STLFFChaser

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The Fourth Day of Christmas Getting permission to leave for a few days was more difficult than I expected. Mom had made plans to have family game nights over the weekend and wasn’t expecting to get to see so little of me because of Chett. She liked him, though, so it was hard for her to square those two impulses. Dad also was more of a problem than I expected him to be. “Look, Jordy, I’m glad that you’re rekindling your friendship with a guy you cared about in high school, but I am worried about the amount of time you are spending with him. You can’t afford to be distracted now while you put together your materials for college.” He was intent on me making a decision about my future before the break was over. “Is Chett a good influence on you?” “Chett has done nothing but been a great influence,” I said. “He’s always been there to support me and prove to me that you can be a good person and someone I want to emulate. He took his dreams and ran with them all the way to New York, and I think that is brave and smart.” My dad didn’t look convinced, but after another hour of dinnertime conversation and slow debate, my parents decided to let me leave. Once I finished dinner and my washing-up chores, I zipped to my room to start throwing things into a duffle for the weekend. I was zipping my toiletries into a bag when my dad came into my room and sat on the corner of the bed. “Hey Jordy, before you go out with Chett, I just wanted to ask you if you had really thought about everything you are doing. . .” He squirmed uncomfortably and continued, “you know, just, about your future and how being. . . the way you are might make things harder.” Anger, fear, shame — emotions kept swirling in my head and I could feel my stomach churning. Dad couldn’t look at me, so I figured he knew about me. “Dad, I am gay. Is that what you’re talking about?” Dad’s shoulders slumped forward and his head hung even lower. “Yes, that is what I’m talking about. You know how the faith teaches us we should live. Are you going to turn your back on your beliefs and what you know to be good and true?” His voice trailed off in total desolation. I took a deep breath, “I need you to look me in the eyes so you can see my honesty. Dad, I love you, mom, and the rest of the family. You try so hard to do the right thing and make sure that we are taken care of. I will never be ungrateful for that. But you need to realize that I have to be free to make my own decisions about my beliefs; I have to be free to be myself. You and mom did your best to raise me, and while I am still under your roof I will respect you as well as I can, but this is my life to live.” Dad’s gaze held mine for a moment before he spoke. “You’re right. I just want to make sure you are safe, secure, happy, and successful. I can’t help feeling that being gay and out might make all of those things more difficult, and I just want what is best for you.” “It might be more difficult, but it wouldn’t be living a lie. I can’t be anyone I am not just to make other people happy or feel secure.” Dad stood up and held out his hand, “keep your head on your shoulders and know that I love you, son.” I batted his hand away and hugged him tight. “I’m going to do what I can to be the best, truest person to myself I can be. Thanks for looking out for me.” As we broke apart and he started toward the door he said, “I really like that Chett guy, and I can tell he makes you happy. Just make sure that you are staying healthy and he’s treating you right. I wouldn’t want you to have to deal with consequences of any decisions you make now.” His thinly veiled allusion to HIV was not lost on me and I rolled my eyes. “Yes, dad, I will do my best to stay healthy. * * * * * Sleeping was fitful that night. I kept having these strange dreams where I would have this body metamorphosis of turning from the skinny geek I was to a more imposing man and back again. Another dream saw me on my back, ankles by my ears getting plowed by Chett, but he kept having these rolling muscle protrusions on his skin making him look almost alien. I woke up covered in sweat and sticky semen, which I transferred from my abs to my mouth with my fingers before falling back asleep. Crazy fever dreams over, I got ready and was just brushing my hair when I heard the knock on the door. I finished with my hair when the bathroom door opened and I was literally swept off my feet and into an embrace with Chett, mouths colliding in frantic heat. Once he put me back down and our eyes met, I felt a familiar tugging in my chest as if I couldn’t physically escape him. He grinned at me and I couldn’t help but grin back. We left the bathroom, I picked up my duffle bag and made my way to the kitchen where my parents were there. “We’re off.” “Don’t abuse Chett’s hospitality and make sure you are getting enough sleep,” my mom said as she wrapped me in a hug. “I hope you boys have a good time out there!” Dad didn’t say anything other than, “be good,” before shaking my hand and Chett and I darted out of the house. I threw my bag into his car and we hit the road listening to an old playlist we had made before he left for college, just two guys in love headed away for a few days on their own. When we were halfway out of the city, I turned down the music and rested my hand on Chett’s arm. “I missed you so much. It is great that you were able to get this place reserved for us with the rest of your family.” Chett grinned under his sunglasses. “It wasn’t too hard. My parents don’t like going out during the winter because it can get kind of cold and drafty in the house if you get lazy with keeping the wood stove lit. I don’t mind stoking the fire, and I don’t think staying warm is going to be anything that we need to worry about.” He turned his head to look at me and took one hand off the steering wheel and gently stroked up my leg until he fondled my crotch. The exhalation I let out told him that he had hit his mark, and his grin widened even farther. We made more small talk as the interstate changed to the highway, which changed to a county road, before becoming a gravel track headed into the Missouri hills. Once we finally got out of the car, I was ready to stretch a bit and was aching to get to hold Chett again. We made quick work unloading the car into the cabin before we changed our sneakers for hiking boots and headed out into the woods. Even though it was winter, the unseasonably warm temperatures had all the animals out making noise and enjoying the sunshine. We walked for about an hour before we made it to the local waterfall and stopped and just relaxed in each other’s presence. “While this feels good, I wonder what we could get up to behind the waterfall?” “Fuck, Jordy, all you want is my body!” Chett teased. But he got up and reached out his hand for mine and hauled me onto my feet. “Last one behind has to bring in firewood the rest of the night.” Chett took off like a shot. “Dammit! I just wanted sex!” I was picking my way over the rocks more carefully and hit a particularly dicey path when I felt myself overbalancing. “Shit, shit, shit, shit,” I chanted as I began a tumble into the stream. At the last second, I could feel