Sucking in the Seventies

Most gay men learn how to give head early on. If you were as lucky as I was, and had a group of like minded guys around you, then learning was half the fun. With out my "brothers" (Andy, Stu and Chris), I'd have been one miserable gay boy back in the 70's.

Cock sucking is an art, don't let anyone tell you otherwise. If you can't do it right, if your heart's not into it, then you might as well hang it up. Furthermore, if you can't enjoy getting a blow job, then do the same.

Hang it up.

I learned how to give and get head from my buddy, Stu.

We began while we both were still in high school. After classes were through for the day, we'd often spend time in his basement, smoking weed, listening to rock and roll albums, and sucking each other's dicks.

Stu was advanced, not only was he into head, but he also turned me on to nipple play and kissing. My god he kissed beautifully. Beyond that he taught me that cock sucking was more than just a physical act, it was soulful and something to savor.

Often while sucking Stu, he'd say, "Slow down, not so fast." And he'd direct my hands to his every present erect nipples and tell me to pinch them while I sucked.

As time passed, I looked forward to giving him blow jobs, he always smelled faintly of musk and when I'd busy myself at his stalk, I'd breath deep his scent and it would make me high.

He always shot his load in my mouth, and I always swallowed it. It was salty and warm and I loved the after-taste.

Stu would return the gift by going down on me, slowly starting at the head of my cock and then leisurely working his way down to the base, my pubic hair would be covered in his saliva as the tip of his tongue traced my length and I would moan in exquisite pleasure until the moment he'd bring me to climax. Often he'd go for my tits just as I was about to cum and the sensation would drive me to insane bursts of pleasure.

Our sessions were always followed by long, luxurious, sensual kisses where we'd taste each other's juice on our tongues ... is it any wonder he was the first guy I ever really fell in love with. Even as we moved on to other forms of sexual expressions, with Stu it was always a slow burn that lead to mind blowing orgasms.


Andy was the resident jack-rabbit, he was quick and enthusiastic and loved the pay off more than anything.

I remember one time, I'd barely got my mouth around his cock when he shot his load. We'd laugh about this, but it was true. I used to joke that all you had to do with him was breathe on his cock and he'd cum.

When he managed to last, I could expect a quick and energetic face fuck that would be followed by him usually grabbing his cock and jerking off to climax.

Conversely, when Andy sucked, he did it with the same abandon. I think that's why he he was our go-to-guy when you just needed to bust a nut. He'd wrap his lips around the head of your cock and go at it like a mad man.

Andy loved "back alley blow jobs"; that is giving and getting head in an out of the way place. One time he sucked me off in a movie theater, and Chris was always inviting him to the gym locker room for a quickie.


As for Chris; he was the Alpha male so cock sucking was always a rough sport, giving or getting. I remember that he liked to shove my head down on his cock, and he took particular pleasure in making me (or anyone else) gag on his member.

Often he enjoyed laying flat having his cock worshiped all the while he'd be coaxing his partner to "suck that big cock" or some other porn-star line.

Chris was also fond of face fucking. He'd have me lay flat and then lay longways, ramming his cock in my mouth while he sort of did push-ups.

While he sometimes would cum in my mouth, he loved to pull out and shoot it all over my face.

When Chris gave head, it was just as intense. He'd start by grabbing my nuts and squeezing them tightly and then he'd open wide and go for the full package, roughly sucking away on my member and maybe even lightly biting at the base of my cock. He also like to finger my ass when sucking me off; man that could be mind numbing just as your about to shoot.


Last, but by no means least, I'd be remiss not to mention my sweet Aaron; my lover from the City of Angels, my hustling partner during that long lost weekend in Sin City...

Aaron seemed to be a never ending bag of surprises when it came to sex, and cock sucking was one of his specialties. He once said to me, "Brother, you can get rich in this town if you can make a guy cum while blowing him".

Man, he was right about that one.

I remember the first time I sucked his cock and how he responded with surprise and asked me where I learned to be so good at fellatio.

