Christmas-in-Law

CHAPTER 2: "What A Feeling"

My dick throbbed as I inched closer to Andrew's waiting hole. I don't know what had come over me. It was like his ass was calling out to me. I was truly under some sort of spell. It was an ass spell clear as day.

The tip of my swollen mushroom-head cock touched his wet ass. He hissed and looked back over his shoulder. Just as our eyes met, my dick punched through his barrier. His body tensed up, and his hole clenched around me. I slid my shaft further into his hole. It was so warm and tight. It felt like my cock was wrapped in a winter's fur coat.

"Oh my God," he moaned so sexy as he dropped his head over the sofa.

I ran my hands over those amazing cheeks and then up his smooth, muscled back. Each time he breathed, his ass tightened around my member. It was the most incredible feeling.

I pushed further inside of him. With each inch I slid into him, I planted a soft, wet kiss on his spine. He reacted like a flower in springtime. He opened up under my sunlight. The sunlight was my dick.

"Dude, what are you doing, Nate," he asked through labored breaths.

"What does it feel like," I asked as I drove all my dick inside him.

He cried out as I went balls deep inside of his tight ass. My bush of dark, slightly curly pubes rested against his firm ass cheeks. His insides were perfectly made. I could see heaven and feel God's hand on my life as I slowly moved in and out of him.

"Fuck. You're fucking me," he asked and confessed with a sigh of pleasure.

I slowly started to fuck him. I leaned over and forced him further up on the couch. I found myself sitting in his ass. I rolled my hips in a circular motion, effectively giving him the most amazing strokes I had ever given a human being. How did I not know this was so good? I picked up my pace.

I took hold of his waist and pounded into him. His body squirmed underneath me. He let out sensual moans that made me want him more and more.

"It's so fucking deep. NATHANIEL!" He screamed my name, and it made me smile.

"You taking that dick so good, Andrew. You sexy mutha fucka. Damn, I could fuck you all night," I marveled at the way his body responded.

Each time I slammed into his thick gushy ass, we both let out a sexy low moan. I could feel my balls slapping his hanging balls. The entire act should have sent me running for the hills. Instead, it had me racing toward a mind-blowing orgasm.

My dick was overly excited. That old familiar feeling came flooding back. I felt a tingle throughout my body. My heart pumped with a million beats per second. I let out a high-pitched scream as my dick pumped a gallon of hot cum into this tight chute.

"Fuck," I groaned as I bit into his lower back.

I felt exhausted, full, relaxed, and refreshed. I gently rocked my hips back and forth. You could hear the sound of my cum mixing around with his insides.

"I need to cum," he said with a naughty desperation.

I eased my dick out of his ass. Cum flowed out of his puffy, swollen hole. He quickly rolled onto his back and spread his legs. His chest was sprinkled with dark hairs that went down his body. His muscles flexed as if he was putting on a show for me. The front of him was manly, and his backside was girly. It was a combination worth exploring.

My eyes continued to take in every unobscured inch of his body. I finally saw his dick, not that I had been looking for it. For some reason I felt special knowing I was seeing him in his natural primal being. Envy washed over me. I don't know why, but

I felt jealous of every woman he had ever been with.

His member stood straight up. It was swollen and angry almost. The dark shaft was smooth. His balls were clean-shaven, and the head of his penis was a bright pink color. Precum was dripping from the fat head. Andrew had to be 9 1/2 inches long.

Andrew quickly began to stroke his meat. I couldn't resist tasting him again. I got on my knees and pushed my tongue inside his hole. I could taste my cum and his insides. Together, the two were the perfect ingredients for a five-star gourmet dessert.

Andrew squealed, "Oh shit. I'm bout to cum."

His fat rod exploded. His cum flowed from the mouth of his cock like hot lava flowing from a volcano. I ran my tongue up his taint and then across his heavy balls. His body jerked, and he released more cum. His entire cock stood straight up. It began twitching with each volley of cum it let flow out.

After it was all said and done, I collapsed next to him on the sofa. Neither one of us dared to speak first. We were both trying to process what had just transpired between us. Finally, Andrew jumped up off the sofa and headed for the bedroom.

I watched his beautiful round ass bounce as he walked. There was this tiny part of me that wanted to proposition him for a repeat. I was afraid that if I did that, it might have a ripple effect on things. The silence became my best option.

"I'm taking the bed," he said as he entered the room.

He closed the door behind him. I couldn't even argue with him about it. It seemed fair to let him have the bed. He had just given me something that I could never truly thank him for. Andrew had changed my life, and he had no idea.

