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Wednesday, 13 May 2009

Taking Advantage of the Holidays by Steve Sierran

Taking Advantage of the Holidays

By: Steve Sierran

(M/M, Oral, NC)


**********************************************************************
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. This story is written for
entertainment purposes only. The characters depicted are completely
fictional. If you wish to post this work elsewhere, please request
permission first.

Tell me what you think! Steve.Sierran@gmail.com
**********************************************************************

I can remember it like it was yesterday. I came home for Christmas
during my senior year of college. My little brother, Robbie was also
home from his freshman year at State, and had brought along his buddy
Tom. Robbie and I, except for the difference in our ages and the
fact that I was gay, were as close to twins as two brothers could
be. We both had sandy brown hair and green eyes, were built like
line-backers and stood right at 6 feet tall.

It was so good to be home, but after just a couple of hours, Robbie
and I were getting bored, not to mention Tom, who was clueless about
the stories that Mom and Dad were telling about family and friends.
While Mom had droned on and on about the neighbors and the new
addition to their house, I had been checking out Tom. He was
stretched out in the arm chair, with his legs up on the foot stool.
He was wearing a white and blue striped shirt and jeans. He was
obviously an athlete from his build, with his 6'2" stacked frame, his
wavy brown hair and his piercing blue eyes.

Finally, after supper, Robbie and Tom decided to go out on the town
with a bunch of Rob's friends from high school, so they took off. I
considered going along, but decided to stay home instead. At around
3:30 in the morning, I got a call from Rob. He and Tom were
plastered and needed a ride home. I was more than happy to go pick
them up. It was better to wake me than to end up killing themselves
trying to drive.

By the time I got dressed and over to the greasy spoon where they
were, both of them were nearly passed out on a bench outside the
restaurant. Rob was still semi-aware, but Tom was long gone.
Together, Robbie and I picked up Tom and loaded him into the back
seat of the car. On the way home, Robbie passed out too. By the
time we got home, I was stuck with two drunk boys. I got Robbie out
first, and half-carried, half-dragged him into his room. He had one
single bed in his room, and I helped him onto it. I took off his
shoes and rolled him onto his side, and pulled the blanket over him.
Rob began snoring almost immediately.

I then headed back out to the car to repeat the process with Tom. He
was sprawled out on the back seat and getting him out of the car was
a feat in itself. To this day, I'm not quite sure how I managed it
without hurting him, but I did it, and the guy didn't wake up once
during the whole process. Either he drank like a fish, or he simply
couldn't handle his alcohol. At least with Rob, there was some type
of auto-response. Robbie had half walked as I got him inside, but
with Tom, it was a completely different story. After making it in
the front door, I realized there was no way I was going to be able to
get him up the stairs with one arm around his waist and his arm over
my shoulders, so I leaned him up against the wall and put my should
into his waist. He fell over and I picked him up in one swift
movement. He was heavy, and I took a second to adjust to the
weight. I put one hand on his lower leg and the other up on his
butt. I couldn't help it. Tom was just too fucking hot. I felt up
his nice muscular ass. It was just perfect. Firm, muscular and
taut. I could feel the line of his underwear, but it didn't feel
quite right. I felt it again through his jeans. Tom was wearing a
jock strap. I slid my hand into the crack of his ass, and could feel
myself getting dizzy with desire. I realized the only thing between
me and his hole was one layer of denim.

Getting my wits back, I let go of his gorgeous rump and grabbed the
railing. Step by step, very carefully, I carried my brother's
unconscious friend up the stairs. Once at the top, I started for my
brother's room, and then realized there was no place for Tom to sleep
there with my brother's twin bed already occupied. My parents had
turned my old room into a guest bed room, and had put in a full size
bed. I really had no intention of sharing the bed with Tom, but
after getting him all the way up here, there was nowhere else to go.
I carried him down the hall to my bedroom and as gently as I could,
dropped Tom down and onto my by bed, which was already a mess from
when I had been asleep. I stood back and looked at him. He was one
hell of a gorgeous guy. I put a pillow under his head and pulled a
blanket up over his chest. I started to put the pillow over his legs
as well, when I caught a glimpse of his crotch. From the size of his
bulge, I knew he must be a pretty well hung guy.