a strong hand grab the back of my shirt and get me steadily back on my feet. “Are you okay?” Chett’s voice sounded worried. “Do you want to go back?” The adrenaline coursing through my body was uncontrollable. “Yeah, that is probably for the best.” We made quick work of scrambling back down the path and were within sight of the cabin before too long. I felt like I was still unsteady on my feet as we packed into the big central room and Chett lit the fire in the stove. “That was fun to spend some time together.” I was chatty now that I was shivering more from the cold than the rush of fight-or-flight. “I wish I could see you all the time and be a part of your life.” Chett got up from the stove, “we should be warm in a few minutes.” He shuffled back toward me and grabbed a blanket to wrap around both of us on the couch. “I wish you could have every moment of my life. You have done more for me than I will ever be able to thank you for.” I let him slowly work his hands under my shirt and start playing with my nipples as my breath hitched. “Chett, you drive me wild.” I searched to mate our mouths together, but he moved his head back. “Jordy, I need you to understand that I feel like we are deeper than friends or boyfriends, even. Am I crazy to think that?” Overtaken by the horniness his nipple action was coaxing, I responded with a breathy “yeah” before letting my head fall back as nerve endings across my body popped like fireworks. He attacked my exposed neck with his mouth and tongue as I got lost in the overwhelming sensations again. My hips began moving on their own accord, inviting him to move his hands lower and take what was his. “Well, we definitely have things to talk about while we are up here, but first, I think I should get to taste some of that precum soaking through your pants.” He kissed down my chest while I shimmied out of my shirt and he began working on taking off my pants. My cock free of the elastic confines of his underwear sprang up and his mouth zeroed in on its target, claiming my manhood in a single swallow. To say I didn’t last long was an understatement. He barely made it up and down twice on my dick before I was filling his stomach with my cum. He continued to swallow, using his neck muscles to massage my cock as he milked me dry. I collapsed after that orgasm while he continued his licking ministrations down my taint and eventually grabbed my legs and threw them over his shoulder as he ground his tongue into my hole. My brain was still swimming in post-orgasm bliss when he sank all the way into my hole while staring me straight in the eyes, his familiar maniacal glint behind his irises. He fucked nice and slow, letting me feel every inch, changing his thrusting position to better access my prostate and cajole more precum from me. “I love that you are so caring right now, but I need you to ravish me, Chett.” As if he had been waiting for the command, his hips and powerful legs went into overdrive pounding his meat into my body. I felt my hole gape and lose all sense of propriety as he continued to assault my second ring. Sweat drops dripped onto my lips from his face. I snaked a tongue out tasting his salty body as he roared and buried himself to the hilt. “Feel my fucking sting!” * * * * * We continued on that path for the rest of the day. I ended up with six of his loads before he was just dribbling cum out of his slit. I was thoroughly wrecked and I felt like my body had been beaten senseless. We finally made it into the bedroom and spooned each other while we fell asleep. Chett’s cock made its home in between my cheeks, ever so gently playing with my gaping hole. Before we fell asleep, I turned to catch the side of Chett’s cheeks with my lips. “Thank you for everything. I don’t know how I will ever repay you and allow you to feel as good as you have helped me feel.” Chett was silent for a moment before he said, “don’t worry about it. I have wanted to share this part of myself with you for a long time. And tomorrow we have a lot to talk about and figure out. I hope that you know how deep my feelings for you go.” I could feel him backing away from saying something so I simply said, “if they are as deep as I feel toward you, nothing can come between us. Ever.” Chett’s arms pulled me closer to his chest as he whispered, “I hope you’re right.”

The Third Day of Christmas After two incredible life-changing (and life-affirming) fucks the last two days, I wanted to put more effort into preparing for our time alone at home and use the bed to its full advantage. Plus, I thought a little romance might be nice for the two of us, since we both had more or less admitted that we had a thing going on. The rest of Boxing Day I had spent in a contented haze, enjoying the feeling of being in love and knowing that someone wanted me out in the world. Everyone commented on my contentment. I floated through our movie night and when it came time for bed spent a couple of hours getting my room setup before I fell asleep, tossing and turning in excitement for the next day. * * * * * When morning finally came around, there was the usual hectic hubbub as my parents and siblings scrambled to get ready to leave. I decided to not bother with getting dressed in real clothes, and instead just threw a bathrobe on over my underwear to make it down for a bite of breakfast. My bowl of cereal and I took up residence on the couch to catch up on the news while I waited to hear from Chett about his plans. I didn’t have long to wait when a text message came through at 8:30: I HOPE YOU ARE READY FOR ME! I’LL BE OVER IN ABOUT FIFTEEN MINUTES. I responded with a string of emojis and finished slurping down my cereal and returned the bowl to the kitchen. Headed back to my bedroom, I shut the blinds, lit a few candles, and checked that the room was picked up and clean. My heart was hammering in my chest (more from excitement than nerves at this point) when the doorbell rang and I went down the stairs to let Chett in. Throwing open the door, I did’t have time to react before Chett was through the doorway, door slammed back into its frame, and I was picked up and pinned to the wall. Our passionate kissing was like a fire I couldn’t put out, and I wanted to melt and just share the same space as him always. When Chett pulled away and my feet touched the floor again, I looked up and saw a burning need in his eyes — a look that if he couldn’t have me he wouldn’t make it. I gently reached out, took his hand and led him through to my bedroom. He paused to take everything in. I had the candles burning, had made my bed with a couple of the throw pillows my mom had given me that I almost never used, included some snacks and drinks for us, and tried to make an effort to keep the place tidy. While I hadn’t meant to put the brakes on our sex life, I could see that Chett wanted to take in a part of my life he had never seen. Quietly walking over to my bookcases, he ran his fingers over the spines of musical scores and books on psychology. “I knew you were a nerd, but I had no idea you were this cool.” How he managed to say that without sarcasm or irony I will never know, but when he turned to me I could see that he meant it. I reached out to snag his hand in mine and