Big Nic Energy

Big Nick Energy

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

I bury my head in my pillow in a futile effort to block out my alarm clock. I don't want to leave the warmth and safety of my bed if only for a few minutes more. My hand swings around in the cold December air searching for that precious snooze button only to collide with my clock, sending it skidding onto my floor. I groan, pulling myself from my sheets and following the sound as I crawl to my clock and snuff out the plastic siren. I sigh as I pull myself up to my feet.

"A boy can dream." I think to myself.

Feeling my way down the hall to my bathroom I find my toothbrush, brushing quickly so I can hop into the warm blast of my shower. After washing off I tie a towel around my waist and brace myself for another blast of cold to my bare chest. Instead, I was greeted by a blanket of warmth. Gripping the wall I work my way towards the thermostat to check the temp when a deep chuckle startles me and causes my towel to slip to the floor.

"You're gonna catch your death if you keep leaving the heater off like that"

I scramble to cover myself as embarrassment floods my stomach. The voice belonged to my nurse, Tom.

"You asshole!" I scold as I pick the towel up and retie it.

"Oh come off it princess, its nothing I haven't seen before. Now turn around and get some clothes on, ill help pick something out."

I feel his big hands grip my shoulders and spin me around guiding me to my room. As much as he got on my nerves, I couldn't help but like Tom. I've been blind since birth and my mom wouldn't let me move out on my own unless I agreed to a part time nurse and I got lucky enough to find one who was more of a friend than a babysitter. Tom never looked down on me or treated me different because of my disability. With him, I was just one of the guys...one of the guys who happened to have a crush on him. Tom was everything I wanted to be. He was big, he was strong and most importantly he was out of the closet. I didn't have the balls to be honest about who I was and I envied his ability to be so open about himself. I think that's part of what made me like him even more.

Whatever the root of my feelings were I was not prepared to be naked in front of my crush. I feel a pair of underwear placed in my hands that I hastily slip on, tucking my growing cock in the waistband to keep my shame from going on full display in my boxers. He hands me jeans and a thermal shirt. Once I'm dressed I relax a bit. It might be wishful thinking, but I can almost feel his eyes on me though I'd have no idea what's running through his mind.

"You know you have nothing to be ashamed of right?"

I Pause, trying to decipher his meaning. Did he notice I was hard? Did he have me figured out?

" Your body, you have nothing to be ashamed of. Looking good under the hood as they say"

" Who says things like that, a hooker?" I chuckle.

"Hey if I got paid for those services I wouldn't be driving a rusted hatchback. I don't come cheap."

"And neither do your johns" I quip back before feeling a pair of jeans hit me in the face.

I laugh while my face grows flush. Tom never shied away from his sex life in our talks. I was envious of anyone who got to be held in his strong arms. Feel his warm kisses on their lips and anywhere else he planted them. Riding what I can only assume to be a hefty, girthy...

"Noah!"

I snap back to the present. My mind must have wandered again. At least I didn't drool this time.

"Where do you go when you zone out like that?"

I try to think up a snappy response.

"Just tuning you out as usual."

My deflection works and we go about our usual exercises through the day. As usual we finish early and just hang out. It feels good not to be alone on Christmas eve. I ask Tom if he has any plans for Christmas.

"Just a party at my friends loft tonight. You should come, it would be good for you get out for a bit."

I freeze up. Hanging with Tom one on one was manageable, Fun even, but hanging out in a crowd seemed overwhelming. Too many people, too many factors at play. Why couldn't we just stay here and talk more? Wasn't it enough? Uh oh...I realized I had gone quiet again.

"I...uh...I'm just not feeling it tonight you know? Still dealing with the trauma of you seeing my dick."

I Immediately cringe on the inside.

"No you idiot! God what's wrong with you!" I scream to myself on the inside.

"Oh...well then I guess that's my cue to go. Sorry for creeping you out."

Things were going south fast. I tried to stop him but my words failed before leaving my mouth. Soon I heard the unmistakable sound of my front door shutting. I buried my face in my couch cushion and screamed.

"Why can't you be normal!"

Hot tears welled in my eyes. I was alone in my apartment on Christmas eve and I was probably going to be alone on Christmas.

"Congrats Noah you got your wish." I mutter bitterly.

All I could do was cry in frustration, wishing to myself that I wouldn't be alone on Christmas. Soon my consciousness drifted into an unplanned nap. I woke later in what I can only assume was the middle of the night. I pull myself up to my feet and sadly shuffle and feel my tired self towards my room before colliding face first into a solid mass of a person. He was broad and warm. Tom! He must have come back!

"Tom! Listen I'm so sorry, sometimes I just ramble so hard I put my foot in my mouth. I wasn't creeped out by you, I-"

I'm cut off by the feeling of a gloved finger pressing on my lips to shush me. It slides away and I can feel Tom leaning closer to me. His warm breath brushes against my face, heavy and almost shaky. Bearded lips find mine and on instinct I surrender my first kiss. Tom's strong arms squeeze me to him as my arms snake around his bulky frame. I can't help but admire the softness of his coat as my palms slide over it. His tongue gently pries my lips apart and explores my mouth. I lightly moan at the sensations of his tongue caressing mine. His kiss tastes vaguely of cookies and egg nog. He must have enjoyed some food at the party before coming back.

