance to her hole, sliding my greased up cock through her slit before I pushed my dick into her slowly. She started shaking her head; trying to scream and rattling the cross she was chained to as I borrowed sluggishly toward her cervix. I stopped with my hips pressed against her pelvis to smack her face just hard enough to make her stop the struggle. "Be a good girl and I won't make it hurt more than I have to." I growled, pointing my finger at her. She glared hatefully, cursing me with her eyes, and then whimpered as I slid nearly out from her snatch and back in again.

My present was producing muffled screams as she deliciously squeezed my cock with her inner muscles. I relished how tight she was, feeling each fold of her tunnel grip and trace my crown and every vein as I worked my organ in and out of her. Imagine my surprise when her legs tightened around me, her moans escalated in pitch and volume, and her pussy spasmed around me and mixed the KY with a flood of her own juices. I laughed as her chest heaved and her head rolled against the carved wood she hung from.

After her orgasm subsided, she still moaned quietly, but now her head hung and her breathing was returning to normal. "Did my girl have herself a cum?" I joked and pounded into her pussy. I raised both of her legs over my shoulders, and she didn't argue about it as I forced my tool farther inside her. Her fists clenched and strained against their bonds as I moved my hips faster, fucking her gash harder with each stroke. I grabbed the arms of the cross and pulled my entire body into the force of the pelvic intrusion. The over-sized crucifix was banging against the wall as I growled at the beauty beneath me. As she started screaming through her gag again, I felt her cunt convulse around my pole. I came inside her, still thrusting deep as she howled into the silk in her mouth. I grunted with the final thrusts that filled her with my seed, holding myself close to her as she came down from her own orgasm. 

After we caught our breath, I backed away from her, sliding my not-quite soft cock from her and letting her legs fall. I kissed her on the cheek and let her down from the crucifix, then untied her gag. "One question," I asked as she pulled the cloth from her face and rubbed her jaw, "what's all this for?"

"Later" she told me with a smile as she pulled the manacles off of her wrists and the rubbed the sore joints. She kissed me and started walking into me, pressing her chest to mine and pushing me backwards. I hadn't noticed where she was steering me until I was falling backwards in the open coffin. Before I knew anything else, I had been cuffed to the corners of the coffin by small rings that were hidden beneath the padding. "My turn." She said as she stuffed the length of black silk into my mouth when I tried to ask what she was doing.

She climbed into the coffin on top of me, straddling my waist and pulling the lid closed over us. She slowly rocked herself back and forth, smearing her cummy cunt on my shaft. "Come on big boy," She whispered and flicked her tongue at my ear "Get hard for me." She started sucking on my neck, just below my jaw, still rocking back and forth, rubbing her bare breasts and sweaty body on me and grinding her gash on my cock. She moaned into my skin when she realized my dick was throbbing against her. My gift wormed her arm behind her to pull my rod level with her still dripping hole, then plunged herself down over it with a muffled moan from us both.

"Good boy..." her voice rasped after she released my neck and started pumping her cunt around my dick. I moaned around the silk in my mouth and tried to match her rhythm, but I heard her back hit the coffin lid. I felt sharp pain on my collar as she bit me. "Stop moving!" she barked. It was deafening in the close quarters, and I immediately lay flat and froze in place so she could settle back onto me. All I could hear was her husky breathing as she pumped herself on my shaft. 

Then there was a mumbling. Someone was talking outside in the funeral home, but I couldn't hear them over her quiet moans as she continued to squeeze my dick in and out of her pussy. I shifted my concentration, trying to hear anything they were saying but still couldn't understand. There was a crunch, and a rattle and the coffin moved. I tried to yell but the silk shoved in my mouth kept it to a silent roar. "Scream all you want, they can't hear you." My present told me as her pumping kept its steady slow pace.

We were moving. I think in a van, I could feel our weight shift as we went around curves or made sudden stops. She never stopped her movements. Not that I was complaining about her tits sliding across my chest, her repeated kisses on my neck, or the tight tunnel sucking me deep inside her, but I was getting worried about where we were after I felt the coffin get drug out of the vehicle and dropped. Finally though, her movements got erratic as she started shivering and pumping herself faster on my cock. As her orgasm hit its peak, her moans became a deafening scream. I groaned and arched myself deeper inside her, spraying her womb with cream while we shook together. 

Just then, before either of us had a real chance to catch our breath, the coffin lid cracked open and blinding light poured in on us. "Happy Birthday!" More than a few of my friends screamed as they uncuffed me and pulled me from the coffin. My present disappeared somewhere before I was even on my feet. Someone gave me a bathrobe, and I quickly covered myself. "How'd you like your present?" my cousin asked me, patting me on the back as I pulled the length from my mouth.

I smiled and blushed. "It- Um, she was great." I answered sheepishly. I glanced around at the people at the party, making sure there wasn't anyone I'd be embarrassed to see after raping a young woman. Other than my brother, whom I didn't know knew I was into that sort of thing, they were all close friends, ex-girlfriends, or fuck buddies, nobody I was really worried about going ape-shit about what I got off on.

After about fifteen minutes of talking, drinking, and opening a few more gifts, I started to wish my first gift wouldn't have left, and I set out to find her. After asking around, I found her in a spare bedroom where everyone had dropped their coats. She was still naked, leaning over the pile coats cursing whoever decided to put her clothes with the rest the guests. Her ass shook gently each time she tossed a coat aside, and that was enough to make me want her one more time. I cleared my throat loudly enough to catch her attention. She stood up and whirled around "Oh, it's you, don't worry about paying me, your friends took care of that." she said, waving me off and going back to the pile of coats. "Besides, for a fuck like that, I'd almost do it for free." I overheard her mutter to herself.

"Actually, I was trying to find you, to ask you what your name is." I said, catching her attention again. "I'm really not the type to sleep with a woman without knowing her name."

She looked at me sideways with a sarcastic smirk. "Oh, so you can rape them as long you don't know their name?"

I smiled back and stepped over to her. "Well, if you wanna get technical, tonight wasn't really rape." I said as I placed my hands on her shoulders." I pushed her down so that she was sitting on the bed. "Now maybe if I could get your name, this wouldn't be either." I joked; opening the bathrobe someone had given me earlier.

My present licked her lips and stared up at me. "You couldn't rape me if you tried." she grumbled and reached one hand up to roughly grab hold of my rapidly hardening cock and start massaging life into it. She leaned down and kissed the head, trailing her tongue across the slit before pushing her lips down over the shaft. She worked her warm mouth down my cock, still stroking the bottom half in her fist as she massaged the head between her palette and her talented tongue. 

Name be damned. I pushed her back on the pile of coats and opened her legs to lie between them. Her cute little cunt was either still dripping from before, or had started again, because in one hard thrust I was filling my present's pussy with dickmeat once again. She mewled and moaned as I fucked her now swollen pussy, grinding her hips up at me each time I fully penetrated her.

