Date: Wed, 8 Feb 2023 00:54:02 -0600
From: Xhaiden Angel <xangel.author@gmail.com>
Subject: "A Year With Mr. Yates" 12

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December 1

Preston woke with a crick in his neck and a delicious pain in his
ass. Behind him, Nathaniel's breathing was hot on his neck. The man's
steel-hard cock rested in the cleft of his sore ass. Both cheeks were
bruised from being manhandled and his hole was sore from being fucked. Six
times. In one night. Preston pulled one cheek to the side. Nathaniel's
blunt head fell right in where he wanted it to. Sore or not, he pushed back
on the thing and it opened him again. Preston slid one leg in between
Nathaniel's and reached back for his hip. Using him as leverage, he filled
himself with cock. Nathaniel stirred and nuzzled his neck.

"Can't get enough, huh, stud?"

"You just feel so damned good."

"Want to steer, this time?"

Preston rolled with the man as Nathaniel rolled onto his back. In this new
position, he was free to ride the way he wanted, at the speed and depth he
wanted. It took some effort to get turned around so he could see the man
but when he did, he was mesmerized by the emotion on his face. Nathaniel
held Preston's hips, guiding him to the best way to take him without it
hurting. They worked together to give each other the best pleasure. Preston
relaxed as he eased down, then clenched hard when he rose up. It felt best
that way. Nathaniel's grimace came from pleasure.

"God..." Preston said, speeding his hips up. "Fucking...god...this feels
amazing."

"Damn right it does. Daddy's got a thick ol' cock...just for you."

Bracing his hands on the man's chest, Preston bucked his hips in a circular
motion. Each push brought more of Nathaniel inside him. Soon, he was
churning his insides with the hard thickness and groaning out every
move. Under him, Nathaniel bucked up, short bursts to give him a little
more of what it looked like he was wanting.

"Fuck. Oh, god...fuck me harder."

"After last night? You sure?"

"Yes, goddamn it! Fuck me!"

Determined to oblige, Nathaniel got up. This flipped Preston onto his
back. Nathaniel raised the man's legs and spread them wide. The first few
pumps of his hips set his pace. Preston gasped at the depth the man was
capable of. The jabs of Nathaniel's hips made his breath hitch. He balled
the sheets in his fists while Nathaniel's hard dick slammed into him. It
jostled his body. It stirred his insides. Preston felt every thrust bring
him closer to cumming. Nathaniel gave him what he wanted, an unapologetic,
bowel-stirring ass-fucking that had Preston groaning and moaning in
minutes. Every time it slammed into him, Preston tried not to make any
noise. Soon, though, he was chanting, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" like a
mantra. Need kept his ass open and his cock hard. Nathaniel drilling into
him kept his precum flowing.

"Goddamn...oh, fuck! FUCK!" Nathaniel roared.

Preston braced himself. His ankles were pushed in opposite directions. His
legs ached. Nathaniel's cock erupted inside of him - making his own dick
spew a thick shower of cum down on his chest and face. The two men groaned
as they ground against one another, both of them shaking from the
intensity.

December 5

"I can't believe it's December 5th already," Chad said, sliding in behind
the sheriff. "Some-Daddy's birthday is today."

Mike Malone smirked. "Thank you for my early present, baby."

"Was I good, daddy?"

"You were, baby." The sheriff pulled on his socks. "Sweet, warm, tight ass
to fuck, first thing in the morning. Best birthday present!"

Chad kissed the man's neck, then his ear. "I wish you didn't have to go."

Mike sighed, not wanting to hear what came next. "Let's not do this, okay?
You know I can't get out of what I'm in. Three kids, none of them out of
school? If I divorce Reba now, she'll bankrupt me with child support. What
we have is all we can have, for now."

A few more kisses to the man's neck, shoulders, and upper back. Chad laid
his face on the man's shoulder. "We're not going to talk about it. I didn't
mean what I said to be an open door to that conversation. I just meant, I
wish you had a few more minutes, even an hour."

"Me, too. I have to get to work a little earlier, today. We're getting a
new prisoner."

"Be careful." Chad deposited a few more kisses. "Will you be able to come
by after work?"

