Martin looked around the room and decided that everything was perfect. The tree was sparkling, casting a warm glow throughout the room. A cinnamon scented candle filled the air with a homey holiday aroma, and the greenery he had draped along the mantle added a nice touch of old fashioned Christmas atmosphere.
He glanced at his watch. Brian should be home from his trip in about an hour. Martin had been resentful that he had accepted an assignment that took him out of town at this time of year, especially one that wouldnât allow him to return home until Christmas Eve. But it was not the time of year for conflict, so he decided that when Brian did get back, he would have a nice surprise awaiting him.
There was one more preparation to make in the living room. He reached into his shopping back and took out a big red bow. He peeled the protective paper off its base and stuck I firmly to the middle of the bedroom door. Below it, he taped the hand made sign he had prepared. On green construction paper he had attached a number of festive Christmas stickers; Santas, and snowmen and candy canes, and in big red letters, the message âCome In And Get Your Xmas Fuck!â
He stepped back and looked at his handiwork. He was sure that Brian would love it. He took one more look around the living room, then picked up his bag and carefully opened the bedroom door and stepped inside, closing the door carefully behind him. He dumped the bagâs remaining contents on the bed. He picked up the brand new tube of lubricant and stuck a green ribbon on it, then placed it on the corner of he bed. He repositioned two pillows to the center of the bed, stacking one on top of the other, and placed another pillow just above them on the bed. It all looked right, except for the large red bow that lay on the bed, but he wasnât ready to position that yet.
He stashed the bag in the closet and quickly undressed, dumping his clothes out of sight in the hamper.
A pair of tall tapered candles stood on top of the dresser. He lit them, then turned out the lights. The flickering candlelight gave the room exactly the mood he wanted.
He kneeled on the bed and picked up the bow. With only a little difficulty, he managed to stick it to the small of his back. Once it was attached, he slowly lowered himself down over the stacked pillows. When he was comfortably in position, with his ass raised and pointed towards the door, he reached behind himself and draped he bowâs two trailing ribbons down over he swell of his ass and on to his thighs. He smiled to himself thinking of the tableau that would greet Brian when he walked into the room.
He wrapped his arms around the third pillow and laid his head down to relax and wait for Brianâs arrival.
At some point, he must have dozed off, because he became aware of the heavy thread of footsteps from the living room, but had not heard the front door open or close. He knew that Brian would see his sign in a moment or two and his cock began to stiffen in anticipation of what would follow that discovery.
The bedroom door creaked open, bringing in a cool rush of air, laden with the smells of snow and cinnamon. Martin buried his face in the pillow, pretending to be asleep. For a long moment, there was not a sound in the room, and he imagined that Brian must be enjoying the scene laid out before him. Suddenly, he heard two short puffs of breath and smelled an acrid whiff of smoke. He raised his head. The room was in almost total darkness. He was disappointed, wondering why Brian would not want to enjoy the view he had so carefully arranged for him.
The floorboards groaned and Martin felt something soft touching the back of his leg, just above his knee. It took him a moment to recognize it that it was a gloved hand. Brian must be awfully horny, he thought, if he didnât even take he time to remove his gloves.
The soft touch traveled up his thigh to the bottom of his ass. He felt the hand squeezing and caressing him, and he wiggled a little bit in anticipation. The hand gently slid down between his legs, and he could feel the gloveâs soft fabric tickling the back of his balls.
Martin felt the foot of the bed dip. And heard the springs softly complain. A second hand joined the first, as both massaged the backs of his thighs. He softly moaned and arched his back to show his eagerness. The hands massaged his legs and his ass cheeks for a few minutes, then left.
He heard the unmistakable sound of a belt being unbuckled. His cock was hard in his excitement.
Suddenly, he felt a chill as the cold lube began to dribble down the crease of his ass and pool around his hole. Heâs really not wasting his time, he thought. It looks like this was a pretty good idea.
The gloved hands gripped his inner thighs and pushed them further apart. The bed shook as the two of them shifted into position, and Martin felt a large swollen cock head bumping against his ass. It found its target quickly, and began to press against his asshole. Martin pressed back against it as it slowly pushed forward. He felt himself stretching to accept it inside him.
With a quick pop, the head slipped past his sphincter. He exhaled deeply. Relaxing around it. The cock rocked slowly back and forth, getting used to its tight confinement, then slowly and steadily pressed in deeper. When it touched Martinâs prostate, his own cock twitched in delight.
The cock began to withdraw as slowly as it had entered, until only the head remained. Martin expected another long slow stroke, but he was surprised when the next thrust came hard and fast. He gasped at its force, but made no resistance. Another long thrust came, and then more, a steady rhythm of deep fucking, forceful but not too rough. He rocked with it, enjoying each and every penetrating motion.