Tom's arms squeeze and lift me off my feet. I grip his frame with my legs to keep from sliding off as he carries me towards my room. I remember how strong Tom's grip would feel at times but this burst of strength still catches me off guard as he carries me like I'm nothing. He sets me gently on my bed. I can hear the jangle of a belt buckle followed by the sound of it hitting the floor. Tom guides my hands to the front of his jacket where I slide them in and feel his undershirt. All I can think of is how intensely warm to the touch he is. I bury my face in his belly and groan as I hear gloves joining his belt and his warm hands find mine, giving them a squeeze before pulling his shirt up allowing me to rub his bushy torso. He was everything I dreamed he would be and more. I kiss his belly and work my way up while my hands glide down. My lips find their way to his nipple as my hand rests on a hard lump covered in the softest velvet.

Above me I hear a deep moan...deeper than I was used to hearing when Tom spoke. Before I could think about it more he flexes his cock under my hand, returning my focus to kneading the hot flesh in his pants. It's probably just his sex voice I giggle to myself in my head. It's my turn to be bold now. I grip the waistband of his pants, under them I feel no more fabric, just the soft tickle of his pubes.

"I don't believe it, he goes commando when he comes to see me!" I think to myself.

I pull at the waistband, feeling some resistance before something warm bounces up and slaps the underside of my chin. I can smell a faint musk guiding me to a soft spongy tip that I gently kiss. The head is different from my own, there seems to be extra skin rolled over it filled with a strange liquid. I swirl my tongue in the skin and taste a faint saltiness that floods my mouth as I gently roll the skin back and forth. I remember Tom Telling me about guys who are uncut and even letting slip that he was too, It just made me even more curious about what he felt like. My lips wrap around the exposed head and keep lapping at the slit as it leaks. I'm rewarded with more deep moans and a hand running through my hair gently encouraging me. The deeper I push my lips down, the further they spread.

"God damn he's thick...I hope that I'm doing ok for my first time." I think.

I push myself to take him deeper, Trying to swallow around him as he fills my throat. My hand reaches up and cups what has to be the heaviest balls I've ever felt...and the only balls I've ever felt that weren't my own. I gently roll them in my palm and squeeze them, my lips tingling from the slight friction gliding over his shaft. I return to his tip, letting my tongue probe his foreskin, spilling another small pool of Tom's pre down my throat. His hand rests on the sides of my head while he brushes my ears with his thumbs.

I can hear his soft, deep sighs as I keep working him falling into a comfortable rhythm. I lose track of the time but like magic he seemed to sense my jaw was getting tired and gently eased me onto my back. His hands roam my body, drifting down my chest and pulling at my belt. I feel the open air as he unzips me and pulls my jeans and boxers off in one firm pull, The sudden feeling of air on my cock makes me gasp. Tom's hands brace on either side of my hips and I can feel him lowering himself down. Warm breath blows over my crotch making me shiver. Before his lips even touch my cock I can feel his long bushy beard rub against my balls. I groan.

"He must have let it grow out for winter." I think in my euphoric haze.

A tongue traces the underside of my circumcised cock, flicking up and down the slit at my tip and teasing me. Without warning I feel Tom take me in one swift gulp, his nose pressing into my bush. I let a louder moan escape my lips, his deeper, muffled groan underscoring me. Two strong hands cup my ass and pull me deeper into his mouth. Instinctively my legs perch themselves on his shoulders, my thighs squeezing the sides of his head in ecstasy. The hands slide up the small of my back while my eyes roll back in pleasure.

The sensations pulsing through my cock are unlike anything id ever felt during my midnight solo stroking sessions. The pleasure gave me an almost weightless feeling. I couldn't even feel the bed under me anymore, just Tom's hands on my back and his shoulders on my thighs. It was then I realized I couldn't feel anything near my arms. I moved them about reaching for my sheets, my body wobbling now like a stack of unbalanced dishes. I reach above me and to my absolute shock feel my ceiling just above my head.

"Oh my god, Tom!" I Gasp.

I grip his head, frightened of losing my balance yet somehow Tom kept his grip on me. My fear melts back into lust once I realized this strong bear of a man would never let me fall. I reach down and grip Tom's long hair. A nagging question hangs in the back of my head as I wonder if his hair was ever this long, yet the thought is swept away almost as fast as it arrived. He must keep it tied back normally...of course that has to be it. His hands push me into his face and I almost feel as if im spinning around...weight shifting as Tom sits on the bed. He guides me as he lies back, My feet touching my sheets and transitioning to me straddling over his face.