She wrapped her legs around the small of my back and pulled me to her; at the same time her nails were digging into my shoulder blades deep enough to bring blood. She was trying not to allow me to move, so could she bite into my collarbone to muffle another orgasm. I managed to push her away from me with a roar when her jaws broke my skin. I stood up from the coat we had already stained and grabbed her ankles, flipped her over on her stomach to avoid any more blood loss, and wrenched her legs open again.

Grabbing my birthday gift by her still shaking ass, I pulled her back to me and pressed her to the bed, or at least the jacket under it. With her legs still spread, getting to her pussy wasn't a problem. This time as my cock reamed in and out of her, the headboard was banging the wall instead of the arms of a crucifix. Her inner walls still gripped my cock each time I pushed into her, convulsing with each cry that escaped her throat. My legs started shaking and I heard her beg "Roll me back over, I want to watch you cum."

I backed off and let her turn herself with wobbly arms before I pulled her legs straight into the air, then folded them down, pressing her knees into her tits before I mounted her again- I wasn't about to get bitten again. Her juices and mine were draining down her asscrack and onto someone's coat, and I couldn't resist dragging the head of my cock through the stream before plunging back into her snatch. She still managed to dig her nails into my shoulders as I plowed into her delightfully tight pussy. Her moans had now changed to grunts each time my balls slapped her ass. She pushed her hips back at me, slapping our bodies together and forcing my cock against the door to her womb.

Grunts became moans as our pace picked up even more. Moans turned into cries as our rhythm became erratic. Once again I felt her pussy grip hard around me; she writhed and finally screamed with me, staring back into my eyes, as I came again, grabbing her hips and forcing them back onto my cock as I emptied inside her. I let her legs down after my dick stopped twitching inside her, and we kissed each other, pecking occasionally as we caught our breath.

I pulled out letting a long stream of bodily fluid drip onto some poor schmuck's winter coat as I rolled off of her and lay down next to her. She propped up on one elbow and leaned over to kiss me again, long and sweet and sucking on my tongue like I wished it was my cock. "No charge babe." She jabbed and winked at me. She cocked her head for a second, and told me to get up. "There's my damn coat." she said after I sat up on the edge of the bed. Coat was an understatement- It was more like a black denim jumpsuit with a leather cape and hood. She fished around in the pockets and brought a business card. "Call me sometime." she said, flicking it at me and turning to walk out the door as I reached to snatch the fluttering card from the air.

I found my robe and dashed after her, only to find my brother standing at the door with one of my ex's older sisters. "Whoa there, bro." he slurred. "How much did the extra time set you back? It's you're birthday after all." he said, reaching for his wallet.

"Just buy whoever's coat we ruined a new one." I said and dodged around them to find her. She was gone, of course. At least there was still the card. 'Val's House Exotic. Clothes, Piercings, Tattoos and Gifts' it read with Gifts in italics. I'll definitely be paying a visit.



The Best Gift Ever



This story was written by me for a lovely Canadian lady to give as a gift to her lover. The story is based on their real life relationship.

*

The day started out with a blustery snowstorm coming in from the North. Living in Canada this was a natural occurrence for late December, but this one was not your typical winter snowfall. Six inches of the wintry flakes had already fallen with another foot due by morning. It was a wet snowfall to boot, covering everything in its path. I just knew that our rendezvous was not to happen tonight. I sat sadly watching as the snow heaped down on our little town, when the phone rang and startled me back to reality.

I picked up the phone and spoke half-heatedly, "Hello."

"Hello Kim! How are you sweetheart?" I heard him say, with much more enthusiasm than I thought possible given the circumstances. 

"Oh, Matty, this snow is going to ruin our evening," I almost cried into the phone.

"No, no my love," he retorted, "I have a plan. Don't fear baby, you'll see. I have it all taken care of. Just trust me.....ok?"

I sighed relief as I whispered, "Yes, my darling I do trust you as always."

"Good, you just concentrate on making yourself beautiful and leave the rest to me. Be ready to leave by six my love and I promise to not disappoint you," he said before hanging up the phone.

I sat a bit bewildered, wondering how he was going to pull this one off. Matty's wife was out of town on family business and my live-in lover was away with the *boys* for the weekend. This was a perfect opportunity for us to be together again. We had not seen one another in several weeks and I was so missing his touch; the warm caress of his fingers in my hair, against my cheek and my perky tits and yes, definitely even my hungry pussy. I so longed to be in his arms again, cuddling long into the night. I nearly moaned at the thought of it all happening in less than four hours. 

I floated up the stairs and into my bedroom, giggling merrily. I swear I don't remember my feet touching the steps. Lying across the bed I drifted off into a deep slumber. 

I awoke with a start two hours later. The room was dark with shadows playing off the walls. Looking out the window I saw to my dismay that everything was covered with snow. It clung to the trees and the lampposts. The sidewalks were drenched in the white powder and the streets looked impassable.

I sighed and whimpered to myself, "Oh nooooooo." 

But remembering his words to trust in him I went into the bathroom to prepare myself for our evening together. I slipped out of my slacks, pushing them down my shapely legs and unbuttoned my blouse allowing my fingers to idly graze my soft skin with each open button. Letting the silk material glide down my arms and rest in a heap at my feet, I turned on the shower. Then off with my satin bra and panties. Gauging the water temp with my fingers I pulled the ribbon out of my blonde hair, shaking it gently, and letting it cascade around my shoulders. 

Turning on the radio I smiled at the sounds of Cher singing, Emotional Fire. What a fitting song at that moment. I stepped into the shower and grabbed my shower gel and poured a healthy amount into the palm of my hand. Slowly lathering myself, starting at my creamy shoulders I spread the foam over my body. Just then the dream from my little nap came to me sending ripples of excitement thru me. My nipples immediately hardened as I touched them with the scented cream. I tweaked each just as he did in the wonderful vision. Then my hand slid down over my tummy and I cupped my shaven mound. 

"Ohhhhhhh Matty," I softly moaned as my fingers entered my lips. 

I could feel my clit stiffen and swell as I stroked it gently. Leaning back against the shower wall I put one foot up on the side of the tub and I slid my fingers down thru my silky slit to my love hole. Dipping two fingers inside my canal I let out a long moan. I thrust them in and out now moving steadily faster with each plunge. Finally hitting my g-spot, I exploded all over my fingers. The creamy cum poured out of me and seeped down my legs. Bringing my fingers up I could smell my sex on them. 

I finished my shower and grabbed a fluffy towel from the rack. Wringing out my thick, hair I wrapped the towel around my long mane. Then I reached for another to dry my body. I stood before the mirror assessing my body. I liked what I saw and I know Matty loves it too. He always loved to feel every inch of me before making love to me, paying special attention to my luscious, (His word) tits. He makes me feel so beautiful and especially wanted. That was much more than I could say for my live in partner. 

Sighing softly I took the towel off my head and began brushing my tresses. I did the usual girly things next; drying my hair, moisturizing my face and body with a beautifully scented lotion.

Opening my dresser drawer I lifted out the pretty little pink teddy that I had bought last weekend at Victoria's Secret and let it softly fall open. The sheerness of the fabric took my breath away as I thought of his eyes settling on my curves underneath it. Looking up in the mirror a gentle smile formed on my lips as I held it up to my naked body.