led him back to the bed. “You are welcome to investigate my room whenever you would like, but right now I have something I need from you.” I opened the front of my robe and fell backwards onto my bed. Chett’s intensity came back in a rush, and he had stripped down to his underwear faster than I would have thought possible. I heard my breath hitch as he slowly worked his hands up over my feet, caressing my calves and thighs until they stopped just below where my boxer briefs met my legs. Breathing was already difficult before he leaned down and kissed me around my bellybutton and slowly lowered himself onto the bed between my legs. Keeping me on edge, Chett worked his lips and tongue all over my torso and chest. I could feel the hair on my body stand up as his tongue and lips caressed my nipples and traced a line between my ribs all the way up to my neck. I leaned down to meet his lips with mine, but he gave me a maniacal look as he pulled away. “Not yet, you have to earn a kiss from me.” His grinning face disappeared back down to my belly. I could feel his teeth getting involved in my torso and when he slipped his fingers into the waistband of my underwear and began teasing them down my legs. My light treasure trail began to be exposed as he slowly worked my cock free. I was hard, straining the elastic band of my boxer briefs as he pulled them slowly southward, allowing the fabric to rub roughly against my shaft. He stopped halfway down my penis and transferred his hands to my ass, grabbing the fabric at the back and slowly pulling the waistband over my cheeks and caressing the skin before returning to the front and continuing the slow reveal. When he finally got to the head of my penis, he let my dick fly back and hit my abs while he pulled my underwear the rest of the way down. The slow teasing nature of his ministrations had me feeling revved up and ready for whatever adventure he had planned, and I was ready for him to throw my legs over my ears and pound me into the mattress. Instead, he returned to his position between my legs and slowly licked up my balls and shaft until he met the head of my penis and began lapping at the underside of my frenulum. My senses went into overdrive as he continued to run his tongue around and around the head while I squirmed beneath him. “How the. . . FUCK. . . did you learn. . . mmmh. . . how to do that?” Meeting my eyes and pulling his mouth away from my crotch, he simply responded, “practice makes perfect.” With those words, he dove back onto my penis, sucking the head and first couple of inches into his mouth. My back flew into an arch as my nerve endings experienced a sensation I didn’t know was humanly possible. I was breathless as the warm, wet sensation of Chett’s mouth enveloped my cock head and his tongue gently probed my piss slit. He continued to lick, moving his head around and applying suction to further stimulate my dick. What I always had thought of as a way of relieving waste had taken over my life as the things that gave me the most pleasure. Chett’s talented mouth and tongue continued their work, moving lower and lower down my penis as I began to probe the depths of his throat. I couldn’t control the noises I was making, and when he started stroking and pinching my nipples it was all over. The orgasm rose so quickly I didn’t have time to warn him before I was emptying my balls deep down his throat. Chett let out a guttural moan of pleasure which only further stimulated my dick, and I was reduced to a quivering puddle on my bed. Before I could do much recovery, Chett let my penis slither out of is mouth and plop wetly onto my abs before coming up to kiss me deeply, only the barest hint of saltiness to show I was there before. “You better not think that you are done. . . I will always be happy to get you off, but you need to be ready to return the favor.” An evil smile spread across his face as he pressed into me. His pierced dick felt slick as he probed my ass to find his home. I knew he must have been excited if he produced that much precum. “Take a deep breath for me.” I breathed in deeply and held it, staring through his eyes into his soul. I saw a dark glint before he commanded, “release.” The breath I had taken came out in one great “whoosh” as he planted his cock deep into my ass with one go. I must have cried out in pain, because the dark glint in his eyes was replaced by a look of genuine concern for a moment. The searing pain that I felt when he entered me dry was replaced by a longing ache to be used and filled. “Don’t stop, fuck me like you mean it.” Chett didn’t hesitate. He began pile driving his cock into my prostate with a ferocity I hadn’t seen so far in any of our animalistic fucking we had done the last couple of days. I felt every thrust as if it were a divine gift. Every subtle movement of his body felt and reacted to. Cursing, sweating me, switching between feeling the deep physical satisfaction of having sex with this man somehow magnified into an all-consuming heat by the love that I felt for him. . . I wanted us to never stop. “You have no idea how destroyed I am making you right now.” Chett kept driving into me like a god who couldn’t stop. “You are never going to be able to go back to who you were before this.” “I don’t want to.” I was screaming from being absolutely wrecked. “I want to be this way forever. I want to be yours forever.” What looked like a tear fell out of his eyes and splattered against my cheek as his now-familiar growing and shuddering warned me of an impending orgasm. His final thrust nearly tore me in half as he marked my insides as belonging to him. Each cord on his neck standing out, each muscle tense. It was like watching a thoroughbred winning a race — utterly captivating. It was only after he pulled out of me that my emotions got the better of me and I started sobbing uncontrollably. Chett’s face changed in an instant from utter satisfaction to the deepest worry and concern. “Jordy, what’s wrong?” His arms snaked around me and he kept his weight on top of me like the world’s most secure weighted blanket. “I don’t know what is wrong with me. I am just feeling all these emotions I can’t explain and I don’t understand. And because I have felt how good this is physically, I don’t think I could ever be with someone else.” Chett grabbed me tighter. I could still feel his softening dick in my ass, but felt that this was even more intimate than the experience we just finished. “I don’t know how to say this, but you have destroyed me forever.” My shuddering sobs slowed for a moment. Sensing my disbelief he continued, “It is true; I will admit I have more experience having sex than you do, but I have never felt like this before. I think it is because I care about you more deeply than a hookup or a friend. You are a person that I want to see succeed and get everything you want. Anything I have the power to give, I will. I want you to be successful and happy. And while I want to be a part of giving you success and happiness, I also want to share every possible connection with you.” I let out an hysterical half sob/half laugh. “And for the record, yes, I love you.” That was enough of a sock to get me to sit up and take notice. “You love me?” Chett’s