Aaron enjoyed standing and lowering his penis to my mouth, often it would be dripping with precum and I'd let it drip on to my lips and then I'd open my mouth and the same would happen to my tounge. Then I'd relax and let him slip in and then slowly I'd let my tounge work the underside of his member and then I'd swallow and he'd shudder .

One time he asked me how many times I watched "Deep Throat". I took that as a compliment from him, considering he'd been professionally sucking cock for years.

Of course when he gave head, it was a fucking religious experience. There was nothing his partner had to do but lay back and let the master drive. Aaron took me over the rainbow and down the rabbit hole each and every time he sucked my cock.

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Back in Jersey, many was the time when me and the boys would end a session with a group blow job. That is, one of us would take turns sucking all of the others off.

One time, I recall, I was the one giving head and in a dizzying adventure I took three different cocks in my mouth, switching off enjoying the taste and texture of each one, just waiting for my brothers to blow their loads. For a lapsed Catholic, it was like communion, only much better!

And if I was one of the ones getting head, then it was just as good knowing that my cock was going to get serviced and that I was in good company with my blow job brothers...all of us...

...sucking in the seventies.

O Cum All Ye Faithful II

O Holy Fuck

With dinner prep done, Rick and I made our way into the bedroom once more and this time, he drew the drapes against the dull winter morning light leaving the curtain just slightly ajar so that a shaft of grayish blue daytime sliced the darkness.

We were naked and embraced each other. A slight kiss exchanged and then we stood facing each other. Hands at each other's nipples, pulling and pinching the sensitive nubs while our cocks bobbed and the heads, already wet with precum, kept bumping into each other.

Finally, unable to resist, we reached for each other's cocks and began jerking each other off. With a free arm, I reached behind him and pulled him in close to me and bit his neck which made him groan and then I whispered, "Come on, red, fuck me."

I lay flat on the bed, my butt raised and moaned as Rick fingered my eager hole. He said nothing as he replaced his finger with his cock, but I let out a proclamation yelling, "O holy fuck, that cock!" And with that, he slid all the way in, taking my breath away for a second, and then proceeded to fuck me like a horny bunny.

I bit down on the pillow until the pain subsided and slowly morphed into pleasure and egged him on saying, "Come on bastard, harder!"

Son of a bitch, but he went faster and harder and I loved it, laughing and saying, "Yeah, babe, that's what I'm talkin' bout!"

He slapped my ass a couple of times and then reached under me and found my tits and began pinching them while he continued pummeling me. The combination of sensations, always a favorite of mine, sent me over the moon ... then I heard him begin to mutter my name and he said, "I'm gonna' cum inside of you", his voice flat and rushed. Then I felt his white hot juice shoot into me and he started groaning in pleasure, never letting go of my nipples...

After he came, he pulled out of me and said, "Quick, now fuck me, hard, cum in my ass."

I needed no more direction, and immediately threw my little red head onto his back, lifted his legs up, spit on my cock for lubrication and shoved myself inside of him. His eyes grew wide as I looked down on him and his mouth opened in a silent scream.

I might have only fucked him for a minute or so when I felt my own orgasm come up and as I shot my jizz into his asshole, he reached up and grabbed savagely at my tits and pulled them and I threw my head back and growled as I closed my eyes and felt fireworks explode in my brain.

At the peak I fell forward onto him and as my least seizure of pleasure hit, once more I was kissing him...and he put his arms around me and held me tightly and said that he loved me...

...and I told him the same, and I did. I loved him like I never loved anyone in my 29 years.

Here We Come a Wassailing

After a shower, we dressed and then decided to walk over to the cafe' that Jon worked at.

It was still snowing, though the wind had died down. The downtown mall was lit with millions of holiday lights, and everything looked like a scene from a movie.

At the cafe, we parked ourselves at a small rickety table near a pot-belly stove and split a copy of the Daily Camera while we waited for our coffee to arrive.

"Ricky, man, look at your neck, was Dracula in town?", Jon sarcastically said as he placed a couple of steaming mugs of coffee on the table. Rick self consciously adjusted his collar and blushed and then Jon added, "Can't leave you two alone for a minute," and he winked at me and went back to the rather crowded espresso bar to tend to the other customers.