"Reba and the kids are making a special dinner." He took Chad's hand in
his. "Whatever she and I had is long dead. My kids, though, they mean the
world to me." He kissed the back of the hand. "You do, too. I need you to
know that. I also need you to understand a little while longer."

"Your youngest is eleven. That's seven more years. I'll be thirty."

Mike smiled at the way Chad said "thirty," like it was the end of the
world. Standing, he faced the kid and caressed his face. "It may not be as
long as you think."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm a sheriff, if you remember. My job is to uncover things people don't
want uncovered."

December 7

Sam leaned against the counter. Beside him, Cruz was leaning against
him. On his other side, Dillon looked like he might pass out. Across the
kitchen, naked and stroking himself, Dodge swiveled his hips in a slow,
sexy way. He turned in a slow circle, making sure to show all of his
ass. Jason Baker dropped into a crouching position so he could see the
fullness of the guy's balls, no matter which direction he turned. When
Dodge got all the way back around, he angled his phone up to get the beefy
pecs and tight stomach. And, of course, his sweet, dripping cock. The music
was coming to a close so Dodge gave himself a few more hefty strokes. Just
as the music was dying, he blasted out a huge load. Jason caught every
second.

"Goddamn," Sam swore, pushing off the counter. "That was fucking hot!"

Cruz came forward. "That was MY baby doing that!"

Raising the clown mask, Dodge was ready for the long, deep kiss from his
boyfriend. Jason stood up and made sure the video saved. He handed over the
phone and went to get some paper towels. Cruz pressed himself against
Dodge, very aware of the still-hard dick bumping against his leg. They
kissed a few more times.

"Okay, guys, it's December 8th. We've got four more days until our
party. Everybody got their Secret Santa stuff?"

"Hell, yeah, Sam," Jason said, wiping up the floor. "I bought mine at
Danny's last week."

"Danny's? The sex shop? Oh, hell..." Sam said, rolling his eyes.

Dodge laid the clown mask on the counter. "We're going to do more than
Secret Santa, right? I mean, like the REAL stuff we usually do?"

"Yes, horn-dog," Jason teased. "We're going to do the 'real' stuff. There
might a special guests this time around, if Sam can arrange it."

"Who is it?" Dillon asked, hopping up onto the counter. "Some twink from
college?"

"I can't tell you but this year is going to be mind-blowing. I
guaran-damn-tee-it."

"Uh-huh," Cruz said, stroking Dodge. "You said that the year we all turned
18. Seeing male exotic dancers taking it off for women wasn't
mind-blowing. We were the only dudes in the place and the dancers didn't
come anywhere near us."

"Is Chad coming?" Jason asked, heading off an argument. "Please, tell me
Chad's coming."

"He said he bought his gift so I'm assuming he is."

"Anybody know who he's fucking?" Dodge asked, leaning against the counter.

Nobody said anything for a few minutes. Finally, Dillon said, "Sheriff
Malone."

"Get the fuck out!" Sam exclaimed. "No way! Sheriff Malone's balls belong
to his crab-tree wife!"

"Maybe, but his cock belongs to Chad." Dillon smirked. "I saw it with my
own two eyes. I felt it with my own ass, if I'm being blunt."

"You and Chad...and hunky Sheriff Mike? Bitch. Tell me you videoed it."

"No, but I wasn't the only one who saw it."

Dodge and Dillon shared a look only they noticed. Jason and Sam elbowed
each other. Cruz got down on his knees and started licking at the drooping
head of his boyfriend's cock. It responded right away and he slipped it
into his mouth.

"You guys have all been to Sheriff Malone's parties, at one time or
another. Hell, except for me, you've all played pivot man to that group of
studs. Well, except Cruz. You were in Barbados the year it was your
turn. Anyway, Chad was there in a cat suit with a butt-plug tail and
ears. It was hot. He and Sheriff Mike fucked a few times and you could tell
it was way beyond just a fuck."

Sam went over and knelt down beside Cruz. Lifting Dodge's full balls, he
started licking until they were slick and wet with spit. He and Cruz
kissed, then started mouthing each side of Dodge's cock. The beefier male
slid his hands into their hair and started swiveling his hips.

