Naughty Boys

by Ashley Ladd

  Pictures of naked and men and women pleasuring themselves or one another, even having intercourse, adorned several box covers. It was all he could do not to rub his erection or wiggle around in his pants.

  His breathing grew hot and heavy as he imagined giving such pleasure to Drew, taking him to the heavens and above, and a brilliant thought flowered in his mind. Why not shower Drew with sex toys? It was all top secret, but if Drew responded positively, Ryan could unveil himself at the Christmas party. If not, oh well. It would still be secret.

  He almost came at the idea, so he bought a vibrator and cock ring for himself, too. After counting how many days remained to the official gift exchange, he purchased enough sex toys to give one to Drew for each day left of the exchange. He prayed he'd get to play with them with Drew. Meanwhile, his cock was throbbing at the thought of Drew naked, sticking the vibrator in his ass. Man, but he was jealous of that damned vibrator. It should be his cock screwing Drew's cute tush. Soon, if the spirits of Christmas smiled on him, he hoped it would be.

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  Chapter Two

  Drew walked on clouds, more than he'd done any previous Christmas. In a super mood, he'd baked cookies and fudge three evenings straight so he could fill the office with Christmas cheer. He also loved the scent of freshly baked cookies permeating his apartment. He baked all the traditional ones his mom always did: sugar cookies, gingerbread men, and shortbread. But he also experimented with several new recipes he'd found on the Internet. He couldn't resist licking the cookie dough from the bowl after each batch as he was doing now, and he vowed to go on a diet January second.

  He hummed to the Christmas music playing on his radio as visions of Ryan danced in his head. He'd put out a few subtle inquiries, but no one knew much about the other man as he kept his private life to himself.

  That night he dreamed of Ryan and kissed him at least a thousand times. Not only did he ravish his lips but he kissed and licked every inch of Ryan especially his sweet cock. He took its hard length to the back of his throat. He sucked the scrotum into his mouth as Ryan bucked against him and twisted around, ramming his cock into Drew's mouth.

  Ryan wound his fingers through Drew's hair and pulled tight, holding him captive. “Oh, God. Here I come. Suck me hard. Don't stop. It feels so fucking good."

  Drew had no intention of stopping. He loved the taste of Ryan's cock. He was already addicted and so intoxicated, he was hungry for more. For so long, he'd been famished when it came to love and romance, sex and intimacy, that he cherished every precious moment.

  When Ryan stopped humping his mouth, Drew greedily swallowed the last of his cum and licked his lips, savouring his tangy flavour. “My turn. Roll over."

  With a saucy grin, Ryan turned over and wiggled his ass. “Ride me cowboy. Ride me hard."

  Like he had to ask? Drew mounted his stud and drew the tip of his penis down the crack of his ass. Then he massaged Ryan's ass, delighting in how curvy and sexy it was. Slowly, he worked the head of his penis in and pumped, driving in a little further with each thrust until Ryan's ass swallowed the length of his cock.

  He'd never been inside such a tight ass. He'd never felt this close to Lonnie. He'd never come closer to heaven. He never wanted this bliss to end.

  Shudders racked his body as rapture over came him. The earth quaked, and he flung back his head and howled his ecstasy.

  Beneath him, Ryan writhed and impaled himself on Drew's cock, and then he, too, screamed his elation. Ryan's cum squirted on the bed, thick and creamy. “I'm coming, too! Oh, it's awesome. You're awesome."

  Drew awoke happy and hopeful, remembering bits and pieces of his erotic dream. He couldn't stop whistling or get the jauntiness out of his step but despite that he was a little bit scared that he was setting himself up for a fall if Ryan wasn't interested. Still he couldn't wipe the joyful grin off his lips as he entered work carrying his stash of treats.

  "More cookies everyone. Dig in,” he called as he set them out in the common area for his co-workers to enjoy.

  As several people snatched a cookie or two and smiled brightly as they bit into his creations, his heart sang. He loved making people happy. He loved being Santa's helper.

  Again, a cheerfully decorated package dominated his desk, and his toes curled. He couldn't wait to see what Santa had brought for him today.

