What Happens During the Holidays: A Holiday Anthology

by Lucy Gage

  I inhale the smoke and let it fill my lungs. It’s been ages since I the last time I got high, but God how I missed it. I close my eyes and let the weed do its job. When I reopen them, Nick is smirking at me.

  “You should sit your big ass down, old man, before you pass the fuck out.”

  I laugh and hand him the pipe back. “Fine, but I’m sitting there.” I tip my head to the place on the bed beside him. “I’m not trying to put the fucking moves on you. I just want to sit someplace besides the uncomfortable looking desk chair.”

  His grey eyes narrow and the corner of his mouth twitches in amusement. “Whatever you say.”

  I kick off my shoes and saunter around to the other side of the bed. Once I’m stretched out next to him, he hands me the pipe back. The weed is good and it’s already loosening me up. I feel myself smiling more than I have in a long ass time.

  “Got any kids?” he asks as I inhale.

  With a long exhale and a huge plume of smoke, I nod. “Mel. She’s fucking adorable. I love that kid.”

  “How old?”

  “About your age.” I cringe the moment the words leave my mouth.

  He seems nonplussed. “Twenty-five?”

  “Almost twenty-six actually.”

  Jesus Christ. I’m attracted to some kid who is younger than my daughter. I want to silently berate myself, but then he hands me one of the bottles of liquor.

  “Drink up, old man.”

  I growl. “Stop calling me that.”

  He laughs and fuck if I don’t laugh too.

  I down my third mini liquor bottle in a row and wave off the weed when Nick tries to hand it to me again. I’m higher than a fucking kite right now. And he’s right, this room is hot.

  “Fuck,” I complain. “It’s like a sauna in here.”

  He smirks and sits up. “Maybe you should take off all that armor.”

  My nostrils flare when he reaches forward and takes it upon himself to start unbuttoning my shirt. I can’t breathe or move for fear of letting my attraction to him show.

  “I’m gay,” he rumbles in a low voice that makes my cock thicken in my boxers.

  I blurt out my words. “I’m not.” As soon as they come out, I feel stupid. Like a fucking bigot asshole redneck. Here I am claiming I’m not gay, but I’ve been thinking about this guy’s lips since the moment he spoke. And every time he speaks or touches me, my cock responds. If that isn’t gay, I don’t know what is.

  “I ‘wasn’t’ once either,” he tells me, as he slowly continues unbuttoning my shirt. When he reaches the bottom, he tugs my shirt from my pants. A groan escapes me, and I have to close my eyes to hide the need burning in my eyes.

  “Nick,” I warn.

  He leans back on the bed. “I was just unbuttoning your shirt, man, not accidentally poking my dick against your ass.”

  I pop my eyes open and turn to glare at him. My cock is straining in my slacks, but I will it to settle. I’m met with a challenging stare from him.

  “Have you ever had your dick sucked by a guy?” he questions. His jaw clenches as his gaze skirts down my body to where my dick is trying to join the party.

  “No,” I grit out and sit up. I yank the shirt off because now I’m sweating. The wife-beater I was wearing under my dress shirt gets torn off and tossed away too. When I lean back against the pillows, his gaze is on my chest.

  “You lift a lot?”

  Pride surges through me. Janice couldn’t ever take time out of her precious day to notice my physique. You don’t have a body like mine at almost fifty without working your ass off daily for it.

  “I do,” I grunt.

  “It shows, old man.” He grins at me, and I’ll be damned if I don’t nearly come in my pants. God, this is so fucked up.

  “You in college?” I question in an attempt to change the subject.

  His smile falls and he shakes his head. Nick is sexy when he’s all grins and mystery. The look he’s giving me now is as though I just stole his puppy. And, fuck me, do I want to give him the damn puppy back.

  “Not anymore.”

  “What’s next?”

  He sighs. “Corporate world. Fun times.”

  I scratch at my scruff and frown. “What would you rather be doing? It’s written all over your face. You’d rather be doing something else.”

  Guilt flashes in his eyes. “It doesn’t matter. It’s done.”

  I reach over and brush my knuckles against his firm chest. “It matters.”

