My Christmas box

On a recent night out he had drunk more than was usual and as I was driving him home he confided that they had recently ‘done it’ and he was no longer a virgin. Worst of all they had only done it twice so far and then she had moved. When he had gone over to visit her as the house was not yet finished they could not be alone anywhere so all they had done was snog and he had ‘copped a feel’. She hadn’t been able to suck his cock, something else she had done for him and he had gone home with a full set of aching balls. At this point he grabbed himself between the legs and in the light from the pavement light I could see a dark shadow between his legs. “I miss her so much,” he sobbed clutching the bulge in his palm.

Worried I had helped him inside his house and luckily enough his sister Lindsey was in the front room with her boyfriend. Quickly I told her what he was like and what he had been doing. To my surprise she laughed, “Oh that, he’s being doing that about her even when he’s sober. You’d think no one else in the world had sex before,” but she had helped me to get him in the front room.

Mark her boyfriend was just doing up his trousers when we got in and I knew they had been doing something before we arrived. Iain was dumped on the sofa and Lindsey went and made some coffee for us all. By the time she came back Iain was sat back on the sofa and looked like he was fast asleep. I wondered how she was going to get him to drink coffee and get him to bed and said so.

“Oh that’s easy,” she replied watch and putting the coffee mug in his hand she said loudly in his ear, “Iain drink your coffee.”
To my and Mark’s surprise Iain’s eyes opened and he picked the mug up and drank it all.
“Mum say’s he’s just like dad when he gets pissed, goes out for the count but give him an instruction and he does exactly what’s he’s told to do,” Lindsey explained.
“How about getting him to bed?” asked Mark and could see really that he wanted to be alone with Lindsey.
“S’easy,” giggled Lindsey, “watch this,” and again she commanded in his ear, “Iain get undressed for bed,” and we sat back to watch.

Iain shook his head as he opened his eyes and put the empty coffee mug down, then he took of his coat folding it neatly beside him and likewise off came his clothes down to his off gold yellow slip that was his underwear. I had no idea he wore those sort of briefs and I must admit it was full if not overfull. I watched as his hands moved down to take them off and Lindsey stopped him.

“Stop now Iain," she instructed and turned to us adding, “I don’t want to see that smelly knob of his.”
It was a shame but I knew she was right, I also felt that Mark wanted to see it as well just to measure out the opposition.
“Oh go on Lynd,” he giggled, “go on tell ‘im to ‘ave a wank,” and he gave me a conspirational look.
“I’m doing no such thing,” she said indignantly and the next thing both of us were out of the house and through the closed door we hear the instruction, “Iain go upstairs to bed.”
“Sod it,” said Mark, “I was sure I was going to get some tonight. I was doing alright until you lot came in.” and he got into his car and left. I drove home slowly giving Iain different instructions as I engineered a new fantasy.

In the back of the car I could see by the interior light I had switched on that Iain had not been sick at all he was just stroking the car seat and calling out “Lisa, Lisa, Lisa.” I knew that was his girlfriends name. Iain was slumped against the rear passenger door so when I turned around I could see straight down into his crotch. I looked at him between the legs and then up at his sleeping face. Again I could see that bulging slip, could I, dare I have a look myself.

Carefully I reached out and touched the soft bundle of his groin. It felt squishy and lumpy but he did not stir. I edged my hand up to his zip and undid it, a golden glow came through the opening cloth and I pulled his flies aside to reveal a deep yellow gold coloured slip. Like the previous time it was generously filled. This close I could smell a musky aroma that filled my brain and enhanced my senses.

I edged my hand in slowly to touch the undulating lump in font of me. As I made contact it felt warm and I traced the line of Iain’s dormant cock as it lay sleeping in its lair. I tried to get in further but the car seat got in the way, I had to try another position. I ended up knelt on the drivers’ seat, my bum sorta sitting in the steering wheel and I leaned over the seat. I was much more closer and could even undo the top of jeans to expose him more fully, His male aroma wafted up even more strongly and now I pulled at his shirt to uncover his stomach and chest.