I reached under the table and gave his crotch a squeeze and he smiled at me and mouthed, "I love you".

"Same here," I said out loud. Then we drank our coffee and made plans to call our respective families to wish them the best.



Outside the cafe, we waited on Jon, who true to his word, was ready to go at 12:30. He joined us on the snowy street in his leather jacket, wool cap and scarf, beaming brightly he said, "I think this is turning out to be one of the best Christmas's ever, thanks guys!"



And as we trudged back home, Rick started singing, "Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer", then Jon joined in, and finally so did I; and as we made our way up Pine Street a little girl who was building a snowman on her lawn cried out, "That's my favorite song in the whole wide world!", so we sang even louder as the little girl danced around her half finished snowman. Soon her mother peaked her head out the front door to see what all the commotion was and when she heard us singing she roared with laughter saying, "Come on fellows, don't encourage her, she sings that song all year long!"



"Mommy!" the little girl cried out, "Don't tell them that, it's our secret!"



We waved goodbye, the three of us smiling like fools and continued on up the block, the little girl's high pitched voice carrying into the snowy afternoon.



Here We Cum a Wrestling

Back at the apartment, Rick went into the bedroom to use the phone to call his mother and father while Jon gave me a hand with the turkey which turned out to be half way done.


"Dinner should be ready by five", I said.


"It smells wonderful, kind of like what my grandmother in White Plains house smelled like on Christmas."


"So you're from Upstate New York?"

He nodded his head and added, "Born and bred."

And then we talked about his family and my family and then I said, "You know, I've been meaning to ask you something."

He looked up from the sink where he had been pouring a glass of water and smiled.


"Remember when I first met you?"


"Shit, how can I forget that night?", he smiled wickedly.


"Where did you learn all of those moves, I mean you flew around that ring like Kid Lightning."


"Hold on", he said exiting the kitchen, and then he called out from the living room, "Come here".
He was holding a copy of his yearbook and pointed to a picture of him in a wrestling singlet, "Wrestled light weight in my junior and senior year."



"Hot damn," I said checking out the picture, "You sure filled a singlet out nicely".

****

Later on after I called my family, I found the boys in the living room eyeing the gifts and said, "Can't you guys wait until morning?", and with that I pulled out two small boxes and handed them over to them.


Rick roared with laughter when he opened his, "A pair of Speedos", and then he checked the label, "one size too small, you fucking pervert!" Jon laughed also, but it did not take them long to undress and try them on.


Frankly, they looked great suited up and Rick, ever the comedian, began strutting across the living room floor, flexing his muscles and shaking his ass, "Think I can get a summer job at Chippendale's?" he asked as he shook his basket in my face.


"Well, I'd stuff your tights with tens and twenties."


Then Jon said, "Screw that, nobody wants a pale skinny boy when they can feast their eyes on this ass", and he shook his money maker like a two bit stripper and Rick reached over and gave him a slap on his butt.


And then they turned to me and Rick said, "Hey, no fair, you need to join in the fun." So I stripped down to my briefs and said, "This is the best I could come up with" and shoved Rick down on his knees, rubbing my crotch in his face as Jon laughed.

Rick pushed back and got to his feet and said in a mock threat, "Oh yeah, wanna go a few rounds with Ricky the Crippler?"

And with that I charged him and scooped him up and threw him over my shoulder like a sack of mail. Jon laughed out loud and joined in, coming up behind Rick and giving his nuts a squeeze while I held him.

"Oh you are gonna' pay man!" Rick said laughing, as I tossed him on the sofa and then watched as Jon dived on top of him and the two of them went at it rolling about the floor trying to best the other. I marveled over their slim but sinewy bodies as they groped and grabbed at each other, noting that both of them were sporting hardons that showed plainly through the Speedos they wore.

Now I sat back on the sofa and stroked my cock absent mindedly through my underwear as Jon got Rick into a full nelson, and then a figure four leg lock that actually made him cry out in pain...I knew what was coming next, I had trained Rick well and when he needed to, he could be a tough mother fucker; and he proved me right when he landed a clean round house right into Jon's bread basket sending him to the floor sprawled and dazed. It was clear that Jon and his Greco/Roman skills were no match for Rick and his bag of dirty tricks, and In an odd way that made me proud of him.