"Oh Matty, I do hope this happens tonight," I thought to myself.

Brushing away any residual fears I picked out my clothes for the evening. Taking a matching baby blue lace bra and thong from my dresser I lay them on the bed, smiling to myself. Matty loved me in blue; any shade of blue. He says that it brings out the shine of my hazel eyes. Next I chose a powder blue angora sweater that showed lots of cleavage and a tight fitting pair of cream colored woolen slacks. 

Slipping into my clothes I hummed a soft tune to myself; one that Matty had given me by Nickleback; called Photograph. I was grinning from ear to ear thinking of our impending time together. In just under an hour now we would be in each other's arms again. My heart was already skipping beats and my pussy oozing a familiar wetness. I could feel my panties becoming damp now. I thought about changing but wiped that thought right out of my head as quick as it came into it. 

I grabbed an overnight bag and threw my toothbrush and other toiletries in it along with a clean thong and my teddy. Giggling happily I tossed in my favorite cologne and *playthings*. 

Matty loves my ass and my tits with equal abandon. He likes to grab my ass and growl when doing so as he squeezes tightly. My breasts are a very *big* turn on for him also. He loves suckling the firmness of my 38 D supple tits. When I wrap my long legs around him he moans with pleasure at the softness and smoothness of them. 

Turning out the lights to the bedroom I closed the door behind me; closing in any guilt feelings I may be harboring about my tryst with Matty. Nothing was going to ruin this one night we had to be together; to make love until we collapsed in each other's arms; holding each other till morning's light. Tonight would be for making love, for fucking and sucking and licking and ohhhhhh yessssss everything our heart's desire!!

I sat my bag by the front door and turned on the outside light. It was still snowing cats and dogs, but I tried not to worry about it. Matty said he would take care of everything and I had nothing but faith in my lover to keep his word. Walking into the living room I sat down on the sofa picking up a magazine. I idly flipped thru the pages slowly, not really seeing anything. 

My mind was on other things. I couldn't wait to feel Matty's hands on my body again. The way he made me feel about me was so special. He was never critical of me. Instead just the way he looked at me could make me melt into a puddle of sheer bliss.

Just as I was losing myself in my thoughts the doorbell rang. I hurried out to see Matty.

Much to my dismay it was not my Matty, but a gentleman in a three piece black suit. He took off his hat and bowed to me.

"Good evening, Ma'am. I'm here to pick you up and take you to meet Mr. Matt at the Aquarius," he said in a husky and yet smooth tone.

Looking over his shoulder I could see there sitting at the curb a white Hummer. 'Wow Matty really was taking no chances on getting me to him tonight,' I thought. 

"Oh, my goodness; this is a surprise. I had no idea I would be chauffeured to the Aquarius!" I giggled. 

"Yes, Ma'am. Do you have a bag?"

"Oh yes, thank you Sir," I chided, reaching behind me for my overnight satchel and handing it to him.

I pulled on my coat and gloves and closed the door behind me once again closing out all doubts of what I was about to do. The chauffeur took my hand and helped me to the vehicle taking care to not let me slip on the ice packed snow. I slipped into the seat and curled up; pulling a soft blanket up over my lap. Although the temperature inside was very cozy I still felt a bit chilled from the bitterness outside. 

Pulling away from the curb I looked back on my house. I was amazed at how peaceful I felt about this rendezvous with Matty tonight. I know in my heart that this was meant to be. Matty was not any happier in his marriage than I was in my home life. We made each other feel alive again and that was the only thing that mattered right now. I wanted to get to him as quickly as possible. 

The Aquarius is a little place that rents out rooms hourly, which is all we had been able to do to this point. Tonight would be different for us. It would be the first time we spent more than a couple of hours together at one time. My heart was beginning to race as we approached the road that would take me to the door of my lover.

When we turned the corner and I could see the Aquarius in view I pulled out my lipstick and mirror and touched up my pink lips. Brushing the hair away from my face I smiled into the reflection. 

We pulled up to the front of the building and the chauffeur got out and helped me to the door. He handed me my bag and smiling brought my hand to his lips and kissed it gently saying, "You look beautiful if you don't mind me saying Miss. Mr. Matt is one lucky fellow." He turned then and disappeared into the Hummer once again pulling away into the night.

At the front desk I told the clerk who I was there to see and he smiled, handing me a key to Room 33. I walked over to the elevator and pushed the button. The elevator opened immediately and my heart began to pitter patter faster. You would think this was my first meeting with Matty for goodness sakes! We had been seeing each other for a couple of months by now, but every time was like my first.

The doors opened to the third floor and I got off the elevator feeling the doors whoosh closed behind me with a thump. I almost jumped out of my skin! Get a grip I thought as I laughed to myself. 

The arrows showed to the right and down the hallway to our room. I followed the door numbers till I came to Rm 33. I stood there for a long moment before putting the key in the lock. I swear my heart stopped beating for a few seconds. I opened the door and let out a little gasp.

The room was aglow in candlelight. There was the gentle scent of vanilla and raspberry swirling about in the air. A table sat off to the right with a tablecloth and two full place settings laid upon it. One very beautiful red rose nestled a pretty little crystal vase in the center of the table. Matty was nowhere in site!

I sat my bag down on the dresser and looked in the bathroom; still no Matty. I was just beginning to think that the snow people came and kidnapped him, giggling to myself, when the door opened behind me startling me. I turned to see my Matty standing there all big and bold. His well-defined body was clothed in a soft brown sweater and brown slacks. He looked so very handsome smiling down on me.

I ran over and threw myself into his arms as he cradled me, hugging me to him so tightly. "Mmmmmmmm, you look good enough to eat my love," I cooed.

"Not yet lover, we have other things to eat before we get started on each other," he said laughingly. He pulled me away to arms length and surveyed me from head to toes and back up again, an evil grin encompassing his face.

"You do, however, look good enough to eat right now," he stated as he picked me up and carried me to the bed. "We can eat the food later. First I need to taste your honey pot." 

"Ooooooh Matty I've waited so long for this!!!" I panted.

Matty sat on the bed and stood me in front of him, drawing me in close. He nestled his nose in my tummy and inhaled deeply. "I swear I can smell your sex right through your clothes baby. God, I want you so fucking bad."

I ran my fingers thru his hair as he took the hem of my sweater and lifted it up over my tummy kissing and licking at it. Then he dipped his tongue into my belly button and I moaned softly into his hair. He stood up and drew the fabric up and over my tits exposing my ample cleavage to his lips. He pulled it off and tossed it on the floor.

Matty pulled me down on top of him now unclasping my bra. He kissed and nibbled on my shoulders as he eased the straps down and helped me out of it. God I wanted nothing more at that moment but for him to take me, fuck me hard and fast. I knew that he wanted to savor my body first so I held back as best I could.

Unzipping my slacks he eased them down over my long sensual legs. Hooking his fingers into my thong, he pulled it gently off and inhaled the scent from my already dripping pussy. 

