Christmas Night (Patreon)

The idea for this post came to me as I was in the shower at my parents' house for Christmas, but there was no Jeff there that day. Luckily for you, he's in this story, and there are some photos of me in the VIP Discord server... Happy Holidays 😉

Shutting the door, the noise instantly muffled behind me as I walked down the stairs. Yawning without abandon, I headed down to the basement, navigating a path through a maze of toys that my nieces and nephews had left in their wake. It was almost December 26th, and I was exhausted. I’d stayed up late last night helping my sisters put together all of the toys that Santa had bought for their kids, and then I barely had gotten any sleep at all before I was up again watching them open them in mere seconds.

Luckily for us at breakfast, my parents had a pitcher full of orange juice for the kids, and a separate one that was just for adults. I was pleasantly buzzed for most of the day, opening presents of books and new pots and pans. It was a Christmas miracle that I’d made it through the day without falling asleep under a pile of discarded wrapping paper, but now all that stood between me and my bed was a nice hot shower.

My childhood bedroom upstairs had been turned into a library, but my parents had luckily finished the basement while I was in college, and there were two guest bedrooms down here. I was using one, and the other one was Santa’s workshop from last night.

Letting the water heat up, I pulled off my sweatshirt and jeans, followed by my t-shirt and briefs. Standing in front of the mirror, I checked out what cookies and tequila sunrises had done to my belly, and I shivered a bit before ducking under the thankfully scalding hot water. This was going to be a quick shower, a shower to wash off sweat and wrapping tape residue, but my hands couldn’t resist heading south at least for a few strokes before I stepped out. I’d been aching for release for the past few days, but that would wait until tomorrow, back when I was in my own apartment a couple of hours away.

Once I stepped onto the bathmat, the air felt ten degrees colder in the bathroom than it had earlier, and I tried to dry off as fast as I could so that I could run to the bedroom next door and jump into bed. I was drying my hair when I heard his voice.

“Can I be next?”

Slowly now, I pulled the towel down to see who was here, and I saw Jeff filling the doorway. Jeff had moved into the house next door when I was in high school, and him and my dad became fast friends. He moved for work a few years later, but he stayed in touch with our family. His business trips had him return here every so often, and one aligned with Christmas this year.

“For the shower?”

I’d finally realized that I was still very naked in front of him, and I dropped my towel to wrap around my waist, but Jeff just shrugged it off.

“Sure.”

He didn’t make a move in or out of the bathroom, so I just walked over to the sink and tried to get done with my routine. I rubbed on deodorant as I tried to focus on not looking at the man that filled my dreams when I was younger. He had a young family then and a sexy wife, but he was now divorced.

“You’ve really filled out in the past few years. What gym do you use?”

He was carrying on a casual conversation as if he hadn’t just walked in on me coming out of the shower. I had no choice but to play along, but I did nudge a little bit closer to the vanity to pin my growing cock against the edge of the countertop.

“Just the gym in my apartment building, but I do bike to work which helps.”

“It shows.” He finally took a step forward, grabbing a towel from the basket on the floor and squeezing it in his hands. “Hope you don’t mind that your old man is letting me crash here tonight. I drank a bit more than I thought I would, and he said there’s an extra bed down here?”

“Yeah, there are two guest rooms here, but just a heads up, yours is currently covered in cardboard and wrapping paper. Want me to clean it up for you?”

“Well, we could always…”

As I walked towards the door, we were close enough now for him to reach out and grab the edge of my towel with just enough force to unwrap it from my waist. It fell to the floor around me, and neither of us made a move to pick it up. I didn’t make any moves either as he began pulling off his sweater and those jeans that hugged his frame like a glove. He wasn’t wearing a shirt on underneath his sweater, and those loose boxers weren’t hiding anything now.

“I saw the way you looked at me upstairs, and I knew that I had to make a move.”

“Are you actually too drunk to drive?”

There was that smirk again.

“I’ve only had two beers the entire night.”

Our lips connected now that there was no need for any more talking, and this was better than I’d ever imagined years ago, stroking myself off to fantasies in my twin bed upstairs. He was pushing me back towards the shower, and I broke away from him just long enough to turn the water on again.

As I faced him now, I saw his boxers on the floor and his thick cock in his hands.

“Just give me the word, and it’s yours.”

“Get in the fucking shower.”

As the door closed behind us, muffled Christmas music from upstairs, behind the now locked basement door, covered up Jeff’s moans as I took him inside of me.