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"Under the Mistletoe!"
"No, that's o.k. No . . . no I mean it. You and dad have fun in Europe. I've got a lot of homework to do anyway." That was how Vic's conversation with his mother had ended. She and his father were jetting off to France for Christmas. She had at least taken the time to pretend to feel bad about it this time. Last year, he didn't find out until he had arrived at the front door only to be told by the maid that they were vacationing in Mexico.
Vic was in his second year at school. He had got here on a football scholarship. His dad had pushed him into the sport, probably so his father could relive his "glory days" through his son. He loved the game, but not as much as his dad did. Majoring in business so he could go work for his dad someday was also not Vic's idea. All his life, he had done what his parent's had wanted. He wondered what they would do if they knew how he really felt.
Back in high school, Vic began undergoing long streaks of depression. He hid it well, though. He worked out, trained hard in both football and martial arts (the one thing that was actually Vic's idea that his father didn't object too), was class president and had taken a position on the high school yearbook. His parents thought he was just trying to pad his college applications. In actuality, he just wanted time away from them.
Vic realized he was actually pretty lucky. He had the nice clothes, a convertible as soon as he was old enough to drive, a nice house to live in, and he wasn't a bad looking kid. He was 6 ft. 4 in. tall, with a muscular build, short blonde hair and blue eyes. He was the most sought after boy, from a dating perspective, in his class. And while he had already had a wealth of sexual experiences with the girls in his school, he had never really felt anything deeper. That was one of the causes of his depression.
On more than one occasion, he had found himself fantasizing about other guys. While out on the field, he would check out the cheerleaders and his own wide receivers, and would be equally aroused by both. But he knew what would happen if he ever even discussed his problems with anyone, it would get out. He knew how things operated in his little corner of America. He would somehow get kicked off the team and become a social outcast. His parents would send him off to military school at best, and disown him at worst. All the luxuries he had become accustomed to would vanish. It wasn't even that his school was more narrow-minded than other places. There were gay men and women who attended and while not necessarily put on pedestals, not many people really seemed to care. But he knew he wouldn't be allowed. It just wasn't something the quarterback did. He didn't see a way out, so he kept his mouth shut, threw the football, and did what he was told.
After graduation, he was accepted into a prestigious school, which was thankfully far away from his parents and his life. His third semester had just ended. His last class had actually been his photography class. He had told his parents he was just filling out one of his electives. Actually it was the third photography class he had taken; one every semester. Taking pictures, like he had done when on the yearbook staff, was one of the only things he had truly enjoyed. It was the concept of capturing a moment in time, which no one else in the world would be able to see if it weren't for him, that was so appealing. He would rather try and make a living doing that than going into his father's corporate world. He was going to try and take as many classes as possible, maybe getting a double-major. It might mean taking a while longer than originally anticipated, but he didn't mind the idea at all. It would mean more time away from his parents, and more time to figure out what he really wanted to do.
So he sat in the nice two-bedroom apartment that his parents so generously paid for, deciding what to do with his Christmas vacation. All his "friends" had taken off to be with their families. It was amazing how quiet the area around the university became this time of year. Where once there were parties in the streets, now there was only snow. He was skimming through the paper when he came upon a request in the classifieds for volunteers to help out at a homeless shelter not too far from where he lived. Maybe it was having watched too many versions of "A Christmas Carol" recently, but he felt the need to go do something productive with his time. If he wasn't going to be happy, maybe he could give someone else a hand. He called the number, found out where he was supposed to go and what he was supposed to do, and hung up. He found himself smiling for the first time in a long time. He read for a little while before falling asleep on the couch.
The next morning he got up, showered, and headed to the shelter. He decided to walk, as it wasn't far and there was something really magical about wandering the snowy streets when no one else was around. He was going to be going around town to drop-off points and gathering donations that had been left there; things like coats, blankets, and other non-perishables. He arrived at the shelter where an elderly woman introduced him to the people he would be working with.
All three of his fellow volunteers were also college students. The first was Dawn, a small girl who seemed to want to avoid making eye contact with anyone whenever possible. She wore baggy green overalls over a baggy, multi-colored sweater and a heavy wool cap was pulled down to her eyebrow. She had a trace of an accent, which Vic believed to be Irish. Her face was dirty, as she had shown up earlier than anyone else and had helped moved some stuff around in one of the dusty back rooms.
