Home For Christmas (Patreon)

I could’ve been anywhere else, but I decided to come home during the Christmas holidays. My mind made me regret my decision to come here just as I entered the city where my parents lived. Ever since I moved away for college two years ago, I haven’t returned here even once.

I could’ve been partying in some club if I hadn’t planned to come here. I thought to myself. But who was I kidding?

But the truth was, my ass would be back at my apartment, fapping to some hot amateur porn.

Being young and being constantly horny go hand in hand. I mean, what can you expect from a 20-year-old like me?

I had just jerked off last night. Ummm… The tip of my dick was sore and reddish, and I stroked myself until that sweet nectar cascaded down my shaft and fell on my legs, chest, or tummy. I scooped it all up and ate it all. I loved the taste and scent of cum, so I never let it go to waste when I jerked off, and if I was hooking up with a guy, I’d tell them in advance that I wanted them to fill my mouth up with every single drop.

The drive home for college was long. It allowed me to think about all the memories I had about the place. My life in this city was, for the most part, pretty ordinary and boring, except for a couple of dirty things I did while exploring my sexuality. And one of those moments was why I was dreading coming here.

As I turned the corner, my stomach started tightening. I knew he would be there. The more I thought about him, the harder my cock got. I shouldn't have felt this way about him, but I couldn't help it. He was the first guy I had sucked, and I think it was his first blowjob as well. That was where it all started; my love for Cum had begun with him. His name was Dean; he was the son of my dad’s best friend.

Since they often hung out together, Dean and I had also become really good friends.

The memories started to pour in, and my heart rate went into overdrive. What would happen if I saw him again? For fuck’s sake, there was no chance I was going to avoid him. I pulled over to calm my nerves, resting my head on the steering wheel. Thinking about it all was making me both horny and nervous. I shouldn't have drunk that night two years ago.

* * * * *

Dad opened the door and welcomed me into the house. I was glad that he came over and gave me a hug. I could hear my mom down the hall, laughing and giggling on the phone.

I peeked into the kitchen to say hi to her, and then I ran upstairs and threw my bags on the floor.

My old room was just as I left it, except it was now the entertainment room. I’d just arrived, and I was already looking forward to heading back to my lonely apartment. I didn’t want to be here; I just wanted to get away.

I heard some chatter and laughter from downstairs when I looked out. I found out that Dean’s parents were here. Apparently, Dad and Mom had invited them over for Christmas Eve, and then we were going to their place the next day. Which meant that Dean would be here anytime soon too. I decided to go out of the house, so I didn’t have to face him one-on-one.

I grabbed my bottle of lube from my bag and made my way downstairs. Just as I opened the back door, Dean arrived in his car.

Fuck! He walked out of his car and made his way to the door. I was standing at the door like a statue.

He spotted me and smiled weakly, then looked away. Not the welcome I wanted but expected. He had curly brown hair; he was a little over 5'8 and looked really good even after waking up. There was no chance I could resist him, and that is what I regret to this day. I felt my face flush with embarrassment as the image and taste of his cock flashed in my mind.

"What’s up, Nate?" He said as he removed his shoes, trying his best to avoid eye contact.

“I’m fine. How have you been doing?" I asked, holding the door open for him.

“I’m fine too.” He passed by after that, and we didn’t say anything other than that. I got that he was feeling awkward about the whole thing too.

This is why I wanted to avoid meeting him alone. I dashed out of the door, jumped in my car, and drove to a place where I knew I wouldn’t be disturbed.

* * * * *

I drove up to my grandfather's old house, not far away from home, a place where I often spent my time when I was upset. I just wanted to be alone. Now, it stayed close most of the time, and Dad used the place as storage.

I reached under a heavy rock and found the key.

I was alone at last. I collapsed onto the old, comfy sofa and started unbuttoning my pants. Riding back home and the encounter with Dean had been exhausting, and I needed a release.

My hand snaked down to my cock. I took pleasure in feeling myself up. My pants landed around my ankles.

I put my earphones on, and I opened one of my favorite posters' pages. He posted really good amateur videos that he found on the internet. I jerked my cock as I looked for a good view for a good five minutes. I got a call from my dad but decided to ignore it because I was going to go back home soon and he was probably calling me for dinner or something.

I played a video that was recorded in a bedroom. The video wasn’t clear, but it was enough to make my dick throb with excitement.

The top was standing naked on the bed, while the bottom was sucking his cock. His cock looked so good, but I couldn’t tell if it was cut or uncut. If I were in that bottom’s place, I'd have let the top fuck me any way he wanted.