***

I woke to the sound of the hotel door closing. For a split second, I thought it was all a dream. Then I realized I was on the sofa, naked and draped with a thin sheet. The bedroom door was open. Andrew was gone, and thoughts of his ass were heavily on my mind.

My dick instantly stood straight up. It pitched a tent under the sheets. I quickly tossed the covers back. My dick looked so fucking pretty. It was already dripping precum. I wrapped my hand around my member and began to stroke it slowly.

I closed my eyes and could see Andrew bent over the sofa. I stroked faster. My mind went to the moment I slid my pole inside his smooth ass. The moans and groans captured me. In the present, I could feel Andrew's walls around my cock. Damn, it was the best feeling ever.

I jerked my dick faster. My balls bounced up and down as I jerked it. Then something happened. My free hand slid in between my thighs. I slowly moved it until my fingers came in contact with that thick skin that connected the anus and testicles.

I spread my legs further apart. My fingertip brushed against the wrinkled skin around my anus. I let out a whimper. My dick grew bigger in my hand. I pushed against my entrance with my middle finger. I kept pushing against my hole. Each push was more forceful than the last.

Finally, my hole caved. My finger slid inside of me. I moaned as my eyes flew open. I slid in up to the knuckle. My dick pulsed and released hot cum all over my chest. Holy shit, it felt good to let that nut out!

I slipped into some clothes and went to go find him. He was outside, sitting in the middle of a snow-covered parking lot. Heavy snow was still falling. From the looks of it, there appeared to be no end in sight. I took a seat next to him. Neither one of us said anything for a few moments.

He finally spoke as he exhaled, "Weather says this storm is going drop another 30 inches of snow. We have to stay another night."

"That's not so bad, right? Staying another night," I asked with the purest of intentions at heart.

He quickly snapped his head around at me. I don't know if it was the way the sunlight mixed with the winter backdrop captured him, but he was strikingly beautiful. It caught me by surprise because I'd never looked at a guy like that before. Before last night I'd never slid my dick inside one either.

"Not so bad," he asked me as if I had nefarious plans or intentions.

"You didn't get to visit any of the sights last night. I didn't mean anything sinister," I said.

"Of course not. You just do it," he said as he turned and hung his head.

The truth hit me. He asked for my help, but he wanted my fingers. I crossed a line without even so much as asking for his permission. He was right when he said earlier that I was a wild animal who, in so many ways, forced my wife to give it up.

"Andy...about last night," I began.

"Don't." He sounded like a wounded creature. It slightly broke my heart.

"I just want to say I'm sorry. I got...I don't know what happened to me. I shouldn't have done that to you."

He sighed, "Let's just try to forget about it."

I could tell it had really gotten to him. We both knew that nothing we could do would help us forget about it. If I were to be honest I didn't want to forget about it. The entire experience had changed my perspective of anal play.

"Okay," I answered. "Still, brothers-in-law," I asked him as I held my hand out for a shake.

He looked over and stared at my hand for a moment. A friendly smile formed across his face. He held his hand out. We finally shook hands.

He cracked a joke, "Seems I'm stuck with you. We can't get Steph to leave your ass."

We both chuckled. I felt a small relief wash over me. We spent the rest of the day being two big kids. Andrew truly loved Christmas. I found myself enjoying his company more than I usually would have.

***

After the day we had out and about, my body was drained. What was supposed to have been an hour's nap turned into three hours. I climbed out of bed and into the living area.

I was left speechless. Andrew was standing there in a pair of dark grey boxer briefs. They fitted him well. The muscles in his quads popped. His package was held tightly. The money shot, though, was from the mirror hanging behind him.

His fat curvy ass was sat up just right in those underwear. It looked almost like a ripe peach. My dick twitched a little. Andrew cleared his throat, and our eyes met. he was trying to read me. I wanted to fuck anything right then and there. The pressure building in my balls wanted a great escape.

As I cleared my throat, I said, "Sorry. I didn't mean to intrude."

"It's okay. I was about to go and shower." He pointed at the towels laid out across the sofa as he spoke.

I sat at the bar across the street from where we were staying. I was nursing my drink as "The Christmas Song" by Nat King Cole had me in my feels. Everyone around me appeared to be having a good time. Love and affection were in the air. You could feel it all around the room.

"You look like you could use a friend," came a soft voice.

Before I could answer, he took a seat next to me. He flashed me his pearly white teeth. He swiped his blond bang from his face, revealing his dark green eyes. For some reason, I didn't turn him away. I welcomed his company.