I looked up at Tom's face. His chest rose and fell slowly as he
slept. I knew I should have walked away right then and there, but I
didn't. I grabbed Tom's leg and shook him. I called out his name.
He didn't respond. I sat on the edge of the bed and rested my hand
on his thigh. It was then, that I crossed the line, and didn't
stop. I unfastened the button on his jeans and with shaking hands, I
unzipped his fly and pulled the jeans apart. This action revealed
the waist band and the top of the pouch of Tom's strap. I grabbed
either side of his jeans and began working them down. I got them
down past his knees and revealed his full thighs with some dark hair
on them. The bulge of his groin was huge, and filled the pouch of
his strap so much, that the cloth didn't touch his skin. He had so
much equipment stuffed in there, it had to be uncomfortable. I
smiled to myself as I rationalized my actions by thinking that
getting him free of that jock strap would make him more comfortable.

I readjusted Tom's legs, pushing his knees apart and drawing his feet
up closer to his body. As I did so, Tom raised his arms and wrapped
them under the pillow. He didn't wake up, and I was too far along to
stop now. Even if he did wake up, chances were he wouldn't remember
any of this in the morning. I scooted closer on the bed and rested
my hand right on the over-packed pouch. I could feel the outline of
his cock inside the pouch, it felt immense, and was pointed down over
his balls. I couldn't wait any longer. I slipped my fingers under
the edge of the pouch and pulled it to the side. Immediately, his
balls fell free and his cock rolled out. Huge was the accurate
word. Tom was all man and hung like a horse.

The shaft was thick and Tom was cut. The head was slightly larger
than his shaft and the actual helmet was perfectly shaped and
proportioned. I ran my hand up and down the piece of meat and after
only a couple of strokes, it began to grow. Within moments, Tom was
getting hard. I readjusted his cock to point up toward his head, and
then paused. I had to capture this moment, so I reached into my bag
on the floor and pulled out my digital camera and snapped an image.
I then put the camera down and went to work.

I picked up the nice, heavy slab of meat and immediately began
tonguing it as I ran my hand up and down the shaft. I popped the
thick head in my mouth and began blowing him as I continued to stroke
his shaft. I loved feeling his cock grow and stiffen in my mouth.
With my other hand, I fondled his balls, and ran my fingers through
his coarse pubic hair at the base of his shaft.

I felt him growing in size and reaching his maximum hardness. I
quickened my pace and began deep throating him as best I could. He
was a lot to swallow. Pausing for a second, I slipped his meat out
from between my lips and watched as I wagged his big heavy cock back
and forth from my grip at the root. I licked a finger of my other
hand, and as I returned to my oral work on his pole, I slipped my
hand down behind the cloth junction of the straps and pouch, into the
nether regions of his ass. I found the spot I was looking for and
gently ran my wet fingertip over his pucker.

I then began to really pump and suck on his hard shaft. I felt his
ball sack tighten up and new the moment was at hand. I continued my
effort and focus on his cock and a heartbeat later, his rod spasmed,
unloading a healthy load into my mouth. As he began shooting, I used
that moment to cram my finger past his ass muscle and penetrated into
his canal. I slid it up as deep as I could go, and found what I was
looking for. I massaged his prostate and the spasming became even
more heavy. I sucked and swallowed and drained this beast of a man.
When his balls were empty, I slipped my finger out of his ass, and
let his softening cock slip out of my mouth.

I sat back and stared at my handiwork. Needing my own release, I
pulled my cock from my pants and whacked off, staring at and touching
the man I had just pleasured. My own cock took only a few stroked to
bring to climax. I was careful to come in my hand, rather than on
Tom, where I wanted to. I had thought about stuffing my cock up his
ass, but it would take a lot more than a quick finger fuck to loosen
him up enough. After I cleaned up, I checked the camera to make sure
I captured the moment and then went to work putting his clothes back
in place. After I was satisfied that he was sufficiently cleaned up
and back to his pre-event condition, I switched off the light and
headed for the living room couch where I curled up and fell asleep
with the taste of his cock still in my mouth.