I stroked my dick faster when they changed positions, and the top started pumping his dick into the bottom’s ass. Top pinned the lucky bottom down as he drove his dick in his ass. His balls slapped against the bottom’s ass.

I placed the phone on the cushion, turning my head to watch as I jacked my cock.

My body was getting warm; I felt a tingle in my balls. I stroked my balls while I pumped my cock in a nice, steady rhythm. I wish I had another pair of hands to finger my ass.

I shaved my nuts and kept my hole smooth too. I stopped playing with my balls and decided to finger my ass a little.

I was in the middle of thrusting my finger in and out while moaning. That's when the phone beeped, with the notification that the battery was just 5%.

I tried to jerk off faster and cum before the phone could switch off. I figured I had a good five minutes.

That’s when I heard a loud tap on the floor. "Having fun?” A voice came from the doorway.

I looked towards the door to see Dean leaning against the door frame.

I hastily pulled up my pants and reached for my phone to shut it off. I tripped over my pants and landed face-first on the dirty floor. "What the fuck are you doing here? Get out of here!" I shouted from the floor. Dean just chuckled but remained standing there.

I pushed myself up, grabbing my pants and pulling them in place. "Well, I didn’t come here on my own; your dad sent me to bring you back because you didn’t answer his call."

I noticed he had picked up my phone. I couldn't read his expression. "Is this what you're into?" he said, showing me the video.

"Hey, you’re not supposed to see that?" I reached for my phone, but his hand held me back. I tried to push him away, but he wouldn't budge, and he was stronger than me. "Give my phone back," I demanded.

He stood there, twisting his face as if he hadn't seen anything like it before. He threw the phone on the sofa and looked at me with confused eyes.

"I can't believe you're actually gay," he said, lowering his hand and stepping back to the doorway.

"I've been gay for a long time, Dean, don't you remember?" I said.

My nose flared, and my cheeks were red with anger.

"What are you talking about?" he said as he flung his hands in the air.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about. My last day in this city before leaving for college, you and I and a bunch of our friends got drunk.

Dean was trying to remember. He shook his head slowly, crossing his arms tightly. His chest was broad.

"You know what happened; don't act like you don't remember," I said as I sat on the sofa.

"I was too drunk that night, but I could faintly rememb--"

"Yes, we were drunk, but it happened; I sucked your cock."

"Man, oh man, I still can’t believe that it actually happened, it feels like a blurry dream to me," he kept saying over and over again, but he knew what I said was true.

He finally admitted it. "It was just a one-time thing, okay? I'm not gay; I was just too drunk and too horny, and I think you were too." I didn't know what to say. I was the only one who hadn’t drunk as much as him and the other guys that night, but I was still a bit drunk.

“It was actually my first time sucking a cock," I said.

“I don’t remember it well but I guess you did a good job.” He stayed silent for a couple of seconds before speaking again. "Actually, it was my first time getting my cock sucked too.”

My dick was hard now, remembering that night, and I couldn’t think straight, no pun. Fuck, I wondered if his cum would still taste as tasty as it had at that time. And that fact that he had disturbed my session and prevented me from cumming was making me want to cum even more.

After not talking to him for 2 years, I hoped that my attraction to him would disappear, but it was still there. Just looking at him made my cock throb.

I inched closer to him, placing my hands on his broad shoulders. He stepped back a little and later relaxed as I rubbed his shoulders and back. There were no words, just a simple show of affection from one friend to another.

Then suddenly, he turned and wrapped his strong arms around my waist, throwing me off balance.

I froze, not knowing what to do next. He feverishly unbuckled my pants and tried to pull them down. I looked down, and he was ripping them from my body. "Wait, wait, wa--." Before I could stop him, he pushed my pants to my ankles and reached for my cock. Dean grabbed my ass, pulling me into him.

I felt his lips wrap around my now-erect dick. I moaned as he swirled his tongue around my tip, then bobbed his head up and down my shaft. I held on to his shoulder for support. With both hands, he squeezed my ass, kneading my cheeks and pushing my cock deeper into his mouth.

I tried to speak, but my words got lost on the way out. His technique was impressive. He pumped my cock in and out of his mouth.

My balls slapped against his chin. With each thrust, I arched my back, driving deeper into his warm mouth.

I pulled out for a few seconds, giving him a chance to breathe. My cock dangled over his face. I grabbed my tip and traced his lips with my tip. I could see the line of pre-cum ooze out, pooling on his lips.