confident grin returned, “are you going to tell me that you don’t feel the same way?” I knew he was right. Without having to search my heart, I knew that he was going to be correct and I was going to have to come to terms with the fact that I had been in love with him for years, just unable to get anything moving on that front. I pulled his face to mine for a deep kiss and we cuddled as his dick finally slipped out of my ass. After an hour of us just being content sharing space with each other, I asked, “what are your plans for tomorrow? I would love it if you could stay here, but I have to get my room cleaned up and aired out. . . I’m pretty sure this smells like men and sex in here.” I blushed a bit at the thought of being caught by a sibling or my parents. “I was planning on taking a couple of days out of town to do some hiking or something. Why?” The disappointment rolling over me was on my face before I could stop it. “Oh, well, that sounds like it will be fun for you.” Chett didn’t hesitate when asking, “do you wanna go with me? My folks have a little cabin about an hour away. We could stay up there for a couple of days, just the two of us.” I shivered against him. “Only if you’re sure I won’t be in the way.” Chett kissed my earlobe, “You are never in the way. Consider anything that I do, anywhere I go for you to always feel free to join me.” I smiled and acknowledged his generosity. “I appreciate that offer, and I hope you know I am an open book and would love to spend time with you, but I also know that we need our space, too. This is all new to me, but with you being in college and me being stuck in this place for another few months, I want to make sure that you have the freedom to do what you want and be with your friends.” He nodded and gave me a squeeze. “You’re right. But I would love it if you would be able to join me in New York once you finish school. I know this is very early to be saying this, but it would be fun to room together and keep this up if you’re down.” I had been thinking the same thing all day but didn’t want to voice my hopes in case he wasn’t that serious. “We should definitely talk about that.” Before he could reply, I heard the front door slam and my mom’s voice floating up the stairs, “Hey Jordy, I got home early and thought we might be able to go out and take a look at some new shoes for you while you’re home.” My eyes flew wide in panic. “Shit-fucker! We have to get you out of here!” Chett sprang up off the bed with a silent giggle while he collected his clothes and threw everything back on. “Don’t worry about me. But get permission to head to the cabin for a few days. I think we will have a great time.” I wiped my leaking ass with a nearby pair of underwear and started rummaging around my drawers to find clothes to throw on and not look like I had been having the fuck of my life before being interrupted by my mother. “Yeah, consider it done.” Chett pulled me into him with one leg in a pair of jeans for a kiss before letting me go staggering back onto the bed while he opened the window. “What the fuck are you doing Chett?” “I don’t want to walk past your mom!” “I’ll go distract her, just be quiet closing the door.” I was rewarded with one more kiss as I went to do battle with my mother to allow my lover to escape unnoticed. It was only when I got back up to my bedroom after shopping and dinner with my mom that I noticed Chett had left his underwear on my bed and mine were mysteriously absent.

The Second Day of Christmas Christmas Day was a whirlwind. When I finally woke up, I could feel something deep in my soul had shifted, not to mention deep in my hole. I didn’t really believe what had happened in the previous twelve hours, but reaching my hand around to my ass and feeling my sore, damp hole made the reality stick. I wasn’t a virgin any longer, and I gave that up to the sexiest person that I knew — someone I never thought I could be with. I felt a grin spread across my face. Somehow, this has made me powerful in ways I had yet to understand, but I knew I was a changed person. I pulled myself together to throw on some clothes to join my family to exchange gifts. I sat with my family, but my mind was thoroughly on Chett, the soreness in my ass a testament of what we had done. Once the gifts had been exchanged and brunch eaten, I raced up to my room to grab my phone. MERRY CHRISTMAS, CHETT! I DON’T HAVE THE RIGHT WORDS, BUT THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING. It was when I was back downstairs and about to get involved with the family game night that I got a response. MERRY CHRISTMAS, JORDY! CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU AGAIN. WANT TO CATCH UP TOMORROW? My immediate response was YOU JUST NAME THE TIME AND THE PLACE AND I WILL BE THERE. The rest of the day I couldn’t shake my distraction or the newfound sense of power I had been given. Even my brothers both asked if I was alright because I seemed changed. Getting ready for bed, I probed my hole with my fingers — no lasting damage seemed to have been done, and everything had returned to its normal size. When I got back to the bedroom and plugged my phone into the charger, I saw a message from CHETT: MEET ME TOMORROW AT THE ARCH. 9:00 AM. BRING A BLANKET. * * * * * * Grabbing a blanket from the hall closet and getting permission from the family to go out were simple. We never made Boxing Day plans as a family, and usually were just lazy around the house. Mom asked when I would be home, and I said I didn’t know. Her response was, “well, at least you’re going to be with Chett. He always seemed like such a sweet young man when you introduced him around here. I don’t know what he sees in you, though — he is so talented.” The little bit of confidence that I had been feeling exploded inside my chest and I threw the blanket into the car and backed out of the driveway. I tried not to think about her comment too much on the way there and was determined to not burden Chett with that when I arrived. It took about fifteen minutes to make it downtown and find a parking space. The old station wagon Chett drove in high school was parked in the lot, so I pulled in next to his car. He bounded out before I had cut the engine and came over to open the car door. Before I even had both feet on the ground, he had pulled my head to his for a deep kiss. The question of why he would want to spend time with me melted a bit as I got lost in Chett’s mouth. I broke the kiss and looked deep into his eyes, “I missed you.” “I missed you, too. I’m glad that you could come out here today and spend some time with me.” He chastely pecked my lips. “I thought we could have a little picnic and just talk for a while. I’ve never been good at hiding excitement, and I didn’t even try to play it cool. “I love picnics! Let me grab the blanket. . .” I twisted around in the seat and hauled the blanket from the backseat into my lap, “I wish I would have known, I would have brought something!” “Oh, don’t worry. I have a full feast that me and my mom made this morning. I hope you will like it.” He helped me out of my car and walked around to the back of the station wagon. Opening the rear hatch, he took out a big basket and small cooler. Not