  Like a child, he tore off the wrappings, not caring that the paper and ribbon littered the floor. But when he lifted the top off the box, his eyes widened, and he couldn't believe what they were telling him.

  Gasping, he slammed the top down and quickly checked the office to see if any nosy souls were spying on him. He looked right, then left, then right again. No one appeared to be looking his way or care what he was up to.

  So he closed his door and then took another peek. His eyes hadn't deceived him. It was a cock ring. Not just any cock ring but one with a mother of pearl stripe.

  His dick tingled at the thought that Ryan had bestowed such a gift on him. But then the tingles faded when he wondered if it could have been Angie or someone else. His heart was set on Ryan.

  As if he'd conjured her, Angie knocked on the door and without invitation, stuck in her head. “What's up? Why'd you close yourself in?"

  Then her gaze alighted on the gift and a smile lit up her face. “Ooh! You got another gift? What is it?” She skipped over to him and grabbed for the gift.

  Just in time, he snatched it out of her reach. He'd be mortified if she saw it and knew he had to lock it up in his trunk for safekeeping and peace of mind. “Sorry, it's private today."

  "Let me guess.” She looked to the ceiling and tapped her finger against her chin. “I bet it's something naughty."

  He gulped. How'd she know? Unless she was his Secret Santa. He prayed not. Still hoping she wasn't, he asked, “What makes you think that?"

  "Just the way you're blushing. And if it's not naughty, why won't you let me see?"

  He racked his brain for a plausible lie. Finally, he said, “Maybe I don't want to share."

  "Grinch.” She stuck out her tongue.

  Screwing up his lips he pointed to the swiftly dwindling Christmas cookies in the middle of the department. He folded his arms over his chest. “Well, I like that! I brought ten dozen cookies yesterday and today each."

  She had the grace to look abashed and stare at her feet. Wringing her hands in her lap, she murmured, “I'm sorry."

  "Apology accepted.” He tucked his gift under his arm, grabbed his car keys and stood. “I'll be back in a jiffy. I just have to put something in the car."

  Without awaiting her reply, he sauntered past her. On a whim, he took a detour by the Creative Department hoping to catch a glimpse of Ryan.

  They collided coming around a corner and Drew dropped his box which spilled open. His heart in his throat, Drew scrambled to hide his gift.

  A crooked grin curved Ryan's cheek and a dimple popped out. Mischief flitted across his eyes. “I never saw anyone have one of those in the office before."

  Drew had no clue how to respond and cleared the frog from his throat. “I, um. I..."

  He kicked himself for being so eloquent. No wonder he'd had no boyfriends since Lonnie. He silently asked Santa for an eloquent tongue.

  Ryan clapped him on the shoulder and winked. “I won't tell. Your secret's safe."

  Drew blinked several times as he stared covertly at the object of his affection. Just what did the other man mean, he wondered? Did Ryan know he was gay? Did he want him to or not?

  His heart shouted, “Yes! I want Ryan to know I'm gay.” But the more conservative part whispered, “No. It's too dangerous. I have to hide my secret."

  Mentally, he shook his head. He sifted through his rampant emotions and the best he could come up with was that he wanted Ryan to know only if he was hot for him, too.

  Unfortunately, he couldn't tell by the other man's reaction. He sought for something witty to say, for an eloquent way to find out if
Ryan was his secret Santa or gay. He settled for, “Are you okay? I didn't mean to bump into you."

  Ryan's grin turned up several notches until the heat was almost too much for Drew to bear. “You can bump into me any time."

  Drew almost swallowed his tongue. This had to mean Ryan was gay. He started to say, “Likewise,” when Angie waltzed between them and stopped.

  Her gaze pinpointed the box in Drew's hands. “You're an awfully long way from your car, sugar.” With a bump and a grind of her hips, she pivoted on her Pradas and flounced down the hall.

  Drew bit back a groan. Had the woman followed him? Or did he just have phenomenally bad luck?

  When he turned around, Ryan was escaping into his office.

  "Damn!” He wanted to follow, but what would he say? “Are you my Secret Santa? What did you mean by giving me a cock ring?” If Ryan wasn't his secret Santa, he'd die on the spot.