"I'm Toby," he introduced himself.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Nathaniel."

"So what's a pretty guy like you doing drinking alone? That goes against the Christmas spirit," he said, a bit of seduction in his voice.

I laughed nervously and asked, "Is that right?" I took a sip of my drink as he nodded his head in agreement.

"It is." His voice was crisp and smooth. "That's why I'm here. I'm the Christmas ghost of future orgasms."

I choked on my drink. I struggled to gain control of my breathing. Toby quickly patted me on the back. His pats turned into a full-blown back rub.

"How can you be so sure that I'm okay with what you're saying to me," I asked him. I was confused.

No guy has ever made such a pass at me before. Did I suddenly have a sign above my head that said I was into men? As far as I knew, the only guy to ever get my boat going had been Andrew, and that was only as of last night.

"Honestly," he answered. "I looked at you when you first walked and decided it was worth the risk."

"I have a wife at home," I told him.

"That's unfortunate," he said. "Wasting all your potential on women," he joked. "An ass like yours deserves to be manhandled."

The way he said it sent a chill through me. Is that why Andrew responded the way he did last night? My dick swelled in my pants. Was being manhandled such a powerful experience? My balls started to ache and beg for attention. Andrew looked like he was floating through time and space when I was in his ass last night. Does it feel that way for everyone?

Toby stood up, and I caught a glimpse of his backside out of the corner of my eye. His ass reminded me of Andrew's. Once again, I had to wonder about the experience. Was I missing out on something?

"Wait," I found myself saying.

"I'm waiting," he said.

"What does it feel like? You know, to have someone slide a finger up there?"

He leaned over my shoulder. His warm breath tickled my ear. He smelled like vanilla and honey. It was sweet and calming.

"Like the best thing you've never had," he said.

***

There I was, lying naked on my stomach in the middle of the bed. Andrew was asleep in the living area on the sofa. Toby was sitting on my bare butt. I could feel his cock poking into the bottom side of my right cheek.

"This might feel a little cold," he whispered as he squirted some lube into the crease of my ass.

"Mmm," I breathed as my body adjusted.

He pulled my cheek apart. His green eyes became the first to ever see my virgin hole. I felt his finger run across my hairless ring. His touch made my entire body shiver. It was such a thrill to be exposed like that. Maybe there was more to me than I had ever known.

"I'm going to insert my finger," he told me.

He pushed his finger against my hole. My muscles clenched, but he was determined more than ever to break through. He applied a little bit more pressure, and his finger broke through.

I gasped quietly, "Fuck man!"

"You're so tight. It feels so good around my finger," he said. His words relaxed me and made me want to go further.

He pushed his entire finger inside my box. My hole felt stretched and full. He slowly moved it in and out of me. My dick throbbed against the bed. It was wildly arousing. He twisted his finger around inside of me.

It caused a slight discomfort almost. Then he pressed against something inside of me. My body jerked, and I gasped. He pushed against that thing inside of me again. My body felt an overload of sensory.

"FUCK," I moaned as I gripped the bed sheets.

He chuckled, "I got you. Your body was made to enjoy this. Just let go and let me take control of the ride."

His words were so reassuring. I buried my face in the sheets and surrendered my ass to him. He added a second finger. It felt like my hole was being stretched beyond its tiny, tight limits.

"Shit," I growled as he spread his two fingers inside my hole.

He dug in and out of me. My breathing picked up, and my sphincter relaxed. I lost myself in the pleasure that started running through my body. The room went from silent to me moaning like a nasty bitch.

"You open up so good," he said just as he pulled his fingers out of me. "Roll onto your back."

I rolled onto my back. My cock was leaking. He looked at my flagpole and licked his lips. I could tell he wanted a taste. All he had to do was ask, and I would have given it up. He was making me feel good. It was the least I could do for him. Again, all he had to do was ask.

"You gonna put your fingers back in me," I asked. I had a need for more. I wanted to feel it more and more. My dark cheeks were flushed.

"No," came another but familiar voice.

Toby jumped, and I looked at the door. Andrew was standing in the doorway holding the same dildo I saw him with last night. He looked like a delicious, unhealthy meal. He was damn near naked, minus those tight black briefs he was wearing.

Toby slapped my ass, and I gasped. He pulled my cheeks apart, and I felt a drop of spit on my exposed hole. The feeling sent me rushing over the edge. In the words of the songstress Irene Cara, "What a feeling." What a fucking feeling indeed!

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