Straight A's | Christmas Special E5 (Patreon)

Everyone is over the age of 18

From Troy’s POV:

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Christmas isn't a big deal to me. I usually just go home because no one else stays on campus during the holidays, and I rather be stuck with my family than no one at all. 

This year though, Joe suggested that we stay together for Christmas and I said yes. It was a no-brainer because I would rather get laid every day than rot in my folks’ basement and eat too much junk food. 

Better yet, if it continues like how it’s been going, I'm going to be laid twice the number of days that I'm staying here. It's been non-stop since the exams finished. Just when I think I need a break, I see Joe’s sweet ass again and just want to pound the fuck out of it.

Especially since he's been messaging his ex. Caleb. That's an asshole name if I’ve ever heard one. Probably pretends to be a goody two-shoe but is an evil motherfucker. I trust Joe, but not him. But since I don't have any control of what that fucker does, I can only do my part in making sure Joe has no reason to look elsewhere.

So, I'll fuck him in the morning. In the shower. While he's cooking. In between episodes of the show we're watching together. Anytime he wants a load, I'll give it to him. I want him to feel the sting of being well-fucked every single day.

“What do you think?” Joe asks as he tiptoes on a kitchen stool to hang up some colourful lights. 

“You're up there all precarity,” I say from the couch, watching him struggle to get the wire to touch the ceiling. “Just let me help you.” 

“Precariously,” he corrects me, then he giggles as I hold his hips. “I want to make the place look nice for our first Christmas together.” 

“You know I don't give two shits about that.” I pull down his sweats. “Why aren't you wearing my boxers? You know I like it when you do.” The tight black briefs are still good. 

“They keep falling off me. Troy!” Joe giggles again as I pull down his underwear to his ankles. “Now, this is dangerous.” 

“I got you,” I reassure him, spreading his firm buttcheeks. “How's it feeling?” 

“A little tender.” I smile at that. I pounded him into the mattress earlier on and he creamed the sheets once again. “Troy…” His hole puckers after I make my first lick. 

“You do your thing. I'll do mine.”

Joe didn't succeed in finishing the lights. He did, however, cum onto the living room floor while standing on the stool. I knew he was going to. My beta loves to get eaten out like a meal. Now, he's on the couch taking a nap. 

I just want to make him happy. As much as he enjoys himself, I find that the sex is still centered on me. Maybe that's why he'll still think of guys like Caleb. You know, guys who are softer around the edges. 

I decided to do a little online shopping to give him a little surprise. My package came a couple days later, and by that time, Joe had us living in one of those holiday setups you see in malls. I'm telling you it was wild the amount of work he put it into making this small apartment festive as fuck. The timing was great too, because Joe had left to get cookies, and that gave me time to get my surprise ready.

The Santa hat is the easiest part of it. The shorts are pretty comfy too, and although the little white fluffy fringe around the leg holes is ridiculous, it does go with the look. The vest is the major problem. I know Santa is supposed to be a grubby dude, but it just looked like shit on me. 

I was trying to figure out how to make it work when I heard Joe coming back in. 

Fuck it. 

I take the red vest off, and chuck it into the corner. I wish I had time to do a couple of pushups for a pump, but Joe is already in the house. I fix my posture and go out to meet him in my Santa get-up. 

“Help!” he pleads and I see him holding way too many grocery bags. So much for just cookies.

“Are you on the nice list?” I say in a deep voice. Fucking cringe, I know. 

“What?” Joe looks up finally from trying to kick off his shoes with no hands. His eyes go from my hat, to the shorts and then to my bare chest. “Holy…” 

“Don't you mean, 'ho ho ho’?” I feel less embarrassed now that I see that my boyfriend is into it. He gets this look in his eyes when he's turned on. A sort of “deer in headlights” mixed with “fuck me now.” 

“Troy,” he drops all the bags with a clunk, “you look so sexy.” He touches my chest and I flex my pecs for him. “Where did you get this?” The fuck me vibes coming from him are immaculate. 

“The North Pole,” I say, grabbing his wrist and placing his hand on my crotch. “Exceptionally warm this year.” 

“That would be the South… ok,” Joe gasps as I flex my hardening cock in his grip. 

“Contradicting Santa would put you on the naughty list.” I advance on him and Joe trips over a bag to back up against the door. I press both palms against the door, one on each side of his head, and watch him tremble in anticipation. “You understand? You can keep touching.” 