The next girl was Angela, a black girl who looked like she would have been more at home in a library than a shelter. She was dressed very primly in a gray sweatshirt and matching sweat pants. Her hair was pulled back in a severe bun, and she even had the little, round librarian glasses. She was very well spoken and almost radiated intelligence. Though the nature of her clothes hid her body, she seemed to be in good shape. She was also quite beautiful, in a stern sort of way.
The last member of their little crew was Jack. Jack was strikingly handsome. He had long, jet-black hair that even when in a ponytail dipped all the way to the small of his back. He had pale-blue eyes, a very pale complexion, and high cheekbones that gave him a slightly elfish look. Before putting his coat on to go outside, Vic saw that he was ripped, like those guys used in body-spray commercials. While not quite as muscular as Vic, Jack had strong shoulders and a narrow waist. He was dressed all in black, including combat boots, leather pants and a leather jacket. He also had a pierced tongue, which made Vic cringe a little when he saw it. That had to have been painful. The four of them were given a map, a list of destinations around town, and the keys to a (very) old Ford F-150 four door truck, whose color had become something of a mystery, and they were sent on their way.
That first day was awkward. There was some idle chitchat, mostly about the weather or other obvious things. They were from different worlds, and they all knew it. Only a possibly fleeting sense of altruism had brought them together that day, and none of them seemed bold enough to start up a more involved conversation. It took them the entire day to hit all their targets, having to head back to the shelter several times to unload. By the time quitting time rolled around, they were all exhausted, sore, and as dirty as Dawn had been. But Vic still felt kind of good. He hadn't thought about how sad he had been recently at all that day.
On their last haul, they arrived back at the shelter to find some kind commotion going on. Four drunken, bored, middle-aged men were screaming at an elderly man dressed in rags trying to make his way up the steps. They were yelling things like "get a job" or "ya lousy bum!" The people who worked at the shelter didn't know what to do. Vic found himself feeling something else he hadn't felt in a while. He was angry. But he knew he had to keep his cool. He was more than capable of hurting these guys, but doing so would make him no better than them. He moved quickly over to the steps.
"What seems to be the problem guys?"
They looked him over with glazed eyes. They saw his football letter-jacket and his imposing frame. Unfortunately, the bottom of a bottle can make you do rash things.
"We was just telling these fuckin' bums to get jobs. We . . . we is tired of workin' hard day in and day out just so these free-loaders can get themselves fed at the taxpayers expense."
Vic looked around. The old man who was the subjects of their taunts had finally made it to the top of the stairs, partially through the assistance of Dawn and Angela. Dawn actually looked furious, or so it would seem through the layers of soot on her face. The man was shivering and moving slowly, as if he had arthritis or something in his knees. His clothes were in shambles and he was obviously freezing. Yeah, a ‘free-loader'. The guy really had it SO easy. As the girls ushered the man in the door to safety, Vic noticed Jack was standing nearby. He was being quiet and unobtrusive, but his eyes were alert. Vic thought he was planning what to do if this got ugly, and he suddenly felt glad to have this pseudo-goth young man on his side.
"Taxpayers? You do realize this shelter is run entirely on donations? And they can barely manage to feed everybody as it is." Vic noticed that the use of logic, while often lost on people, did manage to take a lot of wind out of their sails. A few of them dispersed, still grumbling about the way things worked, but a two of them were a little more stubborn. With their intended target out of sight, they turned their taunts toward him.
"Oh, look at Mr. College-Boy, think he knows everything. Probably born with a silver spoon in his friggin' mouth. Never had to work a day in his life."
"Yeah. You think you're better than us? Just ‘cause you're helping this trash? I've got a mind to . . ."
The guy took a swing at Vic. Vic saw it coming a mile away. He almost openly sighed. He was trying to avoid this. Faster than most people could blink, he grabbed the guy's hand twisted it slightly in one direction then hard and fast in the other, causing the other man to flip over, landing face-first in the snow and in no small amount of pain. His friend grabbed a 2 x 4 from a pile that was going to be used for an addition to the shelter. Vic was getting ready to move forward and take the board away when the man dropped like a rock. Jack had quietly moved into position behind the guy and chop-blocked him in the back of the knee when things started getting out of hand. Jack sat on the guy's back, grinned at Vic and said, "So would please explain what is going to happen to them if they don't take a hike right now."
