Him for the Holidays

by Jaxx Steele

  “Don?”

  He popped his eyes open and looked into his sister’s smiling face. “Huh?”

  “Where were you?” she asked with a laugh in her voice.

  “Huh? What are you talking about?”

  “I was sitting here talking to you and you zoned out on me with a goofy smile on your face then closed your eyes.”

  “I did? Oh, sorry,” he said and continued eating.

  Andie raised a questioning eyebrow as she looked at him. “Uh-huh. Look, I told Mom I would pop in and make sure you had food and something to drink. You’ll have the whole house to yourself. Try to stay and watch some television or a DVD.”

  “What time is Mom coming back?” he asked.

  “Not until later tonight. Her movie doesn’t even start until ten o’clock.” She stood and kissed the top of his head. “Do something other than sleep the day away, okay?” She paused for a moment then burst into laughter. “I made a rhyme.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Donald said, saluting her as she walked out of the room.

  Once he had finished eating, Donald shuffled to the bathroom, showered then slipped under his covers where he quickly passed out.

  The hands that slid over his legs were large and strong. They massaged his calves up to his thighs. Light kisses soon followed, taking the place of fingers. Goosebumps rose over his heated skin as he stretched, enjoying the sensual touch. The man worked his hands and mouth together, exciting Donald greatly. Donald’s cock throbbed almost painfully between his stomach and the bed.

  Fingers pressed against Donald’s inner thighs, urging him to open his legs, and he complied. Beard stubble scratched against his leg when someone’s cheeks brushed against them. A nose nuzzled his sac as soft hair fell over his ass. Donald heard a moan that was not his own as the man sniffed him. The sound made Donald tremble. The undeniable feeling of a tongue lapped between his butt cheeks, a shiver of delight racing up his spine. Hands spread his ass, making it easier to tease the puckered hole hidden within. The unyielding tongue gave him more sensation than he’d ever experienced before.

  Donald screamed his elation into the pillow. He shook all over. The licking increased and his mind exploded. He rocked back and forth, humping the bed. Occasional licks reached his balls. He had no idea what just happened to him. The bed wasn’t wet under him, but it felt even better than coming did. The experience reduced him to a quivering pile of pure sensation.

  His dreams had been so much better since he’d met Trevor. The blissful feelings rose in him again. His erection rested against his belly. He was going to come any moment for sure. The notion sent a thrill up his spine, bringing him even closer to release.

  Donald had always seen the men who made love to him in his dreams. Each one was more handsome than the last. This dream was far better than any others he’d had. He wanted to see this man too. His mystery lover continued the delicious assault on his hole.

  If I turn over will I wake up?

  Almost reluctantly, he pushed his lover’s face from his ass and flipped himself over. Donald rose onto his elbows. He palmed the man’s head to see if he could glimpse his face, but couldn’t. The room was too dark. Only a small bit of lamplight came in from the window and it shone in Donald’s eyes. When he released the man’s head, the molten heat of his wet mouth swallowed Donald’s dick in one gulp. His tongue swirled around Donald’s cock head. Donald screamed his joy to the four walls.

  He fell back against his pillow. It had been so long since he had felt someone sucking his dick that he knew he wouldn’t last long with such a vivid dream. His lover flicked his tongue around Donald’s engorged flesh with each luxurious swallow, bobbing his head up and down on Donald’s length over and over. Finally, his skilled mouth pulled the cum from Donald’s balls and a cry of euphoric completion from his soul.

  Donald hollered and bucked in ecstasy as his cum shot down his dream lover’s throat. The lips pulled on his softening head, sucking lovingly, catching every drop that he offered. He sighed dreamily when his normal breathing returned.

  “That was the best dream I’ve ever had,” he said into the darkness.

  “Would you be angry if you found out it was not a dream?” a soft male voice asked him.

  Donald gasped and his eyes snapped open. He pushed himself up on his elbows, but the man moved up his body, pressing him back down.

  “Trevor!” he breathed out. “Oh, my God! What the hell are you doing? What are you doing here?” he asked in an urgent rush.

  “Don’t be angry with me, Donny. I—I just wanted to be with you. I had the opportunity and I jumped at it.”

