My Christmas box

His five-inch semi hard cock lay slightly away from me towards the passenger door and I could see the dark red of his hairy balls. Slowly I caressed his thigh working my hand slowly along the muscled skin until I slipped my hand between his legs and cuddled the scratchy ball sac. I moved towards him and whispered softly, “Open you legs.” Iain lay immobile and I had to repeat the order in a louder voice. At this his legs opened and I could now feel the warmth of his seed centre. I had never felt so aroused or elated and I slid my face down his so smooth chest so that I was close, so close to the object of me desire his gently trembling cock.

Delicately I moved the wondrous organ so this it pointed up his belly. Even flaccid it poked over the top of his pubic area, gently I moved down to smell his man-meat and breathed a hot sigh across the puckered tip. I closed my eyes and then found my head forced back by a hot, soft object that pushed against my lips. I opened my eyes to feast on the rapidly expanding huge tube that began to thrust against my drooling lips. My breath had awakened the monster. And what a monster, it must have grown three more inches longer and was now filling out, the puckered tip had stretched to a smile and between I could see the pink tongue of his cockhead.

I sat up amazed at the length and girth of his dick and unable to stop myself reached out to touch it. It felt, it felt silky soft but hard and as I gentled the foreskin back slightly I heard a moan. Quickly I looked at Iain’s face but he still had the puzzled vacant look on it as before. Again I stroked the foreskin as before, the cock pulsed and again I gave a low moan. It was myself that was making the sound. This was all too much, and as I continued my unfettered access to his monster I wondered ‘How far could I go?’

As his cock grew harder and even more longer, it was now about eight inches long and the cockhead was almost completely out of the foreskin, Iain slumped back against the car seat and I could see his breathing pattern had changed. His nipples had also peaked and I rubbed my face against his so soft, so silky chest and licked the nipple tip near me. As I did do his cock strained in my hands and a dribble of clear liquid appeared from his piss slit. It began to slide down his glowing glans and I fingered it around his rounded tip. His cock hardened even more and I began to beat the shaft, the tip growing wetter and wetter with each stroke, each long caress of the pulsing tube. As I would wank myself I began to increase the speed of my hand thrusts, occasionally palming his sticky tip and squeezing around the rounded rim. Iain growled deeply whenever I did this and this spurred me on.

He was now straining more and more and I kept looking from his glimmering cock to his face looking for any warning signs that he would wake up and stop me. Faster I went and faster, my eager hand a blur and then I slowed. ‘Sod it,’ I thought, ‘I don’t want this to end, when would I ever get the chance to do this again.’ So I eased back to enjoy what I was doing, what I was experiencing. The feel of another boy’s cock in my hand, the smell of an erect cock responding to my caresses, the sight of his throbbing purple headed cockhead smiling at me, through its silken covering of pre-cum. I drank in the sensation of his breathing body; my face pressed against his chest and felt the racing pulse and the thrusting of his cock against my hand.

As I lay against him Iain grunted, shook and his cock erupted. ‘No,’ I screamed silently, as the silver strands jetted forth, ‘not just yet,’ but nothing could hold back that climax and I found my hand was coated with his pearly white emissions. Dimly my brain registered the snowstorm I had witnessed inside the car. Iain let out a ragged breath and I tensed, listening to his beating heart as it slowed to a more normal tempo. I looked up at him, his eyes were closed but his face looked serene, it seems I was safe.

I looked at the mess in his groin; he had thrown out a load that was in relation to his cock and ball size. I looked at the sticky pool and stirred it with my wet sperm covered fingers. I played with the goey stuff, trailing it up his belly and dabbled spots of it on his nipples. My own cock lurched at this, reminding me of its own need and, and, yes I did. I opened my flies and freed it from its prison. In milliseconds leaning over him I rubbed my cockhead into his sticky, slimy pool of seed and ejaculated mine into it. I could not help myself, it just happened and we lay there, our cocks touching, our combined cum’s congealing.

Iain’s breathing had returned to normal and mine had also eased. I lay back in my own seat and considered my next step. I should get him home. It was very late and my parents would be expecting me. Reluctantly I sat up intending to begin cleaning him up but as I moved towards him my cock once again touched his skin, his thigh and I felt the sensation of male skin sending messages though my nerve endings. Again I looked at him, at peace in his world and then down at his to me perfect body and I knew what I had to, must do, yearned to do. I stripped, I needed to feel him next to me and once naked myself I eased myself over him, rubbing my skin, my own silken teenage velvet against that of his. Closer and closer I felt him as I lay there and as we melded against each other I found my breathing and pulse rhythms matched his and we existed as one. I was now face to face, chest to chest, cock to cock with him and could feel the cooling pool of spunk and thrust myself into the pool, forcing our liquids up our bodies.

So close to his face I felt his breath on my cheeks and gingerly I pressed my lips against his, slightly open mouth. I was kissing a boy’s mouth; I was licking a boy’s lips. The feeling, the sensations trembled my cock back in to action and my baser instincts took over and I slipped my drooling tongue between his half-open lips. The warmth of the inside of his mouth felt sensual and I licked gently his tongue.