"It's true. I saw it, myself." Jason said, walking over to Dillon. "We're
about two blowjobs behind the others. Why don't you get out of those
shorts? Let me catch up."

Jason's hand slid into the side of the shorts. Dillon's bare nipples
hardened. He and Jason kissed, long and deep and with full tongue. In a few
minutes, Jason pulled his shorts off, leaving him naked. Dillon let him
remove his, leaving him naked, too. Still on the counter, he put both legs
over Jason's shoulders and slid to the edge. Smiling, Jason accepted what
was offered and bent down to kiss Dillon's sweet cockhead. His mouth slid
over the cap and clamped down with his lips. He sucked hard and Dillon
filled his mouth with precum.

Dodge watched Jason go down on his little brother. Dillon leaned back,
supporting himself on his arms. His head fell back, his shaggy hair falling
out of his eyes. Dodge got to see the full, blissful look on his
face. Those sweet lips parted and Dillon let out a moan.

"Hold up, guys," Dodge said, stopping both Sam and Cruz. "I need to do
something."

Sidestepping both the kneeling males, Dodge walked over to the opposing
counter. He took Dillon's face in his hands and brought their lips
together. Shocked, Dillon tried to pull back, at first. Then, as he
realized what was happening, he kissed back. He opened his mouth, letting
Dodge's eager tongue into his mouth. Their kiss deepened. Jason, now aware
of what was going on, just sucked harder. His mouth worked double-time,
feeling what the kiss was doing to Dillon's dick.

"Ho-lee shit," Sam said, reaching for Cruz's cock. "You seeing this?"

"Uh...yeah. I'm in the same room you are," the other boy said, reaching for
Sam's shaft.

Dodge pushed his tongue deeper into Dillon's mouth. His hands glided in
around Dillon's shoulders, up under his arms, around his back. He pulled
Dillon closer to him. Dillon's hand closed around his brother's thick cock
and started stroking. Dodge groaned.

"That's..."

"Hot as fuck," Sam finished for Cruz.

"Yeah. Just what I was going to say."

Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing at the sound of this new
voice. Only Dodge and Dillon kept on, their kissing getting wilder and more
intense. Jason, deciding he didn't care who just walked in, kept swallowing
cock. His pace picked up and his hand started working Dillon's full
ballsac.

"Mr. Newman," Sam said, his voice shaky. "We thought you were out of town
until tomorrow."

"Snow caused me to...come back early." Lyle said, distracted by the Curry
boys. "You guys...eaten, yet?"

Cruz answered. "We were going to call for pizza."

"Yeah," Lyle said, watching Dodge kiss Dillon's neck and pull his
hair. "One large cheese, for me. Since there's five of you...I expect you
to provide my topping." He put his coat across a chair. "They should have
my card on file."

Cruz knee-walked over to the man and undid his pants. Lyle's hand slid into
his thick hair, and when his cock flew free of his zipper, he eased the
boy's mouth onto it. Still mesmerized by the Curry boys, he worked his hips
in a back-and-forth motion. Cruz pushed his pants down then took firm hold
of his ass cheeks. Sam was ready. When the man's pucker came into view,
when he smelled soap and a little musk, he dived in. Lyle's other hand
clamped onto Sam's head and he pulled the boy in deeper. Sam obliged him,
tonguing his warm hole.

Lyle groaned. "God, the things you boys get up to when I'm not home."

"Ummm," Dillon said, trying to form words. "It's...I'm...damn it...fuck,
Jason..."

The kneeling Baker boy knew what to do. Holding to Dillon's legs, he sped
up. His mouth worked twice as fast on the thick shaft. Dillon held tighter
to Dodge's shoulder, deciding to release his dick. His balls
tightened. Dodge's mouth found his again. Their kissing was all he
needed. Cum ripped out of his cock, right into Jason's mouth. They all
groaned at the sudden release, all of them feeling it in different
ways. All Jason could do was swallow as Dillon pumped his mouth full. Dodge
was more than happy when Dillon fell into his chest, arms locking around
his neck. Their kissing reached new heights.

"Fuck," Lyle said, giving the boys a steady rhythm with his hips. "Baker,
give the boys some room to work. Get over here and give Cruz your cock." He
slowed Sam's tongue, then moved the boy's head. "Get on the table, son. I'm
going to give you mine."