Looking down into my eyes Matty stopped suddenly asking, "Do you still trust me?"

"Of course I do silly man," I cooed into his lips.

Then without warning Matty took my left hand and put a leather cuff on my wrist. I looked up at him searching for answers, but there were none to be found. He was silently taking control of the situation. He tied a piece of rope to the cuff and then drew it up above my head to the bedpost, knotting it into place. Then he did the same with the right hand. There was a little give to the rope, but not enough for me to reach one hand with the other.

I watched silently as he did the same with my ankles; tying them to the bottom bedposts. I was now spread eagle on the bed; my sex open wide to him and his wiles. Surprisingly I was not alarmed by these actions. I felt very calm in his hands. I knew he would not hurt me for the world.

He moved off the bed and went over to a cooler in one corner of the room. Opening it he took out a bottle of chocolate syrup and a can of whipped cream. My eyes widened. He chuckled heartily and kept on taking things out of the chest. Next he lifted out a container of long stemmed cherries and then a container that I could not see what was in it. I was beginning to wiggle in anticipation without even realizing I was doing it. Once again he just laughed and brought the items over to the nightstand.

Arranging them in what seemed like a deliberate order he then brought out a blindfold from the drawer. Placing it gently over my eyes he snugged it into place asking if I could see anything. I said that I could not and he was satisfied. 

"Ohhhhhhh Matty, that's so cold," I mewed as I felt a cold liquid drizzling over my left tit. I could feel my nipple immediately harden and my pussy began to twitch.

He chuckled lightly saying, "Baby, you ain't felt nothing yet!" 

Then I could hear him shaking the can of whipped cream just before spraying it in swirls across my entire areola and nipple. I shivered under the sensation. Then I think he placed a cherry on top of my nipple. At least it felt like a cherry.

He said, "Lay very still now my pet."

I felt him insert something into my pussy canal at this point. I was not sure what it was. It felt too big to be another cherry. The next thing I felt was that cool drizzle over my cunt lips and clitty. It felt like he had covered my entire mound with something. 

I realized what he was doing now. He was lathering me like a human sundae. I stifled a giggle, more out of respect for the intentness of which he was showing in his labors. The familiar spray of the whipped cream covered the chocolate sauce now. I had never felt anything so erotic in my entire life!

I began to say something but he brought a finger to my lips and just hushed me, "Shhhhhh my love, let me take care of you."

The first night Matty and I spent together I knew I would always feel comfortable with anything he wanted to do with or to me. He always knew just how to bring me pleasure in the most sensual ways. What he was doing for me tonight took much planning and I loved him so much at that moment for it.

I could feel Matty standing over me at the left side of the bed now. I knew he was smiling down at me with that special twinkle in his eyes that he many times said was only reserved for me. 

He leaned in and whispered into my ear, "Darling you are in for the ride of a lifetime tonight. I am going to take you to new heights that you have only dreamed of. If, however, I do ANYTHING that makes you feel uncomfortable or hurts you, just say red and I will stop. If you want me to slow down at any point say the word yellow. Do you understand pet?"

I nodded in agreement, smiling tenderly at this gentle man.

I had read of such things. He was taking on the role of Dominant tonight to test my submissiveness. He had said a couple of times that he felt I had a submissive heart, because of the way I want to please him all the time without regard to my own needs. Tonight he would exercise this belief with me and yes, that made me very happy.

I felt him pluck the cherry off my tit and then said, "Open your mouth my sweet."

I did as he commanded and he fed me the sweet fruit. I had never tasted a cherry so sweet in all my life. Maybe it was the mental aspect of what he was doing to me, but that was the most fucking sweet treat I had ever eaten!! 

"Ohhhhhh God yesssssss, Matty. Oh, oh, oh yesssssss!!!"

He was now licking the whipped cream off of my plump tit. He nibbled and gobbled up all the chocolate sauce too. While he was pulling and biting at my nipple I squirmed under his control. I swear I almost came right at that moment, but he stopped just before I reached that peak of orgasm. This was all new to me. He had never denied me an orgasm before. I wasn't sure I liked it at first.

He moved to the other side of the bed feeding me the cherry from my right tit and licking and devouring the chocolate and cream from that nipple too. I lay there moaning and writhing in spasms of pleasure. Again just before I could cum he stopped. 

I sighed deeply and he whispered again, "Patience princess, patience. I promise you the best orgasms over and over. Trust, remember?"

I shuddered out another sigh and nodded compliantly to him.

He ran his tongue down over my taut tummy now and right over my shaven mound, making an unseen trail to my nether region. My clit jumped as he ever so lightly breathed a cool steam of air over it. I moaned and lifted my hips trying to make him touch it, but he just pulled back and went about licking and suckling the cream and chocolate sauce from my lips and inner folds. He never once touched my clit though. His tongue swirled all around it but did not touch it. 

'Oh God, this is torture,' my mind screamed, but somehow I was enjoying it much more than usual. Could it be the anonymity of what he was doing? I could not see where he would attack next. Then he did it.....Oh my God he did it!! He took his teeth and pulled that something out of my pussy. 

Crawling up my body he dragged it along my sensitive skin and brought it up to rub it across my lips. I smiled with the knowledge of what it was now. He fed it to me; our lips touching as he bit down one end and I the other. It was the most luscious tasting strawberry I had ever had the pleasure of biting into. I moaned as I nibbled at it and He kissed me tasting my juices together with the chocolate and whipped cream. It was absolutely heavenly!




The Best Gift Ever!!



Terry Black ran a hand along the crease of his wife's spine to the crack of her ass. His index finger slid between her cheeks and then delved deep into her ass hole. Persia Black squirmed away from him and swatted his hand away. "Not on your fucking life," She said with her teeth clamped together. "It's Christmas Eve, and I was very clear about the rules for your gift." Persia rolled over onto her back, her perky brown breasts met Terry full on, the nipples erect despite her harsh tone. "No back door action until Christmas day!"

"Okay, fine." Terry placed his pale hand on the velvety brown expanse of her stomach, while his other hand took hold of his cock which was quickly hardening at his touch. "But the normal shit, that's fair game, right?" Terry began stroking his cock, the tip turning bright red as his pulse increased. Persia watched the motion intently as her her hand slid down into the narrow strip of curls that led to her pussy. "Ah, no touching," he said stopping her fingers from delving into her already wet entrance. Terry climbed on top of her, his cock sandwiched between them and pressed into her stomach. He began to move up and down, grinding his dick into the soft flesh of her stomach. She writhed beneath him, her eyes closed. 

"Open your eyes," he said slapping her cheek lightly. She did as she was told, and he continued rubbing his dick between them as his pulse quickened. With a swift movement he slid inside of her and she arched her back, raked her nails down his back. "Don't make a fucking sound," he growled into her ear. With strong, hard thrusts he rammed into her, the only sound was that of their flesh meeting with violent slaps. 

He slid out of her and moved so that his cock hit her mouth. Her tongue darted out and ran along the network of veins that laced his cock and he grabbed her face in his hand, squeezing it between his thumb and his index and middle fingers. "Did I give you permission to taste it?" 