  His breath hitches and he affixes me with a heated stare that does nothing to calm my cock. I’m normally bold with women, not men. After Janice and I separated, I took my fair share of women to bed. I was always the initiator. This feels different. Uncharted territory.

  “I love computers. In college, I took a ton of courses when I could. They didn’t relate to my degree, but I didn’t care. I love taking them apart and putting them back together again. I fix them when they break and break them when they’re fixed only to turn around and make them better. My brain tends to be more mechanical than anything else.” He sighs and shrugs. “But it’s just for fun.”

  I don’t stop running my knuckles along the grooves of his abs. “The world needs computer engineers and they make good money. I don’t understand why you don’t do that.”

  He rolls off the bed and stalks over to the fridge. When he bends over, I admire his sculpted ass in his sweatpants. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing but lying on this bed talking to—touching—this man makes me feel better than I’ve felt in a long time. I don’t want to piss the guy off.

  I get up and stride over to him. “I didn’t mean to pry.” My voice is husky, and he stiffens when I place my palm on his lower back. “The last thing I wanted to do was piss you off.”

  He stands and turns to look at me. We’re evenly matched on height. My shoulders are slightly wider but his are more muscular. The guy has age on his side for sure.

  “Have you ever had your cock sucked by a man?” he asks again, his voice sharp.

  I glower at him. “No.”

  “The answer is not yet.” He licks his bottom lip and then gives me one of those half-ass crooked smiles that make my cock ache.

  “I’m not gay,” I bite out.

  He steps forward and kicks the fridge door shut. When his big hand rubs against my cock through my slacks, I let out a long groan of pleasure. My eyes fall shut as I give in to the delicious sensations of him rubbing on me.

  “The answer,” he breathes against my lips, “is not yet.”

  Soft lips brush against mine. His lips are real—not like the botoxed shit Janice had. And his kiss is needy in nature. As if he’s been waiting to do this all night. One of his hands slides around the back of my neck to hold me in place as he deepens the kiss. His tongue is hot and powerful as it thrusts into my mouth. I haven’t been kissed like this in forever.

  “Nick,” I grunt against his mouth. “I’m not…this is…” But his hand squeezes around my cock through my clothes, and I thrust against him. “Fuck.”

  “Fuck is right,” he growls and nips at my bottom lip with his teeth. “Undo your belt, old man. I want to suck your cock.”

  I open my eyes so I can glare at him. He’s doing that sexy little thing where he bites on the inside corner of his bottom lip, and it makes me crazy horny. Long ago, I remember feeling like Max was into me the same way I was into him. I’d leaned in and kissed his handsome mouth after one too many shots of vodka one night. It took everything in me to get up the nerve. And that fucker pushed me away. Then, he clocked me right in the jaw. Thankfully, we moved past it, and he’s still my closest friend to this day, but that moment hurt my pride more than my jaw. It’s a moment that will stay with me forever. It was also when I fell into the arms of the next chick I ran across. I knocked Janice up and the rest was history.

  This time, when I lean in to kiss that mouth, I’m met with mirrored desire. I grip Nick’s f
ace on both sides and hold him in place while I kiss him hard. Deft fingers are soon on my belt. I never answered him, and he’s taking my silence as permission.

  I’m not gay.

  I’m not gay.

  I had a wife, and we made a fucking baby for crying out loud.

  Not.

  Gay.

  My pants drop to my ankles, and his hand dives into my boxers. Whatever thoughts I was having have long since dissipated. All I can focus on is the powerful way he grips my dick like no other person besides myself has ever had the strength to do. His hand is rough—not soft like the women I’ve been with. It feels so fucking good.

  “Nick…”

  He pulls away and flashes me that impish grin of his that makes me crazy with need. “I’m going to suck your cock now, old man. You’re going to stop worrying your ass off over stupid shit and you’re going to fucking enjoy it. Got it?”

  I grit my teeth and give him a clipped nod.

  He drops to a knee and wastes no time pulling my boxers down my thighs to my ankles. His breath is hot near my dick and it twitches. I watch with interest as this man take me in his grip. It was something I fantasized over for a long time. I remember having wet dreams about my friends from middle and high school sucking my dick. I’d thought every teenager shared the same thoughts.