Sam scrambled to obey. Lyle was quick to move in behind him, spreading his
legs and taking advantage of the spit Cruz left. The man's eyes were glued
to Dillon and Dodge, who seemed lost in their own carnal world. He put his
hands on Sam's shoulders and slid into him. Sam's hiss of pleasure turned
him on, just like it always did. Lyle leaned in, sliding both arms under
Sam and gripping his shoulders again. He hissed into the boy's ear to get
ready. Sam gripped the sides of the table. Lyle's hips swiveled once before
starting a frantic rhythm of back-and-forth. The Currys were intoxicating
for him and he wanted to take full advantage of their unrestrained show.

Dodge closed his hand over Dillon's cock and started rubbing. Free to
speak, to breathe, Dillon rested his head on his brother's shoulder. "At
the party...the clown mask..."

"All me, little bro. All me."

"Could you...maybe...do it again?"

"Here? Are you sure?"

"We just made out in front of our friends, and your boyfriend. I think
we're safe. Yes, I'm sure. Grab that oil, there. Grease me up. Put your
massive clown-cock in me again."

"Clown-cock, huh?"

Dodge did reach for the bottle of oil but instead of greasing Dillon's
anxious hole, he covered two fingers of his own hand. Dillon's legs clamped
around his waist, first. Then, as Dillon leaned back on the counter, they
slid up around his brother's shoulders. Reaching down, he spread his cheeks
with both hands, a silent plea for his brother to fill him up. Dodge slid
his greased fingers in and started churning. Dillon groaned, the sensation
one he wasn't expecting. Dodge worked his hand in a slow back-and-forth.

Sam held tighter to the table but, as Lyle's hard thrusts got even harder,
he thought he was going to be shoved off the other side. The man's hips
slammed hard into him, driving his thick cock all the way every time. It
was glorious for Sam, who knew the feeling of some of the thickest fuckers
in this town. Father Vanzetti was a little bigger around than Lyle but the
father didn't have the extra inch Lyle had. Both men knew how to fuck but
Lyle was an animal when he was turned on. Right now, it felt like Lyle was
trying to drive him through the table and into the floor.

"Fuck me," Dillon whimpered, grinding himself on the fingers.

"Fuck him," Lyle growled, grinding into Sam. "Fuck him hard -- like before!
Nail that little slut's ass to the wall, then keep pounding him!"

Dillon half-smiled, half grimaced. "Sounds like an awesome plan! Do what he
says, bro! Do it now! Do it hard! Fuck me!"

With one foot, Dodge pulled a small stepstool over to him. Getting up on
the first step, he lined his hard shaft up with Dillon's greased
hole. Without taking his fingers out, he eased his head in alongside
them. Dillon gasped, then reached for the cabinets overhead. Bracing
himself, he pushed hard against the cabinet. Dodge's cock slammed up inside
him.

"Goddamn," Lyle growled. "God-fucking-damn it!"

Sam got to take in one good breath before Lyle's hammering cock drove all
the air out of him. The hefty man's muscled body fell onto him as his sweet
meat started spewing hot cum up into his guts. Sam felt his own dick throb
and start to spill his load seconds later. Lyle pumped into him as he
pumped his jizz onto the expensive table.

"Mmm," Dillon mouthed. "Fuck...fuck, you're big! Jesus, big brother...oh,
Jesus..."

In spite of his whimpering, Dillon was pushing against the wall behind him,
slamming himself onto the girthy log Dodge had inside him. He used his legs
to pull himself further down, to keep Dodge in him. The need he felt for
the whole length was intense. Dodge seemed to know this, as he kept
plunging himself all the way inside him each time he thrust. Their furious
back and forth was something everyone in the kitchen was hot to see.

Dodge pushed Dillon's knees up to his chest, crossed his ankles, and turned
him to the side. He pressed his whole body forward to pin him in
place. Then, he started working his hips in a steady, hard pace. Every
forward thrust pushed a whimpering sound out of his brother. Soon, his
pistoning hips turned Dillon into a shuddering, whimpering mess.

"Yeah...fuck me...god! God, yes...fuck me!" Was all Dillon could say in
this new position. "So hot! Your cock is so hot! God, Dodge...god!"

