Date: Sat, 27 Jan 2024 13:28:36 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Home for the Holidays 2

Home for the Holidays
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)


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HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS

Part Two



I pulled up at Coach Stanley's house around 2:30. I had on a parka, which I
bundled tight over my T-shirt as I walked up his yard. It was cold out and
overcast, the kind of weather where you expect it to snow any minute.

Ed was standing out on his front porch to greet me and was apparently
thinking the same thing. "Think we're getting a white Christmas, Russ?" he
asked as he watched me walk up his driveway. Coach's place was at the end
of a dead end street and while not 100 percent private, maybe he didn't
have to worry what it would look like having a former student coming over
on Christmas day.

"Can't remember the last one we had, Coach," I said as I stepped up to the
patio and wiped my feet on the mat. I was enjoying how friendly and
conversational the dynamic was between us. This could have been awkward as
hell, but it was like this man was committed to make me feel comfortable.

I paused at the door and saw a smirk on his face and with it, a look of
clear lust. He wanted to kiss me, and I wanted to kiss him right then and
there, but instead he ushered me inside.

He was more dressed up than last I saw him, more in that button-down and
khakis look I remember from the classroom. And that gold chain glinting
from beneath the collar. He was hot as hell.

"Come in," he offered.

The inside was nice and warm, and I quickly took off my coat. I felt my
heart pound. We hadn't made any real specific plans but I'd talked to him
quickly and said I was free that afternoon and evening, if he was
interested in spending some time together again. He was, barely concealing
his excitement.

I could see his chest rise and fall some as he watched me set down my coat
on a chair. "Good to see you, Russ," he said. "Thanks for calling."

I shot him a grin. I'm not 100 percent confident with guys, but something
about Ed Stanley's bull-in-the-china-shop shyness made me feel like the
more experienced one. "I'll admit I've been thinking about you a lot the
last few days," I said.

The made him smirk and step up to me. In an I'm-gonna-kiss-you kind of
move. "Is that right? I'm glad." His hands reached out and rested on my
waist, almost pulling himself toward me as much as pulling me toward
him. "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christm..." I started until his lips cut me off. There was that soft
tongue again, smoothly teasing and parting my lips, then touching my
own. His mouth tasted a little bit of toothpaste and mouthwash and I could
smell his aftershave. Heat emanated off his body, too, and I realized I was
still a little cold from outside.

Maybe that's why I pressed into his embrace more. Or maybe I was just
horny. Either way, Ed Stanley felt good, real good next to me.

Coach S had almost a dreamy expression on his masculine face when he broke
the kiss. Almost lazily he reached up and ran his fingers along my torso,
feeling up the leaner muscle beneath my long-sleeve T. "You know I like to
take things slow, right, Russ?"

I reached down and rearranged the boner in my jeans. "Man you're killing me
here, Coach," I teased, and Coach laughed.

"You didn't let me finish," he said, and I could see a playful smile as he
reached down to adjust his own hardon. He walked over to the couch and
patted me to sit down next to him. It felt cozier and homier now that the
tree was up and fully lit. Or maybe it was the holiday spirit.

I sat down and Coach extended his arm for me to scoot closer. Even if I was
taller, it felt nice to have his strong forearm draped over my shoulder. He
gave me a peck and I felt the soft bristle of his beard before he pulled
back.

"I was gonna say..." His blue eyes seemed deeper and almost darker in
closer close up, the tree's twinkling lights and the dim outdoor
illumination giving a dark sea look to them. He seemed almost nervous
now. "I don't know what you're into, Russ, but I'd love to fuck you."

My heart pounded. "I'd like that Ed," I said. Then, "I wasn't sure what
your deal was."

He smirked and ran his free hand along the front of my chest again. I loved
his touch. "The deal is.... I have a very attractive man with me, and I've
been thinking a lot how I wish I'd gone the next step with you on
Saturday."

My voice cracked. "I've been thinking about that, too."