Vic grinned back. "O.k. gentlemen. I realize you are unhappy with the general economy, prevailing social policy and the sorry state of you lots in life. That man you were insulting isn't responsible for your sad lives. Neither am I," he said while twisting his man's hand to remind him who was in control, "and neither is my friend over there. Now we can do this two ways. We can call the cops and your families can come visit you in jail for Christmas or . . ."
"No cops . . . All right we'll go." Vic and Jack let them up, slowly so as to be ready for a sudden change of heart. The two men backed away slowly at first, then more quickly. "You got lucky this time. We won't forget this."
As the two men disappeared around a corner, Vic muttered, "Yeah right. You'll be lucky if you remember you names, you drunken sots."
Jack stifled a chuckle. "You really could have hurt them couldn't you?"
Vic glanced down. He didn't like having to fight, and pushing around a couple of drunks wasn't exactly something to be proud of. "Yeah, but that wouldn't have proved anything, and would have just validated their stupidity."
Jack grasped his shoulder in a proud sort of way, and the two headed up the steps. The two girls were waiting for them. Angela looked pleased at the way the whole incident had been handled, while Dawn was holding a crowbar and was apparently looking for a fight.
"Easy there tiger," said Jack. "Vic handled everything, so no need for you to go medieval on their asses."
Dawn broke out in a smile that stretched from ear to ear. At least her teeth were clean, as her smile broke the remaining tension. Even Angela started to chuckle as the four of them went inside to help get ready for the evening meal.
Once the evening crew arrived, they picked up their assignments for the next day and headed out to the parking lot. Jack was climbing into his beat-up old Jeep Wrangler, when he turned and asked, "You guys wanna go grab some coffee or something? Figure we earned it after today."
The two girls glanced at each other then at the boys. Angela was the first to respond. "Actually, that sounds great. I'm freezing and sore and really need to get off my feet. Note to self; tomorrow, wear sensible shoes."
"Sure, that sounds nice." This came ever-so-quietly from Dawn, who finally met Vic's gaze. She had the greenest eyes he had ever seen. Even if it weren't for the accent, she definitely had a stereotypical Irish feel to her. She had never taken her cap off, so he could be sure but he would bet money her hair was red, too.
"I'm up for it, but I have to go get my car. I don't live too far . . ."
"Don't worry about it. I'll give you a lift and drop you off afterward."
Vic's throat felt dry. He really wanted some company right then, but this guy was bring up all sorts of feeling he had tried to keep buried. Oh what the hell, he thought. It's only coffee. "Sure, that'll work." Vic hopped in the passenger side and they headed to an all-night restaurant.
While the day had been somewhat awkward, the evening proved to be delightful. They talked and laughed until some ungodly hour of the morning. They turned out to be quite a collection of characters.
Angela was majoring in Criminal Justice and hoped to be a lawyer. Her dad was a cop in Brooklyn and she had originally wanted to follow in his footsteps. He didn't want her getting involved in such a dangerous profession, so this was their compromise. She would fight the bad guys in the courts rather than on the streets.
Jack was double-majoring in (of all things) business and accounting. The business department was large, so it wasn't surprising he and Vic and never crossed paths before, especially since Jack had been there a year longer. Vic commented that Jack didn't seem like a number-cruncher, which caused Jack to look a little sheepish. "Yeah, the whole wearing-black-thing started as a random form of rebellion in high school. Turns out my parents didn't care what I wore. As long as I was happy, they were happy. It was frustrating! Now I've got a closet full of black clothes. Sigh."
Dawn still talked less than the others, but she began to open up a bit. She was a Psychology major. She had seen a lot about human nature she couldn't understand, and Vic was under the distinct impression that she had been the recipient of some unpleasant behavior. She was third generation Irish-American and yes, she had red hair (as well as one hell of a temper).
Eventually, Jack dropped Vic off at his apartment. The whole trip back, he kept glancing over at his new friend, and occasionally caught Jack looking back. He found himself wondering just how "alternative" Jack really was, but quickly tried to stifle such thoughts. ‘Tried' was the key word, as Jack was a really attractive guy.