"I know, little brother, I know."

The assurance came with deep thrusts, each one pushing Dillon into the
wall. His shoulders bumped every time but he used his position to push back
on Dodge's cock. Their back-and-forth got more frantic until both Dodge and
Dillon were breathing heavy, sweating, and sliding against one another like
two rutting animals.

Dodge's meaty fingers dug into Dillon's thick ass. "Fuck.." he
muttered. "Yeah, baby brother...I'm there!"

Burying himself deep in Dillon, the larger of the two let out one final
growl before his cock exploded. Strong jets of cum blasted out of him, each
one hotter than the last. Dillon groaned, his own pent-up prick doing the
same. Thick ropes of cum splashed over his chest, his throat, and
face. Dodge licked at his body while still pumping his hips. Once his
tongue was coated in cum, he shoved it into Dillon's willing, open mouth.

"Fuck, that was hot," Sam sighed, still pinned to the table under Lyle's
sweaty body.

The man's body, flexed as Lyle rose up on his hands. "Who the fuck's
hungry? Goddamn! After that, I hope you boys have enough left to cover that
fucking pizza -- otherwise, I'll have to get it from the source!" He
laughed. "Jason, call in the order!"

December 10

Preston wrote the date in the corner of his journal. After a short entry
about his work, he noted the windy weather and the coming snow. Second of
the month. Nothing about his time with Nathaniel made it into his
book. Nothing about sneaking looks at Lyle Fenway, dirty fantasies about
Chad, and certainly nothing about his visit to Gavin's apartment the day
before. Not one word about how the beautiful boy's mouth covered his cock,
or how his hands worked their way under his shirt to pull and twist at his
nipples. Preston shifted in his chair, remembering the warmth of Gavin's
throat, the skill of his tongue, and the sweet tightness of his firm, round
ass. He put his pen down and closed the journal. After a few minutes, he
put it in a drawer and locked it.

The doorbell rang, bringing him downstairs to answer it.

"Hope I'm not bothering you," Sheriff Malone said, coming inside. "Brought
you an early Christmas present. Hell, one we can both enjoy."

Preston closed the door and walked with him into the living room. The
sheriff sat down, put a folder on the coffee table, and slid it over to
him. Preston sat down. Nervous fingers picked up the folder and opened
it. After thumbing through the contents, he looked up at the sheriff.

"How'd you get these?"

"Connections. They're legit. All forty-two of them. I have receipts,
too. Travel logs. Hotel sign-ins. The whole shebang. I have enough to bury
the both of them."

"No way they could worm out of this?"

"Fuck, no. Larry Daniels is already drawing up my papers. After I told him
what I found, he said he'd do the same for you, if you want." Mike put his
phone on the table and slid it across, too. "I've already pulled up his
number. Just hit send."

Preston put the folder down and picked up the phone. "Looks like it's going
to be a good fucking Christmas, after all."

"For the both of us!"

December 14

Father Marcus Fleming slid the 14 block into its place on the December
Advent calendar. He adjusted the tall, smiling Santa. He put in both new
candles and made sure the holders were centered. A few minutes later, a
knock at the door startled him. It took him a few minutes to collect
himself before going to answer it. Standing on the porch, dressed in a long
gray overcoat, was an unexpected visitor. They looked at one another for a
long time before the visitor spoke.

"Invite a stranger in, father?"

"Of course! Where are my manners?"

Marcus stepped out of the way, allowing the visitor in. He closed the door
and locked it against the cold wind and snow. Turning toward his visitor,
he noticed the warm looking red scarf and its snowflake pattern. He smiled,
then complimented the scarf.

"Thanks. My grandmother sent it to me. Are you alone in the house, father?"
The visitor smiled. "That was a terrible line from a good horror
movie. Sorry. I meant, am I catching you at a bad time?"

"N-no. I was...going to watch a movie. Maybe have some hot chocolate."

"Can I interest you in an alternative plan for the evening?" The visitor
slid the scarf off and laid it across the back of a nearby chair. "I
brought you a present."

"A...present? For me?"

The visitor looked down at his coat, then up at the man. "Go ahead,
father. Unwrap it."