“Yes.” Even Joe’s voice trembles. He massages my meat through the ridiculous red shorts, all the while swallowing constantly. With how turned on he is, it looks like my efforts aren’t in vain. And there's still one more part of it.

I lean in to kiss him, and then I turn to walk towards our couch. He follows me, of course, and I pat my lap to tell him to sit on me.

“Wait. First, clothes off.”  

“Oh my god,” Joe giggles as he does what I say. “This is so weirdly hot.” Just as I expected, he's already hard. Seeing him naked makes me want to take off my shorts too. I want him to see that I'm just as turned on by him as he is by me. Naked, I pat my lap again and he climbs onto me.

“Now tell me.” I reach behind him and find the green pointed hat. I put it on his head. “Do you think you've been working hard enough for me?” 

“I hope so.” His small frame vibrates on me as I touch his spine. I kiss him gently, and his hands touch the hair right above my neck that isn't covered by the Santa hat. “This is such a good look for you.” 

“Yeah?” I pull his leg so Joe straddles me instead. “And you've been a good beta all year long.” I push our cocks together and he whimpers. “I think you can get your Christmas bonus.” 

“Oh…oh…” His hands grip my shoulders and my neck. We make out again, and I keep our boners pressed right against each other. 

“I need you to fuck me so bad,” Joe says in my mouth. 

“What's the second thing on your wish list?” I ask, loving every moment of this. 

“That you keep the hat on.” 

I lean down and spit on our cocks. Joes does the same, and we both groan at the feeling of our manhoods slipping and sliding on each other. 

“I love you, Joe,” I say, losing myself to the feeling of frotting with my lover.  Not being able to wait anymore, I lift his ass up and position myself. “You ready?” 

“Yeah,” Joe lowers himself willingly and sits on my dick. “Troy?” 

“Yeah?” I open my mouth as his hot ass takes me in. 

“You're the best. Oh!” He bottoms out on me. 

“Hold on to me,” I say. I need to fuck him. I need to fuck him! He almost falls off as I stand up, then he wraps his thin arms around my neck. “Oh, this is too good,” I moan, holding him by his ass. 

The ass that I'm in. 

The ass I need to fuck.

I hump into him, and Joe tightens his grip around my neck to lean back. I watch his reactions as I thrust into him, using his reliance on me as a way to fuck him hard. 

“Oh…yes…yes!” The green elf hat on him jingles with each pump. “Yes…yes Troy!”

“Yeah?” I don't even notice his weight as I carry him easily. All I want is to keep fucking him. To keep him in this state. 

“Yes!” Joe moans loudly. His hands are getting sweaty, making his grip slip on my neck. Eventually, he wraps both arms around me. “Yes! Yes!” Joe moans in my ear. 

“Yeah?!’ 

“Yeah!” His legs closed around my hips gives me little room to move, but I do it anyway. “Please don't stop. Please don't stop!” 

“Yeah?!” I grunt as I fuck him with all my might. I'm sweating a lot now too, and it makes us so slippery.

“Please don't stop!!!” 

I keep that in my mind as I power through, using his words as a motivation to drill upwards non-stop. 

“Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!!’’ Joe hangs on me tightly. “Oh my god!” I feel hot liquid spurt between us. His dick slides on my abs. “Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't…stop…” His cum drips down to my thighs and I pound him until he melts into senseless moans. “Troy…Troy…Troy…” 

I pull out of him, finally feeling the pain of the exercise, and set him down. Joe gets on his knees and laps his cum off my thigh. 

Dirty beta. 

So fucking dirty. 

“Here.” I scoop his cum off my abs and he opens his mouth wide for me to stick my fingers in. “You want my load, beta?”

“MMM!” Joe looks up at me with those big eyes as he sucks my fingers. I stroke myself quickly, pulling my hand out of his mouth to grab his green hat. “Cum on my face.” 

“AhHh!” I spill a thick load on his face. The look of euphoria that Joe gets when he gets my cum is fucking hot. He takes over stroking my cock for me, and I unload on his cheeks, his eyes and his chin. “Fuck yeah,” I breathe a big sigh at the ultimate finish of the workout. 

“No no no… keep the hat on,” he whines as he watches me pull on it. 

“Okay.” My hair is sweaty, but it's okay. It's for him. Joe kisses my thigh in gratitude, while stroking the last drops out of me. 

Caleb wouldn't have this effect on him. No way.