Jingle Bell Cock
NSFW WARNING
I would like nothing more than to be sitting on my own couch right now, watching something festive, except I promised my friend I’d join her at this lame Christmas party. I usually like parties, but I don’t recognize anybody here. So, instead of mingling, I’ve decided to sit on this cramped couch and get wasted on cheap beer. That is, of course, until I saw him.
Maybe it’s the beer and maybe it's the Christmas spirit, but before I know it we’re both stumbling into the cramped half-bathroom, his hands on me as soon as I get the door. One grips my shirt and one my waist, pulling me into a sloppy kiss. His hands soon snakes up my shirt, stroking my chest and toying with my hard nipples.
I moan into his mouth and he breaks the kiss, lifting my shirt above my head. I do the same to him, and once again his mouth is on me, this time my neck. He peppers kisses from my jawline down to my collarbones and I hum into his hair, hands roaming his chest.
I pull away and get onto my knees, dragging down his pants, hard-on visible through his jeans. I kiss along his inner thighs and pull down his underwear. Gripping the base of his dick, I lick the tip painfully slow. He groans and grinds into my hand as I stroke his length. I swirl my tongue around the tip and start bobbing on his cock, his hands gripping my hair, pushing my head down onto him.
I sink in my cheeks and take his whole length, dick hitting the back of my throat. He pants and lightly tugs on my hair, eliciting a sharp moan from me. He fucks my face, thrusting into my mouth, saliva dripping down my face and onto my chest. His grip tightens on my hair and lets out a long and drawn out moan, pulling my head off of his cock and coming all over my face.
His hand moves from my hair to my mouth and I suck on his fingers. With his other hand he pulls down my pants and spreads my cheeks, soon feeling his cold, wet fingers on my hole. He circles around it until he inserts one digit, and soon two. He pumps in and out and grips my ass tightly with his free hand. I whimper under him, pushing myself onto his fingers, craving friction, until he pulls out. I whine at the empty feeling until he flips me onto the counter and roughly pushes himself into me.
He pounds into my ass, cursing and moaning my name. I do the same only louder, not caring if the others at the party hear. He grabs my hair and pulls at it, making me shout his name. He grasps my hips, pulling me up and down onto him as I push back onto his dick. The sounds of skin slapping and moaning fills the room, drowning out the sounds of Christmas music.
His moaning gets louder and his movements sloppier. He reaches for my dick, giving it quick, short strokes. I melt into his touch as I feel myself reaching closer and closer to my climax. He thrusts one last time, burying his cock deep inside of me, and comes a second time. He continues pumping my dick until I come as well, shooting my load all over my chest.
I would like nothing more than to be sitting on my own couch right now, watching something festive, except I promised my friend I’d join her at this lame Christmas party. I usually like parties, but I don’t recognize anybody here. So, instead of mingling, I’ve decided to sit on this cramped couch and get wasted on cheap beer. That is, of course, until I saw him.
Maybe it’s the beer and maybe it's the Christmas spirit, but before I know it we’re both stumbling into the cramped half-bathroom, his hands on me as soon as I get the door. One grips my shirt and one my waist, pulling me into a sloppy kiss. His hands soon snakes up my shirt, stroking my chest and toying with my hard nipples.
I moan into his mouth and he breaks the kiss, lifting my shirt above my head. I do the same to him, and once again his mouth is on me, this time my neck. He peppers kisses from my jawline down to my collarbones and I hum into his hair, hands roaming his chest.
I pull away and get onto my knees, dragging down his pants, hard-on visible through his jeans. I kiss along his inner thighs and pull down his underwear. Gripping the base of his dick, I lick the tip painfully slow. He groans and grinds into my hand as I stroke his length. I swirl my tongue around the tip and start bobbing on his cock, his hands gripping my hair, pushing my head down onto him.
I sink in my cheeks and take his whole length, dick hitting the back of my throat. He pants and lightly tugs on my hair, eliciting a sharp moan from me. He fucks my face, thrusting into my mouth, saliva dripping down my face and onto my chest. His grip tightens on my hair and lets out a long and drawn out moan, pulling my head off of his cock and coming all over my face.
His hand moves from my hair to my mouth and I suck on his fingers. With his other hand he pulls down my pants and spreads my cheeks, soon feeling his cold, wet fingers on my hole. He circles around it until he inserts one digit, and soon two. He pumps in and out and grips my ass tightly with his free hand. I whimper under him, pushing myself onto his fingers, craving friction, until he pulls out. I whine at the empty feeling until he flips me onto the counter and roughly pushes himself into me.
He pounds into my ass, cursing and moaning my name. I do the same only louder, not caring if the others at the party hear. He grabs my hair and pulls at it, making me shout his name. He grasps my hips, pulling me up and down onto him as I push back onto his dick. The sounds of skin slapping and moaning fills the room, drowning out the sounds of Christmas music.
His moaning gets louder and his movements sloppier. He reaches for my dick, giving it quick, short strokes. I melt into his touch as I feel myself reaching closer and closer to my climax. He thrusts one last time, burying his cock deep inside of me, and comes a second time. He continues pumping my dick until I come as well, shooting my load all over my chest.