Marcus crossed the short distance and touched the top button of the
coat. The visitor's eyes were warm and kind. His lips were full and pink,
and very inviting. His facial hair was neat and trimmed, close to his
handsome face. Marcus managed to undo the first button. Then, the
second. The third revealed smooth, hard, bare muscle. The fourth revealed
the visitor's firm, flat stomach.

"One more, father. One more."

The man undid the last button and spread the coat to either side of the
visitor's body. Underneath, the slender body was nude except for a pair of
perfect pink briefs, packed full of semi-hard penis. Marcus made a small
gasping sound when his visitor drew his hand to the firm mound.

"Happy Christmas, father."

"Pretty. Out of Pink." Marcus whispered. "And, this is...for me?"

The visitor let the coat fall off his shoulders. In addition to the briefs,
he wore tall pink socks that came up a few inches above his knees, and
black boots. Marcus took in the full picture and made another small
sound. The boy's beautiful body shone in the soft light of the
entryway. His proud, brownish-pink nipples stood out from his chest,
begging for a warm mouth.

"Wh-what's your real name?"

The visitor moved Marcus' hand up to his warm, flat stomach. "Gavin. Good
to meet you."

"Su-such a sweet boy. You're such a sweet boy."

"Oh, no," Gavin said, sliding the man's hand up to his right nipple. "I'm a
whore, father. I'm a dirty sinner...and I need to be cleansed. Think you
can cleanse me?"

Nodding, Marcus said, "Having therefore these promises, dearly beloved, let
us cleanse ourselves from all filthiness..." His fingers closed around the
boy's nipple. "...of the flesh and spirit, perfecting holiness in the fear
of God."

"Second Corinthians, 7:1." Gavin said with a soft smile. "Have you eaten
yet, father?" He took Marcus' other hand and pressed it against his pent-up
prick. "I've got a delicious treat for you."

"Can I kiss you, first?"

"Please, do." Gavin said, his smile broadening. "As often as you want."

The man's hand cupped the boy's face. "H-how old are you, sweet sinner?"

"Twenty-three. Twenty-four in another month."

Marcus touched the boy's lips with his own. The first kiss sent a shiver
through his whole body. When Gavin's hands started working the buttons of
his shirt loose, he broke the kiss and took a step back. Still holding the
hand, he shook his head.

"I want to look at you. Kiss you. Touch you." Marcus smiled. "Go into the
living room. Please."

Gavin smiled again, then walked at a slow, even pace into the living
room. Marcus sighed at the T-back pink briefs and the beautiful, rounded
ass on this boy. He followed, mesmerized by this tantalizing being. Going
around him, he went to sit on the couch. Gavin stood in the center of the
room, legs spread, back straight, arms above his head. He moved in elegant,
sensual ways, accentuating his crotch and firm ass.

"Then will I sprinkle clean water upon you, and ye shall be clean from all
your filthiness, and from all your idols, will I cleanse you."

Gavin looked the man in the eyes and said, "Ezekiel 36:25."

Spreading his legs to ease the hardness between them, Marcus sighed
again. "Put on the whole armore of God, that you may be able to
stand...against the wiles of the devil."

Swaying closer until his bulging crotch could touch the man's parted lips,
Gavin smiled down at him. "Am I the devil, then? Come to tempt you into
sin?"

The man's hand grazed the bulge, then traced the waistband of the pink
briefs. He leaned in and pressed his nose to the bulge, inhaling its
scent. A clean, musky scent, blended with soap and sweat, filled his
nose. His hand eased down the inside of the boy's thigh, around his leg and
up to the fullness of his ass. He breathed in the scent again, sighing yet
again.

"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities,"
the father said, watching with a parched mouth. "Against powers, against
rulers of the darkness of this world...against spiritual wickedness in high
places."

"Take your shirt off for me," Gavin whispered, running his hands through
the man's hair. "Shoes. Socks. Pants. Take your clothes off for me...be
wicked with me."

"Sinner," Marcus whispered back, already getting out of his shoes and
unbuttoning his shirt. "So young, so beautiful, but so very sinful."

