father eyed all the bands in the case.
“Why? It’s Christmas. You should get her a huge rock.”
My father turned and smiled at me.
“That’s just not your mom, son. We were married with a gold band. Hell, we couldn’t afford anything back then. That ring is special to her.”
The salesperson came back with a silver box and my father cracked it open, smiling at the plain gold band inside. He picked it up gently, like it was breakable, and tilted it in the light.
“It’s perfect,” he said.
“So, where does Mom think her ring is?”
Dad’s face turned beet red.
“Oh no, you took it and didn’t tell her?”
“She thinks it’s lost.” My dad smiled at me with a sheepish grin.
“You are so dead,” I pointed at him.
When we got back, we had a quick dinner with my parents before they headed out for their Christmas Eve party. I kissed them both on the cheek and told them to have a good time. Terry was washing up in the shower, so I started a fire. I grabbed some blankets from my room and then stopped in my tracks. On my nightstand was a box of condoms topped with a red bow. I picked up the card and opened it.
Safety first! We’ll be back by one. Have fun!
“Seriously?”
I turned to find Terry with a towel wrapped around his hips. My mouth watered immediately.
“Nice gift, huh?” I gestured to the box.
“It will be if you use them.” Terry locked his eyes on mine.
I licked my dry lips. “Are you ready for that?”
“Are you?” Terry walked to me slowly.
I closed my eyes as Terry’s hands slid under my thin T-shirt. I put my arms up and he removed it the rest of the way. Warm lips brushed my skin and I tunneled my fingers into Terry’s wet hair.
“I’ve never had sex with a man,” I breathed, as Terry kissed me softly.
“I want you to make love to me.” Terry licked my bottom lip.
I grabbed the box. “Here?”
“No, in front of the fireplace.” Terry began to pull me backwards towards the living room.
“Well, I’m going to have to find something to use as lube—Santa didn’t leave any of that,” I laughed.
“Check your parents’ room,” Terry suggested with a stifled giggle.
“Okay, that’s a visual that isn’t going away anytime soon,” I said, barely avoiding making a gagging noise. “I think I probably have some lotion that will work.”
“Thank God you’re such a devoted metrosexual,” Terry teased.
“Or we could just skip it…” I suggested with an arched brow. That got his attention.
“No, no, that’s good! Could we just get on with it, though?” he whispered huskily, running his hand down my chest.
I rummaged through my bag and we moved to the fireplace. I looked around the living room. If there was ever a perfect setting, it was this one. I kept my eyes on Terry as I undid the button on my pants. I slid the zipper down and let my pants pool around my feet. I removed my boxers and stood naked in the living room. I stared at Terry in the light of the fire. His hand moved slowly to the towel tucked in at his waist. It flowed down his legs and landed at his feet. I swallowed the lump in my throat as Terry put a blanket on the floor and stretched out on his back.
The Christmas tree lights were blinking; they flashed red and green across his beautiful skin. I leaned over and kissed the soft skin of his stomach, gliding my tongue across the ridges of his abs. My hands smoothed over his sides as I tasted him. Terry’s back arched as my tongue slid lower, dipping into his warm slit and lapping the pearly beads of precum. I licked my lips slowly as I lifted my head, looking at him. His thighs were almost shaking as I spread them out, nestling between his legs. I pushed down between them, keeping my eyes focused on his. I wrapped my hands around his thighs as I leaned down to lick his balls. Terry spread his legs further and his head went back, a low moan escaping his throat as I lapped at the tip of his weeping cock, my finger massaging his hole.
“Why? It’s Christmas. You should get her a huge rock.”
My father turned and smiled at me.
“That’s just not your mom, son. We were married with a gold band. Hell, we couldn’t afford anything back then. That ring is special to her.”
The salesperson came back with a silver box and my father cracked it open, smiling at the plain gold band inside. He picked it up gently, like it was breakable, and tilted it in the light.
“It’s perfect,” he said.
“So, where does Mom think her ring is?”
Dad’s face turned beet red.
“Oh no, you took it and didn’t tell her?”
“She thinks it’s lost.” My dad smiled at me with a sheepish grin.
“You are so dead,” I pointed at him.
When we got back, we had a quick dinner with my parents before they headed out for their Christmas Eve party. I kissed them both on the cheek and told them to have a good time. Terry was washing up in the shower, so I started a fire. I grabbed some blankets from my room and then stopped in my tracks. On my nightstand was a box of condoms topped with a red bow. I picked up the card and opened it.
Safety first! We’ll be back by one. Have fun!
“Seriously?”
I turned to find Terry with a towel wrapped around his hips. My mouth watered immediately.
“Nice gift, huh?” I gestured to the box.
“It will be if you use them.” Terry locked his eyes on mine.
I licked my dry lips. “Are you ready for that?”
“Are you?” Terry walked to me slowly.
I closed my eyes as Terry’s hands slid under my thin T-shirt. I put my arms up and he removed it the rest of the way. Warm lips brushed my skin and I tunneled my fingers into Terry’s wet hair.
“I’ve never had sex with a man,” I breathed, as Terry kissed me softly.
“I want you to make love to me.” Terry licked my bottom lip.
I grabbed the box. “Here?”
“No, in front of the fireplace.” Terry began to pull me backwards towards the living room.
“Well, I’m going to have to find something to use as lube—Santa didn’t leave any of that,” I laughed.
“Check your parents’ room,” Terry suggested with a stifled giggle.
“Okay, that’s a visual that isn’t going away anytime soon,” I said, barely avoiding making a gagging noise. “I think I probably have some lotion that will work.”
“Thank God you’re such a devoted metrosexual,” Terry teased.
“Or we could just skip it…” I suggested with an arched brow. That got his attention.
“No, no, that’s good! Could we just get on with it, though?” he whispered huskily, running his hand down my chest.
I rummaged through my bag and we moved to the fireplace. I looked around the living room. If there was ever a perfect setting, it was this one. I kept my eyes on Terry as I undid the button on my pants. I slid the zipper down and let my pants pool around my feet. I removed my boxers and stood naked in the living room. I stared at Terry in the light of the fire. His hand moved slowly to the towel tucked in at his waist. It flowed down his legs and landed at his feet. I swallowed the lump in my throat as Terry put a blanket on the floor and stretched out on his back.
The Christmas tree lights were blinking; they flashed red and green across his beautiful skin. I leaned over and kissed the soft skin of his stomach, gliding my tongue across the ridges of his abs. My hands smoothed over his sides as I tasted him. Terry’s back arched as my tongue slid lower, dipping into his warm slit and lapping the pearly beads of precum. I licked my lips slowly as I lifted my head, looking at him. His thighs were almost shaking as I spread them out, nestling between his legs. I pushed down between them, keeping my eyes focused on his. I wrapped my hands around his thighs as I leaned down to lick his balls. Terry spread his legs further and his head went back, a low moan escaping his throat as I lapped at the tip of his weeping cock, my finger massaging his hole.
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