by Heidi Champa
“I know what you said at the house, but you’re wrong. I don’t care how much money you have, or where you live, or what happened to you before. I just want to know you, to see if this thing between us is as real as it feels to me. All I want or need from you is a chance.”
“Gary, I—”
He interrupted me with a kiss, his hand resting heavily on the back of my neck. Instead of pulling away, I let him kiss me. More than that, I kissed Gary back. We parted, both panting and staring at each other. I ran my thumb over his bottom lip, unable to stop touching him.
“I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything for Christmas, Gary.”
“Oh, I could think of something you could give me.”
He pulled me up off the couch, leading me toward the tiny hallway that led to the bedroom.
“You sure about this, Gary?”
“I’ve been sure. Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Sorry it took me so long to get here.”
We discarded our clothing as quickly as we could, not taking the time to worry about where it landed. He pulled me onto my messy bed, ignoring the crappy furniture that dominated the room. We just lay kissing for long minutes, enjoying getting to know each other, touching each other everywhere we could reach. His mouth started to move down my body, heading towards my hard cock. But I stopped him.
“Gary, I haven’t been with anyone in a while.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle with you.”
He ran his tongue down my torso, easing over my trembling stomach. His hands were in mine, our fingers twined together as he continued kissing my body. My boxers were still on, and Gary started to pull them slowly down my hips. I pinched my eyes shut, petrified of what he might think of my body. When I heard a tiny gasp escape his mouth, I looked down to see him admiring me, my cock hardening under his steely gaze.
He smiled up at me, his face illuminated by the Christmas lights outside my window. His hands gripped my hips, his tongue slowly tracing the ridge of the glans, taking time to explore every part of me. I dug my head back into the pillow, moaning quietly as his mouth sealed around my cock.
I twitched and jerked as he swept his tongue over the ridge under the head of my cock. His tongue swirled around me once, twice, before he slid his mouth all the way down. I could feel the blood racing under my skin and my muscles tightening as he sucked me off. My moans got louder, his name leaving my mouth over and over again. I pushed and pulled him, trying to move his mouth faster over me, but he kept up his painfully slow pace. Pulling himself up, our mouths were back together as he slid onto the bed next to me.
My hands started fumbling with the nightstand drawer next to us, searching for protection. In that moment, I hesitated. Gary just stared at me expectantly, his hand moving up and down his hard cock, waiting for me. I don’t know where I found the voice.
“You sure about this? This is your last chance to back out, Gary.”
“Not a chance, Kevin. I want you to make love to me. Please.”
I kissed him hard one last time before rolling him toward the wall, so his back was facing me. I let my hands run down his back, feeling the heat coming off his skin. I paused, letting my fingers wander over his hip, before reaching over to touch his cock. I moved my other hand down to his ass, my finger gently easing his cheeks apart. After I opened the lube, he gasped when he felt the cool wetness of my finger pressing against his ass. He tensed up, but I felt him relax as I planted kisses across his neck and back. I ran my teeth gently over his earlobe, pulling and sucking it into my mouth. At that moment, he let me inside, my finger gently pushing into his ass.
I was patient, not wanting to hurt Gary as I eased in and out of him.
“Is it okay if I use another finger?”
“Yeah, I want more. God, Kevin, you’re killing me.”
One finger became two, and slowly he relaxed into my thrusting fingers. I could hear his ragged breath, and I watched him push back against my hand.
“Fuck me, Kevin. I want you inside me.”
Reluctantly, I pulled my fingers out of his ass and took my hand from his cock to grab the condom, tearing it with my teeth. He looked at me over his shoulder, watching me slide the latex over my hard cock. His lips curled into a smile before I leaned over to kiss him deeply.
I moaned into his mouth as he opened up to me, just the tip of my dick filling his ass. I stopped, his mouth releasing mine just in time to let a cry of pleasure come out. I pushed a little deeper, easing gently forward as Gary moaned my name this time. I gasped when the pressure gave way, and I slid all the way inside him. I couldn’t move. I just stayed still, enjoying the feeling of him wrapped around my cock.
“Gary, oh God, Gary. You feel so damn good.”
“So do you, Kevin.”
In those few moments before I started moving again, I felt myself grow inside Gary. Not wanting to wait another second, he eased away from me, my cock sliding easily inside him. I fucked him slow and hard, my hand stroking him in time to my thrusts. The feeling was so intense—nothing else could get through. My body pressed full against his back as I spooned behind him.
As I felt every inch of Gary’s body riding against me, I lost all control as my body start to tumble over the edge. I fucked him faster, and I felt his come shoot into my waiting hand, the hot sticky liquid filling my fist.
With a fierce series of thrusts, I came too, my cock squirming inside him as I bit into his neck.
Pulling away, I rolled onto my back, not sure of what to do next. Sex had never been so amazing. I closed my eyes, trying in vain to hold off the emotions that were bubbling to the surface. But I couldn’t. I turned to Gary, not knowing what to say. There didn’t seem to be any right words, anything profound enough to sum up what I was feeling. All I could do was kiss him. I could feel his heart pounding just like mine was. Gary broke the silence, killing the last bit of tension that lay between us.
“So, you missed a spot in the master bedroom. I think you should come up and fix it. It’s toward the floor, so you might have to get on your knees.”
“If you insist. After all, the customer is always right.”
“Merry Christmas, Kevin.”
“You too, Gary.”
* * *
Tim pretended to be angry, but I knew he wasn’t. I knew he was lying when he said he was thrilled to be rid of me. He pretended to be miffed when I gave him my two weeks’ notice. But I had no choice—my school schedule left me no time. It turned out Gary was right; I was smarter than I thought. With a partial scholarship and a loan from Tim, I was able to start classes in the fall. I still painted occasionally. Gary liked to change things a lot. I’d painted our bathroom at least five times since I moved in. But wouldn’t you know it? Every time I did, I seemed to miss a spot. How careless of me!
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About the Author
Heidi Champa is a typical last-born child. Snarky, attention-seeking, and rebellious, she started to create dirty stories to keep herself out of real trouble. Having tried her hand at a million terrible jobs, she bought herself a laptop and finally started typing up those handwritten tales. After much deliberation, she started to let other people read her work. The rest, as they say, is history.
In addition to her flair with the written word, she knows every sentence of the movie Clue by heart and bakes a mean Funny Cake. When she is not writing, she can be found reading, hiking, or filling her iPod with more music. Her life has taken her all over the world, but a piece of her heart will always be in Australia. She currently lives in Pennsylvania with her husband. Her greatest wish is that her sarcasm would translate better in the written form.
Visit Heidi’s web site at http://heidichampa.blogspot.com.
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Holiday History ©Heidi Champa, 2009
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