It took a few minutes for Marcus to undress. Gavin stopped him before he
could remove the scarlet briefs that hugged the man's hips. Still standing,
the boy put his foot on the man's crotch and gave it a few gentle
passes. Marcus' gaze was drawn to his own groin and what the boy was doing
to it. The foot caressed him to more aroused state.

"You said, on my site, how pretty you thought my feet were. Want to see up
close?"

Nodding, Marcus brought the sock down and off the boy's leg and
foot. Beautiful, round toes returned to his groin and curled around his
cock. A large area of moisture appeared, spreading out under the boy's
gentle back-and-forth movement.

"Wanna taste?"

Gavin didn't wait for an answer before touching the man's bottom lip with
his foot. Marcus' mouth parted and he leaned in to take the first digit
in. It tasted like the boy smelled, good and manly. He sucked in the taste
and noticed how the boy's already-full crotch swelled even more.

"It gets me off, father. Keep that up and you'll make me cum." Gavin
withdrew his foot, dropping it back to the man's crotch. "What do you want
me to do, now? Should I dance a little more? Maybe I could clean something
dirty." Gavin rubbed a few more times before withdrawing his foot. "If
you'd let me, I could slide your beautiful cock into my mouth and bring you
to the edge of a mind-shattering orgasm."

"C-can I ask why you're here, Gavin? Why you're really here?" Marcus moved
to the edge of the couch. "Did someone send you?"

The boy's expression grew softer. His hand touched Marcus' face, then
caressed his cheek. "You sent me a very sweet email when you bought my
underwear. I wanted to meet the man who said such nice things in such a
nice way."

"How did you find out who I was?"

"Let's say, being sexy online isn't my only skill. After such a sweet
message, I knew I had to meet you. Did I overstep, father? Should I leave?"

"Don't leave." Marcus drew the boy forward again. He took both his hands
and brought them to his mouth. After kissing each of them, the man
stood. "I'd like it if you'd stay. And, call me Marcus."

"If I stay, you're going to have to do something for me, Marcus."

"What's that?"

The boy's hand eased around the firmness in the man's briefs. "I want this
inside me."

Confronted with such boldness, Marcus walked the boy over to a chair and
pushed him into it. Gavin smiled as he let the man position his legs over
each of the arms, then pull him to its edge. Marcus knelt and caressed the
smooth thighs.

"Galatians 5:16," Marcus whispered, sliding his hands under Gavin's firm
cheeks.

Gavin whispered back, "Walk in the Spirit, and ye shall not fulfill the
lust of the flesh." He worked his body further forward. "Are you going to
fulfill your fleshly lust with me?"

Nodding, Marcus put a thumb on either side of the boy's exposed pucker and
spread it. He touched the tip of his tongue to it. When Gavin sighed, he
eased his tongue forward. Gavin gripped the arms of the chair, sucking in
breath through his teeth. Marcus eased more inside of him, then closed his
mouth over the hole. He drew in the tender flesh and bit down. Gavin
groaned, then pushed forward. Marcus chewed a bit, then released. His
tongue soothed the spot his teeth held. Gavin's right leg came to rest on
the man's shoulder. Marcus flicked his tongue over the sensitive spot,
making sure to stab at the center in between.

"How...did you learn to do that?"

"A friend taught me," Marcus said, sending a silent word of thanks to
Dodge. He smeared his spit around with his thumb before easing it inside
the boy. "Like it?"

"God, yes! Don't stop doing that."

Working his thumb, the father smiled. Alternating between his thumb and his
tongue, he got the warm hole slick and sopping. Getting on his knees, he
pulled the waistband of his briefs out and tucked it under his balls. His
proud cock waved as he moved closer to the boy. Gavin reached for him,
closing his hand around the firm shaft. He gave it several loving strokes,
enough to bring the precum oozing to the head. Using just his thumb, he
spread the stuff all over the shaft. Marcus trembled at the sensation this
gave him.

Gavin put his thumb in his mouth, savoring the taste. "Delicious, father. I
can't wait to have it inside me but I also can't wait to taste it."