"No," she said breathlessly, her eyes clinched shut as Terry began slapping her face with his cock. He ran the tip along the outline of her lips before he shoved it into the warm cavern of her mouth. She sucked eagerly, her big brown eyes stared up at him as his hips pivoted his member deeper down her throat. He removed his cock from her mouth and maneuvered her onto her hands and knees. 

"You want me to eat it?" He asked her, his voice husky as he stared at the glistening pink and brown flesh of her pussy, the chocolate pucker of her ass hole. 

"Yes please," she said, her voice breathless. 

"Beg me," Terry said, slapping her ass. 

"Terry baby, please eat my ass. Please eat my pussy." Persia's voice alone made his cock harder if that were at all possible. He began stroking his length again with his left hand while the middle finger of his right hand tunneled inside her pussy. As he stroked in and out of her with his middle digit, Persia gripped the pillows that surrounded them. 

"I'll eat you baby, as soon as you tell me again what you gonna get me for Christmas." Terry touched her clit lightly now, flicked it with the tip of his finger. 

"You get to stick that big white dick in my black ass," She said, her face pressed against the Mahogany head board. 

"And what else?" 

"You get to stick that big white dick in Kayla's perfect white ass. And her pussy, and her--" Persia's voice tapered off as Terry stuck his rigid tongue into her pussy. The juices ran over his tongue and down his chin as his finger joined the ministrations of his tongue. The tip of his index finger pressed in an unforgiving rhythm on the spongy button of her G-spot, and her cum poured into his palm, down his wrist. 

Orgasm after orgasm racked tore through Persia until she collapsed on the bed spent, her ass in the air still at the ready. Terry climbed on top of her and shoved his cock into her warm sopping wet pussy and pumped as hard as he could in time with Persia's intakes of breath. Terry came in sync with her as her final orgasm of the night ripped through her, her walls constricted and pulsed around his cock as his seed spilled into her and overflowed out of her. It was official. The holiday season was upon them. 

~~

Kayla was a Godsend-if God was in the business of providing horny couples with beautiful neighbors. She hadn't sealed the deal with her, yet, but Persia was confident that it would be a piece of cake. Outside it was cold but the sun was out and its rays cast a brilliant light on the snow that blanketed every inch of their cul-de-sac. Persia was outside under the guise of shoveling her front walk way. However, she was less interested in the shovel than she was in Kayla as she made her way out of the house to pluck her paper from her snow covered steps. 

"Hey Kayla!" Persia called out, waving. It was Christmas morning Kayla had no family in the area and had told Persia a few days ago that she'd be spending the holiday alone with a bowl of popcorn and her favorite movies. Persia had told her that she and Terry weren't doing much either and that she could stop by if she wanted. But Persia wasn't the type to leave anything to chance. She promised Terry that he would get to fuck Kayla, and she wasn't in the business of breaking promises. 

"Hey Persia! How are you! Merry Christmas!" She called out, pulling her robe tight about herself, but not before Persia caught a peek of the side of one of her smooth pale breasts. Persia dropped her shovel and walked toward the fence that separated Kayla's yard from she and Terry's own. 

"Merry Christmas to you too. I hope you still plan on stopping by later," Persia said. 

"Yeah, definitely, if I'm still welcome." 

"Of course you are!" Persia said. "Come over any time after six. We'll be waiting." 

~~

Kayla Green was new in town and more lonely than she admitted to her parents on their nightly check-up calls. She'd made the mistake of relocating to Toledo, Ohio from Reno, Nevada right before the holiday season. She'd spent Thanksgiving alone and she didn't think she'd be able to handle spending Christmas the same way. Luckily, she had two nice and very hot neighbors who had taken a liking to her. Kayla applied her lipstick as the final touch to her subtle makeup, and grabbed her coat. The clock in the living room read 6:00 on the dot as she passed. She hoped she wasn't too punctual. 

She rang the Blacks' doorbell and waited, feeling only slightly nervous. A few seconds passed before the door opened, and there stood Terry Black. He was tall and his well muscled chest stressed the fabric of his simple white t-shirt. His blond hair was shaved close, and his neck was tattooed with Persia's name. "Hey honey, she came," Terry called over his shoulder as he stepped aside and allowed Kayla to enter. Kayla stepped into the dim living room. Candles were sitting in various places about the room. Kayla didn't see a light on anywhere. 

Persia materialized from the darkness, her dark brown skin glowing beautifully in the flickering candle light. Her large soft-looking breasts were nearly bare, pushed together in a red velvet bra with fur trim. Her thong matched. A Santa's cap was pulled down over her long thick hair. 

"Um, did I interrupt something?" Kayla asked, edging closer to the door. 

"No, you're just in time honey." Persia said. From behind her back she revealed a pair of furry handcuffs which she swung around on her index finger. "Now, believe it or not, I promised you to my beautiful husband here as a Christmas present. I made that promise before knowing exactly how I was going to deliver. But then I realized, I always get what I want and what I can't get easily, I take. Ain't that right baby?" Persia asked Terry who nodded and grabbed her ass in a quick rough hold. "So you can either submit willingly to me or I'll take what I want," Persia said, moving up inches from Kayla's face. 

"So, you're going to, rape me?" Kayla asked. 

"Rape? I wouldn't be that dramatic. Rape is not enjoyable. Everything that's going to happen to day is going to feel better than you ever imagined," Persia said. 

"I'm not interested," Kayla said with little conviction. She took a few quick steps for the door and was easily snatched up by Terry who wrangled her flailing body up the stairs and into their bedroom. Terry held her down while Persia went to work handcuffing her to the frame of their bed. 

"Take off her clothes sweetie," Persia said standing back and admiring Kayla's body. Kayla had worn a simple red blouse and jeans, but Terry was unbuttoning her shirt now, revealing her breasts inch by inch. 

"No bra huh? I like that." Persia said, helping Terry pull her jeans over her feet. Once Kayla was completely naked, Persia straddled Kayla's waist and lifted her ass into the air. "Now here's how this is going to work. You do what me and my sweetie say, and you'll enjoy yourself. Otherwise, things might become a little sketchy. Understand?" Kayla nodded, hating the way the heat gathered between her legs as she watched Terry pull his shirt over his head. He was handsome, and his body was absolutely amazing. Persia wasn't bad herself, not by any stretch. Her face was angelic, her skin tone dark and even, her body thin with curvy hips and large breasts. The two of them were almost too beautiful together to be real. 

"Suck on my tits while my man fucks me, okay?" Persia said, sliding out of her bra and letting her breasts fall free. She leaned over so that her breasts were right in reach of Kayla's mouth. Kayla's tongue darted out and tasted Persia's nipple. She closed her eyes and suckled the left one, and then the right, her stomach in knots. She didn't know what they would do to her if she refused to participate in their little sex game, but she hadn't had sex in months and her body was giving in to the act even if her mind wasn't. 

Persia's breasts began to vibrate against her face as Terry rammed into Persia from behind. Kayla could see him in the mirror that spanned the wall beside their bed. His expression was serious, a vein played in his temple. He leaned over and spoke things into Persia's ear that Kayla couldn't hear while Persia moaned and shuddered against Kayla's mouth. 

