My Christmas box

Bent over I watched as I did this, the feeling of his soft now wet slips was enticing, I moved my prick back and forth, pushing harder, slipping the lips apart, rubbing up against the slightly parted teeth. As I watched, the thought, the very base and messy thought, the most enthrallingly sexy thought came into my juvenile depraved mind. I positioned my cock on his lips. Leaking lusciously over them.

“Iain,” I spoke sharply, “Suck,”
Iain’s eyes opened vacantly and his lips opened, my cock sank inside the velvet soft, darknight hot, wetness and began to suckle my six-inch. At that time I had no idea if he was any good, all I knew was that my cock, my cock, MY COCK was finally inside someone’s mouth and it felt messily, slurpingly nice. I let the automatic machine beneath me set the rhythm and as I grew experienced helped him on my way by thrusting gently at the appropriate time. What a strange sight we must have looked as I gently fucked his suckling lips to orgasm. I could feel it rise in me, I could sense as my seed was drawn up and along and then finally down, down…, down. I sank inside him deeper when I flooded his mouth and I think it was that more than my spunking that caused him to cough. Even today I just love it when my cocksucker coughs, it’s a sexy fetish thing I know, but it always relives the first time.

As his coughing teeth grated against my sensitive tip, I removed it quickly and once he had caught his breath, kissed him lovingly. I don’t know if I tasted myself on him, but he did feel nice and he did taste nice and he was a bit more tart, more spicy. I held him for an aeon my Iain and then I had to let him go. I had to get him home and myself home.

Quickly I dressed and left him nude. I could probably get him inside his house in seconds and at that hour of the morning, it was now half three in the morning I felt it was possible no one could be around. Arriving outside his house I unclipped his house keys from his trousers and leaning past that lovely sexy aroma that came from his cock I slipped on his shoes. I opened the car door on his side and picked up his clothes. Leaning in now from the outside I told him to, “Get out of the car Iain,” Docilely he did as he was asked and I just about covered him with his coat.

Opening the door I was just about to push him inside when Lyndsey came out of the front room door, if anything she was wearing less than her brother was.
“Oh its you.” she said, pulling the shirt, ‘shirt, daft bugger,’ I thought, ‘it’ll be Mark’s.
“I’ve got Iain outside,” I said, “he’s had to much to drink but he’ll do as he’s told,” wondering if she’d notice his lack of clothing.
“Okay,” she muttered and then Mark complained from the front room.
“Hey Lynd, are you coming back or what?”
Lyndsey looked at me and than back through the open door, “Be a sweetie,” she whispered, “and put him to bed. It’s the one on the left upstairs,” and she closed the door.

I needed no extra information. I pulled Iain in alongside me and pushed him up the stairs. I needn’t have worried Iain went straight to his bedroom. It turned out to face the street and the lamplight from the open curtains made it easy to see inside. I slung Iain’s clothes on a pile of a chair and pushed him towards the bed. Pulling back the duvet I sat him down and slipped of his coat and then his shoes. I laid him back on the bed and covered him up. Stupidly I just had to kiss him goodbye, whilst it was nice I just made me want to kiss his cock goodbye.

Lovingly I eased the duvet cover back up and kneeling down bent over to kiss him. Again the intense perfume of his sexed muscle made me dizzy and when I kissed him and yes licked him and sucked him; I did not expect the rocket launcher to fire again. In milliseconds my mouth was once again impaled on his thrusting tube and my automatic sucking machine took over.

This time I was prepared. I had full access with both hands and no confining car. I could stroke and play with his balls, I could jerk and squeeze his tube I could swallow his pre-cum and I revelled in every fifteen minutes that it took. He grunted when I rimmed his edge with my teeth, he drew his breath in sharply when I sucked him hard and squeezed his cocktip with my mouth muscles, depressing the leaking tip against my palate with my ravishing tongue. All those books and stories I had read had been a good learning experience and I practised on his learning curve. His cock was pulsing, leaking into my hot eager mouth. I actually felt his balls ready the shot and when the “Oh Fuck, oh fuck, ohhh ffffuck,” routine started I dampened the sound with a sock in his mouth; and I was so ready when he let rip in my mouth. As he shot his bolts of white I slurped his cock deep swallowing, swallowing, swallowing as he drowned my throat with his milky man juice. Again he went rigid and then with a final press against my head of his hand and once more he was out for the count.