  His tongue slides in a circular motion on the tip of my cock, which makes me hiss in pleasure. I can’t help but grip his hair. I’ve gripped plenty of long-haired women but never a man. Everything about this is new but so fucking hot. He pumps my cock, much like I would, but faster and stronger. It has me seeing stars. But when his mouth slides down my shaft, I let out a groan and I thrust against him. He must sense what I want because he releases my cock and grips my thighs. I buck slowly into his mouth and revel in the way his teeth scrape against my thick cock. His mouth is larger than any woman I’ve been with. He takes my cock easily.

  “Fuck,” I hiss out. My legs are shaking with the need to skull fuck this stranger. He lets out an animalistic growl that rumbles its way up my cock to my heavy balls, and I give in to my desires. I push the tip of my cock down the back of his tight, hot throat. And the sexy asshole takes it without gagging. Janice refused to suck cock—that cunt—and the other chicks lately seem to half-ass it.

  Nick takes cock like a champ.

  He bobs along my shaft, his throat open and accepting, and digs his strong fingers into my thighs so hard I’m sure he’ll bruise me. The pleasure is too much. It’s not just the sensations but it’s the act itself. I’m face fucking a guy who was dressed as Santa not two hours ago. Someone who is practically a kid younger than my daughter. I’m not even divorced yet and I’ve already hopped the fence and started fucking with guys.

  Not guys.

  Just this one.

  An image of my cock pressing into the hole of his ass has my climax nearing. I’m not gay, I guess, but maybe I fucking am. The very idea of plowing into this man’s ass has me blowing my load suddenly and without warning.

  Instead of gagging like a fucking girl, he groans as if my cum is goddamned delicious. Sucks it down like it’s the best damn thing he’s ever tasted. My legs quiver from exertion. For a brief moment, I don’t worry about anything. In an affectionate move, I run my fingers through his hair.

  “That was fucking amazing.”

  He slides off my cock and affixes me with a naughty smile. “We’re just getting started, old man. I haven’t even been in your ass yet.”

  I stare at him stunned. “My ass?”

  He stands up and boldly pushes his sweatpants down. My gaze falls to his impressive cock. Long. Hard. Veiny as fuck. I lick my lips because I suddenly have the urge to taste him too. I’ve never sucked cock before but, fuck, I’m willing to give it a go.

  “Hey,” he says with a chuckle. “Hungry Eyes. My face is here.”

  I snap my attention to his. “I’ve never sucked a man’s dick.”

  “I’ll teach you.” He winks at me. “But you’re not sucking my cock. Not right now. Right now, you’re going to bend over that bed and open that ass so I can stick my cock inside.”

  Heat rushes down across my flesh straight to my dick, which rises instantly. When I was with Janice, it took forever to get hard again, after the first time. And now, I’m as virile as the kid in front of me. My dick is ready to play some more.

  “Janice says anal hurts,” I murmur, my gaze falling back down to where he strokes himself.

  “Sounds like Janice was a pussy,” he growls. “Are you a pussy, old man?”

  I step out of my clothes at my ankles and shove him away. “Does it look like I’m a pussy?”

  His gaze travels down my solid chest to where my still-wet cock bobs with excitement. “Your cock misses me already,” he taunts.

  “Maybe my cock wants in your ass,” I challenge. I don’t let my self-doubt creep in. This is all new territory, and I hope I’m doing it right. If he were a woman, I’d have no problems talking dirty and I sure as hell wouldn’t doubt myself. It takes everything in me to silence my inner voice, who thinks I’m not good enough or young enough or fucking gay enough for this man.

  He smirks and saunters over to his suitcase on the floor. When he bends over, I get a nice view of his hairy ass and heavy balls hanging between his thighs. I groan and grip my aching cock. I do want to put my cock in his ass. I’ve never been so sure about wanting something. I stalk over to him and grab his hips. He straightens to his full height but doesn’t move away. My cock rubs against his crack. Fuck, it feels good.