gonna lie, I wasn’t exactly prepared for a date, but this felt organic and super romantic. “Come on!” Chett tried to carry the cooler and the basket in one hand and hold his other in mine, but I laughed and stopped him. “You’re going to drop something. Hold things the way they need to be held and I will stay close.” My free hand curled around his waist and we walked into the park with a small cooler between our hips. We set up our little picnic in the footprint of the Arch and settled into an excellent spread of cold fried chicken, fruit salad, a lovely “Pasta House-style” Italian salad, fresh scones still steaming from the oven, homemade strawberry preserves, and chocolate eclairs for dessert. We washed that all down with glasses of sparkling grape juice. It felt more romantic than I expected, and was something else that ticked off in my mind as being a new experience. While we ate we caught up with each other’s lives. I heard more about how he was settling into life in New York City, how he was branching out into different interests, trying new things, and finding himself outside the judgy Midwestern upbringing he had through high school. I told him about my frustration at wanting to get out and not knowing what I was doing, where I wanted to go, and my loneliness. We hugged it out and were packing up the picnic when I asked, “how did you end up experimenting with guys in college? Surely I can’t be your first partner. . .” Chett was quiet for a moment while he helped me fold the blanket and we started our walk back to the car. “Well,” he said, “it is kind of an embarrassing story.” “I’d love to hear it.” “How about this. . . We could go under the bridge and make out for a bit while I tell you the story.” I caught the sideways glint in his eye. “Yes!” We scrambled to stash our picnic supplies in our cars and held hands and half-ran under the arches of the nearby bridge. I was quickly pushed to the side wall and his mouth and entire body were on me, feeling like I was completely enclosed in his embrace as our tongues danced together. We made out for a few minutes before slowing and pulling away from each other for a moment. Chett looked at me and grabbed my waist with both hands, rubbing our erections together under our jeans. “Are you sure you want to hear all about my sex life at school?” I wiggled my hips at him, “of course! I promise I won’t be too jealous.” I winked at him. He sighed dramatically and started in on his story. “Well, I hand’t been around long when the teammates were trying to hook me up with one of the girls who were always hanging around when the team would go out for dinners or drinks. It wasn’t too long before one of the wingers came up to me and point-blank asked if I was gay. I told him that I thought so, but hadn’t ever been with a guy before. He gave me a hug and said it was okay. Turns out, most of the guys on the team were bi or bi-curious, so a lot of them had played around with each other. I took the winger back to my dorm that night and we exchanged blowjobs and kissed a bit. It was super awkward because I didn’t think I knew what I was doing, and this guy was clearly doing this as just a favor for me.” “After we were done, he was asking me what I wanted in a relationship or from life in general, and I told him that I had someone that I really liked in high school, but I didn’t know how to come out to him or how to initiate anything.” Chett nudged my shoulder with his. “And I would have hated for you to have a shitty first time because I had no experience.” I smiled up at him. “You know there is no way that we could have had a shitty time if you were into me. It took all my willpower to not try to hold your hand when I saw you in high school — I just assumed you were straight.” “Yeah, I know that now, but I really wanted your first time to be good. My birthday was on a Saturday in September this year, and one of the guys suggested that I try to get some for my birthday. I was a little tipsy from their festivities and decided to make a profile on Sniffies and see what was out there. I ended up going to this older guy’s house and he gave me an education. . .” Chett slipped his hand under the front of my shirt and snaked toward my left nipple, “he showed me how to make a guy feel special.” Chett’s fingers gently fondled my nipple, rolling it between his fingers. I let out a little moan. “He was great at showing me what the body can accommodate.” Chett’s other hand loosened my belt and popped the button on my jeans before settling between the jeans and my underwear. “He wanted to show me that it is possible to have control, give up control, or just let go of yourself to pleasure.” Chett pinched my nipple and I let out a breathless yelp while I felt precum soak through my briefs. Chett smiled again and leaned forward to whisper in my ear. “He gave me what I gave you — the fuck of my life. And he cemented a bond that connects me to the history of gay men across the world, and I hope that we will share that one day, too.” Chett’s stroking, teasing, and the power he was radiating did me in and I became only supported by the wall of the bridge arch and Chett’s weight pressing against me. “Fuck me, Chett. Fuck me right now!” “That’s what I like to hear.” Chett made sure I was steady enough on my feet that he could back away, removing his hands from under my clothes before removing his belt and snapping open the fly of his jeans. “Turn around.” Before I could completely turn around, I finally got a glimpse of the cock that had so totally wrecked me the day before. His uncut dick fell ponderously out of his fly, engorged with blood. It had to be as big around as a Red Bull can, if not larger, and easily as wide as two of my hands; his evil Prince Albert glittered in the winter sun. “How the fuck did that thing fit in me last night!?!?!?” I felt a wave of panic sweep over me and my ass clench tight. “Don’t worry, you were a natural. Not too many people have dicks like this, and you will be open and loose in no time.” His cock continued to rise, filling even more with blood and bouncing like it was sniffing out its prey. “Let me get you nice and open again.” Like last night, he got to work tongue fucking my ass. My resolution to stay strong didn’t last long. My hole yielded to his ministrations, feeling the warmth of his tongue invading my hole and the nerve endings in my pucker zinging with pleasure at the stimulation. It wasn’t long before his face was planted as deep as it could get in my crack while his tongue probed my chute. Coming up for air, Chett adjusted his pants and pulled my back upright before pressing the air out of my chest against the wall. He bent his knees slightly while lining up his dick before he slowly stood to his full height, impaling my hole on his shaft. As it entered to the occasional sharp pain, it was like the space it was occupying slowly pushed all the air out of my lungs. One long, whispering sigh which changed to a small groan as he punched through my second hole and I was fully nestled with his rod completely in me. Chett’s breathing still sounded labored, like he was working hard to control himself when I turned my head and simply said, “what are you waiting for?” I wasn’t prepared for