What a perfect holiday, and I still had the rest of the weekend ahead
of me.

END




Taking Advantage of the Holidays

By: Steve Sierran

(M/M, Oral, NC)


**********************************************************************
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. This story is written for
entertainment purposes only. The characters depicted are completely
fictional. If you wish to post this work elsewhere, please request
permission first.

Tell me what you think! Steve.Sierran@gmail.com
**********************************************************************

I can remember it like it was yesterday. I came home for Christmas
during my senior year of college. My little brother, Robbie was also
home from his freshman year at State, and had brought along his buddy
Tom. Robbie and I, except for the difference in our ages and the
fact that I was gay, were as close to twins as two brothers could
be. We both had sandy brown hair and green eyes, were built like
line-backers and stood right at 6 feet tall.

It was so good to be home, but after just a couple of hours, Robbie
and I were getting bored, not to mention Tom, who was clueless about
the stories that Mom and Dad were telling about family and friends.
While Mom had droned on and on about the neighbors and the new
addition to their house, I had been checking out Tom. He was
stretched out in the arm chair, with his legs up on the foot stool.
He was wearing a white and blue striped shirt and jeans. He was
obviously an athlete from his build, with his 6'2" stacked frame, his
wavy brown hair and his piercing blue eyes.

Finally, after supper, Robbie and Tom decided to go out on the town
with a bunch of Rob's friends from high school, so they took off. I
considered going along, but decided to stay home instead. At around
3:30 in the morning, I got a call from Rob. He and Tom were
plastered and needed a ride home. I was more than happy to go pick
them up. It was better to wake me than to end up killing themselves
trying to drive.

By the time I got dressed and over to the greasy spoon where they
were, both of them were nearly passed out on a bench outside the
restaurant. Rob was still semi-aware, but Tom was long gone.
Together, Robbie and I picked up Tom and loaded him into the back
seat of the car. On the way home, Robbie passed out too. By the
time we got home, I was stuck with two drunk boys. I got Robbie out
first, and half-carried, half-dragged him into his room. He had one
single bed in his room, and I helped him onto it. I took off his
shoes and rolled him onto his side, and pulled the blanket over him.
Rob began snoring almost immediately.

I then headed back out to the car to repeat the process with Tom. He
was sprawled out on the back seat and getting him out of the car was
a feat in itself. To this day, I'm not quite sure how I managed it
without hurting him, but I did it, and the guy didn't wake up once
during the whole process. Either he drank like a fish, or he simply
couldn't handle his alcohol. At least with Rob, there was some type
of auto-response. Robbie had half walked as I got him inside, but
with Tom, it was a completely different story. After making it in
the front door, I realized there was no way I was going to be able to
get him up the stairs with one arm around his waist and his arm over
my shoulders, so I leaned him up against the wall and put my should
into his waist. He fell over and I picked him up in one swift
movement. He was heavy, and I took a second to adjust to the
weight. I put one hand on his lower leg and the other up on his
butt. I couldn't help it. Tom was just too fucking hot. I felt up
his nice muscular ass. It was just perfect. Firm, muscular and
taut. I could feel the line of his underwear, but it didn't feel
quite right. I felt it again through his jeans. Tom was wearing a
jock strap. I slid my hand into the crack of his ass, and could feel
myself getting dizzy with desire. I realized the only thing between
me and his hole was one layer of denim.

Getting my wits back, I let go of his gorgeous rump and grabbed the
railing. Step by step, very carefully, I carried my brother's
unconscious friend up the stairs. Once at the top, I started for my
brother's room, and then realized there was no place for Tom to sleep
there with my brother's twin bed already occupied. My parents had
turned my old room into a guest bed room, and had put in a full size
bed. I really had no intention of sharing the bed with Tom, but
after getting him all the way up here, there was nowhere else to go.
I carried him down the hall to my bedroom and as gently as I could,
dropped Tom down and onto my by bed, which was already a mess from
when I had been asleep. I stood back and looked at him. He was one
hell of a gorgeous guy. I put a pillow under his head and pulled a
blanket up over his chest. I started to put the pillow over his legs
as well, when I caught a glimpse of his crotch. From the size of his
bulge, I knew he must be a pretty well hung guy.