The next several days flew by. The foursome got along famously, to the point where their errands didn't even seem like work. Each day, Vic felt better and better about himself; certainly better than he had in years. Every day, the all hung out together after afterward, and Jack would give Vic a ride home. The two of them would sit around his apartment. They talked about their lives, their parents, their plans for the future. Jack probably knew more about Vic than anyone else had been allowed to find out. In one of their many conversations regarding sex, Vic even acknowledged that he had questioned his sexuality. Just saying that felt cathartic, like a huge weight being lifted from his shoulders. Jack didn't even bat one of those beautiful eyes or seem bothered at all.
"I understand all too well. There are still a lot of feelings I have and things I would like to try someday. But I have one philosophy: Don't do anything you're unable to live with in the morning."
The conversation drifted to more light and fluffy topics after that, but those words lingered in Vic's head all evening. Eventually it was so late that Vic let Jack crash in his spare bedroom. Early the next morning, Vic woke up first. He peeked in to check on his guest. Jack was still very much asleep. The covers had crept down past his waist. Vic was almost awestruck by the guy's body. His skin was smooth, pale, and taut. He was lying on his stomach, but Vic could tell he didn't have much by way of excess body fat. He was sleeping in nothing but a pair of black silk boxers which rested loosely and what appeared to be a rock-hard ass. Vic closed the door and jumped in the shower. For the first time in a while, he jerked off while thinking of another guy. When he shot his load, he was amazed by the sheer volume of his stuff. He realized then just how turned on he had been. He also realized how badly he wanted to have sex with Jack.
When he got out of the shower, Jack was awake and sitting in the living room. He was still shirtless (hot damn, this guy was sexy) but had put his pants on.
"My turn," he said. "Got a spare towel?"
"Yeah, I put one next to the sink." As Vic started to turn towards the kitchen, he could have sworn Jack was checking him out. It was probably just his imagination, which was particularly active at that moment.
At the end of their shift that day, they had convened at their favorite late-night dive. Dawn, in a rare burst of initiative, suggested that they get together for Christmas.
"I'm available," piped in Angela.
"Me too," was Jack's response.
"We can have it at my place. I've got room."
Dawn meekly volunteered to cook, while Angela would bring the beer. She knew a good micro-brewery that was on the way to Vic's house. They would have to do all their shopping in one day, but they would manage. Angela and Dawn would hook up Christmas Eve and get half the stuff, while Jack and Vic would get the other half.
The next evening, the two groups went their separate ways for the evening, with a plan to get festivities started early the next morning.
It was well into the dark hours of Christmas Eve when Jack and Vic found there way back into Vic's apartment. They set about decorating the place and setting up the tree. The tree wasn't much to look at, as it was the last straggler in the lot. That was one of the reasons Vic bought it instead of continuing to look. It didn't seem to be wanted by anyone else, kind of like his motley crew.
They had food in the fridge and there were blinking lights all over the place. Jack was perched precariously on a stepladder trying to hang mistletoe from the ceiling. The ladder didn't seem too stable, so Vic moved forward to brace his friend. He put his hands on Jack's hips, and found himself face-to crotch with Jack. He found himself staring. Jack was wearing sweat pants, and Vic saw the movement of his dick brushing against the fabric. And it seemed to be stiffening up.
"We are under the mistletoe. So you can kiss it if you want!"
Vic felt himself blushing furiously. He wondered how long Jack had been watching him stare. He looked up, wondering if Jack expected him to take him seriously. Jack was biting his lower lip pensively, apparently uncertain as to how Vic would react. Vic was left with one last question: How far did he want to take this?
With one hand on each of Jack's hips, he pulled his sweat pants down to his knees. Jack's dick was amazing. It was fully erect now, a full nine inches of smooth, hard flesh. It and his scrotum were cleanly shaved. Vic wasn't even looking at his friend anymore. Just that dick. He pressed it against his face and was amazed by the heat it gave off. He wrapped one of his hands around it and he felt Jack shudder. He looked up to see Jack was still biting his lip, more in pleasant anticipation than trepidation, and his eyes were closed. Vic started pumping that gorgeous dick with one hand while copping a feel of Jack's ass with the other. His butt-cheeks were clenched, and his normally tight butt was solid muscle at that moment. Vic released his hold on Jack's dick, grabbed two handfuls of ass and placed the head in his mouth. And slowly, he started to pull Jack toward him, letting his dick slide down his throat.