  “How did you get in here?”

  “Does it matter? I just wanted you to feel good. I understand what you said about you just visiting, but you’re here now, so I see no reason why we can’t—you know—enjoy each other’s company. Would that be so bad?”

  Donald’s mind raced. Trevor is my mystery lover? How the hell can it be Trevor?

  “Didn’t I make you feel good?” he whispered against Donald’s lips.

  His own scent was strong on Trevor’s breath as he brushed his mouth across Donald’s nose to leave a soft kiss. The incredible sensations still resonating on his skin increased. Now that he knew the magnificent orgasm he had just felt was not a dream and actually Trevor, Donald wanted him even more.

  “Yes, it was amazing. Unlike anything I have ever felt,” he answered.

  Trevor smiled. “I’m glad. Before I go, will you allow me to make you feel good again?”

  “Trevor, I—”

  Trevor stopped his protest with a kiss that rekindled the fire in Donald’s loins. Each one of Trevor’s kisses was accompanied by a shaky groan. Despite the mind-blowing orgasm Trevor had just given him, Donald’s cock lengthened once more.

  “Please, Donny, I want to,” Trevor whispered when he broke their connection.

  Donny.

  That wasn’t the first time Trevor had called him that. Trevor had already given him a pet name. No one ever had before. I like it!

  Donald nodded vigorously, panting his words. “Yes, yes, do it. Whatever you want.”

  Trevor kissed him again then reached underneath his waist and flipped Donald over, reversing their positions in a quick, smooth movement. Donald’s eyes widened as he looked down into Trevor’s face.

  “I want you to fuck me.”

  An electrical jolt of pleasure shot through Donald’s nervous system at Trevor’s carnal words. “What? Trevor, you—”

  Trevor touched his lips. “Don’t talk. I want this. Please, just fuck me.”

  Although the request sent another surge of pleasure coursing through Donald’s blood, he still hesitated.

  “You don’t need to be gentle with me, either,” Trevor explained. “If this is to be the only time we are together like this, I want to be able to feel you for the next few days. The pain will leave faster than the memory of you being inside me.”

  Not waiting for an answer, Trevor pushed Donald back to sit on his haunches. He wiggled out of his pants then turned over, offering his ass to Donald. Donald glided his hand across the rounded cheeks presented to him. It had literally been years since he’d had sex with anyone and he found it difficult to refuse the offer.

  Donald fished beneath his pillow to retrieve his lube. After slathering his dick, he tossed the tube to the floor and rose to his knees. He gripped his cock, poking it between the firm cheeks. Donald pushed a few times against the barrier, pressing deeper with each thrust. The pressure around his shaft from the tight muscles made goosebumps rise on his skin. Finally, he buried his cock to the hilt in Trevor’s ass. Trevor’s moan mixed with his. The blissful feelings washed over him from head to toe. He told himself he was giving Trevor a chance to accommodate himself to the intrusion in his hole, but he was afraid that if he moved he would come embarrassingly quickly.

  Donald pressed into him slowly at first, but the rise of pleasure made him speed up. His balls drew tighter in antici
pation as their bodies made erotic slapping noises against Trevor’s butt. Trevor’s whimpers of joy filled the room and Donald sent his cries up to blend with them. The enjoyment of being inside Trevor overwhelmed Donald.

  “God! Donny, don’t stop!”

  Trevor’s verbal encouragement spurred Donald on. His thrusts grew faster and faster. Caught on a wave to orgasmic bliss, Donald had no choice but to ride it to completion. He pounded into his lover even harder, digging his fingers deep into Trevor’s hips.

  Trevor matched his movements, raising his hips back, his ass swallowing Donald’s length each time.

  “Donny, I want you to come in my ass. Do it. Come for me.”

  Trevor’s words sent waves of heat rolling over Donald’s body. His orgasm would be explosive. He knew it and wanted it. His body ached for it. The fact that Trevor wanted it to happen too took him over the edge. His climax swept over him and he locked his limbs in a forward position. A cry of pure bliss rose from deep inside his soul and drained him fully. Soaking wet from his efforts, he fell forward onto Trevor’s back, his breathing harsh and raspy.