Eventually Rick had Jon from behind and began working on his cock and balls in earnest making him plead and moan as he squeezed and pulled at the spandex enclosed goodies of Jon's.

"Say it!" Rick demeaned and Jon cried out, "I give!" and with that he released his buddy and stood above him full of cocky pride as he adjusted his cock through his tights. As he strutted across the floor he gave me a thumbs up and said, "He's all yours man."

I made my way off the sofa and was surprised to find Jon still ready to rumble some.

The kid was surprisingly strong and energetic, and at one point he had his legs tightly wrapped around my neck so that I could plainly see his leaking cock bulging full mast through the Speedos. I reached up and grabbed his balls and he screamed out in pain and then I flipped him over and brought his left arm behind his back, twisting it almost fully up and in until once more, Jon gave in.

Rick hit the floor in front of us and pounded it three times with the palm of his hand and then lifted my arm up in victory.

We were both pretty sweaty as we kissed each other, and I paused for a second and yanked Jon up from the floor to join us. Now the three of us kissed , our tongues slamming into each other and our arms forming a protective barrier, a circle of togetherness. Jon was also covered in sweat and I tasted his salty flavor as I licked his neck and then I felt Rick sucking on my left tit while Jon was groping at my cock and I closed my eyes for a second and just let it all happen.

Soon they were at my armpits, Jon on the right, Rick on the left, sucking at my sweat drinking it like fine nectar as there hands softly played over my chest and arms. Now and again Rick would clutch at my bicep and squeeze it, or Jon would linger over one of my pecs, and then they moved to my nipples, the both of them sucking on my tits like daemons feeding and I threw my head back, and moaned in insane pleasure; then I felt one of them worm his fingers into my underwear and flick at my cock head...and I thought I might explode.

Eventually we pulled apart and Rick and I fell to the sofa and Jon said, "OK, so I lost, what do you guys want me to do?"

"Show us that ass", I said softly, and as we sat stroking our cocks, Jon peeled off his tights and got down on all fours, his ass lifted up to us like an offering. When he brought his hand back and began to finger his hole, I once more almost shot a load and noticed that Rick was pumping his cock like a madman.

"Slow down, red" I said, " looks like Jonny Boy wants a double fuck". Rick's eyebrow arched evilly and he grinned as we looked back on that very fuckabale piece of ass that was ours for the taking.

With condoms and lube at the ready, we hunched Jon over the sofa and as Rick and I stood side by side, we rubbed our members at his tight hole, all the while he kept pleading for us to fuck him and I for one, wanted nothing more than to oblige this hot little hunk.

He gasped and tensed up when I entered him, and damn, he was tight. Rick was at my side whispering obscenities to me while he pinched my nipples. I could feel his cock pushing up against my thigh and then I was off to the races.

I rode Jon like a back alley bitch, using his hair to yank his head back, slapping his ass calling him a slut.

He dug it screaming for more.

I watched as Rick stood in front of him slapping his cock on his buddy's face and saw as Jon's tounge flicked out trying to reach Rick's member.

I called Rick over and said, "Come on, you want some of this?"

Rick dashed back to my side and as soon as I pulled out, he was sheathed and lubed and rammed his dick deep inside Jon.

Now I stepped back and watched Rick's ass tense and relax while he fucked him and I spit on my cock and with out a word, I entered his ass and he cried out, "Mother fucker!" and I said, "Yeah, shut up and enjoy the ride". And I slapped his ass and he did the same to Jon and the three of us went at in the glow of the Christmas tree; fucking wildly, a trio of lusty wild men having our very own Pagan Winter celebration.

As I was about to cum, I pulled out of Rick and then he did the same and we pushed Jon down on the sofa and began jerking off on him in earnest and he was doing the same.