It was an unusual experience. Dry and hot on its first pass down, Vic was only able to get about four to five inches in his mouth. He wrapped one hand around the root to steady it as he slid it into and out of his mouth. He was trying to remember every porn film he had ever watched. He was letting the length of his tongue drag along the shaft on every out-stroke and breathing hot, warm air on it periodically. Jack was holding onto Vic's head to steady himself. He wasn't in the safest position to be getting a blowjob, but he wasn't going to complain.
Vic managed to unbuckle his jeans with his free hand and push them down past his hips, letting his own seven-inch member out of its cage. He had never felt as hard in his life. He started stroking his own member while sucking on Jack's. His friend was pumping more quickly now, sliding more and more of his dick down Vic's throat. He had managed to shirk his shirt, letting Vic get a good view of that smooth, perfectly sculpted body. He released his own dick so he could run both hands over Jacks legs, ass, back, and finally his balls. They felt so warm and heavy in his hands.
"Vic . . . Vic, I'm gonna shoot. You might wanna . . ."
Vic wasn't sure what Jack was thinking, but he wasn't backing down now. He pulled back until only the head of Jack's dick was in his mouth. He continued gently fondling those balls while stroked the shaft with the other hand. It didn't take long before he felt the first splash on his tongue, then on the back of his throat. Cum was spurting into his mouth at a rapid rate. Finally, Jack had once last twitch and Vic pumped the last vestige of fluid from it home. He let the head of Jack's dick out of his mouth with a slight ‘pop' noise. He looked up at Jack with his mouth still open, giving him a few of a mouth full of white, sticky cum. He closed his mouth, kissed the still enormous cock in front of him, then swallowed all of the salty fluid in a single gulp. Yummy!
Vic wrapped his arms around Jack's waist and lowered him to the ground. No sooner than Jack's feet hit the ground than he wrapped his hand around Vic's still throbbing cock.
"Got any lube?"
"Bedroom . . . Nightstand."
Jack, still holding Vic's dick, led him into the bedroom. He used his free hand dig out a good sized bottle of lubricant out of a drawer, then began coating Vic's member with it. He took his time, applying a generous amount then using both hands to rub it all over Vic's dick and balls. After he felt it was suitably slick, he turned around and lay down chest first on the bed with his knees on the flood. He spread his knees, flicked his long black hair over to one side as he looked back at Vic, and reached back to pull his ass cheeks apart.
"Well, what are you waiting for?"
Vic kneeled behind him and placed the head of his dick at Jack's asshole. He savored the look of Jack's muscular back and the look of his hair cascading over one shoulder. He started pushing the head into Jack's tight asshole. He went slowly at first, letting Jack's ass accommodate his considerable girth. Jack gasped. Finally, the head was all the way in, and Jack's sphincter was gripping the shaft. Vic stopped for a moment, letting his friend relax while he himself reveled in the sensation. He had gone this way with a girl in high school, but she was nothing compared to this. This was the tightest orifice he had ever stuck his dick into. As he felt Jack's ass relax, he started sliding his dick further in, letting his balls lightly slap Jack's posterior, then slid outward again. He went slowly, savoring the pressure being exerted on his dick and the rippling of Jack's muscles as he began pushing back. Vic started ran his hands up and down the other boy's back, then return to grasping his hips. Suddenly, the phone rang.
"Answer it!"
"Wha . . .?"
"Just answer it. I kind of like the idea of you fucking me in the ass while talking on the phone. Let's see if you can concentrate."
Never one to pass up a challenge, Vic grabbed the phone. It was Angela.
"Hey, sorry to bother you, but could we just drop this stuff off tonight? I know it's kind of late, but we don't want to have to carry stuff into my place, reload it in the morning and unload again at your place."
Vic heard, " . . . sorry . . . drop stuff off tonight . . . late . . . again . . . your place," but he got the gist of it. "Sh . . . sure. Just drop it off whenever."
"Are you o.k.? You sound kind of winded."
"Oh, I'm great. Its just been a long . . ." which he emphasized by thrusting his cock all the way into Jack's asshole one more time, " . . . long day." Jack was grinning up at him, and he felt Jack's ass contract. Oh, God!
"Well, we will be over in a bit. Do you need us to pick you up anything?"