Ed's voice got huskier. "That would be an amazing gift, Russ," he said. I
felt him pull me toward him and we were kissing once more.

I tried to match his skill, or at least his approach, with making out. And
I ran my own fingers along his button-down shirt, feeling his hard body
beneath it. This guy was such a crazy hunk, he could bed just about
anybody, I figured. I was the right man at the right time.

We got deeper into the kiss. Not too fast, but definitely going past that
soft, slow phase. I undid one of Coach's shirt buttons and slipped my hands
into the opening, feeling up the soft fur and warm bulk beneath. Stanley
let me feel him up before finally pulling back and undoing the rest of the
buttons.

I greedily watched then even more greedily ran my fingers along his exposed
chest. He let out a deep, mellow giggle "You like?"

I nodded. "Yeah, totally." I looked up into his handsome face. Coach S was
always an authority figure for me but wasn't THAT much older than me. He
still had some of that youthfulness ot his looks. "I think maybe it's a
little bit of a fetish for me, actually."

"What?" he asked. "The chest?"

I ran my hand up to touch his nipples. Ed had amazing nipples. "Yeah, I'm a
chest guy. But the open shirt thing, too. I don't know if I even realized
it, but it pushes my buttons."

He gave me an encouraging look and said softly. "I'm glad, Russ." His tone
got deeper and softer. "I like turning you on."

I laughed, unable to stop feeling him up. "You have no idea."

He didn't say anything, but instead reached down and started undoing his
belt, then unbuttoning his khakis. I decided I liked seeing the horny side
of Ed Stanley.

He reached in and hauled out his hard dick. Firm, meaty, not too big. He
leaned back now in the sofa, his arms spread and the shift flaps pulled
apart. His prick stood up into a full rigid position. His eyes were intense
even if he was silent now.

I leaned over and started taking him into my mouth. I felt better at this
now, since the angle was better than last time. I focused on the first few
inches, up and down, slowly but surely, before working more of him deeper
into my throat.

The second I went deep I heard Ed let out a soft deep grunt and felt his
fingers run through my hair. "Oh man, Russ. Fuck... that's so beautiful."

I knew he was watching me blow him, and that just encouraged me to do my
best. I worked him for another half minute and could feel his
excitement. As I pulled off some and slowed my sucking, I could taste the
salty precum.

"You getting close?" I asked, pulling all the way off.

He looked down and nodded, a puppy dog expression on his handsome bearded
face. "Fraid so, bud."

I smiled, happy I'd given him that pleasure. If he hadn't mentioned
fucking, I would have happily blown him to completion. But now, I kissed
along his taut abdomen and up his furry chest. His fingers resumed stroking
my hair as I did, until I made my way up to kiss him once more, leading Ed
to wrap his palm around the nape of my neck to hold me steady as our
tongues wrestled.

"Damn," he whispered when I finally pulled back.

"Yeah," I agreed. "You know, you're the best kisser I've ever met."

He cocked a grin. "There been a lot, Russ?"

"My share," I replied. "Nothing crazy."

He seemed to respect my answer. "You have experience bottoming?"

"With a couple of boyfriends, yeah," I answered. I now leaned back, as much
to relieve the tightness in my crotch by spreading my legs as anything. I
blushed now. "I don't know how to bring this up tactfully," I said. "But I
usually do some preparation before I do."

Ed smirked. "I may have some supplies in the master bathroom for just
that."

"You may, huh?" I laughed. This was a man of surprises.

He shrugged. "Call me an optimist."

"OK, Mr. Optimist," I said.

"God, you're so sexy, Russ," Ed said and scooted back toward me for a
kiss. We made out again, and Coach S guided me back down to the sofa. I
liked that he wasn't rushing it. It had actually been nine months or so
since I'd bottomed, and I felt a little out of practice. Holding on to Ed's
thick, fit body and being beneath him was getting me turned on and more
assured.