how sex in this position would feel. Being pinned down seemed to be a thing with him, but in the upright position, I couldn’t help but try to keep my feet under me and hold on for the ride. While our first fuck had been frantic and white-hot with intensity, this was more deliberate and felt like we were deepening our emotional connection. As he carefully full-pistoned his dick through my ass, I felt like this was more than just a kinky fuck in public, this was making love. I began to squeeze my hole a bit and tried to work muscles inside my chute and I heard his breath hitch. “Yes! Fuck! Jordy, you don’t know what you do to me. I want you to know that you’re mine if I can be yours.” That made my hole quiver and made me moan with extra intensity. The constant tapping on my prostate and my hyped emotional state started the runaway train to orgasm and I began shooting all over the bridge walls while Chett’s constant movement didn’t change. “Yes, you are so hot when you are cumming in public.” Chet whispered in my ear before nibbling on my earlobe. He continued for a few more minutes, not giving my hole a break until I could feel him speed up and start pushing deeper into my body. His cock swelled as he bit the back of my neck and let out a primal growl as the pulsing began. His orgasm slowed and he began to shrink. I held him in my ass as long as I could, but when he finally slipped out, I felt my hole struggling to close on its own and some of his seed dripping down my thigh. He held me there for another minute or so, just pressing me to the wall with his weight, folding me into his arms as our breathing returned to normal. Once he let me go, I refastened my jeans and spun around to take his dangling manhood into my mouth. I was a bit alarmed to see some streaks of red on the head of his foreskin, but I figured that taking a dick like that twice in two days was probably going to do some damage. And it didn’t seem to be causing me pain, so I got to work without complaint, gently licking his balls, shaft, foreskin, and cock head to take the clean, salty liquid off his skin and put it inside me. Once I had finished cleaning and worshipping his penis, he tucked things back into place and pulled me upright into a kiss. We made out for awhile, sharing the last tasty drops of his cum and my ass juices together before he wordlessly grabbed my hand and started walking me back to where we parked. We were content in silence until we got between our cars and I pulled him in for a deep kiss. “Fuck, if we keep doing this we are going to need to invest in some chapstick together,” I giggled. Chett smiled at me, “oh, I think this will be a regular thing if you let it be.” I grinned back at him and nodded. “Good! I really hate to fuck and run again, but I have to get back to family stuff today. You free tomorrow?” “Yeah, my parents go back to work and my siblings are going to other friends’ houses. I’d love to have you over to the house if you are free.” “I would like that a lot!” “Great! Sent me a text when you are up tomorrow and we can make some plans. Is there anything that I should have ready for you?” Chett was quiet for a moment before saying, “yes, I will give you instructions tonight before bed.” I shivered a bit in anticipation. There was something about the command in his voice that turned me on. I trusted him. I wanted him. He was good to me. “I will look forward to hearing from you.” I smiled at him before kissing him again. “I just want you to know how much this means to me. I wish that I could do this all day, every day.” I was warmly pulled into a hug, “don’t worry Jordy, I will make sure the time I am home is worth every second for you.” We kissed once more before getting into our cars and driving away. The whole way home I could feel the warmth blossoming in my gut — I couldn’t tell if it was from a satisfied heart or a satisfied hole. All I knew is that the wait until tomorrow was going to be nearly impossible.

Thanks so much to everyone who reacted and replied! Hopefully you'll enjoy the Boxing Day shenanigans of these two later today. I appreciate your interest and encouragement – I am planning on finishing all twelve days of Christmas and providing an epilogue to tie everything together. If you have any comments, questions, suggestions, etc. feel free to send me a message or leave a comment! Cheers!

People usually forget that the twelve days of Christmas actually start on December 25th. Growing up in a Catholic household, that was drilled into my brain. I had grown up in a white collar family just outside of St. Louis and knew the importance of family, friends, and obedience (at least how my parents thought I should be.) I had no idea that this one Christmas would change the trajectory of my life forever. Growing up I wasn’t anyone special. My love of books and music didn’t do much to help me develop muscle, but an insane mother made sure I didn’t put on weight. A 6’2” skinny twink with brown hair and grey eyes wasn’t anything devastatingly beautiful, but I wasn’t horrible either. My glasses made me look smart, and I had a bad habit that most tall and gangly people have of hunching over to make myself seem smaller. My friends all called me Jordy, and I was lucky this year because my eighteenth birthday fell on the same day as Thanksgiving. I did alright in school and had plans to major in psychology once I graduated high school. My other siblings were all younger, two brothers and a sister. My parents had been together for twenty years at this point and were making ends meet, though they were becoming increasingly religious and conservative. I had realized my sexuality when I was in the fourth grade and the boys were talking about the girls in ways that I knew I thought about the boys. Being artistic didn’t do anything to temper the teasing, and my friends had always been girls until I was a sophomore in high school. Chett was a hunk of a man and a year ahead of me in school. As cliché as it is to say, he was the star soccer player who somehow managed to be at home with the jocks, get good grades, and have everyone fall in love with him. I certainly wasn’t immune to his spell, and after being assigned a locker next to his at the beginning of the year, we started talking regularly. He seemed effortlessly beautiful — the definition of tall, dark, and handsome; his hair was always perfect, his posture was immaculate, and he managed to utterly charm me from the moment he spoke. He seemed to have always had a girl on his arms while prowling the halls in school, but when we met up it was just the two of us. I didn’t question his motives — he couldn’t be gay, anyway. We stayed friends during the rest of his time in high school and even kept in touch when he went off to play soccer in college at Columbia. Before Chett left for college, we made a pact to stay in each other’s lives. I kind of let my side of that bargain down a bit when the pressure of applying for colleges, competing for scholarships, and the academic load in school got to be a lot. I managed to follow along with his soccer season, thought, and was pleased that he got some significant playing time as a freshman. We promised each other that we would meet up while he was