Dennis - Holiday Gift Exchange

After graduating high school in the summer of 1987, I moved to L.A. to become a movie star. In my two years here, I’ve only done background work on a few projects and mostly pay my bills as a waiter. I get to be out and proud while I’m here, which is way more than I can say for people back home in Wilmington, NC, who are scared even to suggest they could enjoy a sexual encounter with another guy. So, as you can imagine, I haven’t been home for the last two Christmases. This Christmas, my parents sent me a ticket to visit them. I wish I could say I’m excited, but I’m going to have to flip a switch and be “heterosexual” while I’m home. The worst part is they booked my flight to be there from Christmas until January 2nd.

I know, that’s only a week, but I not only have to act a certain way, dress a certain way, and be someone I’m not, but I still have a little brother finishing up high school, and I’ll have to share a room with him while I’m home. So that’s a stressful week with no sex and likely no masturbation. So I did what any guy in my situation would do; I reached out to one of my regular fuck buddies.

Joshua and I have been having semi-regular sex buddies since the spring of ‘88. We tried dating for a few weeks but realized pretty early on that we were better off as friends. Then we realized we could be friends who fuck.

So I gave him a call.

“Joshua, it’s Dennis. Are you free tonight?”

He laughed, “No ‘hello,’ just right to it, huh?”

“Sorry.” I put on a mocking tone, “Hello Joshua, how are you? How’s the family?”

“Alright, alright, I can be free later. I have to do this stupid charity thing with Candi over at the Silver Platter tonight, but I can definitely get together after. Are you going to the holiday party she’s throwing?”

“Oh shit, is that tonight?”

He laughed, “Yes, babe. If you don’t go, I can meet you after, but I can’t promise what time.”

“No, I’ll go, but I don’t want to drink too much; I have to fly home tomorrow, and I can’t be hungover; my mother has a sixth sense about that, and I’ll hear about it all week.”

“I can’t promise you won’t be hungover, but I can promise you’ll be walking funny,” he chuckled at his joke.

“Oh ha–ha, very funny,” I mocked.

His tone got pissy. “Oh, is this…not what I think it is? Do you just want to exchange gifts?”

“No, it is a sex call,” I chuckled. “I just need to get it out of my system so I can be relaxed and not horny while I’m back in North Carolina all week.”

He put on a Texan accent, “Well, partner, I can certainly give you one gooood orgasm, but I know how horny you get when you’re stressed…I can’t promise you’ll be satisfied for a week,” he poked fun at me.

“Alright, Joshua, don’t be sassy. What time are you getting there?”

“I promised to help set up, so I’ll be there early. If you want to be late as usual, I wouldn’t show up before 9 or 10, even.”

“Ok, I’ll see you later.”

I showered and dressed in my most festive holiday look, which was really just a pair of bright red bikini briefs, black jeans, a red cable-knit sweater, and these reindeer antlers they handed out at work for our holiday uniform. They were cute, and I made better tips when wearing them, so I don’t mind.

The club was festive, and they had this holiday cocktail that went down way too easily—and of course, I drank too much.

“Babe, you ready to go?” Joshua asked, sneaking up beside me and putting his arm around my waist.

I threw my arm around his shoulder and pulled him down to me for a kiss, “Santa, you came!” I joked because they had him wearing a Santa Hat, no shirt, and tight red jeans. He does his pushups every morning, so his pecs popped out like boulders, and his situps had all his abs on full display. I traced his V lines with my index and middle finger down to the visible waistband of his underwear, then snapped the elastic, which got a laugh out of a couple of jealous guys around us.

“I’m ready to head out,” he smiled at me, groping his package through his jeans, making no secret of what he was getting at.

“Wait, did you try the candy cane shots?” I asked with a drunken excitement level, grabbing two off the tray and handing him one.

He chuckled, “I had a few, but what’s one more?” He took it, and we drank them down. “Now,” he grimaced as the taste washed over him, “Let’s go. Grab your jacket and meet me by the door; I’m going to get us a cab.”