By now his shirt was untucked and I was able to run my hands all over his
strong back as he humped into me. Still in his khakis, me still
clothed. This guy was unlike anyone I'd been with.

Finally he pulled off with a lusty look. "All right, bud... you feel up for
getting ready?"

"Yeah," I said.

I watched him raise his body off the couch, his khakis still open and his
dick still rock hard and sticking out. He offered a hand to help me up.

"Stuff's under the sink and there's a bath towel on the shelf. Make
yourself at home," he offered.

In all of my mental holiday bingo cards, I never had being in Coach
Stanley's bathroom cleaning myself out to be one of the options. But here I
was.

I showered off and took one last look in the mirror. Maybe like a lot of
gay guys my age, I was able to be both conceited about my youthful looks
and deep-down insecure about my body. But Stanley seemed into it, so I took
a deep breath and opened the bathroom door.

I'd lost my hardon and the urgency of my sexual excitement, but the sight
in front of me had my cock filling out quickly. Ed Stanley was lying back
on his bed with a fully hard prick, naked except for his open dress shirt
and that gold chain.

"Whoa!" I said, my dick bouncing up to rigidity with each step toward the
bed.

"I decided to keep the shirt on. You seemed to like it."

"Hell yes," I said, climbing up on the bed and positioning my naked body
above his half reclined one. "You must think I'm silly," I said.

He laughed. "I'm pretty naive in some things, but teachers have a pretty
good idea when students have the hots for them."

I settled against his furry body and felt his strong hands land on my
ass. "Did you have the hots for me, too?" I asked. It was a question that
had been in the back of my mind since Saturday.

"Truth?" he asked. "I always thought you were incredibly cute, but no I
never had the hots for you. Not till I ran into you..."

Our mouths met. Any hesitation I had about giving my ass to Coach Stanley
was way out the window. I was turned on like mad, but more than that I just
wanted to give him this.

It was my turn to hump into him as he held me and matched the ferocity of
my kiss. For a man with the smooth moves, he seemed happy to switch
gears. Before long, I felt his fingers work deeper into my crack and play
with my still shower-damp hole.

"Hmmph," I muttered into our kiss. When I broke, I actually laughed.

"What?" he asked, with a cheeky grin.

I shook my head. "I guess I'm getting my head around you being aggressive
in bed."

"Too much?" he asked. "We don't gotta, Russ." I could see a real lust in
his blue eyes but to his credit he was giving me an out.

"Nah, not too much," I replied.

"Good," he growled and with a surprise move, he used his superior strength
to maneuver and flip up over, so I was on my back and he was above me. And
just as quickly his lips were attacking my neck, licking and
kissing. Stanley was a sensual lover, very different from the men I'd been
with before. My dick was rock hard and dripping against his stomach fur as
his mouth sought mine out one more time.

"Fuck!" he muttered, breaking the kiss and already kissing his way down my
body. Down my sternum, over my six pack and then licking my cock. "You got
a big dick, Russ," he muttered.

I felt so outmanned by this stud, so it felt nice to be bringing something
to the table. Not that dick size mattered much for me, but Ed seemed into
my prick as he pulled it up and examined it before licking its length
again.

"Tell me if you get close," he said, then began swallowing.

I knew Coach S hadn't had any dick sucking practice in the last few days,
but this BJ was a lot better than the prior one. Maybe he was just less
nervous and more into it. My quick trigger wasn't kicking in, but after a
minute I had to tap his shoulder. "Coach...."

He spit my out and started tonguing my balls. Normally I don't crave that
sensation, but I loved the sweet torture of it now, the way his oral
attention kept me rock hard and dripping while prolonging the pleasure.

And when he put his hands beneath my hamstrings, I got the idea. I pulled
my legs up and back for him.

Some men are hesitant to rim, but Ed wasn't one of them. He dove in,
licking me and teasing my ring. I was surprised by that combination of
eagerness and soft tongue. And the soft scruff of his beard tickled my
cheeks in the best way possible.