home for the holidays. We finally caught up with each other by texting all through Thanksgiving. He and some of his friends were staying in New York for the parade while I was stuck in Missouri. I spent the entire day glued to my phone bantering with him about everything. It was after I had been stuffed with turkey and off to bed when I got a message from him. HOPE YOU HAD A GREAT 18TH BIRTHDAY. LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING YOU WHEN I AM HOME FOR CHRISTMAS THIS YEAR. I HAVE SO MUCH TO GET YOU CAUGHT UP WITH AND HAVE A GIFT I WANT TO GIVE YOU, TOO! His message did something to me inside — the fact that he still cared about me and made me feel special was something that I couldn’t really believe. I sent back a text in reply: THAT MEANS SO MUCH COMING FROM YOU. I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU AND HEAR ALL ABOUT WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN UP TO. I WILL NEED TO THINK OF SOMETHING GOOD TO GIVE YOU, TOO. His response was the last message I got before falling asleep that night: DON’T WORRY, I KNOW THAT SEEING YOU WILL BE ALL THE GIFT I NEED. * * * * * * Leading up to the holidays, it was even more hectic than usual. My parents were going all out to make this the “last Christmas all the kids are together” a special treat. I thought I had been busy with school before, but now I was trying to cram in scholarship applications with baking cookies with my mother, decorating the house, hanging lights with my dad and just generally running around in last minute preparation. Chett stayed in touch trying to set up a time to get together, and eventually we landed on after Midnight Mass Christmas Day. Christmas Eve was crazy as usual with lots of extended family over, big meal, and general frivolity. At ten-thirty I got up to head to church to sing with the choir while the rest of my family piled into their pew at eleven to listen to the prelude music. We sang for Midnight Mass, wished everyone a Merry Christmas, and the rest of the family got ready to go. I caught my mom as she was about to get in the car, “Hey, my friend Chett is back from college and is wondering if we can hang out for a bit tonight. I’m amped up from performing and am not really tired.” She seemed exhausted and distracted and just said, “Fine, just remember that you have to be awake tomorrow morning to do presents at 9:00.” I gave her a swift kiss on the cheek before she shut the door and drove away. My phone was in my hand before I could blink and I typed out: WHERE DO YOU WANT TO MEET? I got an immediate reply: COME TO FIELD FOUR AT THE OLD RIVERFRONT PARK. It was a short three minute drive to the deserted park grounds at the riverfront. Field four was the largest of the soccer pitches where Chett had played his games in high school. I could barely make out a tall figure at center field when I parked my car and pulled on a jacket to fend off the cool breeze on this unseasonably warm Christmas. Chett must have heard the car door slam because he whipped around and started sprinting toward me. We caught each other in a massive embrace and all the butterflies I kept in my chest took flight. After holding each other for what felt like minutes we pulled away and looked at each other in the faded light of the lamps on the perimeter fence. “Fuck, you look amazing!” Flew out of my mouth before I could stop myself. And he did. College had agreed with Chett and he seemed to be more of a man than he was before he left. His body a little harder, more angular. His hair was still perfectly coiffed, but a little longer. Some rebellious studs glinting in the dim lights in his ears. I really couldn’t believe how gorgeous he was. “Haha! You look just the same — how you don’t put on weight, I will never know.” I saw his eyes rake my body hidden under my jacket and dress slacks. “Up you get!” I was taken by surprise when Chett lunged for my legs and effortlessly picked me up and carried me back onto the field into the center circle. I kept giggling and couldn’t help feel a bit overwhelmed by this incredible specimen who wanted to spend time with me. What I could give him in friendship, I really didn’t know. Instead of putting me back down feet-first onto the grass, he spun me around and cradled me in a position almost like I was being dipped at a dance. My eyes widened in surprise as I caught a hungry, yet tender gleam in his eyes, framed by his glorious hair before he leaned down and planted his lips firmly on mine. If he hadn’t been holding me, I would have completely collapsed in a puddle on that field. Instead, he held me tight as the most beautiful boy I had ever known gave me my first kiss. My body short-circuited and I was feeling completely overwhelmed. Our lips working together, parting to allow our tongues to dance — it all seemed so natural and so all-consuming. After what felt like days of being in each other’s embrace, we came up for air and I searched his eyes for an explanation. “Don’t worry about it Jordy,” he said. “I have been wanting to do that with you since I first saw you trying to stuff your backpack into that locker your first day of sophomore year. I hadn’t ever thought about anyone like that before, and I was just worried that you wouldn’t want anything to do with me if I came out and asked.” My brain was still trying to catch up with what had just happened, and the thought that he wanted me just couldn’t compute. “You’ve wanted me for years?” “Yeah, I didn’t really know how to say it when we were in high school and I was so worried about being judged by the other guys on the team. So I didn’t say anything until I got to college. When I was there, the first few days of practice I saw that the guys just didn’t give a shit and they wanted us all to be happy. When you were so busy, I knew I couldn’t add any pressure on your life, so I met up with a few guys off the apps and started exploring.” I was looking at Chett with a whole new light. This man had gone from being cool and attractive to being so sexy I couldn’t stand it. “Wow! Sounds like college has been a great experience for you so far!” “I can’t really complain. I have learned a lot about myself and feel like I’m ready to be out there in public as the full me.” I craned my neck up to kiss him. “You have no idea how long this has been a dream of mine that I thought would never come true.” Chett’s eyes glinted at my admission. “Well, I have to give you your Christmas gift, then!” In another amazing display of athletic prowess, he flipped my body over and slowly lowered me down onto all fours. Without any ceremony (or care for the poor button on my trousers) he pulled my pants and underwear over my ass and down to my knees, exposing the skin on my back and my raging hard cock to the cool night air. I inhaled instinctively with the temperature change and unsure how to react. That quickly melted away, however, when I felt something warm and wet begin to probe the crack hiding my hole. I was gurgling nonsense sounds as Chett slowly plied my cheeks apart and began licking and slobbering all over my puckering hole. If I hadn’t known before, it was this moment that I realized that this man could do whatever he wanted with me and I would be more than happy