  “You were incredible, Donny.”

  “No, Trevor, you—”

  Donald shifted his hips to slide out of Trevor’s body. Trevor lowered their bodies to the bed and rolled Donald off him. He snuggled up behind Donald and pulled him into his arms.

  “Go to sleep, baby,” Trevor said, leaving a kiss on his cheek.

  Donald nodded. He had so many questions. There was so much he wanted to say to Trevor, but his brain and body were in harmony with one thing in mind. Trevor’s closeness felt right and lulled him into a peaceful sleep.

  Chapter Four

  Donald woke alone. He looked around, running his hand over his face.

  Was Trevor really here? Was it all a dream?

  He fell back against his pillow and looked out of the window. Each cloudbank was darker than the next. He couldn’t see any signs that the sun’s rays would burst through the snow. He had been working so much he didn’t even know what day it was. Donald mentally went over everything he thought he knew then flipped the covers back. After a shower, he dressed quickly, grabbed his coat and stepped into his boots, then ran past his mother, leaving a peck on her cheek as he went by. He hurried down the shortcut between the houses, moving as fast as he could through the deep snow. When he entered the store, Mr. Brent greeted him from behind the register.

  “Hi, Donald, how are you? Is it cold enough for you?” he asked and laughed at his own joke.

  “Hi, Mr. Brent, I’m fine,” he said. “I was just looking for Trevor. Is he here today?”

  “Oh, yeah, he’s in his office in the back,” Mr. Brent answered, thumbing him in the right direction. “He’s on lunch.”

  “Hmm, is it okay if I go back there? I just want to ask a quick question.”

  “Is it anything I can help you with?”

  He looked the old man over and almost laughed at the thought of Mr. Brent doing for him what he wanted Trevor to do. “No, sir, just Trevor.”

  “Well, he doesn’t usually like to be disturbed when he’s doing the paperwork.” Mr. Brent scratched his scruffy face. “But I don’t think a quick question can hurt. Go ahead.”

  “Thanks.”

  Now I can get to the bottom of this. He knocked on the door.

  “Yeah, who is it?”

  “Trevor, it’s me, Donald. Can I come in?”

  A short pause followed before the answer came. “Yes. Come in.”

  He swung the door open and his jaw dropped. “Wha—?”

  “Come in, Donald. Close the door.”

  He did as he was told. Naked from the waist down, Trevor sat at his desk with the chair pushed all the way back against the wall. Donald openly gaped at him, getting a good look at Trevor in the light. He was beautiful. Hair dusted his long, muscular legs—the same legs that had hung off the side of Donald’s bed last night.

  Trevor gripped his slender cock, sliding his hand over his long shaft then the full head. The pleasure he brought himself with his movements etched enjoyment on his face. The memories of that hand making Donald’s own cock feel good came crashing back to the forefront of Donald’s mind. He watched, entranced, as Trevor used slow, smooth strokes to drag his hand over the skin of his shaft. Donald’s cock hardened in anticipation.

  “Do…? Do you always take a little hiatus like this at lunchtime?” Donald asked, trying to sound casual.

  Trevor smiled. “I didn’t until recently.”

  “Wh…why is that?”

  “I’ve been doing this since the first day I saw you in the store. I would close my eyes and pretend it was you. Today was different, though. As I sat in here thinking about you, my ass started to throb and I remembered you inside me. I’ve been fighting the urge to do this as I did my work, but when you knocked I took it as a sign. The next thing I knew, my dick was in my hand and my pants on the floor,” he added as his grin widened.

  “So I wasn’t dreaming? You were in my house last night?”

  Trevor nodded, continuing to stroke his dick leisurely. The visual made Donald’s cock throb. Maybe Trevor was right. Just because Donald couldn’t stay didn’t mean they couldn’t be friends. That type of relationship was not foreign to him. Trevor had given him so much without asking anything from him in return. The least Donald could do was return the favor.