"Oh shit," Terry grunted before he collapsed on Persia's back.

"Well, now that part's done baby, how about you fuck our little Kayla here into oblivion?" Persia laughed and slid down Kayla's body so that her mouth hovered over Kayla's bare pussy. "But I'm gonna warm you up for him, okay?" Persia's tongue passed over Kayla's clit and Kayla cried out, her mind racing as she nearly came from the mere touch of Persia's tongue. 

"She likes it baby," Terry said, stroking his dick as he looked down at Kayla. Kayla squirmed against her restraints as Persia continued, flicking just the tip of her tongue of Kayla's clit which was hard and warm now. Kayla moaned and watched Persia's head dip and move as her tongue suddenly slid inside of Kayla's tight snatch. 

"Oh my God!" Kayla called out, her pelvis jerked as she came, hard, and Persia didn't miss a beat. She stuck her middle finger inside of Kayla, twirled it around while her eyes were locked on Kayla's. 

"Baby, she's more than ready. What do you want first, her pussy or her ass. Or...her mouth?" 

"Her pussy," Terry said. 

"Wait!" Kayla cried out, still feeling week from the orgasm. 

"What? We're not letting you go if that's what this is about," Persia said. 

"Well, that's not what I want. Not really. I just, can you guys let me out of the cuffs? I won't run, I promise," Kayla pleaded. She felt like she'd stuck her tongue in an electrical socket. Her whole body was warm and she wanted more. Persia and Terry looked good. Persia had brought her to an orgasm stronger than any man had ever managed, and Terry's cock was bigger than anything she'd ever seen outside of a porno. If she were going to be forced into sex with these two, she might as well be able to enjoy it. 

"Let her out Persia," Terry said, "you just blew her mind with that head game. She ain't going nowhere." 

"Whatever you say baby," Persia said getting up and releasing Kayla's wrists and ankles from the cuffs. Kayla laid still as both of them watched her, as if waiting for her to make a run for it. She didn't. 

"Well baby, here's your present, mind if I watch?" Persia said, taking a seat in the easy chair in the corner of the room.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Terry said, climbing on top of Kayla. 

~~

Persia couldn't keep her hands off of herself. She watched the muscles in Terry's ass flex and relax as he plowed deep into Kayla's pussy. Terry laced his fingers through Kayla's golden blonde hair and pulled at it as he fucked her from the back, his balls smacking against her pussy. Kayla's breasts quivered and shook with each thrust, and only the whites of Kayla's eyes were showing. Persia laughed to herself. That was the effects of Terry's dick. Persia plunged her middle finger into her pussy as Terry shoved his cock into Kayla's open and waiting mouth. 

"Yeah, spit all over it," Terry said softly as Kayla lapped and sucked at his cock. "Get it nice and wet and ready. Have you ever been fucked in your ass?" He asked her. Unable to speak because of her full mouth, she shook her head no. 

"We need music for this, to celebrate this joyous event!" Persia said rising from her seat and pressing play on the cd player. Festive holiday tunes blasted from the speakers as Kayla got on her hands and knees. She shrieked as Terry pushed himself into her asshole. 

"Oh shit baby, I don't know if I can hold off it's tight as fuck!" Terry said to Persia. 

"Pace yourself baby. How does it feel Kayla?" Persia asked. 

"It hurts a little, but it feels good at the same time," Kayla said breathlessly. 

"Relax, Terry's big boy, it'll take a little bit for him to get acclimated. Breathe, and I'll take care of that tight little snatch of yours." Persia slid beneath Kayla and pressed her mouth to Kayla's pussy. Persia stiffened as she felt Kayla's mouth on her clit as well, licking and flicking over her clit rhythmically as Persia returned to favor. 

Terry's balls slapped against the top of Persia's head as he fucked Kayla's ass hole with increased intensity. The music cascaded over them as a soundtrack to their feverish fucking. Persia came hard as Kayla moaned, her knees buckling. Persia caught her just as Terry cursed and yelled, his cum filling Kayla's hole and splattering against the sheets. 

"Merry Christmas you guys." Kayla said as they all lay tangled in the sheets in post coital bliss. 

"Merry Christmas Persia, Kayla," Terry said his eyes heavy. 

"And to all a good fucking night!" Persia said before drifting off to sleep.



The Best Gift



About 6 o'clock, I took another shower to refresh me and rinse off, and got dressed. Given that Mattie was planning on the bathhouse scene from his party, I dressed in a navy blue jock strap, enjoying the snugness is provided my cock and balls, a pair of Levi's, white tee shirt and my tan contractor steel toe boots. I looked in the mirror and flashed back to Mattie's party from years ago – and I was dressed just about the same. Perfect for what I figured this evening would be.

I got to Mattie's house just a few minutes before 7:00, punctual and as requested. I rang the bell and waiting. A few moments later, a lithe young man, no more than 24 or 25, answered the door, wearing nothing but a pair of mesh shorts. The crotch area had a slightly sheer nylon patch, trying to keep his cock from view. "You must be Chris! Come on in! Mattie is expecting you!"

He led me through the house towards the back yard. There were pockets of men around, some fully clothed, some in shorts and tank tops, a few in towels and some just buck assed naked, cocks dangling or bobbing about. "Typical Mattie party" I thought to myself. All of the TVs were on and different porn videos were showing in each room – ranging from vanilla sex scenes to hard-core flogging and bondage shots. My cock stirred a bit in my jeans, enjoying the sites and sounds emanating from the sets.

I was led to the yard area, which had been lit with Tiki torches, forming a pathway to the detached garage; the door to the garage was open and I could see dim lights glowing from within. Mattie lived in an older section of town – full of big houses on even bigger lots. Most of the properties were about a half an acre in size – many owners had added a 2nd house in the back as a guest accommodation or a rental property. Mattie's was still one of the few in the neighborhood with just the one house on it. He'd added a 2nd garage in the back, as well as having a small cabana type house built near the pool – with tea house style walls of doors that could open the space completely to the yard, creating an outdoor living room.

I could see people milling about in the yard area, similar to the views from inside. A few had even jumped in the pool, swimming in Speedos, jocks or nothing at all. I was mentally counting the number of guys, realizing that there were probably 40 guys here already! There was laughter and music coming from the open door to the 2nd garage, and I heard Mattie squeal with glee as some joke was told. The boy led me to the cabana and told me that Mattie was waiting for me in the garage, but I needed to change. I knew exactly what he meant, entered the cabana and stripped down to my jock and my boots – just like the old days.

I headed to the garage, and Mattie met me at the door. "Christopher! Darling! There you are! I was beginning to think that little punk had spirited you away for his own enjoyment! I would have snatched that little boy bald and shaved his pubes – except that they're already all shaved!" Mattie pulled me into the garage, and the night from our past sprang to life before me. He'd recreated the main room of The Muscle Den in his garage, with couches placed around the space, framing a center area, lit from above. There was a group of televisions along one wall, showing different movies like the ones inside, a small bar area and a group of guys all standing around, again, in various states of undress. It was like a trip back in time, and I felt a tug of sorrow, remembering the night I'd met Andreas. But, this was a party and I wasn't about to be sad.