Vic was pretty much unable to respond at that moment. The pressure building in his balls had reached the critical point, his body locked up and he released his load deep into Jack's backdoor.
"Vic?"
"No. I'm good. I'm really good."
With the phone call over, he put the phone back and collapsed onto Jack's back, still buried in his friend's ass all the way to the hilt.
"That was cheating!"
"I know. But you pulled it off splendidly. So, the girls are coming over?"
"Yeah, they don't want to have to pack all that stuff twice."
"Makes sense. We should just ask them to crash in the spare bedroom, so they don't have to make another trip at all. And that way," he paused to kiss Vic's neck and nibble on his ear, "I can sleep in here."
The two rushed to clean up, occasionally becoming distracted by things that dangle. They managed to contain their smirks when the girls arrived and found them sitting innocently on the couch.
"What have you two been up to?" asked Dawn almost immediately.
"Wha . . ."
"It smells wonderful in here!"
"Oh. Oh that. We have some ready-make cookies in the stove."
They helped the girls stock up the fridge and watched as they added some decorations of their own. Vic watched them maneuver around the room. Angela was dressed in snug blue-jeans and a bright red sweater that clung to her body. This was the most casual he had ever seen her dress. She had quite a curvaceous figure, with an ample chest. She seemed relaxed somehow; less on-guard than he was used to. And Dawn! While still where her trademark overalls, at least they were clean. She was wearing a baby blue t-shirt that was cut low, revealing a bit of cleavage. And without a hat covering her head, Vic was able to verify that her hair, when clean, was a brilliant, fiery red. She was awfully cute when she came out of hiding. And the freckles! He could play connect the dots for years on her skin.
"Where has that been hiding," whispered Jack.
"You noticed too?"
"I'm bisexual, not blind."
Vic noticed that the two girls had finished and after admiring their work gave each other a big hug.
"Hey you two, you're under the mistletoe!"
Dawn blushed furiously and Angela smiled devilishly. Dawn looked up and pulled Angela's lip to her own in a very passionate kiss.
"Oh . . ." said Jack.
"My!" finished Vic. "Something tells me they've done this minus the mistletoe."
"No," chimed in Angela after disentangling herself from Dawn, who gazed up at her with a look of adoration, "this isn't new. I hope this doesn't creep you out because we really like you guys and . . ."
She was caught off as Jack leaned over and gave Vic a kiss, which Vic returned.
"Actually, this is what we were doing today!" said Vic.
Dawn giggled and, still blushing, grabbed Vic's hands and pulled him to his feet, and gave him a kiss as well. For a girl who never seemed to have much to say, she certainly was good at expressing herself.
"I dunno. Jack, what do you . . ." His question was cut off as Angela straddled Jack's lap.
"Vic, tomorrow morning, it is you and me. But tonight is Christmas Eve, and the holidays ARE about sharing, right?" He and Angela began making out on the sofa while Dawn re-established her lip-lock on Vic. Vic was surprised by his ability to unhook overalls of a girl who was pasted to him like a second skin. She broke her grip long enough to pull her shirt off and begin frantically pulling at his jeans. She was lithe and taut, with breasts that would just fill his hands. And those freckles were everywhere, from the top of her face past her neatly trimmed red bush to her toes. It was always the quiet ones!
She finally managed to get his pants down, and she grabbed his rapidly hardening rod in one delicate hand as he kicked his pants aside and removed his shirt. She smothered his cock with kisses until it felt like it was made of steel. Once it was sized to her liking, she placed one hand on either side and put the whole thing in her mouth. It was amazing! He watched as his entire shaft disappeared down her throat over and over with apparent ease. Occasionally she would stop at the root, slide her tongue out of the bottom of her mouth and tongue his balls. If he was able to, he would have to try and remember some of these techniques for Jack later. He looked over and saw Jack and Angela getting it on. They had bypassed foreplay and gone straight to the main course, with Angela straddling his lap and riding that enormous dick like a pogo-stick. He liked the contrast; a smooth, pale cock penetrating gorgeous dark flesh. Angela had quite a body herself, a lot more rounded than Dawn, but in all the right places. Her body wasn't as toned as Dawn's, but it was obvious she took care of herself. He butt was well rounded, her dark skin was flawless, and her 36-DD chest was bouncing wildly. How the hell had she kept those things hidden all this time?