We took a cab back to my apartment, which was only a few minutes away. He always liked to take a cab because he thought the neighborhood was a bit sketchy.

My place is a loft. I only rented it shortly after we stopped dating and haven’t had time or money to make it less…bare. It’s a very industrial look; one entire wall has windows that look out towards DTLA, and it’s an incredible view. The rest of the walls are old brick and have its charm. I have an electric heater over by the bed that he ran over to turn on so we don’t freeze when we get naked.

He wasted no time in stripping off his clothes, his finely toned body flexing in the dim lights of the apartment as he pulled his stash out from his coat pocket and an ashtray from the bedside table. He packed a pipe and took a hit of some weed, then passed it to me. He always had the good stuff, and it went straight to my already drunk head. He started pulling at my clothes, yanking my sweater and undershirt off together, then reaching for my jeans. My underwear clung to my hard dick as he pulled my jeans down, but those were yanked down next as he manhandled me into the middle of the bed and climbed between my legs on top of me. Kissing me as he rubbed his warm body on mine. His knees were inching up by my hips, my legs draping over his thighs as his hard dick started teasing my hole.

“Mmm, Babe,” he moaned as he kissed my chin and let his hard cock poke around under my balls as he humped at me.

I always loved how perfectly his cock felt inside me. He was 7” cut, not too thick, but thicker than most guys I’ve been with. He also liked to just poke the head into my hole a few dozen times before putting on a condom to fuck me, and there was something animalistic about it, like his dick was acting on its own instinct and trying to get inside me. Using spit for lube, it would eventually make its way in, but then he would pull out and wrap up, using regular lube to push balls deep and fuck the cum out of me.

I loved laying on my back with him between my legs, feeling the muscles in his back, kisses on my neck, cock poking at my hole. “Ungh,” I groaned as the head popped into my tight sphincter, and he gently bit down on my neck. “Mmm, not so hard, you’ll leave a mark.”

He chuckled, “Mmmm, sorry, wouldn’t want you to have to tell Mommy you got fucked,” he kissed my chest, “by a guy,” he kissed down my chest, “before coming home,” he poked his dick head into my hole, “Mmm…for Christmas,” he rocked his hips hard into me and his dick sank another inch into me.

“Ungh, fuck, kiss me,” I demanded, and he gave in to my request, his tongue wrestling mine as his cock continued to stretch me open with every little move of our bodies. He rocked his hips again, and I spread my legs out wide so he could really get into me, and holy fuck, it felt good. I felt that familiar feeling of his bush pressing against my ass as he bottomed out inside me, and we both moaned.

He broke our kiss and pulled his dick out slowly, then held me tight as he pushed in a little easier this time.

“Mmmm,” I moaned, arms wrapped around his neck, opening my eyes to see his focused on my lips, and he smiled at me.

“Babe, you know I love you, right?” He said with a twinkle in his eyes, flexing his cock inside me.

I nodded, groaning as he thrust slowly into me again. Then he kissed me as he thrust into me again and again.

“Do you love me?” He asked, building a rhythm to his fucking.

I nodded again, but with hesitation, biting my lower lip before his lips landed back on mine, and he continued his onslaught to my insides. It struck me he never pulled out and wrapped up. ”Are you wearing a condom?”

He thrust into me and grunted, “Mmm, no, not yet,” he slipped his arms under my back, gripping onto my shoulders as he repositioned his knees under my legs to get more leverage and quickly get all of his inches into me.

“Ahh, fuck, you gotta wrap up, man,” I told him as his cock hit my prostate and made my toes curl behind his back. “Ungh, God…that feels good.”

“Yeah, it feels so good. I love how good this feels…with you,” he confessed, picking up the speed and aggressiveness of his thrusting.

“Joshua, you know I don’t…ungh, don’t do risky sex,” I mumbled through moans.