to oblige. As his mouth and tongue made slurping noises and I felt the area between my cheeks becoming slick with spit, another jingling sound of a belt being loosened joined the chorus. I am about to get fucked, I realized. A switch flipped in my brain and I leaned the front of my chest down to the grass and felt a state of total euphoria and relaxation take over my body. As that sensation swept down my spine, I could feel my ass unclench and allow Chett’s tongue deeper access to the inside of my hole. With a little whimper, I felt him tear his face away and heard more jingling as he took his pants off over his shoes and tossed them outside the circle. One more trickle of spit I felt as I heard him slowly jerk himself off. When the head of his penis finally hit the crack of my ass, it didn’t feel right. It felt heavy and cold. I heard a little amused huff from behind me, “looks like you found out where my other piercing is.” Fuck, he had a piercing in his dick?!?! What the hell did that look like? I tried to turn my head to look back at him, and all I saw was the root of his dick disappearing into trimmed pubes and a maniacal expression on his face as he gently rocked his dick up and down my ass crack. “Do you want me to give you my gift?” I kept whimpering because I had never wanted anything as much as I wanted him in this moment. “Yes, if you take my virginity in exchange.” That did something to him and he switched from teasing me to starting to push himself inside. I wish that I could claim to be an incredible bottom and say how easy it was that he was able to slide right in, but my hole was not that experienced. I felt his Prince Albert piercing stretch my hole to the breaking point before the head of his dick was in me, and several seconds of panicked panting took over until he rubbed my back and commanded me to take deep breaths. He continued to invade my hole and the stretching and small pops of pain continued until he was completely buried and I could feel his pubes itching my taint. I had never felt so accomplished as having taken this boys’s entire cock. I was flushed with the thought that we were physically linked in this moment, and the emptiness when he started to pull out made me meow in disappointment. He huffed another amused breath, “don’t worry, I am just about to show you what being fucked feels like.” He suddenly threw his weight on top of me, causing his dick to be firmly planted past my second hole as I screamed — my body was completely overwhelmed with sensation as I was slammed flat onto the grass. From that moment on, it was a sprint of breathless fucking for what seemed hours. The prone position meant his dick was jackhammering my prostate while he was practically performing pushups over my back. Beads of sweat slid across my body under my clothes and I felt my head being peppered with sweat from his body towering above me. I have never felt more alive than in that moment. After what could only have been a few minutes Chett’s huffing became faster and his thrusts less regular and feeling almost desperate. His growls in my ear were replaced with higher pitched, breathy tones of, “oh fuck, oh fuck, you want this?” All I could respond was earnestly nodding, not trusting my breath to make any sound. My poor dick was overstimulated between the grass tickling it and my prostate being pounded, and I felt the orgasm wash over me without even a helping hand. He kept pounding away for a couple of more seconds while his cock seemed to expand inside of me before he thrust deeper into me than he had before and collapsed on top of me. I could feel the pulsing in my hole of what had to be a record number of cumshots while he felt limp and spent above me. After recovering enough control so that I could speak again, I turned my head to look at the side of Chett’s face as he lay across my back and just whispered, “I think I love everything about you.” I could feel the corners of his mouth tick up as he grinned and began to raise himself off of me, slowly extricating his cock from my hole. I started to sit up, but before I could he thrust two fingers in my hole and turned me around to sit on them, before laying me on my back and teasing the tip of his cock against my lips. As if it were trained into me, I opened my mouth and began to suckle the head of his dick. The PA made things a bit tricky, especially since it seemed to have some pointy balls on the end, but I did my best to clean him up, tasting cum for the first time. His fingers hurt so good while I licked his shaft and his balls, and when I had finally finished, he pulled his fingers out of my ass and thrust them into his mouth. “Mmm! Your hole is so tasty!” He reached out and helped me to my feet. It was the first time that I had seen the lower half of his body naked, and I looked on in shock. I knew I couldn’t deep throat him because he was girthy, but I had no idea how long his dick was. . . It had to have been at least nine inches semi-hard and the PA glinted off the tip of his cock looking as thick as my pinky. I was in utter shock as he turned and showed off his impressive ass while he retrieved his pants. After tucking everything back into its place, he came over and took my hand, lifting me off the grass and spinning me around for a kiss. The faintest hint of metallic taste lingered in his mouth as we made out. He kept his right hand firmly planted in my left while he helped me pull up my pants over my spent dick and helped me straighten my hair. “I hope that we can see a lot more of each other before I have to leave town to get back to school. I just want you to know that I feel deeply about you and hope that you feel the same about me.” Considering the state I was in, I didn’t feel that I could trust myself to speak, so I tried to put all my words into a kiss. Breaking apart, I found my voice and said, “I don’t think you know how much you mean to me, and what we did tonight will always be sacred.” I felt tears welling up in my eyes. Chett’s response was to pull me in tightly for a hug, “You’re going to be changed by this forever. I know that we have a great future together.” We walked back to our cars feeling content and fucked-out. Before we pulled away, we shared one last kiss with the promise to be in touch later in the day. As I got into the car and started it, I saw that it was just before three in the morning. Sneaking back into the house was easy, and a gentle shower got rid of the sweat and most of the body fluids that clung to my mouth and legs. I thought about trying to empty my guts, but decided against it. I thought it would be kinky going to sleep with a little part of Chett still inside. I crashed onto my bed and fell immediately asleep so I missed the text from Chett before waking up for presents. It simply read: MORE TO CUM 😜

Becoming an annual tradition to read each holiday season. Thanks for the amazing story!

Absolutely stunning! 😍

Absolutely stunning!!!

Getting a PA and stretching it to 00 gauge has been one of my favorite things I've changed about myself. Not just in having sex with a partner, but also in a constant reminder that I'm kinky and love it!

Only have a PA so far, but considering a guiche as my next foray into body mods.