I leaned forward when the first wave hit, shooting a stream of thick white juice all over Jon's beautiful face and just as I was about to shoot again, Rick shoved a finger up my ass and pushed hard making me shoot a monster load and yell out, "SON OF A BITCH!". This time the stream hit Jon in the chest and just then he threw his head back and let go with a volcanic eruption of his own, his cum going all over his thighs and then I watched as Rick was about to shoot, and returning the favor, dashed behind him and shoved my still hard cock up his ass just as he came and held him as he shook in convulsive pleasure and cursed up a blue streak...I kept my cock in him and kissed him at the nape of his neck and felt him as his quakes grew less and less...

...and then the three of us covered in sweat and cum, fell onto the sofa, exhausted and basking in after glow...

...that's when the buzzer on the oven began to wail.

Ave Maria

We ate dinner around six and everything was magnificent. The boys really put it away and I was shocked to see how much they ate. Then I thought back to when I was in college and how full meals were sometimes a rarity.

Later on we lingered over some wine and then cleaned up the kitchen.

After that, Rick told me that his landlord was out of town and said that the hot-tub was ours to use if we wanted to on the roof.

We made our way to the roof and the glass enclosure that housed the hot tub. With more wine the three of us slipped into the hot bubbling water. Silently we watched the snow come down and the lights of Boulder glow beneath us. The radio was on and the Ave Maria was playing, it was sublimely gorgeous. I put my arm around Rick and kissed him and then I did the same to Jon and then I lay back and closed my eyes...once more beautiful words in Latin that I did not fully understand washed over me with their beauty.

After the hot-tub, we went back to the apartment and opened the sofa bed up in the living room and got comfortable and watched "It's a Wonderful Life".

Within an hour, the guys were asleep.

I got up and went to the window and looked out on the snowy landscape and smiled at my own ghost reflection, then I went and got another glass of wine, went back to the window and sipped and watched the world while on the TV Zuzu said "Every time a bell rings, an angel gets his wings".

Smiling again, I climbed back into bed and made myself comfortable spooning Rick, and then Jon lay his leg over my legs and I closed my eyes and felt sleep take me away...

...outside the snow continued falling...

O Cum All Ye Faithful

December 23rd, 1987.

Rick and Jon's apartment in Boulder is where I spent my Christmas vacation and it was turning out to be one of the most sex-drenched Yuletide's I'd ever experienced.

By now, Jon was an eager participant in our sexual escapades, and though Rick and I were more in love than ever, we always welcomed a third (and sometimes fourth) partner into our experiences.

Jon was one of the best.

Saint Nick In Boulder

Boulder, Colorado is probably one of the most beautiful cities in the Midwest. Surrounded by mountains, it's a valley town of creative and artistic minds. I always felt comfortable when I was here, as if it might be a place I actually belong.

After my plane touched down at Stapleton Airport in Denver, I rented a car and made my way to the closest shopping mall I could find. A bonus at work guaranteed that I could get Rick some decent gifts for the holiday, I also wanted to pick up a few things for Jon, who I was very fond of.

Shopping done, I drove into Boulder and as I was approaching Pine Street I passed a guy selling Christmas Trees...thirty bucks later, we had the rather large tree strapped to the hood of the car. I also bought several boxes of lights and some ornaments, figuring that the boys deserved a proper tree.

When I arrived at the apartment, no one was home. Since I had a key I let myself in and found a note on the kitchen table. Rick was working until six and Jon would be out until eight.

It was now three o clock; so I made myself a very strong cup of coffee and did my best Saint Nick...

By five thirty the tree was up and decked and brighter than a four alarm blaze. I shoved the pre-wrapped gifts under the tree and stood back to admire my handiwork.

As I flopped down on the sofa, pleased with all that i had accomplished, my eyes fell on a framed photo prominently displayed on the television. It was a picture of Rick and I, taken last summer in Atlantic City. We were shirtless, arms casually draped around each other's shoulders, smiling those carefree smiles that only happen on a day at the beach.

Just then I heard the door open...

Santa's Little Cock Sucker

Rick stood, mouth agape, his eyes wide as he stared at the twinkling evergreen that sat perched by the window, and then he glanced at the parcel of gifts under the tree and his eyebrows raised in amazement.

"Ho, ho, ho" I said still sitting on the sofa smiling at his obvious surprise.

