It had become the Holidays around Christmas, and both of us were jammed up with family events, and attending to the usual distractions of the season. We had been deprived of opportunities to get off together. Each of us had to be at home with family for Christmas eve, and we had no chance to see each other several days prior to Christmas.
That Christmas eve, it was cold and lonely in my bed, I am sure I managed a wank alone, thinking about Logan and wanting his body pressed up next to mine.
Christmas day was boring for me as a teen. Most of the stores and restaurants were all closed, and all of my friends had left town to visit family. It seemed, there was no possibility of fun to muster up.
Late in the afternoon. I got a phone call from Logan’s Mom. She said that Logan and his Dad had been not getting along and she wanted Logan to get away from the house before it became a fight. I read between the lines, and knew that his Dad had gotten drunk and was probably about to punch Logan in the face or something awful. She asked if he could come spend the night with me.
I was totally surprised that SHE had called, but it also made the event seem important for me to help with my sweetest friend. I said sure, I was confident my folks would not mind, since most of our festivities had ended and we had no more house guests. I drove to Logan’s house (which was only 3 blocks away). He bopped outside with not even so much as an overnight bag. It seemed that he was eager to leave. He jumped in the car and mumbled a few obscenities about his Dad being a Drunken idiot and some things. I figured his Mom wanted him out of the house just in case Dad took a swing at Logan? I never heard of his Dad getting violent before , but I used to watch a lot of TV and it seemed like crap like that happened to teens a lot. Whatever the case he would be safe with us.
Mom fed us each some leftover Ham, and a whole plateful of food. Afterwards we ended up in my room and both laid on the bed to watch TV, which was mostly specials or sappy movies.
He didn't feel like playing video games, so it was pretty soon we were ready for bed. Logan stood, dropped his pants and tugged off his shirt. He was a perfect statue standing there in only his white undies, I could count the ripples of the bounty while the muscles presented proud male sculpting in his abs and pecs. He had nice biceps that discreetly bumped up too. I reached over and kind of fingered the waistband, and said you think you are gonna need these too?? He smiled and said Naah, lets get rid of em’. I slid them down and his boy pride sprung upwards after the release of it’s fabric captor. He began removing my clothes, I quickened the task and we sought warmth under the covers of my sheets and blankets. My room was the coldest in our house. So our shared body warmth was critical, helpful and compelling.
Logan complained about my icy cold feet. Devilshly, I used them to stroke up and down his leg as a joke, He really complained then. We often had fun annoying each other like that for fun and games. I let my hands examine his torso. The muscles of his body under smooth skin felt delicious as he poised a leg deep against my crotch. I reached down to cup his dick. It was still a bit soft but gaining in rigidity. We wrapped legs, then arms enveloped to press bodies closer. We took in a few kisses. His breath was hot moist and succulent as the dinner vapor escaping from his inviting lips. I pulled him closer to me, pressing my palms against his shoulders. We clutched and pulsed our hips into the friction of each other, building intrepid steamy pressure. I felt he was firmly hard. His balls were semi-tight against his body, perhaps from the cold. But likely from our sexual union en-masse.
I couldn't resist any longer. I wanted to taste him. I ducked myself under the sheets to take a lick of his delicious pre-cum. I delighted as it slowly trickling down the pink head. I lapped up that amount and worked on his shaft to draw up more. His cock was rock hard and pronounced with a girth to completely fill my mouth. I masterfully took him in slowly and tongued the head rapidly to encourage more flow. He began a rotating motion upward and back with his hips. I allowed him to do the driving as he maintained my head steady while he pumped. I worked the tip as it plunged. In a few seconds both balls were tight against his body, losing their separate definition and bound tightly against his perineum. He quickened in emphasized motion for just a bit and then stopped all movement suddenly. The warm cream from inside him spilled while he clutched firmly on me pushing himself upward as I accepted the full length.
I was somewhat fatigued from the excitement and oral workout, but he took charge with a return favor and brought me to ecstasy in record time, I soon pulsed my juice on his hand.
We were warm and depleted from our climax, perhaps also exhausted from the drama of the day. We slept comfortably and peacefully!
I had received the greatest Surprise Christmas present ever that evening. It has never been equaled to this day.
Eric