He pushes me up, his warm tongue tracing a trail past my sack...further back...reaching my most intimate spot causing me to convulse as if it was a live wire. Tom's tongue is eager as it probes and explores my hole, my hips instinctively grinding on his face. I had always hoped id get to lose my virginity someday but this was a far cry from whatever tame affair I had imagined for myself. Tom slides out from under me, leaving me on all fours, my limbs shaky from his efforts.

Before I have time to miss his touch I feel those familiar thick fingers grazing between my crack, finding my hole and stroking the edges of it. One presses dead center, I brace myself for discomfort or pain yet somehow...it never comes. I feel myself stretching, my hole providing the most minimal resistance. It's like Tom has a gift for slipping into the tiniest of places. I can only hope that he teaches me his tricks later... His finger strokes me from inside, feeling around. Before I can adjust I feel him press on something that makes me arch my back and yelp. He presses there again...and again...and again. I can feel my cock leaking down to my bed below. His finger leaves me. The emptiness more unpleasant than the entrance. A strong arm wraps me and pulls me to a sitting position on his lap. A long, thick and hot fleshy appendage rubs up and down the cleft of my ass. Tom leans over and in the quietest whisper he asks me...

" Have you been Naughty or nice this year?"

"Both." I giggle.

I hear a deep chuckle as Tom Leans back, my bare back rubbing his hairy chest, his cock slipping lower. Fuck...his tongue and finger didn't hurt me...but the beast I had in my mouth was bound to put me to the test. His head rests right on target before he pushes me down. Once again I stretch with no pain, just the slight discomfort of a sudden fullness as his head pops into me. I gasp. My hole grips in pulses, trying to pull him deeper but he holds. Once the gripping subsides he guides me down his length. I hear a moan from Tom, An almost guttural moan that comes from deep within his chest. Once I feel his balls press into my own, I know I'm fully sheathed on him. My hole resumes squeezing, trying to close around him. Between my hole and Tom's death grip on me I know I'm not going anywhere.

The squeezing subsides again and I feel him withdrawing. His flared head drags along inside me, Stopping just short of popping out. Tom maintains full control as he swiftly glides back into me and from there he proceeds to fuck me at what feels like the most torturously slow pace. Every now and then he gives me a slightly firmer thrust to push a grunt or a gasp from my lips. I almost feel like a toy in his grasp. His lips kiss along my neck and I feel his hot breath on my flesh. Strong hips buck up into me as Tom mercifully picks up his pace. I try to crane my head around to kiss him again but his bulky frame makes it hard to reach.

Once again he picks me up like I'm nothing, his cock leaving me with an audible pop. Tom spins me around and places me back on his lap facing him. He sinks back into me like a hot knife through butter. I grab him by the beard and kiss him feverishly as he bucks up into me. My cock rubs against his furry belly. The soft yet firm surface caressed my cock just right, my pre providing the perfect lube. His arms hold me tight as we buck together, our moans harmonizing to our rhythm.

I feel Tom lie me back on my bed without pulling out. He leans so our foreheads touch, My legs opening even wider for him. The distance closes between us and he bucks with a slow, deep pace. I am full with him and loving every minute. My stomach flutters with warmth as our breathing synchs up. His big hand grips me and strokes me in tandem with his thrusting. Our tempo rising, my body shaking, unsure of how much more I can take. I feel Tom throbbing with intensity in me. My hands grip at his back trying to hold on.

" Tom...Tom I...I..."

"Be a good boy and cum for me. Cum For me Noah!" He growls.

My body follows his command as I spray between our bellies. The cum spreading with the rubbing. Tom follows me with three hard punctuated thrusts and an explosion of white heat deep into my core. He holds me tight as we ride our climax out together, Rolling us over as it subsides and cradling me to his chest. My cheek presses against his chest hair and all I can get out before sleep takes me is one last whisper of his name.

"Tom..."

BEEP BEEP BEEP.

I'm pulled back by the harsh cry of my alarm clock. My cheek pressed against my favorite pillow. I sit up sharply and hit my alarm.

"Was it...did i...what happened?" I listen and all I can hear is the faintest sound of...sleigh bells?

"Was...was it all a dream?"

I feel myself and realize I'm completely naked in bed. Shifting around I scoot to the edge of my bed feeling a tenderness in my ass. I hear the sound of my front door opening and Tom's voice calling out.

"Noah? You sleep in?"

I wrap myself in my sheets and feel my way down the hall.

"Noah? Oh you're naked again? Was this why you didn't wanna go to the party, you had a hookup?"

"What? What are talking about? You don't remember last night?"

"Barely, that party was kind of a rager. Are you...feeling ok?"

"Yeah...yeah I think I am..."

"If it wasn't Tom I was with last night, Who the fuck did I fuck?!" I think to myself.

"Mistletoe? You put over the door yourself?"

I hesitate for just a moment...putting my fear aside I do something I didn't think Id ever do. I drop my sheet. Walking towards Toms direction, hand outstretched. I find his jacket, grip it and pull him towards me. Our lips clash and my tongue seeks his out. The passion from last night roars in my chest as I pay no attention to his lack of a beard... just a mustache. We hug and continue on as sleigh bells ring above.