Fucing Freezing

Riley kept biting his lip when no one else was looking and it was driving me fucking insane. He would wink at me through the strands of blonde hair that fell across his eyes as he did it, and he had found every opportunity to scratch that place just above his belly button so that his sweater raised up to reveal his slim, hairless stomach.

I wanted to pull down his jeans and fuck him over the dinner table, but my parents would not approve. My aunt and uncle would be horrified. My grandmother would likely die of shock. And my little sister and three cousins would be scarred for life.

So I couldn't just fuck my boyfriend in the middle of the New Year's Eve party, even if he clearly wanted me to.

We smiled at my dad's bad jokes, listened to grandma's stories, and I even talked to my mom about college plans. Riley and I had both taken a year off after high school, but we were already looking at apartments near the university.

My mom thought we were being very responsible and would have a great opportunity to explore the city in the summer before classes start. But I knew the truth was we were going to spend every possible moment naked and fucking on every surface we could find.

We were perfect together. It had been love at first sight, right after the anonymous blowjob he gave me through the hole in the bathroom stall.

I was always horny. He was always horny. I liked to fuck. He liked to be fucked.

The first time I came inside him we were in the backseat of my dad's hatchback, parked in the woods behind the movie theatre. It was the summer after graduation and Riley was wearing sneakers, an XL tank top that showed his nipples, and nothing else. His shoes had left a mark on the roof when he came.

Now, if it wasn't for my family, I would be ripping off his clothes, pinning his wrists together above his head, and sticking my tongue down his throat while I fingered his already-lubed ass.

But the countdown to midnight was keeping everyone together. At Christmas the turkey and beer had sent everyone to bed early and I had managed to sneak Riley into my room for a quiet fuck with one hand around his cock and the other around his mouth.

Tonight, instead of letting everyone retire early, my mom served coffee and the family was halfway through a game of pictionary while the TV showed the fireworks over Paris on repeat.

Riley went up to draw and after he read the card he gave me a dangerous look. The last time I saw that look he had pulled me behind the bookstore beside the mall and pulled down his pants. I fucked him while he watched for anyone deciding to park in the back.

He started the drawing with two parallel lines going up on an angle. I raised one eyebrow. Next he rounded off one end and I nearly gagged.

"It's a rocket ship!" shouted my little cousin.

Riley pointed at him and told him, "You got it!"

I refused to look anyone in the eye as I jumped up for my turn, blocking the whiteboard with my body and furiously erasing Riley's "rocketship". He pinched my ass when he moved by to take my seat.

My cock throbbed in my jeans and I stifled a groan. But when I looked up at the clock and saw 11:45, I saw my chance.

"The fireworks!" I said, turning to my family.

My words took a moment to process in my drunk parent's minds and then everything was chaos. My dad scrambled to find the kids' shoes while my mom scrambled to find a full bottle of wine.

In the chaos of everyone getting their coats and shoes on I pinned Riley against the wall and whispered in his face, "You are coming with me."

Snow had been falling all week, but the night sky was clear. Behind our house the land sloped up in a forested hill, and while my family set up chairs out the front of the house to catch the fireworks over the river, Riley and I climbed into the snow-covered woods until we were out of sight.

I grabbed the fur lining of his coat and threw him down into the snow. He laughed as I fell on top of him and attacked his mouth like a ravenous bear.

There was little time, but I wanted to get just one quick taste before the main course. I slid down his tight body and fumbled open the front of his jeans with my cold fingers. When I had the zipper down far enough I poked into the slit of his boxers and fished out his cock.

The smooth head popped out, on top of the slim shaft. Before it had a chance to get cold I swallowed it whole, relishing the way Riley purred with pleasure and stretched his legs in the snow beneath me.

I only had time for a quick suck, but he gave me a drop of salty precum for my troubles.

I stood and drew Riley to his fee, his naked cock still exposed between us. I quickly moved behind him as he positioned against a tree. He leaned one forearm on the bark and gripped his cock with his other hand, partly to jack off and partly to keep warm.

Quickly, I unzipped my jeans and fished out my throbbing erection. The cold air tingled my skin as I pushed down the back of Riley's jeans and underwear.

His boxers were caught on his dick like a coat hook, but I only needed to expose his hairless cheeks. I took the risk that I'd have another few moments before midnight to crouch down and spread them. The hairless pink rosebud greeted me and I pressed my face into the warm passage and tongued his hole. Riley moaned out, "No time! I hear the countdown starting."

In the distance, from the other side of the house, I could hear my family's voices calling out, joining a chorus of voices from neighbours and their max-volume televisions. The whole town was waiting on the hillside for the big moment.

But the real big moment was coming too.

I stood up and pressed my body against Riley's back, my lips against his ear, as I pressed my cock against his wet hole and pushed.

My boyfriend was a pro slut. He opened up for me with only a squeak as I bottomed out inside him in one hard thrust, and the cheers went up across the hill as the first firework shot through the sky like an electric cumshot.

I sucked on Riley's ear and he turned his head to meet me.

I kissed him deep and I fucked him deeper.

My jeans were a barrier to the satisfying claps of naked skin on skin we were used to when we fucked, naked, in the sweaty privacy of my bed. But every time I pulled back and felt the cold air on my damp shaft I was glad to be well-dressed.

I fucked him hard and fast as fireworks exploded above us.

Riley stroked his cock and let out little gasps every time I pounded him. I could see his breath in the air.

We were both desperate to cum.

I squeezed his hips as I fucked him deeper, pushing us both to a desperately-needed release. Hours of family-friendly socializing had backed me up with a mind full of the dirtiest thoughts, and I whispered into Riley's ear, "I'm going to breed your twinky fucking cumslut hole."

I felt the muscles of his ass contract. Riley loved the sound of dirty, degrading words. Even if they didn't make sense. Just the sounds of them made his cock harder. He chewed his lip and growled, "Pound my boy pussy, daddy!"

My hand found his throat and I squeezed a little, rearing his head back as I fucked him faster. "Such a slutty little fag boy," I whispered.

He gasped out, "Oh fuck, I'm close!"

"Yeah, shoot your little load, bitch."

"Fuck me harder!"

"Take my cock, faggot!"

"I'm cumming!"

His ass tightened, and his load spat through the air, burning holes in the crip white surface of the snow. Riley groaned and his body melted in my hands, relaxing into the pleasure of his shuddering orgasm.

I needed to cum. I put my hand back on his hip and pounded him harder. I was fucking him so hard he started to gasp with every thrust, desperately holding on to the tree to keep standing. My cock head punched deep inside him and I dug my chin into his shoulder as I held him close and growled, "Take my fucking cum!"

My cock exploded inside him as the fireworks exploded in the sky.

Cum filled his hole and lubed my naked cock as I kept thrusting, shooting again and again inside him. I could feel it dripping out around me, sliding down his smooth skin.

We stayed connected. My cum kept warm inside him while his froze in the snow beneath us. He turned his head again to me and he smiled that perfect, post-fuck smile, and said, "Happy New Year, daddy."