A Holiday Collection

THANKSGIVING


WHEN SKYLER AWOKE THE NEXT morning his eyes immediately snapped open, remembering what Keith had said the night before. Keith’s arms were still wrapped around him, his shaggy head still lying heavily on Skyler’s chest.

Last night, after they had made love, Keith had sleepily said, “Love you” to Skyler before he succumbed to slumber. And it had taken a long time for Skyler to fall asleep after that. Had he really said he loved Skyler? Did he mean it?

Panic welled in his chest. No, he chided himself. Maybe he hadn’t meant it that way. Maybe he had meant it in a bro sort of way. “Love ya, man” or “love this.” Or…

“Skyler? Why are you so tense?”

He looked down and Keith was looking up at him with those lovely blue eyes. “I’m not tense,”

he lied.

Keith pushed himself up, hands positioned on either side of Skyler’s hips. “Yes, you are. I can feel it. Is it your arm? Is it hurting you?”

Skyler immediately put a hand on his sling, adjusting the injured shoulder. “No. It’s okay.”

“Good.” Keith gave him a lazy smile. He looked down at Skyler’s nude body on display beneath him. “Then just lie back. I’ll take care of things.”

“Oh?” He watched as Keith slithered down his torso, kissing the blond treasure trail down to his pubic hair, where Keith nuzzled it with his

nose. Maybe he had been tense but his dick certainly took an interest and jerked awake.

Keith was still smiling, even as his nose teased the sensitive hair curling at the base of Skyler’s cock. “Pubic hair should never be this color.”

“What’s wrong with the color?”

“Nothing. It’s just so… blond.”

“What are you implying?” He threaded the fingers of his good hand through the platinum locks draping over his forehead. “It just proves I’m a natural blond.”

“Mmm. It’s beautiful. Just like your dick.”

He gave Skyler’s interested cock a good hard lick, which stiffened it all the more.

His warm, wet tongue made a leisure perusal of it and he kept making low sounds of appreciation deep in his throat. Finally, he took the base of Skyler’s cock in a firm grip and aimed it toward his mouth. But instead of sucking it, he teased it, just running the crown slowly over his moistened, parted lips.

Skyler watched, rapt. Keith’s hair fell over his forehead in sexy disarray and his heavy brows drew down in concentration.

Kissing the head of Skyler’s prick, Keith then licked it, letting the flat of his tongue perform long licks from root to tip before his lips teased around the ridge of the crown.

The sensation shot down Skyler’s thighs and up his crack. His hole pulsed with anticipation.

He wanted Keith’s fingers there, but he was too absorbed in sudden overstimulation to make his mouth ask for it. Skyler arched his back, hips

propelling off the bed. He tossed his head back and forth, eyes pressed closed. “Shit, Keith...come on.”

The man slurped all over his cock and finally took it into his mouth, laving the underside with his tongue and finally closed his lips over it, sucking.

Skyler pushed it deeper into Keith’s mouth and sighed at the hot moist sensation, when all at once his cock slipped from that warm cavern where he wanted it most and the cold air hit his wet flesh.

He snapped his eyes open and saw Keith getting up onto his knees, straddling Skyler’s thighs. His large hand wrapped around his own reddened dick and he began stroking before he bent down over Skyler’s groin again.

That hot mouth closed over Skyler’s cock and sucked while twirling his tongue over the shaft. Skyler gasped from the trill roiling in his belly. It was the way Keith was moving his head, stretching his jaw, eyes closed in rapturous concentration.

Skyler clutched the sheets, groaning. This was so wonderful, so exquisite. So much better because it was Keith doing it.

The thought trickled cold water on the proceedings until Keith made a long sucking pull on him, and he could hear the wet filthy sounds of Keith’s sliding grip on his own dick. He forgot any other misgivings, lost in what the man was doing to him. He didn’t realize that he’d grasped Keith’s head and rocked his hips into his face. Keith’s eyes were closed. Skyler tried not to force his cock down Keith’s throat but he could barely hold himself back when he felt the coiling begin in his balls.

“Keith, I’m close. So close.”

The man doubled his efforts, sucking hard now as he bobbed his head faster, his hand moving swiftly on his own cock. Skyler wished he could see it, wished he could watch, but from his angle, all he saw was that arm moving relentlessly.