"Oh fuck..." I hissed.

He pulled back, shooting his blue eyes up to look at my face. "You like
this, bud?"

"Please don't stop," I laughed, pulling my thighs back further and hiking
my ass up back toward his face. Maybe it looked slutty, but I didn't
care. Coach Stanley was that good at eating ass.

He got a cocky look on his face then dove back in.

I got a few more minutes of that royal treatment, then Ed methodically set
up to prep me with his fingers. He'd set out some lube, and I watched his
intent face as he slid one finger inside me, his eyes darting back and
forth between my hole and my facial reactions.

"You feel amazing, Russ," he said. "You're pretty tight."

"Yeah," I admitted. "Just give me a little time and I'll be good." I wasn't
an expert, but I'd bottomed enough to know it was like riding a
bicycle. And with a top as hot as Coach Stanley I wasn't gonna have a hard
time getting into this.

"You got it, bud."

His eyes were locked on my face when the third finger slipped in. I
expected my hole to resist or my guts to clench tight. But it felt amazing.

"So, bud...." Ed said in soft, low voice. "I generally play safe."

"OK," I muttered. Maybe because he was a teacher and authority figure, I
wasn't surprised by his caution. "I'm on PreP... if that matters."

I could see his chest rise and fall between the open flaps of his
shirt. "It does," he said. He pulled his fingers out and set out to slick
down his thick boner. Ed dizzled some on my boner. He set down the lube and
looked back at me. "I'd love to fuck you raw," he hissed. It was SO wild to
hear Coach S talk so lewdly, so directly. "I've never done that."

My voice was cracking I was so horny. "You're missing out, Coach. It's
amazing." My eyes met his, and I got off seeing his prick jerk some.

He leaned forward and kissed me. Not a Coach Stanley kiss but a hard,
sloppy kiss. I held onto him and did my best to return it, even as I let
him take the lead with his plunging tongue.

Already he was reaching down to guide his prick into place. I realized then
he was real wet from lube, like a crazy of amount of slickness to his prick
that kept me from clenching my defenses shut. Not that I wanted
to. Besides, Ed was already pushing in.

I grunted into his mouth.

He was breathing heavy as he pulled back and looked at me. "Sorry, man... I
just..."

"It's OK," I said, gamely. After all I wanted this more than anything. My
fantasy served to me on a silver platter. "It always stings a little going
in."

He nodded. Like he wanted to learn how my sexual responses were wired.

"Trust me, I want this, too, Coach," I said, reaching up to feel his
chest. "I want your cock."

He slid just a little more into me, like a half inch more. It felt
good. But the real thing that changed for me was seeing Ed Stanley above
me, hunky as hell. Furry chest, rounded pecs, gold chain, button down shirt
undone. I was transported back to my high school JO sessions, only this was
better than I could have ever imagined.

My guts flowered open and Ed's dick sunk in. The sensation felt good for
him, and was a real turn on. His lips curled into a smile.

"Yeah, Russ.... oh fuck."

He gave me a second but quickly realized I didn't need more. Then, his arms
steadying himself above me, Coach S started fucking me. Nice steady pumps
as I wrapped my legs around his waist and touched any part of him that I
could.

"Fuck me, Coach," I hissed. Then corrected, "Ed..." Honestly I didn't know
if the ex-teacher/ex-student thing bothered the man in a moment like
this. I didn't want to spook him, even if I was tapping into that forbidden
fantasy with every single stroke of the man's thick cock.

"Russ fucking McAdams," he hissed, his fucking getting more urgent. Not
hard or fast, but with more power in his hips and glutes as he worked my
hole.

I was SO hard right then. It was tempting to stroke my cock but I didn't
want to blast off right away. I looked up into the man's eyes, his handsome
face, and asked, "Barebacking what you expected, Ed?"

He nodded. "Uh uh. And more. I think I like this too much." His breath was
catching some, and I could tell he was focusing on not cumming quickly.