"So, darling! What do you think? I did good, didn't I?" Mattie was beaming, all smiles and glowing eyes.

"Yes, Mattie, you did wonderful. But, where's my champagne?" I smile back at Mattie; glad he'd gone through all this trouble for me.

"Darling! Oh! Bobby! Bobby?" he called out. "Where is our guest of honor's drink? I told you that you need to make sure that ALL of his needs are met tonight. Do you understand?" The young man that had met me at the door was standing before Mattie, nodding his head. He quickly moved to the bar, poured a glass of champagne and returned, offering the glass to me. "That's better," Mattie purred, stroking Bobby's crotch through the shorts. The young man's cock swelled under the tight nylon fabric, stretching the mesh sides. His cock was clearly outlined by the fabric, showing a long, but thin shaft and head. A bit of pre-cum blossomed across the fabric, showing that he was at least horny and ready to go.

Mattie was telling me how he'd been longing to throw a party like this, something harkening back to the days when AIDS and HIV hadn't been heard of yet – a party of free booze, free sex, just freedom. But, however, it was also a party with a conscience – boxes of condoms and bottles of lube were freely distributed throughout the space, acknowledging the presence of the epidemics and hinting that Barebacking was allowed. Even all of the porn vids flickering across the screens showed the models plugging asses, all the while, little woodie was all suited up and wearing his latex slicker

I was amazed at the results of Mattie's careful planning. He'd spared nearly no expense, even somehow recreating the Muscle Den's signs – an erotically artful image of a big, beefy muscle guy plugging the rounded bubble butt on an equally muscular guy, bent over at the waist, his upper body 'resting' on the end of the word Den. I missed the feel of the Muscle Den – it had closed over a dozen years ago, brought down by the stigma and the fear of AIDS in those days of hot and easy sex.

We'd all gone there on the closing day, hosting a farewell party for the end of an era; the end of our innocence (and lack thereof), the end of our freedoms. It was a grand idea, but it was ultimately too late and the club left with a pop instead of a BANG! Too many faces were gone, too many soon to leave. It was bittersweet, knowing how many were gone and not knowing how many were yet to fall. Now, the building was used as a storage space for a big furniture chain. I doubt anybody there knew of the hot times and lustful carnal pleasures that had taken place on those same concrete floors.

I came back to reality, with Mattie blissfully unaware of my vacation to memory land. He wanted me to mingle, explore, and "for God's sake! Have fun! Get laid! Fuck a dozen guys! This is a party!" He whished away towards the yard, grabbing young Bobby by his hard cock and dragging him off to spread cheer and sex – and maybe a few ass cheeks with his cock.

I glanced around the room, seeing faces of people I recognized from the bars and around town. I headed into the house, looking for a bit of a snack, meeting friends and acquaintances along the way, gathering birthday wishes and kisses, as well as a few gropes and grabs. I exchanged my champagne for a rum & coke at the bar in the yard area, hosted by a very sexy, and very naked, muscled stud boy, no doubt a 'business associate' of Mattie's. Mattie had branched out from fashion years ago, getting involved in the porn movie and magazine industry. As a producer, he had an eye for details – and an eye for incredibly hot and hung models – and always was surrounded by sexy young guys hoping for a chance on his movie and photography shoots, even if they did have to stop at his casting couch along the way.

I wandered around the party, looking at many of the now completely naked men, many of them involved in duos, 3 ways and more, fucking and sucking with abandon. It was like watching a porn video in real life – with no annoying camera angles, crappy dialogue or bad performances. I lingered a while in the recreated Muscle Den for a while, enjoying the show of p guys laying in a circle, each sucking on the cock of the man next to him, all expertly swallowing massive members with talented tongues. My own cock stirred in my jock, tenting the mesh fabric and pulling at the elastic, allowing my balls to slip out the underside. I headed out to the cabana, stripping my jock from my torso, letting my hardening cock swing free. I stuffed the jock into my jeans, folded on a chair and headed back to the yard for a refill of my cocktail.

I picked up my new drink as a voice called out "Happy Birthday, Christopher!" I turned and saw the waiter from the restaurant, Joshua, standing a few feet away, dressed in a snug, white posing strap – just a pouch with a waistband, his cock and balls filling the pouch out nicely. He had a small box in his hands, wrapped in brightly colored paper. 

"Uh... Hi... thanks!" I stammered, now feeling slightly ashamed as my nakedness. My cock had softened some while walking around, but it was now growing fuller again, rising from my loins, engorging with lust. I could feel my cheeks flush a bit as I looked towards those beautiful Emerald eyes. "Um... Do you want a drink?" I motioned to the bartender, standing behind me.

"Sure. Can I have a beer?" he asked of the bartender, looking over my shoulder. "I'm starting to feel a little overdressed. Oh! And, here... this is for you," he said, handing me the package. 

I looked down at the box, taking it from his hands. "Thanks!" I said, not wanting to take my eyes of his body. His broad shoulders and chest were covered with a light coat of dark hair, matching his goatee and head. His nipples popped on his pecs, protruding through the layer of curly dark hair that stood out against his dark skin. The hair thinned as it went down his body, creating an arrow-like shape that disappeared into his crotch. His legs were firm and muscular, showing that he worked out regularly. There coarse hair flowed from his loins, down his thighs and over his calves. "Um.... Should I open this now?" I asked, trying to make us both feel a bit more comfortable. I held the box lower, trying to block my hardening cock from his line of sight. Of course, that was counter-productive, as his eyes kept glancing to the box as we talked.

"Sure, go ahead," he nodded towards the package, which was doing a worse job of hiding my own package than I had hoped. "I hope you like it." I glanced down at the box and tore at the paper. I opened the box and inside was a model of the same kind of car that I drove. "I saw you pull away from the diner, and then I saw this later today and figured it worked." I pulled the toy car from the box, setting my drink on the bar. It was one of those metal and plastic motorized cars that they sell at the swap meets and toy stores. It was a perfect scale model of my own car, right down to the color of the body and the hard little plastic interior.

"Wow! This is cool! I've never gotten anything like this before! Thanks." I nodded to him, showing my appreciation. My cock was still in full erection mode, getting harder by the minute and harder to hide. I was pleased to look at Joshua's pouch and noticed his cock stirring in the fabric, as well. "Let me go and put this with my stuff." I grabbed my drink and motioned towards the cabana house. "I can just think of where to keep this in my house." I crossed the lawn, skirting the pool area. There were 2 young hunks lying on their backs on pool floats, as 2 other guys were standing in the pool, sucking on their cocks. Another couple was on the stairs of the shallow end, a muscle bound youth pounding deep and hard on another stud's ass. Both were moaning softly, enjoying the pleasures of the night.

