Like Jacob Marley's Ghost ...

Christmas morning, 1987 - very early.

I woke around 5:30 with morning wood, which was surprising considering the amount of sex I'd had the past few days. But on the other hand, how could I not be hard when on either side of me, on the pullout sofa bed, lay two beautiful guys so full of the rising sap of youth, they kept this 29 year old guy feeling like he was 18.

Jon was on his back, his arms tucked under his head, his bare chest slowly rising and falling in the dim multi color glow of the Christmas tree lights. Rick was on the other side of me, his head laying on my chest, his reddish-brown hair all askew, his bare ass revealed as he had kicked the blanket off of him sometime during the night.

I let my hand drop to his butt and he sighed softly in his sleep. Just then Jon shifted and turned on his side and pushed his back into me. I put my left arm gently around his shoulder and closed my eyes ... I drifted back to Christmases past ... to that Christmas morning in 1977 when I woke up in the living room of that rich Hollywood producer, me and Aaron and a bunch of other guys crashed out on the sofas and floor of the producer's place - or that Christmas night I spent in a flea-bag motel with Andy and Chris, the three of us fucking each other silly through the night - there were dozens of other memories, linking me to my sordid past like the chains that Jacob Marley's ghost was doomed to wear for an eternity ...

I came out of my revere as my cock was being toyed with.

Jon was slowly squeezing my rod. I turned and saw that he had shifted and was facing me, his eyes still heavy with sleep. I let my hand travel under the covers and found his thick piece which was stiff and warm and squeezed it gently as a trace of his pre-cum drizzled onto my fist.

Shifting some, I turned to my side and lay facing him while Rick moved and spooned me.

Jon's eyes were half open, and he smiled faintly as I continued caressing his staff. Then he moved in closer and cupped my balls in his hands and with great care, he massaged my sack ... I let my left hand travel up his chest until I found his right nipple which I circled as it grew as hard as a diamond cutter's tool.

He pulled in closer until we were embracing, arms around each other, while we slowly began to grind our hips, our cocks responding to the friction and warmth from each other's bodies - and while the spirit was willing; a few moments later we drifted back into a doze...

When I woke again, it was to the sensation of hands firmly kneading my back. Rick was straddled and massaging me. Next to an orgasm, it was probably one of the finest ways to be roused from slumber, and I moaned in grateful appreciation.

As his hands traversed my back, I felt another set of hands working on my legs. Jon was massaging them, and I closed my eyes as the boys rubbed me into a state of bliss.

After about twenty minutes of this pleasure, I felt Rick lay on top of me, his cock wedged between my ass crack. He began to slowly dry hump me. Before too long, I felt his morning sap begin to drizzle down my ass cheeks and then he rolled off of me and lay at my side, his cock jutting forth, the head of it all wet and reflecting the holiday lights.

Now it was Jon's turn, and the young stud mounted me and began to move gracefully, like a dancer, as he rubbed his cock above the small of my back until finally he entered me.

I'd never had Jon's cock in my ass, this was new, and the kid deserved it, so I let him have at it.

He fucked me gently and frankly he was doing a good job, so I raised my hips, pushing my ass up to him more . I opened my eyes and saw our reflection in the mirror over the dining room table in the small apartment. While Jon was fucking me, Rick was fingering his ass. The two of them looked like shaggy haired angels bathed in faint holiday lights.

My cock was so hard by now that it ached.

Jon got off of me and now the three of us embraced, hands grasping for pricks, arms wrapped around each other tightly, breathing heavy...one of them bit me on my neck. I reached around felt for Jon's ass and gave it a very firm smack that echoed off the walls like a thudercrack.

With his ass raised to me, I mounted Jon using just a little spit for lube and started ramming him - I felt like I had a year's worth of cum waiting to unload - my god his ass was tight. While I fucked him, Rick got off the sofa bed and stood watching us, stroking his rod, smiling cockily ... I could see long ropes of pre cum falling from his piece.

I grabbed Jon's dark hair and yanked his head back, I spoke for the first time that morning, I greeted Christmas by saying softly, "Oh you tight ass little bitch", and then I gave Jon's rump another hard slap - he moaned loudly and whispered, "yes, yes, yes" over and over... and as the pleasure began to mount in me, my mind went to a million different places and once more I found myself flashing back on prior Yuletide carnal goings on, and for a split second I realized that this morning would be added to my own chain of links...

Then Rick slid back onto the sofa bed and shoved his dick into Jon's mouth and he began fucking his face, holding Jon's head down on his cock - and then our eyes locked for a second and that was all I needed.

As I stared into those emerald green flints I felt my orgasm hit and it took my breath away as the room swam about me a multitude of flashing holiday lights and pre dawn color from the windows, and I watched as Rick's body tensed and his mouth opened as he moaned loudly like a crazed spirit haunting this world, and he shot his load into Jon's mouth causing the kid to gag and cough, but Rick kept his cock in place and then I felt my final wave of pleasure hit and I fell onto Jon's back as he himself was shaking, shooting his seed onto the sheets beneath him...

After we three all had our orgasms, we embraced and kissed. Morning funk breath, the smell of cum and sweat everywhere, we wallowed in our sins and our stench and none of it mattered.

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An hour later, the sun was up and cold gray light filled the living room.

The sofa bed was stripped of it's sheets and folded back up.

The smell of coffee brewing filled the air.

A heavy mist of steam hung in the hallway from the showers that were had.

And then, in t-shirts and old dungarees, the three of us exchanged gifts and sipped coffee and ate bagels. Outside, the snow began again and since the three of us had nowhere to go, we watched, like children from the window as the world became sugar coated. And then, sometime later, we kissed each other and properly wished each other a "Merry Christmas". And as the day wore on, we spent some time in the enclosed hot tub and smoked marijuana and drank wine and laughed ...

... and all was right with the world.