Iain grunted and I felt a movement, a thickening under my balls. I felt a slight pressure on my own lips. I kissed him harder; this was beyond my fantasy. I felt him respond and as he kissed back, his cock grew longer, hotter out between my legs so that it pressed against my bum. I swear I felt my puckered hole kiss his pole as it grew and slid past and I rubbed my crack along the hardening shaft. He moaned softly and whispered, “Lisa.”
I froze.

I tried to move back, to lift my head away, this is not what I wanted, but he followed me up and then his hand came across me to pull my lips back against his. I did not want this, I was not his Lisa, I was his Tony. I tried to pull away again but all that happened was that his slick wet cock now slipped from between my legs to lie between our bodies and as this happened Iain pulled me back on his hot lips, kissing me hard and kneading with his free hand my chest, my nipple, he twisted it gently between his flattened fingers. I struggled, ‘this was, this was, Oh my God’ as he kneaded my chest again, ‘this was sooo nice.’
“Sod it,” I murmured gently and as Iain’s new Lisa I kissed him back and brought my hand down to squeeze his cock against mine as we thrust against each other, vying to fuck each other through our slippery, pre-cum covered bellies. I kissed his nipples that I had found so enticing, nibbling them both with my lip-covered teeth, licking his sex sweat covered chest. His cock throbbed good and hard, leaking wave after wave of goo and as this coated my hand making me sexily slippery I moved back to my seat to once again begin my conquest of his man mountain.

I was determined to be close when it happened and I knew it was going to happen so I positioned myself with my head above his belly; a clear view of his man faucet and the spitting eye of his sluttish leaking slit. It was so huge and vibrant and seemed to grow bigger before my eyes. A fantasy real prick, ‘even my fairy godmother could not improve on this,’ I thought as his wetly glinting tip breathed before me. “Suck Lisa, suck, suck,” Iain moaned.

‘Bollocks,’ I exclaimed mentally, ‘his cock was not getting bigger, I was getting nearer,’ Iain had been caressing my head nearer and nearer to his love muscle. She’d sucked it for him once, not all the way but she had sucked it. I eyed his glinting leaking eye and bent forward, ’what’s sauce for the goose was definitely sauce for this gander,’ I thought and lust enflamed I licked it and as he thrust back and high at the touch of my tongue, took his fuck of a cock into my mouth.
I did not know what to expect, although it had been a fantasy, a mental picture as I had wanked I had no experience of either being sucked or sucking so I was unprepared for how good it felt to have a leaking, throbbing, thrusting cock in my mouth. Oh the taste, the heat, the liquid that mingled with my saliva, ‘it actually tasted sweet.’ I had read this in magazine’s and books but did not believe it; but it was true; his pre-cum tasted sweet and I licked it all the more, sucking as much of the shaft into my mouth, slurping on his completely exposed bell-end, rubbing the edge of my tongue across his slit. I could feel my own cock, responding with each suck as it identified with the one in my mouth and it knocked its own beat against my stomach.

Iain caressed my head, moaning gently and thrusting up as I tongued him, sucking him deep and then pushing him out to rub my lips over his rim and then slurping him back. I gave not thought to consequences of my actions as I brought him higher and higher and I took him deeper and deeper, loving the sensation as he tickled my upper palate and the back of my teeth. He began to thrust faster and faster, gurgling away in my mouth as I frigged his foreskin back and forth. ‘I hope he’s enjoying this as much as I am,’ I thought and the he gasped, grabbed my neck and spurted his load into my mouth.

Shocked I began to choke as his spitting spunk out did my ability to swallow. I was held in a vice like grip that only began to slacken as his climax subsided. I could not believe that he had not warned me. ‘Warned me’ I repeated to myself, ‘for year’s I had been waiting for this moment and here I was complaining.’ In a trice I had sucked in a huge breath and went back down grazing voraciously on the meal before me. I swallowed all his spunk, all his pre-cum all his and my spunk from the first outpouring and lastly I held his cock in between my teeth and sucked it, ever inch of it, agonisingly slowly through the just biting edges.
“Oh Fuck, Oh fuck, ohhh fuck, ohhhh ffffffUCK,” cried Iain, pounding his hands against my steadfast back as with a thrusting jolt he delivered a slime load more of his precious seed into my waiting savouring mouth. God knows where that action came from, it must have been instinct but it bloody worked and I had a real taste of his just blown gunk. I swear it tasted of his favourite drink, Jack Daniel’s and coke and I slobbered it down with relish.

Iain had now collapsed back against the car seat, dead again. ‘Not fair,’ I decided and slipped back on him, my aching balls full six inches wanting out. I kissed him, I rubbed against him I stuck my tongue inside his mouth all to no avail. My cock began to complain and I resolved to come all over him. I began rubbing it up and down up and down. Leaving a slimy snails trail as I did so. Faster and faster I went, longer and longer were my thrusts until I found I was rubbing the very tip of my, now leaking, pre-cum spitting cock across his dead lips.