I stepped into the cabana and headed towards the chair my clothes were on. Joshua followed behind, commenting "Wow! This is a really great place your pal has. I was kind of scared when he came back and talked to me as you guys were leaving. He told me that there was a party tonight and that he wanted me to be there. I had started to say no, but he told me that it was your 40th birthday today and that you'd be a special guest of honor. I couldn't refuse."

I turned to thank him, and noticed that he'd closed the door to the room. His cock was jutting out as far as the cotton pouch would allow, and a smile was crossing his luscious lips. "Besides, I knew this would be a chance that I could see you again." He slipped a hand under the elastic of his strap and slid it down his legs. His cock pulled free from the fabric and was glistening with moisture. His pubes were trimmed up and his balls were shaved – a combination I found instantly appealing. I've never been much for perfectly shaved guys – reminds me too much of when we were all 10! – or the total opposite: a mangled mass of curly hair, spread across the balls and surrounding the cock like an overgrown lawn. No, I preferred a slight trimming here and there, the pubes then framing the cock and balls like a lion's mane.

He stepped towards me, his cock bobbing in the night air. His balls hung below his engorged member, swaying with his step. He had no tan lines, and his brown complexion glistened in the dim lights. He reached out and grabbed my cock in one hand, my neck in the other. He pulled me close and kissed me, slipping his tongue between my lips. I closed my eyes, feeling the heat of our bodies wash over me. His cock rubbed up against mine, a thick 8 inches of Latin heat. I kissed him back, my hands reaching for his body, feeling his back, his ass, his chest. My hands slid over his body, like an explorer to a new world, feeling and caressing the plains of his abs and the mountains of his flesh. 

I pulled back from him, a bridge of saliva between our lips. I looked into his eyes, watching a fire burn deep in his those emerald beauties. My cock throbbed with desire, twitching each time our dicks touched. He leaned back to me and kissed me again, planting kisses on my lips, my face; slowly kissing his way down my chin and neck, across my chest, licking my abs as he worked towards my cock.

"Damn!" he said, before swallowing my hard shaft with his lips. His goatee tickled as he slid down my shaft, taking it deep in his mouth. His tongue slide around the pulsing meat in his mouth, savoring the flavor my cock gave him. He moaned deep down, sending waves of pleasure through my cock, as he sucked it long and hard. His hands slid along my torso, rubbing my abs and pecs, brushing against my nipples. His tongue worked the shaft of my cock as he slowly worked his lips along the length of it. I moaned as his tongue flicked across the head, tasting the slit, my fingers pulling on his hair.

He sucked on my shaft, drawing me closer and closer to shooting my hot cum into his mouth. He kept sucking me closer and closer to climax, backing off at the right moment, only to drive me closer to the edge again. He pulled my cock from his mouth looking up at my face. His face glistened in the light, a fine coat of sweat covering his features. "Fuck, you're so hot!" I gasped, meaning both his expertise at sucking a cock and at his beautiful face and body. "And I could get lost in those deep eyes!"

He stood, kissing me hard on the lips again, and I could taste my cock on his tongue. "I want you in me" he spoke softly through our kisses. "I want your cock buried deep in my ass – fucking me until we both burn with orgasm!" He led me towards the futon in the room and we fell on top of it kissing and caressing each other. Just as it had been in the garage turned Muscle Den, there were condoms and lube on the tables in the Cabana. He reached for the lube, applying it to my cock, rubbing up and down the shaft and around the head. I pulled open the foil packet and placed the condom on my cock. He slid his hand up and rolled the condom down my pulsing shaft. It felt so good, feeling his hand along my cock, warming the lube with his heat. I warmed some lube in my own hands and worked it around his ass, slipping a finger into his hot hole.

He moaned with pleasure, guttural grunts coming from deep inside, as I used my fingers to fuck his hole, loosening the tight muscle for my hard cock. He writhed beneath me, his body arching up to meet mine. I lifted his legs and pushed the tip of my dick against his ass. "Are you ready?" I asked as I teased his ass with the head of my dick.

"Oh, fuck, man! Stick that cock in my ass! I want to feel your lust, your passion, deep in my hole!" I pressed the head further against his ass and slowly sank into his chute. Slowly, I thrust my cock deeper and deeper, grinding into his pulsing ass. He pulled my cock deeper into his ass, grinding his hips in rhythm with mine. I pulled my cock out and slipped it right back in again, feeling him quiver beneath me. "Fuck me, man! Fill me with your cock!"

I continued pushing my cock into his ass, deeper and faster with each passing moment. We matched each other's rhythms, his ass pulling my cock deeper in as I drove it deeper into his ass. He was stroking his hard cock in time with each thrust, pulling the skin tight, drawing his balls up and down against my stomach. Each grind and thrust, each pull and pound, driving us closer and closer to orgasm, moans and groans falling from our lips. With each thrust, we came closer to spilling our lust and culminating our lust.

I felt my cum churning in my balls, pushing for release. Joshua's breathing came harder and faster as he stroked his cock and I filled his ass. "Oh, God! Fuck yeah!" he yelled as the first drops of cum escaped his cock. My own orgasm was beginning and I pulled my pulsing cock from his ass, whipping the condom off and to the floor. My hot cum shot out of my cock, landing on his abs. His own cock twitched and shook as he stroked shot after shot of his creamy jizz from deep inside his balls. Our cum pooled on his abs and chest, mixing together and becoming one. We shuddered with each escaping load of sperm, finally collapsing in a heap on the futon.

We lay there for a while, content and satisfied from our fucking. Each moment we lingered, we could hear the sounds of sex outside in the yard – as the pool boys fucked and sucked their orgasms from each other, filling the night with their heated sexual mating. Joshua and I curled on the cushions, dozing in our post coital bliss; enjoying the heat flowing from our bodies; our lust momentarily spent. We fell asleep, out bodies entwined, limbs wrapped about torsos, hands grasping hands.

The intercom buzzed on the table next to my head. I slowly opened my eyes, the brightness of the morning shining through the fabric covered glass doors. I pushed the talk button, and mumbled "Hello?"

"There you are! I couldn't find you last night! The last I time I saw you was in the Muscle Den, surrounded by all those other men. I, um... Well, I had other guests to attend to, if you know what I mean?"

"Yes, Mattie, I understand. I saw that hot little guest you attended to. Was he as pretty in bed as he was out of it?"

"Oh, you know, he was... Latin... And he was hot, let me tell you! But I guess you had some fun too, or did you go into the Zen of Masturbation routine again? Oh, God! Please tell me you're not stroking your cock in the morning light again! That is just SO pathetic!"

"No, you old queen. What if I told you that there was some hot little thing lying here with me, spent and exhausted from a night of fucking hard? I mean, you could have interrupted while our cocks rose with the sun, filling the voids of darkness and night!"

"Oh, puh-leeze! Don't make me come down there and ..."

Joshua sat up slightly. "Don't you dare come down here now! I've got a cock that needs attention and we don't want to be disturbed!" he interrupted Mattie's harangue. He pulled my hand from the intercom as we both started to laugh. We kissed longingly as our cocks hardened and grew between our bodies, our sexual warmth growing and spreading like the new morning light.