"Man, this is too much! I mean, it's wonderful, I mean..." he stammered as he dropped his duffel bag and removed the knit cap from his head, his reddish hair all askew, "Ah Christ, you are the fucking best."

I stood up and went over to him and said, "Merry Christmas, Rick".

He threw his arms around me and hugged me and said, "Oh man, what have I done to deserve you?"

With no words said, he led me to the sofa and said, "I've missed you", and then he stripped down to his underwear, his cock standing straight up and showing through his white briefs. I followed suit and took my shirt and pants off. Then he got on his knees in front of me and quickly went down on my cock.

My head fell back as he diligently began slurping on my member. I closed my eyes and let myself go while he sucked and licked and I pushed his head down.

As his hot tongue worked it's way about my throbbing prick, I gasped for air, he was making me crazy with his enthusiastic cock sucking and I found myself groaning as he brought me to the point of ecstasy.

He reached into his underwear while he sucked and took his own dick out and began jerking himself off...I egged him on saying, "Come on babe, shoot it all over me."

He never took his mouth from me as his body shook and his seed flew out, sending a river of his hot cum onto my inner thigh, and with the feeling of his lava-like jizz dripping down my inner leg I shot my own load into his mouth and he gagged for a second and then went back to my cock, swallowing the wave of pleasure juice.

He stayed on my cock until there was not a drop of cum left.

Finally, he finished and when he did, he lapped up his own cum from my thighs and then when he was through, he kissed me sloppily; the mixed taste of our combined seed filled my mouth as I held him in my arms.

The Third Wise Man

Somewhat bushed, we lay on the sofa for a few minutes together, the lights from the tree growing stronger as daylight faded. I turned and saw from the window a muted view of the Flatiron mountains; there were thick clouds behind the range moving towards town, hurrying sundown and promising precipitation.

Rick was sucking on my left tit and I was getting hard again. I pulled his head back and said softly, "One thing on your mine, huh, red?" He smiled that goofy smirk of his at me and purred, "I'd be happy to just spend the holiday in bed with you."

We kissed again and he asked, "So, you don't mind Jon being here?"

"Not at all."

"Great, he is so jazzed up for this" and then he paused sitting up smiling and looking at me sideways, "You know, I think he might have a little crush on you. Ever since that time last summer when we all got it on, he talks about you every day. In fact when ever I come back from a visit to your place in Jersey, he pumps me for all kinds of details..."

"Yeah, I bet that's not the only kind of pumping that goes on between you two" I said laughing.

"Fuck buddies, that's it."

"Why doesn't he have a boyfriend?" I asked.

Rick shrugged his shoulders, "Don't know, I think he's still struggling with the fact that he's gay."

With that we made our way to the bathroom and took a quick shower together.

We were still toweling off when I heard the door slam. Rick and I strolled on out into the living room wearing nothing but underwear and bath towels draped over our shoulders to find Jon staring in disbelief at the Christmas tree and the pile of booty beneath it.

He was wearing a leather jacket with a long black scarf around his neck, on his head was the prerequisite wool cap; but I confess that my eye was drawn to the crotch of his well worn Levis...the kid was packing, that was for sure.

"Feliz Navidad", I said as John turned and smiled brightly at me and said, "Jeez, this is just like Miracle on 34th Street! Look at this tree, and wow, I guess Ricky's been a good boy this year..."

"Actually, he's been very bad, that's why he's getting so much", I interrupted, "But I think Santa left a few things for you too, Jon!"

Jon took his hat off and shook his head, his blue/black hair, going everywhere thanks to static electricity. Then he turned and smiled at me and surprised me with a big sloppy kiss, "Merry Christmas", he said when he pulled back, "I am so glad you are here".

And with that, he went into the bathroom.

On a Cold Winter's Night

A light snow was beginning to fall as the three of us walked the two blocks to the Unitarian Church on Pennsylvania Avenue.

Jon was in the church choir and would be preforming at the annual holiday festival.

