Date: Fri, 22 Dec 2023 22:07:14 +0000 From: StoryTime Subject: All I Want For Christmas Gay adult/youth All I Want For Christmas Dear Reader, The following story contains strong language and explicit scenes of sex between adults and boys user 18 years old. If you are offended by this kind of material then please leave this page NOW. Please donate to nifty using link https://donate.nifty.org/ if you are able to do so and help keep this page available for all to enjoy. Thank you. 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I also put it up the ass of another guy. He was tighter than she ever was. My ex found out about my extracurricular activity when a neighbor realized he was blowing me. That cock sucker was single already. It got ugly. I'm an average guy. Five-ten, 175 pounds, and have a full head of hair. My dick? Six and a half inches of fat cut man cock. My balls aren't huge, but they hang low. After the divorce, I had my pubes and butt hair zapped off. I like it smooth. I confess that I also like boys. I have a hard drive of pics from the old days of picture trading. It's great jerk-off material. I realized I liked boys when I was a youngster. I was the oldest of the younger kids in the neighborhood. I grew my pubes and unloaded my balls first. They were impressed. I never did anything with boys after I started seventh grade. I enjoyed jerking and eventually fucking my girlfriends and later my wife, but when she stopped putting out, I needed something more than my left hand. So, now it's Christmas Eve, and I am horny. I decided to try the theater. I'd never been there on a holiday. A quick shit, shower, and shave (my face), and I was ready to go. The late afternoon was cold, and it felt like snow. At least traffic was light, so the twenty-minute drive took only fifteen. A holiday visit wasn't worth the effort it took to get there. There were only two cars in the parking lot. I went in anyway, gave the creepy guy at the counter my eleven bucks, and took the stairs to the theaters. There are four in the building: one gay, two straight, and one small one for the trans crowd. Interestingly, live gay sex happened in all of them. It appeared the gay theater was empty. A movie with fake twinks was playing, so I watched it for a bit. It did get me hard. As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I noticed a guy in the corner. Maybe a chance for a blowjob. I stood and walked down the aisle to the seat next to him. The old guy was sound asleep with his flaccid cock and balls sitting in a cooling pool of cum on the seat. His pants were around his ankles. A bottle in a bag was on the floor next to his feet. Fuck it. I focused on the movie. It was a new one, but that didn't mean anything. They are all the same--cute guys fucking and sucking. Still, it got me off. I unloaded on the floor and ensured the old guy breathed as I left. I was standing by my car, looking for a chance outdoor action (too damn cold for that), when I saw movement by the dumpster. It was a smaller guy. He climbed on top of an old barrel and then dropped into the dumpster. I heard a muffled, high-pitched "fuck." Well, this could be interesting, I thought as I quietly walked to the dumpster. I heard the person rustling around inside. "Hey, are you ok?" I asked. The dumpster got really quiet for a few moments. "I'm fine," came the reply. I pulled myself so I could look over the edge. I couldn't tell how the guy was or his height and weight. He wore ripped jeans, crappy tennis shoes, and a very dirty hoodie. I realized his problem when he stood up. His head was way below the edge of the dumpster. Climbing out might be possible, but I wasn't sure he had the upper body strength to try. "Need a hand?" I asked. "Yeah. What'll cost me?" "Cost you? Nothing. Why would I charge you to help you out of a trash can?" I dropped back to the ground. "Because there's nothing free. At least for me, there isn't." I climbed on top of the barrel. "Take my hand, and I'll pull you out--no charge." I saw the skeptical look in his eyes. What did this kid go through that made him that untrusting? "Come on. It's cold out here." He took my hand reluctantly, and I pulled him up. I doubt he weighed a hundred pounds. "You alright?" "Yeah. They must've picked the trash up today." I couldn't tell what he looked like with all the dirt and the fading light. I held my hand out. "My name's Sam." He looked at my hand and my face. He reached up and gave it a quick shake. "So, got a name?" "Billy," was his curt reply. "Tell you what, Billy, how about we get something to eat? There's an all-night place a few blocks from here. They make great light night breakfast." "What'll it cost me?" "I don't understand. If you had money, you wouldn't be dumpster diving, would you?" "Money isn't the only way to pay for something," came his quick reply. I stepped back and looked him up and down. He was cute, five feet and bit, maybe one hundred pounds--brown hair and eyes. "I see. You've traded sex for food and shelter. You might be cute when you're cleaned up, so I could see that happening. How old are you, Billy?" "Seventeen." "Bullshit, kid. I figure you're fourteen. Look, I'm cold, hungry, and want to go home. Do you want something to eat? I'll buy and then drop you where you want." He started to tear up. I took a chance and stepped forward to pull him into a hug. "Billy, sex is fun, but it should never be that kind of transaction." I held him for a few more minutes. He stepped back and looked directly at me. "I'm so hungry I could eat you." "Pretty bold statement for a kid who was crying a minute ago." "I'm not used to people being nice to me, especially guys coming out of a suck house." I laughed as I started towards the car. "`Suck house.' I'll have to remember that one. Let's ride." He laughed. I stopped and turned towards him. "What?" "Really? `Let's ride?' Only if I'm on top." Two can play this game. "Very possible. Get in the car." The restaurant was empty. I slipped Mary, the waitress, five bucks to let Billy clean himself up in the restroom. Fifteen minutes later, he was at our table. He was drying his hair with a worn-out towel. "That lady gave me some deodorant, real soap, and a towel. They even have a shower back there. I hated putting these gross clothes back on." "I know. It's a 24-hour place. Dig in." We had eggs, pancakes, bacon, and sausage. I