Unsure how to respond, Marcus let Gavin show him what he wanted first. The
boy's hand returned to his cock and after a few strokes, eased the head
into his slick pucker. It felt so warm, so tight, like this was where he
should be. Slow and steady strokes made Gavin sigh. Marcus loved the
blissful look on the boy's face as he worked his hips. He loved how he
would tease and pull on his nipples, how his own sweet cock strained the
pink fabric of his briefs. Marcus ran his fingers over the bulge, teasing
it, making the dark wet spot even larger.

Thinking it to be a very naughty thing, he took hold of the waistband and
eased it up and back. The boy's beautiful cock stood proud and
drooling. Gavin's sigh of release was a sweet, eager sound. Marcus tucked
the waistband under the boy's balls before dipping to give the full head a
gentle kiss.

"N-no, father...don't tease."

Marcus touched it with his tongue, easing it into the warm slit. The taste
was sweet, like strawberries, but salty. He eased his tongue in more and
the boy gushed more of the fluid. Marcus slowed his hips and slid his lips
around the full head. Gavin rose up off the chair, his hands now on the
man's head. Insistent, but gentle, he tried to push the man's head down but
Marcus let him know, he was in charge. The man was slow in his taking of
the boy's cock into his mouth. Gavin whimpered. Marcus took the extra
length in his hand and held it in a firm grip.

"Please, father! Please!"

Marcus smiled. "...and he laid hold on the dragon, the old serpent, which
is the devil." His smile eased and leaned in to kiss the boy's full, sweet
lips. "...and shut him up..." Marcus said, his smile returning. He swiped
his thumb over the boy's drooling cock, then touched his forehead with the
wet mess. "...and set a seal upon him..."

"Revelations 20." Gavin whispered, smiling. "I don't think that's what
those verses mean, though, father. I think they're more about the
subjugation of the devil and the victory over him."

Marcus squeezed the boy's cock, coaxing more precum from its head. He
lapped this up, stopping his hips all together. Gavin whimpered again,
feeling his need escalate.

"Looks to me like I interpreted the verses just right," Marcus said, a
wicked smile on his face. "This horny little devil looks pretty subjugated,
to me."

"You're a bad man, father," Gavin said with his own wicked smile.

The man rotated his hips a few more times, then proceeded with his deep,
slow fucking of the boy's warm hole. As his cock opened the sweet entrance,
his hand worked the impressive meat jutting from the boy's groin. More and
more precum oozed from the slit, some of which Marcus shared with Gavin. In
between the groans and whimpers, Gavin accepted more and more of his own
cum. By the time Marcus' thrusts had gotten to the stage where he was
hammering the kid into the back of the chair, Gavin was gushing like a
fountain. Marcus squeezed the base as the kid's cock started spewing the
real thing. This angled the head so the resulting firehose discharge
splashed all over the kid's sweet face. To the father's surprise, Gavin
opened his mouth and tried to catch as much of it as he could. Marcus
watched a healthy amount of the stuff collect on his tongue and in his
mouth.

Fastening his mouth to Gavin's, Marcus swirled his tongue in the kid's
mouth. The taste of him was like nectar. As he and the kid kissed, the
father began pumping his own sweetness into the warm hole gripping and
clenching around his cock. His hips were slow and deliberate as they pushed
his load into the boy. Gavin's heels dug into the small of his back as he
insisted the man dump it all inside him. Marcus caressed the boy's face as
their kiss went on, as more and more of their sounds synched up. Gavin's
whimpers turned to deep groans, matching Marcus'.

"That was glorious."

"So are you, my son." Marcus smoothed the hair from the boy's forehead. "I
just thought about how cold you must have been out there on the porch. In
just your sweet pink briefs and socks."

"You warmed me up good, though. It was worth a little bit of discomfort."
Gavin kissed him. "You're really handsome, father. Such a nice man, too."
He squirmed a bit in the chair. "You're also still very, very hard. Even
after such a nice load...you're still so hard."

Caressing the boy's face, Marcus gave him a kiss on the forehead. "How
about we change positions and you let me watch you ride my hard cock."

"Language, father," Gavin teased, pretending to be shocked.

The man leaned in, nuzzled the boy's ear and growled, "That wasn't an idle
suggestion, sinner. I want to see your sweet ass riding my hard cock until
I blow another load up inside you!"

"Hell, yeah," Gavin growled back. "This is the best Christmas gift I've
ever given!"

End of Part 12: December