Date: Sat, 23 Dec 2017 05:41:39 +0000 (UTC) From: Rodney Hartfield Subject: Pietro and Ryan. A CHRISTMAS STORY Disclaimer: This is a story of fiction and contains explicit sexual acts between men. If it is illegal to read such material where you live, if you are under age, or if such topics offend you, please leave this site. This is fiction. In real life, don't have unprotected sex. Copyright 2017, J Rodney Hartfield, all rights reserved. Please do not copy without permission of the author. If you enjoy reading stories on Nifty, please consider making a donation to Nifty Archives. This is completely a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual people, places or events are completely coincidental. No implication of sexual behavior or sexual orientation of actual people is intended or construed. Pietro and Ryan. A CHRISTMAS STORY Ryan set the steaming cup of coffee on the corner of his desk. He looked over the report in front of him. Why can't I get these figures to balance? The parting words of his asshole boss still rang in his ears. "Everyone can leave early, as long as your work is done." Ryan snarled to himself and the empty office. "Yeah. Thanks for giving me this final report that just happens to have to go out today." Ryan knew he would be working late - and with an early flight in the morning. Disgusted, he swiveled his chair to look out the window. A shiny black Ferrari pulled into the lot and parked next to his lone car. A tall, well-built guy in a gray hoody stepped out of the car carrying a packet. Ryan rubbed his crotch. Undoubtedly a delivery for the office across the hall. I wouldn't be so lucky. He looked back at the document in front of him. The figures seemed to blur. He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes. Maybe if he rested them for a moment, it would clear his brain. A knock on his open door startled him. The guy in the hoody filled the doorway. "Sorry, sir," he said with a bit of an Italian accent. "The front door was open. Could you sign for this package?" Ryan rubbed his eyes. "Sure," he mumbled. The guy swept back his hoody, revealing his face and wavy brown hair. Ryan bit his lip. This guy was gorgeous, with flashing green eyes and full lips, and an adorable, boy-next- door face...Ryan's gaze traveled down the guys body...Yeah, boy-next-door on steroids. The young guy stepped through the door. As he did, the packet slipped from his hand. As he bent to pick it up, Ryan gasped. He thought to himself, "What a fucking, fantastic ass." The guy stood and held out his hand. "Hi. I'm Pietro." Ryan stood and shook his firm hand. He held it a little too long, but he couldn't help himself. "I'm Ryan." He hesitated. "But what...what are you doing delivering packages on the Friday before Christmas?" The guy chuckled. "Just helping out a friend who has a delivery service." He handed Ryan the delivery notice to sign. "And, what are you doing working alone this late on Friday afternoon?" Ryan sat down, signed the paper, handed it back, then pointed to the report. "I've got to finish this report, and I can't get the figures to balance." Pietro smiled. "Maybe I can help. I'm pretty good with numbers." He slipped the sweatshirt over his head. The tight polo beneath accentuated his massive chest and bulging biceps. He came around the desk leaning on the desk beside Ryan. His arm brushed against Ryan's. Ryan breathed in the hint of Armani cologne and pure man scent. Immediately, his manhood jumped to attention in his tight jeans. Without thinking, he adjusted himself. Pietro turned and smiled. He stepped back and looked down at Ryan's full crotch. He licked his lips. "Maybe I can help with that, too." Ryan bit his lip. Then he shrugged. He swiveled around to face Pietro and spread his legs. Pietro pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his smooth chest. A trail of brown hair trailed from his navel and disappeared into his tight jeans. Ryan's cock strained against the fabric of his own jeans. Pietro unbuttoned Ryan's shirt. He opened it and ran his fingers over Ryan's tight pecs and down his tense abs. He unbuttoned Ryan's fly. Ryan lifted his butt so that Pietro could pull his jeans and then his boxers down. Ryan's thick cock sprung free. Pietro licked up the length of Ryan's cock from base to head. The tip of his tongue circled Ryan's crown. The he repeated the action, and then again. He engulfed each of Ryan's full balls, separately, then, with some difficulty, together. Ryan moaned. Then Pietro swallowed Ryan's thick rod. On the third try, Ryan felt it enter Pietro's throat. Ryan grasped a handful of hair on the back of Pietro's head and fucked the young man's throat. Pietro pulled back. He stood. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a condom and packet of lube. He smiled down at Ryan. "I came prepared...just in case." He laid the condom and lube on the desk. He picked up the coffee cup and set it on the window sill. He again looked down at Ryan and smiled. "Will you fuck me?" The chair flew back. Shoes and socks and jeans and boxers scattered. Ryan swept the papers from the desk. He pushed Pietro's torso onto the desk, with that gorgeous bubble butt on display. Ryan spread Pietro's cheeks. He dove into his crack. The musky smell sent his senses into overdrive. He licked and chewed that sweet ass, driving his tongue into the young Italian's hole. Pietro whimpered in ecstasy. Ryan ripped open the condom and slipped it over his swollen and pulsing cock. He dribbled lube down Pietro's crack, then worked it into his hot hole with one, then a second finger. "Fuck me," Pietro groaned. Please fuck me. Now!" Ryan placed the head of his cock against Pietro's hole. He pushed in gently. The head slipped past the outer muscles. Pietro gasped. Ryan waited. Pietro relaxed. "Now," he whispered. Ryan began to enter him, until he was balls deep. "Yes," exclaimed Pietro. "Now, fuck me with that big thing." Ryan pulled back, then drove it home. Again and again he slammed into that perfect ass. He pulled out and flipped Pietro over on his back. He pulled him to the edge of the desk. Pietro rested his legs on Ryan's shoulders. Ryan drove his cock home in one plunge. Pietro gasped, then pulled Ryan to him with his strong legs. Ryan began to power fuck him. His muscles began to contract. He moaned, "I'm gonna cum." Pietro opened his eyes and looked straight at Ryan. "On my face. Cum on my face." Ryan pulled out and ripped the condom from his cock. He climbed on the desk, straddling Pietro's torso. In two short jerks, his spunk splashed across that pretty face. Pietro groaned as his own cock exploded, drenching both their abs and chests. *** Ryan shook his head and rubbed his eyes. His coffee was still steaming at the corner of his desk, but the report lay completed in a neat stack in the center of his desk. He looked down. The front of his shirt was wet. He unbuttoned it. The faint aroma of cum and...Armani cologne? The roar of a car starting in the parking lot drew his attention to the window. A shiny, black Ferrari was backing out from the spot next to his car. The driver's side window rolled down and a young guy with brown hair stuck his head out. He waved. Then, as he drove off, he said, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good night." I hope you enjoyed my little Christmas story. If you would like to comment, contact me at RodneyHartfield69@yahoo.com. We writers always love to hear from our readers. Merry Christmas