  As fast as his legs would move, he hightailed it to his car and locked the present in his trunk. He couldn't get the picture of Ryan sprawled on the floor out of his mind. God, he'd been so cute, so sexy with his legs spread wide, with his big package bulging between his legs. Drew's own cock got hard in response, and he ducked into the nearest men's room until he could get a grip.

  * * * *

  Ryan couldn't keep his mind on work. He was still electrified from Drew's touch. He'd floated on air the entire morning. He'd barely heard other people talk to him as his mind kept replaying the delicious scene where he and Drew had come together.

  Chuckles attacked him. That wasn't exactly how he wanted to bump into Drew. His dreams were a bit more erotic where neither one of them wore clothes, and Drew's big hard cock begged to fuck him.

  Feverish, his cock getting hard, he swore under his breath. “Stop this!” He couldn't go around like this all the time. He was in big trouble.

  He pretended to do his job and tried to get in some honest work, but his mind kept wondering back to Drew. Knowing he had to find some distraction to at least look like he was busy, he thought of ways to improve his costume. Of course, if he spent much more on it, the grand prize would merely be a refund of his costs. He grimaced at the thought.

  He wondered if Drew liked his latest present and why he'd had it with him on this side of the building. He'd almost blurted, “Are you here to see me?” but had strangled back the question.

  He cursed Angie for scaring away the man. Drew seemed to be the cute, sensitive sort, one who needed love and care, one who would give plenty of pleasure in return. That was just what Ryan needed. He would count himself lucky if God had dropped his soul mate in his lap. The only place he got out to meet other gay men was on his gay softball league, and it was on hiatus during Christmas. It wouldn't resume until the end of January and sometimes not ‘til the beginning of February. He missed it, not that he'd met anyone he'd like to date, but he had made several good friends, however.

  His boss walked in and, his heart stopping, he poked the short cut keys to hide the page he'd been surfing on the Internet.

  * * * *

  Drew tried on the cock ring as soon as he got home that night, imagining that it was Ryan sliding it up his big, long dick. He closed his eyes and curled his fingers around his cock and began pumping. Slow at first and then harder. The ring added extra pleasure but not as much sensation as Ryan's warm hands would.

  "Fuck!” Drew stared at the ceiling. He didn't want to spend Christmas alone with just his dreams and his cold, empty bed. He wanted a warm, loving body to snuggle up to. He wanted to be held in the crook of strong, loving arms. He wanted a lover's heart to beat against his.

  Was it too much to ask?

  He'd always believed Christmas was a time for miracles and magic, and he wished hard now that his desire would be granted.

  He knew wishes sometimes needed help to come true. With only two days until the official Secret Santa gift exchange, and only three to Christmas Eve, he noodled the problem.

  An epiphany hit him, and he jumped out of bed, snapping his fingers and yelling, “I've got it!” It was so sinfully simple, he couldn't believe he'd not thought of it before.

  Eager to put his plan in motion, he found an extra Christmas card and filled it out, whistling all the while.

  * * * *

  Ryan skidded to a halt as he approached Drew's desk. His heart thumped merrily against his ribs and he blinked and blinked again. His fingers itched, and he reached out his hand to take the card that lay front and centre on Ryan's desk. Big, bold letters read, To my Secret Santa. Please read.

  Ryan glanced over his shoulder then around the office to make sure there wasn't a video camera surveying him or someone hiding in the corner ready to burst out. When he assured himself he was alone, he heaved a huge sigh of relief.

  He grabbed the card and shoved it in his pocket. Then he left his gift and sprinted away. He knew it was unlikely for anyone else to be here so extra early in the morning, but one could never tell. He couldn't catch his breath until he reached his own office.

  As soon as he could, he stole out to his car to read Drew's card in private. His fingers trembled on the envelope Drew had touched and given him. He traced Drew's writing with the tip of his finger. He opened the card, read, then re-read Drew's invitation to join him for a home cooked Christmas Eve dinner at his house. Drew went further to thank him for the cock ring which he'd already used and loved.

  As much as Ryan re-read the note, he couldn't glean if Drew had uncovered his identity or if he hoped his Secret Santa would be Ryan or even a man.