The trouble was I was once again alive. I looked at him, at his slumpen body, the diminishing cock and fucked it. In a trice I was naked and lying on top of him. I pulled his deadlegged arms around me and fucked my now five incher against him, slickening his sweaty belly with my juice. I reckon it was all of five minutes but it was five minutes of heaven as I rubbed myself over the edge and spat a last load of love juice between us. As my seed cooled between us I slicked away from him and left him marked with my cum.

Downstairs I met Mark as I left, both of us looked at each other with after sex looks imprinted on our faces, but we were each to far gone to notice. On cloud eleven I drove home and tumbled into bed, totally drained in more than one way.

It was my ever-loving brothers who excitedly woke me up doing the Christmas Day Kids thing. We gathered the stockings together and bonded as we opened the daftest of presents. Then as we sat on the floor of my room, swapping things, this was always the best bit (and I was really annoyed to find that Mum and Dad deliberately gave us stuff meant for each other when I was older) our parents came in, Dad carrying a box.

“What’s that?” asked Ron eyeing up this extra possible treat with interest.
“Its Tony’s,” smiled dad; “Captain left it with me on Sunday. Is his Christmas Box from the pub.”
I began to laugh out loud and initially puzzled my family laughed with me. If only they knew I’d already had my Christmas Box from the pub, in fact I’d had it three times.

PS You art not going to believe this but on Boxing Day I found I was working the evening shift with Iain, well it was Bank Holiday so the pay was good. I was also glass collecting in the bar and after a while every time I went near Iain he acted odd. At one time I was bent over the glass machine when he was right behind me and the next thing he was rubbing, what seemed a thick cock, up against my bum.

“Iain,” I hissed, “what are you doing?” and gave him an odd look, ‘what if someone had seen him do that,’ luckily we were on our own.
“Oh sorry,” he said puzzled, I mean I knew he was not the brightest of individuals, he was always falling for the stupidest of pranks, and then he said, “its just,” and he looked a bit embarrassed, “its just when ever I get close to you I get a hard-on and I just had to touch you with it,” and we both looked at the lump tenting his trousers.

“Leave it until I take you home in the car,” I told him.
“Okay,” he smiled and got on with his work.
“Are you still drunk?” I asked him as we sat in the car, his cock forming a growing barrier between us, I was also worried in case he remembered what I had done.
“Nope,” he said, “after Christmas Eve I had a huge hangover so mum wouldn’t let me have any more especially as I was working today, so I must be sober.”
We looked at the growing problem.
“Perhaps I should look at it?” I offered hoping.
“Oh No,” he began to say and then as his cock lurched higher added, “well perhaps it won’t hurt.”

His zip was down before he had finished and I undid the rest of his trousers; he had not been able to change back into his jeans and blamed me. His cock had burst past his black slip and its slimy tip seemed to track my hand as I held it over him.

“Should I touch it?” I said and whilst he shook his head his cock almost leaped towards me.
I stroked it carefully, God it felt so good to have it back in my hands. Iain sighed and as I worked on; lay back and closed his eyes. I wanked him gently and the slipped him into my mouth.

“What the….” Iain spluttered.
I looked up at his awed face, “Isn’t that what you want?” I told him.
“OHH Shit,” he whispered.

All to soon the, “Oh fuck, ohh fuck, ohh ffffuck,” moaning began and I slurped him down. He lay back in the seat drooling. I did not zip him up, I reckoned and I was right, when we go to his house I just kissed it and he hurried me up to his bedroom for a repeat.

PPS this is a very Happy New Year. I’ve just come from Iain’s house, we went straight to his bedroom after working the New Years Eve session at the pub, he’d been at the Jack Daniel’s again and, and after the usual sucking session I FUCKED HIM.

PPPS Lisa has dumped him and to make him feel better I let him fuck me.

PPPS He now moans ‘Oh Tony’ and every time we work together it’s a fuck session. Thank you Santa Clause.