He looked back down at Dawn who was sucking contentedly away. Not wanting to end this evening to soon, he pulled her off of him. Initially she looked disappointed, but her face started to glow as he gently pushed her over backward and buried his face her crotch. She grabbed a double handful of hair and prepared herself for pleasure. Her pussy was exquisite, cleanly shaved except for a streak which practically pointed to her clit. He buried his tongue in her box and began licking with reckless abandon. He made sure to work his way around the lips, mound and clit. He let his hands roam up to her chest where they started fondling her small, soft tits. She had her legs pressed against his head, but he still heard her moaning in pleasure. He felt her pull on his head, drawing him upwards. He crawled up her body until his prick encountered the heat of her pussy. She bit her lower lip, still with an impish look in her eye. He felt her legs wrap themselves around his waist, waiting. He closed his eyes and pushed into her waiting flesh. Her pussy was as greedy as her mouth had been, claiming his entire cock as its personal property.
He checked in on Angela and Jack, noticing that she was now sitting on the sofa which her legs around his head and draped over his shoulders, the recipient of oral pleasure. She was grasping her enormous breasts, pinching her own nipples. She met his gaze. "Take care of my girl, handsome!"
"Take care of her? She's going to take care of me at the rate she's going."
"Hey, I want some of that! Dawn, time to share."
Dawn, silent as ever, allowed a slight pout to cross her face.
"Don't worry," said Vic. "I've got an idea."
All parties temporarily uncoupled. He had Jack sit on the sofa while Dawn knelt in front of him, taking his nine-inch monster in her mouth. The three of them besides Dawn all looked amazed that she could fit the entire thing down her throat. It was almost as big as she was, but she took it with ease. Vic got on his back and positioned his head between her legs, continuing his licking from earlier. Finally, Angela sank slowly onto his dick and began to ride him. She leaned forward and began showering Dawn's ass with kisses as Vic ate her out.
Vic was in heaven. He was surrounded by flesh, but unlike previous sexual encounters, he actually cared about these people. Each was giving of themselves everything they had to each other. He heard Dawn slurping away at Jack's mammoth rod while Angela's talented pussy worked miracles on Vic's cock. Then Dawn, much to everyone's surprise, actually spoke a suggestion.
"I want to see you guys fuck each other. That would be so hot!"
"Well, the little devil has a tongue after all," said Jack. "Vic, up on the couch."
Vic took a couple more licks at Dawn's mound, then pulled himself up to the couch. Jack presented his back to Vic, reached down and grasped Vic's shoulders then lowered himself onto his friends waiting cock which still glistened with Angela's juices. Vic was overjoyed at the now familiar sensation of Jack's ass grasping at his dick. Dawn practically squealed when Vic's cock disappeared into Jack's backside. Since Jack's rod was sticking out like a flagpole, the two girls took turns sucking on it and jerking it off. Once, Dawn stood up and positioned that mighty slab of meat at the entrance to her pussy then slid backward. She maintained her footing, letting Jack slide into her whenever he bounce up on Vic's dick.
"Oh shit," he said at last. "I don't think I can last much longer!"
Angela whispered something into her ear, and Dawn stepped away. Angela, without causing Vic to miss a beat, placed her massive breasts on either side of Jack's bouncing cock. Dawn stood behind her, reaching down and pushing Angela's breasts together tightly around his cock. Angela just slid her hands up and down Dawn's muscular legs, letting the other girl and Jack do all the work. Jack, for his part, was moaning in ecstacy now, his dick in the grip of Angela's titanic tits and Vic's thick cock pummeling his ass.
Vic was at the end of his rope. He arched his back leaving his dick completely in his friend's posterior, and shot his load in that tight ass for the second time that day. That was all the incentive Jack needed and feeling Vic's cum erupt deep within him, he shot his own load which rocketed up out of Angela's cleavage and spread all over his own chest. The two girls began licking his sticky stuff off of him. Jack just collapsed on top of Vic, who in turn started sucking on his neck.