  Ryan's heart shifted straight from park to fifth gear. He couldn't bring down his rpm.

  Back in his office, he turned up the Christmas music, put a vanilla scented candle to melt on his electric burner and tried to dig into work. His nerves jittery, his mind on another plane. He knew he wouldn't get much work done again. He wasn't too worried, however, as no one got much work done Christmas week.

  An hour later, his section filled with scrumptious smells. Today was their department's Christmas party and potluck. Not a cook, he'd brought an array of sodas to share and put them in the fridge to chill.

  He adjusted his bright Christmas tie and combed his hair. He wanted to look spiffy in his holly red shirt and more muted green slacks. He wondered what he should wear to Drew's house on Christmas Eve, if he should be conservative or bright.

  Unable to contain his joy, he emailed his favourite florist and paid for an exquisite Christmas bouquet of flowers to be sent to Drew at the office. He wished he knew which flowers were Drew's favourite but consoled himself that he'd hopefully know by next Christmas. Hopefully by next Christmas, he'd know a lot more about the man.

  Angie dragged him from his office, turned on salsa music, and forced him to dance with her. After a few rum balls and a couple spiced eggnogs, he was a dancing fool. His head spun and his heart glowed. He hoped this was just the start of a fantastic Christmas celebration, but feared this might be the highlight.

  * * * *

  Drew couldn't believe his eyes when he picked up his special delivery at the reception desk. Who would be sending him flowers? Surely not his Secret Santa.

  But when he read the card, it said:

  I would love to join you for Christmas Eve dinner at your house. I'll be there at 7 pm.

  All my love, Your Secret Santa.

  "Who's the new squeeze?” the receptionist asked with a twinkle in her wizened eyes.

  In almost total honesty, Drew replied, “I don't know.” He was afraid to divulge that it was his Secret Santa in case the person unveiled himself at the party the next evening. If it was Ryan as he hoped, and if they did get together as he hoped, he didn't want anyone in the company to know. He wasn't sure if his co-workers were ready for a gay office romance.

  The woman's eyes sparkled. “Oh, a secret admirer. How romantic."

  Drew nodded, his heart getting mushy. Two gifts in one day ... He was getting so spoiled he dreaded the letdown after Christmas when the gift
s stopped.

  With a jaunty step, he ploughed down the halls to his department, getting a lot of compliments and enquiries along the way about the flowers.

  Proudly, he stood the vase on his desk where he could view them all day and their delicate scent would wrap around him.

  That night, he tried on his Christmas costume one last time and graded himself. Looking at him in the mirror, turning this way and that, he grudgingly muttered, “I give you a ‘B'.” He feared it wouldn't be good enough to win the prize and mourned his loss.

  Then he wrinkled his nose and admonished him aloud, “Just have fun. You've already got your prize.” He hoped. If Ryan showed up on his doorstep on Christmas Eve, he'd be the luckiest, happiest man on earth.

  * * * *

  Ryan had a hell of a hangover the next morning and barely remembered what happened at the department Christmas party. Vaguely, he recalled dancing, and his sore feet attested to just how much dancing he must have done.

  Rum still burned his tongue, and he couldn't rid himself of the taste. His boss's wife always made killer rum balls. Next year, he'd bypass them.

  Although he longed to stay in bed and call in sick since an excruciating ache pounded behind his temples, he dragged himself out of bed and downed a couple pain relievers. If he missed work today, he couldn't attend tonight's office party, and he wouldn't see Drew. He had to see Drew's reaction when he unveiled himself. After watching the other man for the past couple weeks, he felt certain that the Drew wouldn't freak out and reveal his secret even if he wasn't gay. He seemed too nice to inflict hurt.

  Traffic was extremely light riding into the office, and Ryan arrived even earlier than his recent earliness. He presumed most people had already begun their holiday.

  Cradling his last unofficial Secret Santa gift for Drew, he reverently deposited it on Drew's desk. Tingling all over, he hoped he'd get to use it on Drew and that Drew would use it on him. He quivered and transfixed, stood rooted to the spot. How he wished time would fast forward so he could get Drew alone. How he wanted to kiss and caress the man and he had several other kinkier ideas as well.