"Your turn," he said, flipping me onto my back on the couch. He stood over me, taking his time to release his cock. I waited in anticipation. I reached up to help, but he pushed my hand away each time and grinned. When the jeans finally came down, I was stunned; he’d gotten bigger.

I parted my lips, ready to receive him. He eased down on top of me.

"Suck it," he demanded. His balls covered my chin as he sat on my face. I took my tongue, gently running it across his tip. He flinched as my tongue crossed the frenulum. I held down his hips as I lapped my tongue around his shaft.

He squirmed with pleasure. Moans escaped his lips: "Fuck yeah." At the same time, he started stroking the rest of his shaft with his fingers. With each stroke, a drop of precum splashed across my lips, it was warm and salty. But a few seconds later, he got up and climbed off of me.

"Come back," I said playfully, turning and chasing him on all fours across the room. He sat on the couch next to me; his balls were planted on the soft material as his cock stood at attention, glistening with my saliva.

He peered out the window, not wanting to make eye contact. I reached down to grab his cock; he clutched my hand, holding it tightly. I looked up to a worried Dean.

"What's wrong?" I asked, taking a seat beside him. I wrapped my arm around his back and placed my head against his, hoping to read his mind.

"I lied to you when I said I didn't remember. I was drunk, but I remember." Dean spoke. “I actually enjoyed what we had done that night. I enjoyed it very much.”

I nodded. I thought it'd be best to let him talk it out. He looked over at me with a confused look. I kissed him gently on his forehead and ran my hands through his thick, curly brown hair.

As much as I wanted him inside me, he needed me in a different way. We just sat there for a couple more minutes before heading back home.

* * * * *

My time was winding down, and in a few hours, I'd be heading back to college. Things didn't turn out so bad after all. I reconnected with Dean. He filled me in on his experiments with a guy he had met on some dating app.

I made a mental note to check out that app when I got home. I couldn't help but pause as I packed my clothes. I wanted things to go further between us that night, but nothing of that sort of happened, mainly because we were always surrounded by our families. I wondered if he was feeling the same as well.

My dick was aching for some playtime as I thought about Dean. No one was home, so I thought I’d have a little playtime.

The doorbell rang; I wasn't expecting anyone. Maybe if I ignored it, they'd go away.

Whoever was at the door decided to just walk in. "Nate," the booming voice called out. Of course, it was Dean.

"Daean, what are you doing here?" I asked, walking into the living room where he was standing.

"I just wanted to check up on you before you left."

"Well, here I am." I chuckled.

"You look nice today," he smirked. “Why don’t we go out for a little brunch before you leave?"

“Sounds like a good idea, lemme get ready first.” I headed straight for the bathroom mirror. I hadn't done my morning prep. My hair was messy, and I was only wearing my shorts.

That’s when I noticed something out the window. I peered out where my parent’s neighbor, a guy in his 30s, was mowing his lawn.

He’d just taken off his shirt. His body glistened as the sun beat down on his bulging muscles; sweat collected down the front of his jeans, making a nice wet spot.

I stood at the window, marveling at how his muscles moved when he moved. Every now and again, he'd glance up at me. I figured he knew I was watching, and he decided to put on a show for me.

With my cock in hand, I jerked it slowly. I imagined Dean behind me grinding away at my ass. His dick pushing up against me… wanting to enter. I closed my eyes to create my fantasy. It was me and Dean doing the nasty while watching the neighbor. That'd be so hot. With my free hand, I pinched my nipples. I wanted to taste him. I opened my eyes and realized the neighbor had disappeared. Maybe he went inside.

I tried to look out the window to see him, but he was nowhere. That’s when the bathroom door, which I hadn’t closed properly, opened, and in came Dean. “I caught you in the act again," Dean said with a mischievous look in his eyes.

"Yeah, I don't think I learned my lesson the last time. Maybe you should teach it to me again, this time I want to make sure it sinks in real good," I said as I leaned into his chest. He wrapped his strong arms around me tightly, kissing me on the lips.

He reached down into my shorts, helping himself to two handfuls of ass cheeks. I took my time working my way down his chest to his pink nipples with my mouth. He winced as I took a bite.

He moved his hand to the back of my neck but kept the other hand firmly on my ass, caressing it; his hand then moved down the crack of my ass. He fingerfucked me with his pinky.

When my knees started giving in, he pulled me away from the window, bent me over on the sink, and yanked down my shorts. It happened so quickly; he spread my cheeks, diving head first into my ass, his tongue deep inside me.