I looked up at Tom's face. His chest rose and fell slowly as he
slept. I knew I should have walked away right then and there, but I
didn't. I grabbed Tom's leg and shook him. I called out his name.
He didn't respond. I sat on the edge of the bed and rested my hand
on his thigh. It was then, that I crossed the line, and didn't
stop. I unfastened the button on his jeans and with shaking hands, I
unzipped his fly and pulled the jeans apart. This action revealed
the waist band and the top of the pouch of Tom's strap. I grabbed
either side of his jeans and began working them down. I got them
down past his knees and revealed his full thighs with some dark hair
on them. The bulge of his groin was huge, and filled the pouch of
his strap so much, that the cloth didn't touch his skin. He had so
much equipment stuffed in there, it had to be uncomfortable. I
smiled to myself as I rationalized my actions by thinking that
getting him free of that jock strap would make him more comfortable.

I readjusted Tom's legs, pushing his knees apart and drawing his feet
up closer to his body. As I did so, Tom raised his arms and wrapped
them under the pillow. He didn't wake up, and I was too far along to
stop now. Even if he did wake up, chances were he wouldn't remember
any of this in the morning. I scooted closer on the bed and rested
my hand right on the over-packed pouch. I could feel the outline of
his cock inside the pouch, it felt immense, and was pointed down over
his balls. I couldn't wait any longer. I slipped my fingers under
the edge of the pouch and pulled it to the side. Immediately, his
balls fell free and his cock rolled out. Huge was the accurate
word. Tom was all man and hung like a horse.

The shaft was thick and Tom was cut. The head was slightly larger
than his shaft and the actual helmet was perfectly shaped and
proportioned. I ran my hand up and down the piece of meat and after
only a couple of strokes, it began to grow. Within moments, Tom was
getting hard. I readjusted his cock to point up toward his head, and
then paused. I had to capture this moment, so I reached into my bag
on the floor and pulled out my digital camera and snapped an image.
I then put the camera down and went to work.

I picked up the nice, heavy slab of meat and immediately began
tonguing it as I ran my hand up and down the shaft. I popped the
thick head in my mouth and began blowing him as I continued to stroke
his shaft. I loved feeling his cock grow and stiffen in my mouth.
With my other hand, I fondled his balls, and ran my fingers through
his coarse pubic hair at the base of his shaft.

I felt him growing in size and reaching his maximum hardness. I
quickened my pace and began deep throating him as best I could. He
was a lot to swallow. Pausing for a second, I slipped his meat out
from between my lips and watched as I wagged his big heavy cock back
and forth from my grip at the root. I licked a finger of my other
hand, and as I returned to my oral work on his pole, I slipped my
hand down behind the cloth junction of the straps and pouch, into the
nether regions of his ass. I found the spot I was looking for and
gently ran my wet fingertip over his pucker.

I then began to really pump and suck on his hard shaft. I felt his
ball sack tighten up and new the moment was at hand. I continued my
effort and focus on his cock and a heartbeat later, his rod spasmed,
unloading a healthy load into my mouth. As he began shooting, I used
that moment to cram my finger past his ass muscle and penetrated into
his canal. I slid it up as deep as I could go, and found what I was
looking for. I massaged his prostate and the spasming became even
more heavy. I sucked and swallowed and drained this beast of a man.
When his balls were empty, I slipped my finger out of his ass, and
let his softening cock slip out of my mouth.

I sat back and stared at my handiwork. Needing my own release, I
pulled my cock from my pants and whacked off, staring at and touching
the man I had just pleasured. My own cock took only a few stroked to
bring to climax. I was careful to come in my hand, rather than on
Tom, where I wanted to. I had thought about stuffing my cock up his
ass, but it would take a lot more than a quick finger fuck to loosen
him up enough. After I cleaned up, I checked the camera to make sure
I captured the moment and then went to work putting his clothes back
in place. After I was satisfied that he was sufficiently cleaned up
and back to his pre-event condition, I switched off the light and
headed for the living room couch where I curled up and fell asleep
with the taste of his cock still in my mouth.

What a perfect holiday, and I still had the rest of the weekend ahead
of me.

END