drank decaf tea, and Billy drank about a gallon of hot chocolate. We didn't speak while we ate. I put enough cash on the table to cover the check and a generous tip. "It's time to go, Billy. Where can I drop you?" I watched his face cloud up a little. He took a deep breath before he spoke. "I don't have anywhere to go, Sam. Some of the older guys took all my stuff. I can't go home. My mom died, and my stepdad kicked me out." I could tell he was on the verge of tears. "You were right. I'm only fourteen, and I'm royally fucked." I stood up and held out my hand again. He looked at it before taking it in his. "Come with me, Billy. We can figure out what to do tomorrow." We drove to my place in silence. I wondered what Billy was thinking. My hard dick was doing my thinking for me, and I wasn't happy about it. I saw Billy adjust himself out of the corner of my eye. Ah ha, it appears this was a two-way street. I pushed the garage door button as we pulled into the driveway. I thought it might be better to go into the house from there. The door closed behind us. "Here we are," I said. "Welcome to my home." The door into the house opened on a mudroom/laundry/bathroom area. I kicked off my shoes, and Billy did the same. I pointed to the laundry room and said, "Take your clothes off in there. There should be some underwear and PJs on the counter. If you look through them, you might find something that'll mostly fit. I'll be in the living room just down the hall in the living room." Ok, it's kind of a dirty trick. The only thing that would fit him was a couple of thongs. I poured myself a scotch and sat on the couch. He entered the living room wearing white silk pants and an old thin-strap crop top. They were too big on him, but at least they were clean. He sat down on the other end of the couch. I noticed a small patch of black hair under one arm as he pushed his hair back. No happy trail was visible above the pants. He sat with one leg pulled up under the thigh of the other leg. The silk pulled tight across his crotch. It appeared he was packing pretty well for a fourteen-year-old. I was rock hard and wondering what the fuck I was doing. "I don't know what to do, Sam. Maybe you can take me to child services tomorrow." "Tomorrow is Christmas. They aren't open." His whole body slumped down on the couch. "I have a whole guest suite upstairs. Stay here, and we can decide what to do after Christmas." He put his hands over his face and leaned forward. It was too much for me, so I slid next to him. I put my arm around his shoulder and pulled him close. He tucked his head against my chest and dropped his hands in my lap, right on my hard dick. I didn't dare move. Not that I wanted to. I'm not sure how long it Ng we sat like that. "Uh, Sam, you got a boner." He felt me up. "I got one, too," he said as he reached for my free hand and put it on his dick. "You want to see it?" He didn't wait for an answer. He wiggled out of my grip and stood in front of me. The silk pants dropped off his slim waist and got stuck on his boner. He pushed them down the rest of the way. It was a glorious sight. He was a good six inches, cut, with average-sized balls. His pubes were darker than the hair on his head. A tight bush around his pubic mound. His balls were hairless. I couldn't help myself. I reached over to fondle those silky smooth orbs. I ran the fingers of the other hand lightly up and down his shaft. A drop of fluid appeared at his piss slit. I wiped it off and liked my finger. He moaned as I did it. I moved forward to stroke him better. The hand on his balls moved to his taint. He bent his legs to give me better access. I couldn't resist the invitation and ran my fingers up his crack. Each time I passed over his hole, I pushed a finger gently against it. "Suck me," he moaned. I moved in and took the head in my mouth. He slowly pushed in my mouth until my nose was in his bush. I set up an easy back-and-forth rhythm. At the same time, he reached for my hand at his ass. He held it in place and pushed his asshole onto my finger. I pushed back, and it slipped in. I worked the finger around until I found his little prostrate. It didn't take long for him to blow his load in my mouth. I was surprised by how much he produced. The sweet and salty taste of young cum excited me. I pulled my middle finger out of his ass and put my hands on his hips as I slowly pulled my mouth off his dick. He leaned against me, and I held him tight. "Fuck, Sam, that was awesome." I felt him run his tongue down the center of my chest, then over to a nipple. He licked and suckled it before moving to the other side. He traveled back up to my face. I lost myself in brown eyes as he leaned in to kiss me. Not a boy kiss, but rather the kiss of a pro. I let him force my mouth open. I held some of his cum in my mouth, and as soon as his tongue pushed past my teeth, I pushed it into his mouth. He moaned as he tasted himself. Billy pushed himself off my chest. I saw the sex-drenched look in his eyes. "I need you in me, Sam. Fuck me in the ass." He reached down to find my dripping man cock. "Hold on, Billy, I have something you might like." I lifted him and rotated him so his back was to me. "You find my dick while I hold you up. Line it up with your asshole, and we can work it in." I was surprised that he took me in one go. His butt was on my pubic mound, and his balls nearly touched mine. His ass felt so good. He was tight, but I could feel his muscles adjusting to me. He felt so silky inside. I almost shot my load at that moment, but I held on. He started to rock back and forth as he pulled up and pushed down. I knew he was trying to find his prostate. I knew I wouldn't last long, and I didn't. Rope after rope of cum filled his ass. I could feel it run down my shift and drip on me. He tilted his head back and ground into me as he shot another load. The first shot flew three feet and landed on the coffee table. The rest oozed out onto our balls. He sighed as he leaned back into me. I was still hard and deep in his ass. "I'm cold," he said. I pulled a blanket over us. He settled into me as I slowly slipped out of him. "Thank you, Sam, for a great Christmas," he said as he drifted asleep. I sighed and held him close to me. I finally discovered what I wanted for Christmas, and he was in my arms. I didn't know how to make it last, but I was determined to try.