  He pushed himself off the door and walked over to Trevor. He kneeled before him, putting his hand over Trevor’s. Donald lowered his mouth over his lover’s impressive cock before Trevor had a chance to say a word. Trevor moved his hand away and let out a shuddering moan. Over and over, Donald covered Trevor’s shaft with his mouth, playing the tip with his tongue and fondling his balls. Trevor’s body trembled in the chair. Donald continued his onslaught of pleasurable sucking and licking.

  “Oh God, Donny.” He moaned. “You have no idea how—”

  Donald pulled his mouth free for a moment. “Shh, no talking.”

  “Okay, okay, but wait. I don’t have as much control as you do,” he warned breathlessly.

  “So? Who says you need to exercise control?” He breathed against the cock that lingered against his lips.

  Another moan left Trevor.

  The erotic sounds emboldened Donald. Knowing that he could make someone feel so good excited him. Trevor trembled beneath him and Donald smiled to himself. He attacked Trevor’s cock with fervor—sucking, licking, tasting. Donald loved every minute of having Trevor’s cock in his mouth. The velvety smooth texture and the salty, musky taste of him were better than any man he’d ever had. He looked up to see if Trevor was enjoying the act as much as he was. Trevor had pulled his bottom lip into his mouth seemingly to muffle his blissful noises. Though Donald could see his teeth pressing into his flesh, Trevor’s moans reached his ears. He kept sucking.

  “Ah, shit!”

  Trevor sat straight up and grabbed the back of Donald’s head. He held Donald in place as hot cum spurted in Donald’s mouth. Trevor collapsed back into the chair. Donald sucked the tip of his lover’s dick gently until his breathing returned to normal.

  “Are you all right?” he asked.

  Trevor chuckled and touched his mouth. “Besides a busted lip, I’m fantastic,” he said with a smile.

  “I wanted to thank you for last night.”

  “Wow, that’s how you thank someone? I’ll have to do things for you more often,” Trevor said, planting a kiss on top of his forehead.

  Donald shook his head. “No, not someone. Just you,” he corrected.

  Trevor caressed his face and lowered a tender kiss onto his lips. “I’m sorry. You did that for me. I appreciate it and thank you.”

  Donald stood and pulled Trevor to his feet. “I should go. You have to get back to work.”

  “Yes, I do, but I think I can make it through the day now,” Trevor teased. “I really need some lunch now.”

  “Yeah, I bet.” Donald laughed.

  Trevor dressed him
self then brought Donald’s hands to his lips. “Let me come to you tonight. I have to see you again.”

  Donald hesitated. Trevor leaned forward so their foreheads touched. He kissed Donald’s knuckles softly then slid one of Donald’s fingers into his mouth, sucking gently. “Please, I have to be with you.”

  He nodded. “Okay, come to my window tonight, but you have to come late after my mother is already in bed. I don’t want to freak her out with your presence.”

  “Whatever you say,” Trevor agreed.

  Donald turned to leave, but paused at the door. “By the way, how did you get in last night?”

  He flashed Donald his beautiful smile again. “I’ll see you tonight.”

  * * * *

  Donald counted the hours and the minutes, as they seemed to drag by. When his mother finally went off to bed, he hurried to his room. He stared out of the window, waiting impatiently for Trevor to come, then flung the window open when he came into view.

  “I had no idea it was going to be this cold tonight. I’m so sorry,” Donald said, pulling him through the window. Once he had Trevor safely inside, he chuckled. “I feel like a kid sneaking my boyfriend in the house.”

  Trevor laughed with him. “Well, I feel like I’m breaking and entering.”

  Donald helped him with his coat. “We’re just being a little secretive, not breaking the law.”

  “Yeah. Speaking of being secretive, Donny, I have something to tell you.”

  “No, you don’t. I know what you’re going to say.”

  Trevor’s eyes went wide in the dim light of the room. “You do?”

  “Of course and you were right.” Donald hung the coat in his closet. “There’s nothing wrong with two consenting adults wanting to take advantage of each other’s time. I mean, just because I live far away doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy each other now. I have no problem still being friends even after I go home, if you don’t. If we want to hook up when I come home again, we can talk about it then, right?” he said, standing before him.

  “Yes, I agree with all that, but that’s not what I was going to say. I need to tell you—”