Stretched out now before me was his hairless, muscled torso. I could see his stomach contacting as he breathed, the muscles rippling. I had to get closer and edged down between the seats, my knees complaining at the strain. I placed the flat of my palm on his stomach and felt an electric charge course through me. His flesh was warm and soft and I could feel the strength of his muscles underneath. Downwards or rather along I smoothed my hand towards my goal, the glowing golden triangle that pulsed ever so slightly.

I bent even further down through the gap between the seats my face almost in contact with the breathing skin and bent it towards his groin. Slowly I eased the waistband up and up, pulling carefully and then there it was, like some sleeping dragon his cock tip came into view. For a long second I gazed at the wrinkled tip of his foreskin, lying on the dark curls of his pubic hair. His aroma was more intense now and again it promised me more. I licked my lips and stuck out my tongue, the only thing I could now possibly reach him with. Mt position in the car was ridiculous, if he woke up then I would be done for. My muscles ached under the strain as I reached my tongue forward, just a touch, that’s all I wanted, a little taste. Contact, the tip of my tongue touched his puckered wrinkling skin. It was warm and alive and it was growing, growing, growing, in seconds I found myself looking at a huge enormous, wonderful thick tube of breathing flesh. I held my breath amazed at the reaction to my little tongue touch.

“Lisa,” Iain moaned. Carefully I turned my head reluctantly away. Iain lay still as before, his lips moved again, “Lisa,” he moaned and I saw his eyes twitch. It came to ma as a bolt out of the blue. Lisa had sucked his cock hadn’t she and he had hoped she would do it again, did he think that that was what was happening now. The image of myself with that gigantic cock in my mouth came into my mind. I could not do that and yet I was drawn back to the waiting tube, that pulsed enticingly. I tried to move in closer but my hand that held his slip open was hurting with the strain, the angle was too intense. My other hand cramped under me was also giving out signs of discomfort and my neck ached from the strain as well. So close, so close I found myself forced to get back to a more comfortable and sensible stance. Again I surveyed my prize, what could I do now?

Lindsay’s words came to me, the memory of Iain drinking coffee at request, stripping, stripping I thought excitedly. It was definitely worth a try.
“Iain,” I barked loudly and caused goosebumps to crawl all over my skin as the noise broke the absolute silence. Iain’s eyelids fluttered and his unfocused eyes looked blankly at me.

“Iain,” I repeated, “sit up,” he did so. “Get out of the car,” I commanded and watched in wonder as he opened the door and stood outside. Quickly I sat down and pulled my seat back as far as it would go and then did the same for the passenger seat. I opened the door and told him to get inside. He sat there his flies still open and the tip of his cock caught in the band of his slip. Emboldened by his reaction I began to take of his clothes. His shirt was easy and after I slid it from his arms I threw it into the back. His trousers were not so easy and I struggled before mentally hitting myself on the head. Lyndsey had just asked him to undress.

“Iain,” I told him, “take off you clothes,” and as before I watched as he removed his shoes and socks and his trousers. His hands went to his shirt and after patting his skin moved down to his slip and I said, “Stop,” I wanted to do that. I slipped my sweat damp hands inside the waistband of his well filled golden slip and eased it down over his package. I now discovered that as Iain was sitting down I could not get the slip down very far, so I ended up snapping the slip against his skin and just managed to miss his balls. Actually the sound of the snapping elastic against bare skin was rather erotic and I felt my cock twitch, and pulse and sensed the sticky state I was now in, inside my own briefs. The sight of his naked chest had been bad enough but now that fact he was almost naked had caused my own six incher to expand greatly.

I looked at my problem and hit on the solution, quickly I wound the back of the seat down and as Iain fell back against the seat I eased his slip off him completely, He was now totally naked. He looked wonderful and smelt delicious. He lay back in the seat with a vacant look in his eyes. I gazed at his package with undisguised lust.