My heart raced. My body had never experienced such a rush of pleasure. It was too much. I squirmed, moving side to side, there was no escaping his tongue.

After a few minutes of him eating my ass, it was time to go. He opened me up well. I was ready for his meat; I wanted it now, dirty and rough.

"I want you to fuck me, Dean," I said as I placed my hands against the wall, hoisting my ass in the air on all fours. I spread my cheeks so he could get a good look at what he was about to destroy. He was big and thick.

I relaxed.

He moved in, fingering my ass first with one, two, and then three fingers.

"Where's the lube?" he said, looking around the room.

"Just fucking spit on it."

He dove back in with his tongue, making my hole wet and ready for his cock.

And then I felt him place the head in. My body tensed as it stretched my ass. I pushed up, arching my back.

He teased me for a few minutes, poking in and taking it out, inching his cock into my hole little by little. And then, in one motion, he rammed my ass, sending me rushing forward away from his dick.

"Damn," I said as I turned my head and smiled at him. He smiled back, holding his dick in my ass. “Yeah, fuck me!” I cried out.

And he did. His thrust was quick and smooth, but he took care to not hurt me by going too fast. He felt better than I expected, partly because his cock wasn’t what it was when I sucked it two years ago. I let him take control of my body, his hands on my hips, pulling my ass back to slam his cock into my hole.

"That's right, take it." He moaned as his thrust kept on going.

As moans and grunts echoed in the room, the engine of the car roared down the driveway.

"Oh shit," I said with a moan. "It's my dad." Dean’s rhythm didn't skip a beat. He held my ass in place, fucking me faster. I didn't want to stop either; who cares if we get caught?

"Nate!" Dad shouted from the front yard. I didn't answer; I couldn't.

"Nate, are you up there?" My dad called again. What the hell did he want? I thought. Dean continued forcing his dick down my hole. I knew that Dean was close, and I wanted him to fill me up.

I wanted to drain it from his balls. I pointed to the door. Dean looked back and then back at me with a puzzled look.

We couldn't talk, we had to be quiet. I made a turning gesture. He got the idea. He tried to lean back to push in the knob to lock the door. Even with his long wingspan, he couldn't reach that far; he didn't want his dick to leave my ass.

"Fuck," he whispered, pulling out my ass.

He ran quickly over to the door, dick swinging and all, locking it. He double-checked for good measure.

He lifted one of my legs in his arm and slid his dick in slowly back in. His feet were planted firmly on the floor, while my dad was downstairs. Shit was hot. As he pushed inside me, I fought the urge to make my pleasure known.

Dean had all seven inches inside me. Pleasure my special spot sending shocks through my body.

He let go of my leg, grabbed my hips, and hammered my ass. As his balls slapped against my ass.

A grunt escaped my lips.

His aggressiveness sent me over the edge. I couldn't hold back any longer. I let out a moan.

“Ssshh,” he said, as my cries grew louder. He placed his hand over my mouth.

I heard the sound of footsteps, and my eyes widened.

"Stop, stop," I said in a low voice. He was close and couldn't bear to stop fucking me.

I cried out softly and there was a knock at the door. "Nate, are you OK?”

“Uh huh.”

"Are you sure you’re OK?"

"Yeah," I said hurriedly. "Just working it out."

"Great, how about I come in and join you?."

"I'm almost done, just trying to push through some pushups."

"Ok, I’ll be in the garage," he said, heading back downstairs.

"Oh, he will," Dean whispered as he leaned back, thrusting quickly behind me.

His motions quickened, and I could feel him reach deeper into me with each thrust. I stroked my cock, I was getting close too. His grunts got louder, his grip on my waist got tighter, and I felt him explode in me. As I fell to my knees, he was still inside me, filling me up with his juices. We lay there winded.

He eased out of me; his dick was coated with his cum. Fuck it, it was worth it, especially when I felt his cum flow out of my ass.

* * * * *

We made our way downstairs. Dean took a seat on the couch, and I headed for the kitchen, and that’s when Dad came back into the house. He chatted with Dean before coming into the kitchen.

"How was the workout, son?" Dad asked.

"Intense," I said, blowing air from my lungs.

"Well, that's the best workout."

"Yeah, I agree," I said, holding in my laughter. I returned to a red-faced Dean as my dad followed behind.

My last day home was a memorable one. Dean promised to come up and see me at the college. I told him to get a hotel room because we both wanted a round two, three and don't know how many more in a place where nobody could disturb us.