Frankly, I was kind of amused at this turn of events, but then, later on in the dark hall listening as the choir sang a collection of seasonal songs, I was amazed when Rick's buddy took center stage and sang "Veni, Veni Emmanuel", his voice was deep and rich, and though the lyrics were in Latin, they were some of the most beautiful words I'd ever heard.

After the performance, we stayed and had some cake and coffee and met the other members of the church. I had no idea that the Unitarian's were such a hip bunch! Mostly compromised of old hippies, intellectuals and artistic types, I was really impressed by the whole lot of them and found myself engaged in a political conversation with a middle aged woman who was a sculptress.

Damn, I loved Boulder!

On the way back, the snow was really coming down, and the three of us trudged with our heads down as the wind and snow assaulted us.

When we got back to the apartment, Rick and Jon bolted for the bedroom while I was still taking off my coat and boots. After a few minutes I heard Rick call out, "Hey man, come on, we've got a little early Christmas gift for you."

"Ah hold on you little fucking horn dogs", I called back in jest. When I finally got free of my winter outer garments, I made my way to the bathroom and heard all kinds of noise coming from the bedroom. Then Jon called out to me, "Hurry up!"

I washed up and took my shirt off and made my way into the bedroom which was dimly lit by the hall light and there I saw Jon, leaning over the bed, naked while Rick was mounting him from behind.

"Thought you'd never get here," Rick said, his voice soft.

I quickly undid my pants and made my way to Jon who opened his mouth, that just a half an hour earlier was singing the praises of the new born savior, and shoved my cock into it.

He clamped down on my prick and began sucking sloppily. I threw my head back and groaned and then watched Rick as he slowly, methodically fucked his buddy.

I held Jon's head firmly and pulled it up and down and Rick whispered, "Fuck his face".

Jon was a magnificent cock sucker, and he was doing a number on me with that hot mouth of his, and then I looked up and watched Rick, his face a mask of cocky pleasure, as he pounded his friend mercilessly.

"Smack his ass," I commanded. And Rick pulled back for a second and landed a slap on Jon's ass that was so loud it echoed through the bedroom. Just then I shot my load into Jon's mouth; and it surprised me that it happened so fast, and I held my breath savoring the unexpected orgasm, and then, seconds later, Rick pulled out of Jon and shot a massive load all over his back.

I pulled Rick to me and kissed him deeply and we held each other as we came back from the brink to reality.

After I came, Jon pulled off my prick and lay on the bed, his cock jutting straight up and without saying word, he began beating off. Rick and I joined him on either side of the bed and held him until he came, shooting a geyser of jizz all over his belly. While he came he cursed like a sailor and I had to laugh. This coming from the angelic voiced guy in the choir.

Christmas Eve In The Morning

Christmas Eve dawned gray, it snowed all through the night and more was on it's way.

I woke from my slumber to find Rick at my cock, working on my morning wood; meanwhile, Jon was laying next to me, casually stroking his rail-splitter. "Morning," he said nonchalantly. I stretched my arms and said, "Morning boys."

Rick sucked me off to a fine orgasm and then I returned the favor.

As Rick was shooting his morning load into my mouth, Jon blasted a gallon of cum onto the both of us... and that's how we rang in Christmas Eve, 1987.

After we showered, I helped Rick strip the bed and replace the linens, "Maybe we better Scotch-Guard these sheets", he joked.
And then, over coffee and eggs that Jon had prepared, we discussed the day's activities.

Jon was due at the coffee house he worked at on Pearl Street by nine, but they were closing up shop early today, so he'd be home by noon.

"Right then," I said, Rick and I will fix dinner!

Two hours later, a frozen pre-cooked turkey defrosting, stuffing made, potatoes and rolls prepared and ready to warm up at the appropriate time, Rick and I abandoned the kitchen and sat down in the living room by the tree. I reached under the tree and pulled a small box out from the pile of presents and gave it to him.

"An early gift", I said .

He smiled and undid the wrapping and opened the box, "A pocket watch!" He said holding the watch up by the chain.

"Open it", I said. I watched as he flipped the clock's cover and read the inscription inside.

"Love in the nick of time", he read out loud.

And then we drew into each other's arms and kissed.

TO BE CONTINUED