  “Down boy,” he jokes. “You got yours. Now it’s time to get mine. If you still want more after that, I’ll give you what you want.” He turns in my arms and flashes me a smoldering grin as he pokes my chest with a bottle of lube. That smile will get him whatever the fuck he wants, goddammit.

  “Talk me through this,” I grunt.

  He reaches up and grips the side of my neck. Our mouths fuse together again. All apprehension disappears. When this man kisses me, he makes me lose myself in him. He’s got skills, I’ll give him that.

  We kiss until I’m dying for another release. He pulls away, and his voice is husky and demanding as he growls. “Get on the bed, old man.”

  I run my fingers through my hair and attempt to shake away my nerves. I’m doing this. I’m really fucking doing this. A lifetime of fantasies are coming true in one night. I’m hesitant to go down this path completely because I’m worried there will be no coming back. I may not fess up to being gay, but this certainly makes me at least bisexual. The idea of stuffing my cock back inside Missy’s slippery cunt doesn’t have the same appeal anymore. I’ve tasted the forbidden fruit and I want the whole damn tree now.

  “Dane,” he grumbles and gives me a shove onto the bed. “Get on your knees and give me your virgin ass.”

  His words light a fire inside me, and my cock jolts. “Fuck, you’re bossy.”

  He smirks and winks. “I like being in charge.”

  “So do I,” I grumble but climb onto the bed. I eye him over my shoulder. The man is a fucking god all chiseled and shit. Those oblique muscles…Jesus, I want them on my body in more ways than one.

  His lips quirk up on one side. “Anyone ever tell you that you have a nice ass?”

  “Missy,” I reply with a laugh.

  “Missy is a whore.”

  I shrug because I can’t disagree there. “My ass isn’t nearly as hairy as yours.”

  “Bend over, smart mouth,” he growls.

  My nerves are tight with anticipation but I obey this young thing who has me about to explode with my orgasm all over this hotel bed. The bed dips as he climbs on behind me. His palm is warm on my ass.

  “Relax, old man. This is going to feel good.”

  I exhale and nod. He pops open the cap on the lube. The squirting sound unnerves me. I’m rethinking my decision when he rubs the tip of his finger down my ass crack. A shiver rumbles through me.
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  “Stroke your cock,” he orders.

  I groan and grip my throbbing thickness with one hand. Gently, he pushes his finger inside my hole. It doesn’t hurt—just feels different. When he starts moving it in and out, I let out a hiss of air.

  Okay…

  Fuck.

  This does feel good.

  “You like that, old man?”

  “Hell yeah,” I grunt and push my ass against his finger, meeting him thrust for thrust. “It’s not enough, though.”

  “You’re a virgin, big boy,” he says with a laugh. “I have to get this tight ass ready for me. You’ve seen the size of my dick. Let’s get you stretched out first before you start begging for my cock.”

  I chuckle, but then he starts working another finger inside my ass. It burns a little, but I like it. I’d assumed I would feel less manly or some shit but with my dick in my hand and jolts of pleasure zapping through me from deep within, I don’t give a fuck about societal ideologies. All I care about is feeling good.

  He works me in some goddamned magical way that has me loosening my grip on my cock so I don’t spurt my orgasm all over the bed. I want to save it for my turn. I will get my turn.

  “Your ass was made for this,” he tells me, his free hand affectionately gripping my hip. “I’m going to try another finger.”

  I tense in anticipation, which only makes me completely aware of the foreign fingers inside me. With a deep breath, I relax again just as he starts pushing another digit inside me.

  Fuck, my ass is full. It gives me an idea of what his cock will feel like. A thrilling shudder courses through me. He stills and caresses my lower back.

  “You’re doing great, man,” he praises, his voice low and husky. “I’m so turned on right now.”

  I risk a glance over my shoulder, and sure enough, raw lust is shining in his eyes. It turns me on too. “I want your cock,” I growl.

  He smirks, which makes me clench my ass. Pleasure surges through me. “Let me suit up, old man. Sit tight.” His fingers slide out of me, and goddammit, I feel so empty. I stare at the hotel sheets and wait for him to come back. I’m afraid to move in the event this all really is some fucked-up fantasy. If I wake up and I’m in bed with Janice, I’ll fucking die.