He gripped my shoulders even tighter, “Babe, let this be your Christmas gift to me…”

“Mmm,” I mulled over what he was saying. His bare cock was sliding into me with almost no friction, no pain, he was hitting my prostate with every delicious thrust, and he had already been fucking me much longer than we ever had before without a condom. It was usually just a few thrusts to loosen me up, but this was deep fucking. He was gently thrusting into me, as deep as he could get on every down stroke, just enjoying the sensation of fucking me bare, waiting for me to tell him to pull out, but I wrapped my arms around his muscular shoulders, pulling him in for a kiss, “Don’t make me regret this,” I whispered, wrapping my legs tight around his slim waist.

He needed no more invitation and was immediately piping me harder than ever. The sounds of his body slapping into my ass was echoed in the loft space as his cock pounded into me.

“This feels so good,” he moaned into my ear, “I’m not going to last long.”

“Mmm, yeah, oh God, it feels so good,” I rocked my hips up into his thrusting. My mind was spinning from the weed and booze but melting from the pleasure of his raw dick leaking precum inside me with every pump of his hips. My hands traced the lines of his back, down to his firm ass, pulling his cheeks apart, I ran some fingers along his crack, which got a moan out of him.

“MMM, babe, you know that’s gonna make me shoot,” he groaned, slamming harder into me.

I ran my middle finger around his tight sphincter and clenched my hole around his cock on his next thrust.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna shoot. Do you want me to pull out?” His breathing and thrusting became erratic. I could feel the muscles in his ass already trembling from his impending orgasm.

“Mmm…” I moaned, feeling his cock swelling inside me.

“Oh fuck, Oh…ungh,” he spasmed on top of me, “I’m cumming inside…ungh oh shit,” he flailed dramatically inside my tight arms and legs like it was the first orgasm he ever had. His entire body shook, and his grip on me tightened as he ground his hips into my ass. His cock twitched inside me, and I felt the familiar warmth of a guy shooting his load inside me. This time, there was a silky, wet feeling that surrounded his erupting cock, lubing my insides in a way I had never felt before. It felt so good; I didn’t want it to end.

I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist so he couldn’t pull out. With his arms locked in a planking position, I was able to slip my hand between us. I started fisting my hard cock and clenching my ass around his dick inside me, milking him to get more pressure and lube on my prostate and push me quickly over the edge.

He locked his lips on mine, and it only took a few strokes before I instinctively dug my heels so tight into his waist it made his softening cock twitch just enough to make me blow my load from that little added pressure. “Oh fuck,” I shouted as a geyser of cum shot out of my cock and coated his heaving chest, dripping back down onto my stomach as my ass tremored around his incredibly lubed cock inside me. “Jesus,” I groaned and chuckled as my orgasm subsided and my sphincter pushed his cock out of my ass.

He rolled onto his back next to me, wrapping a leg between my legs and pulling me in for a kiss. “That was amazing,” he breathed the words out with no umph left in him.

“I can’t believe we did that,” I took a deep breath, trying not to spiral out. After all, it was Joshua, not some guy I met at the club. I kissed him back and held him tight as we both drifted off into a drunken slumber.

The next morning, I woke to the phone ringing off the hook. My head was pounding from last night's drinking. “Ugh…why….” I groaned as I pulled my naked, sore body out from under Joshua’s and stumbled to the wall phone in the kitchen. “Hello?”

“Dennis?” I heard my mom's distinct voice.

I looked at the clock; it was still early. “What’s up, mom?”

“It’s snowing!” She nearly shouted through the phone.

“Huh? Where?” I squinted to look out my windows.

“Here! That’s why I’m calling; they are closing the roads and the airport, too. You should check to see if your flight is canceled. Ronda next door said her daughter, you remember Becky? Well, Becky called and said her flight was already canceled because we’re supposed to get more than a foot of snow. Did you check to see if your flight is still coming?”

“No, this is the first I’m hearing of it. Let me find out, and I’ll call you back.”

I called my friend Angelina, who worked at the airport, to confirm the status of my flight, and sure enough, it was canceled. My first move wasn’t to call my mother, though. I crawled back into bed and scooted my ass right up against Joshua’s morning wood…for warmth.