"You gonna cum in my ass?" I growled. Even if the physical sensations of
raw sex were night and day different for the top more than for the bottom,
the idea of being bred by Ed Stanley was really getting to me just then.

"Oh buddy... fuck...." He slowed his thrusts some and looked down on
me. "You wanna stroke off while I do you?" He seemed surprised I wasn't
already.

I cocked my grin. "I'm pretty sure the second I start I'm gonna cum. Why
don't you go for it, and tell me when you're close."

"Probably not gonna take me long, Russ," he said. Then I felt it. Gone were
the gentle thrusts. This one was hard and deep, surprisingly deep given
Ed's cock size. Then another, perfectly timed.

"This OK, bud?" he asked.

"God yes," I answered. I was in the zone now. Stanley had gotten me into
the zone.

For the next minute I got fucked by a real stud. Ed's meaty ex-jock body
clenching rhythmically above me. His prick hitting my internal spot with
steady repeated force. His muscles clenching, his shirt tails flapping, his
gold chain dangling.

"I'm so close," he gritted through his teeth.

I wrapped my hand around my dick. I was gonna get there with Coach S. "Do
it, Ed. Breed my ass."

"Oh FUCK!" he cried. Not orgasming yet but his hips working faster as he
got closer. My hand was a blur on my cock and I could feel the rumble in my
balls. I opened my eyes wide to take him all in. My dream man, fucking me
hard, his face now starting scrunch up as he came.

"Coach!" I let out as my prick fired all over my body, from my neck to my
abs. I just shot it all out and enjoyed the orgasm of a lifetime. Only as I
came down from the intensity of that high, I hoped my lifetime would have a
lot more like this ahead.

Ed's hips were slowing to a halt, and I could tell he was riding the
aftershocks of a deep cum. "Whoo buddy," he breathed out. "That was
something else." He leaned forward and gave a soft kiss. Not too long since
I think he intuited that I was gonna cramp up bent back in this position.

We uncoupled and Ed rested up in a kneeling position on the mattress. Shirt
still on and open wide, his prick still rigid and coated with lots of lube
and cum. His chest still rising and falling. "Thank you so much,
Russ... that was incredible."

"For me, too," I said as I stretched out my legs. "OK if I rinse off?" I
asked. I didn't want to kill the afterglow, but sometimes after a hard cum
I have to piss. And maybe a part of me felt self-conscious for getting into
bottoming so much with Coach S.

He nodded. "Like I said, Russ... Make yourself at home.""

I went to piss and take a quick shower. I was back out in about five
minutes. Ed had pulled on some sweatpants but still had that button down
shirt on, open to reveal his hairy chest. I don't know if it was for my
benefit, but it was a great sight. He was standing at the window, the
blinds now open.

He looked at me, with almost kid-like excitement. "It's snowing."

I walked over, towel around my waist. Indeed, white flakes were coming
down, hard.

"Whoa," I said.

He clasped his hand on my bare shoulder. "You got your white Christmas,
buddy," he said, his eyes taking in the snow.

"Yeah," I said. I turned to look at him and saw his eyes were no longer on
the snow. They were on me.

"You gotta rush off, Russ?"

I shook my head. "I'm good," I said. "If you don't mind the company."

"The opposite," he said. "Listen... I have some stuff for a holiday dinner,
if you want some."

That surprised me. "You cooked a holiday meal?"

"Store bought," he assured me. "But I've worked up an appetite."

"I'm pretty hungry, too," I admitted. Brunch had now been many hours ago.

We kissed, and I saw the return of soft, gentle Ed Stanley. Until I felt
his strong hand fiddle with my towel and undo it.

I was hard again, but maybe not ready for a second round. "You horny
again?" I asked as I pulled back.

His blue eyes twinkled. "Nah. Just like playing with my Christmas present,"
he laughed. He gave my ass a light slap. "Come on, let's get something to
eat."