Not wanting anyone to be left out, the guys placed the girls on the sofa and started eating their cunts for all they were worth. Vic worked on Angela's pussy while Jack ate Dawn. Vic thought Angela's pussy was even more beautiful than Dawns. It was perfectly shaved, pink on the inside while dark on the outside, and swollen to its limits. He looked over at Jack. "I'll make mine cum before you make yours!" And with a grin from Jack, the race was on. Both lapped at their respective girls maniacally. The girls' moanings filled the air. Vic concentrated on the clit and mound while Jack brought his fingers into play, finger Dawn's asshole and pussy. Not to be outdone, Vic slowly inserted one thumb into Angela's asshole while sucking both of her pussy-lips into his mouth. That was the last straw. Her legs clenched his head like they were a vice.
"I'm COMING!" And cum she did. He lapped all he could, but it was like a damn had broken. Dawn was not far behind her. He looked over and saw every muscle in her body seize up and then unleash a torrent of her own. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open in an "O" shape, but all sound seemed to have escaped her. Finally, both girls relaxed and fell back to the couch. The guys joined them, turning the sofa in tangle of flesh. There was a lot of fondling and nuzzling, but no speaking. None of them seemed to need to say anything.
After a while, the girls retired to the spare bedroom while Jack and Vic went to Vic's bedroom. They crawled under the sheets, but before going to sleep, Jack kissed Vic one last time. The quarterback responded in kind. The kiss seemed to say what Jack had needed to hear; everything was going to be o.k. They fell asleep, Jack's head on Vic's chest.
Vic woke up first the next morning. He looked out the window and saw a light snow falling. He stood up and opened the curtains all the way. The soft light flooded the room. He looked back and saw a gorgeous young man in his bed. The sheets were pulled down to Jack's waist, revealing that smooth, chiseled chest and abdomen. Vic sat down next to him on the bed. He was still sleeping. Vic pulled the covers all the way off the bed, leaving Jack completely exposed. Vic noticed his friend was sporting some enormous morning wood. He traced Jack's cock with one finger, enjoying the heat and hardness of it. He got a bottle of lube and placed it on the nightstand. He would need it later, but for the moment he just grasped Jack's shaft and placed the head in his mouth. He sucked on it gently at first, then slid a little more in his mouth. He tried to relax his throat like Dawn had done, and he managed to slide a little more into his mouth than he had yesterday. He knew he would probably never be able to deep-throat all nine inches, but he was getting better. He gently fondled Jack's balls while stroking all of the cock that he couldn't fit into his mouth.
"Well, merry Christmas to you too!" Jack apparently had finally woken up. "Now I could get used to waking up like this."
"We'll see what we can do. But since you're awake . . ." Vic grabbed the lube and smeared in generously onto Jack's dick. He rubbed it in, then straddled Jack's midsection.
"Are you ready for this?"
Vic smiled. "Shut up and fuck me!"
"Now that's the Christmas spirit!" He ran the head of his dick up and down Vic's butt crack until it came to a rest at Vic's virgin asshole.
Vic slowly pushed backward, feeling his sphincter spread. At first, it was agony, but Vic knew it would be. He waited for what seemed like forever, but his sphincter muscles finally relaxed enough so that he could slide the head all the way in. Once the head was in, the pleasure began to set in. Vic knew that the area around the asshole was sensitive, but he never knew how sensitive until then. He felt his backside constrict and loosen as Jack's enormous cock slid in and out. The pleasure was as intense as any he had ever experienced. Jack, meanwhile, had grabbed Vic's dick and was stroking it. Vic knew it wouldn't be long. The feeling of Jack's dick in his ass and hand on his cock was too much.
"No. Too soon!"
"Let it go!" said Jack. "There will be plenty of times to repeat. Just cum all over me!"
With that, Vic let it loose. He sunk down onto Jack's cock and stayed there. Jack stepped up the pace on stroking Vic's member. Vic's ass muscles clamped down and he felt his balls contract. He started shooting his load by the bucket. The first splatter landed on Vic's chest, while the second wave landed solidly on his face. Jack began licking his friend's salty residue off his lips. Apparently, the pressure exerted by Vic's ass was too much, and Vic felt Jack release his hot cum deep into his ass. He enjoyed the feeling of Jack's enormous cock pumping gallons of sticky stuff deep inside him. They remained in that position for several minutes before Vic collapsed next to his friend.
They lay there, two incredibly handsome young men in a strangely tender embrace. They heard muffled sounds coming from the bedroom next door.
"It would seem," said Jack, "that we aren't the only ones feeling a tad amorous this morning."
Vic smiled. "Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas!" was the only reply as together, they watched the snow continue to fall.
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