Date: Thu, 24 Dec 2015 06:39:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: Phillip Cook <cookphillip@att.net>
Subject: Jingle Bell Cock

The following story is about an awkward, shy, nerd, who is a freshman at
college and get invited to an all jock party by his best friend, whom he
has a secret crush on. Soon the party turns into a free for all orgy, which
includes the teams sexy coach. Though I name the main character Phillip, he
bears no resemblance to me and is not based on anything that happened to
me. This story is complete fiction and so are all the characters
involved. I named the character after myself because it is my fantasy.

Oh, and if you enjoy this story, please check out my book on Amazon kindle,
it's called Cowboy Christmas: A Gay Erotic Tale.

And for those of you who are awaiting updates for two of my nifty stories
Jacking My Best Friend and Who Would I tell, in the gay/college section and
the bi/camping section, collectively, I will be updating soon, so stay
tuned. Sorry it took so long, but been having health problems and also been
quite busy. I will try to update within the next week or two.

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Thank you.

Now here's our story:

Jingle Bell Cock

"So, do you want to go to the Christmas party?" Randy Haskell asked, my
best friend since freshman year of high school. Now we're freshman at
college sitting in a small coffee shop in town, it's raining outside and we
stopped in to dry off and wait until the rain passes. Randy sat down
opposite me in a booth, looking expectantly at me. "It'll be a lot of fun,
you'll see ." He sipped his mocha latte, waiting for me to answer.

"I'm not sure it will be my thing," I took a sip of my own latte, trying to
decide how to word it. "It will be all jocks there. I won't fit in."

"I'm a jock," he said, spreading his arms out wide so I could take a good
look at the jersey he's wearing of the team logo, a ram, as if to emphasize
the point.

"Yeah, but you're different." I pointed out. "You've been my friend since
high school, four years ago. So I know you. The other's, well, let's just
say I'm not sure they will appreciate a nerd crashing their party," I
pushed my glasses up my nose which had slid down during our conversation.

"First of all, you're not crashing. I'm inviting you. Second of all, you're
full of shit?" He grinned and sat back in the booth waiting for my
response. He didn't have to wait long.

I looked up, eyes wide, mouth agape.

"What?"

"You heard me. You're just too shy to meet new people. The jocks I know are
really cool guys. They wouldn't have a problem with you being a nerd."

"Well, I don't...," "Then it's settled," he cut me off. "You are coming
with me and that's final."

That was the end of our conversation as we sat, drinking our coffees, the
rain let up and we went on our way, back to the dorm.

What Randy didn't know, and may never know, is that I had a crush on him.
Ever since that first day we met in high school.

He was a tall, good looking jock. Who took me under his wing. I was an
awkward, pathetic nerd, still am. I was bullied and made fun of for being
shy. Randy made a point to sit with me instead of his jock buddies. He
talked to me non stop until eventually I started talking to him and we
became friends and the bullying stopped since no nobody would mess with a
friend of Randy's.

Randy was popular. He had girl fiends, it seemed like a new one each
year. And I was so jealous of each of them.

Once we got into college, we had decided to go to the same one, it seemed
like he stopped dating altogether. I figured it was because he wanted to
concentrate on his studying. He was more than just a jock, he was a smart
guy.

We became roommates. Sometimes it was hard since he would often prance
around his his sexy black boxer briefs in the dorm room; his bulge
prominent inside them, his sexy round muscular butt, making my mouth water
and my dick hard. It was all I could do to keep my erection down. If he
knew I had the hots for him he would end our friendship.  He was the only
friend I had and couldn't take the risk. I would feel so alone without
him. So I figured it was better to keep my feelings to myself.

I could go on and on about his looks. His dark brown hair, and the most
beautiful, greenest eyes I have ever seen. Thick long eye lashes, which
seemed to swoop down whenever he blinked. His thick, full lips which I
longed to kiss. His high cheek bones and chiseled jaw. His strong, muscular
arms and legs. His broad shoulders and slim waist. He was a walking, living
Adonis. It was torture being around him and not being able to touch him the
way I really wanted to.

On the night of the Christmas party he opted to wear a festive Christmas
themed red underwear. It had a motif of a bell and mistletoe on the
front. His bulge was very prominent as always. My mouth salivated as I
watched him get dressed in black jeans and a red Christmas sweater with a
picture of a Christmas tree on the front. Yet. I kept wondering who's going
to see his underwear. Why wear those special undies if no one was going to
see them, except me. Then I realized he must have a hot date and he was
going to meet her at the party.

Though, once we got there, it seemed there were only guys, no girls in
sight. All the guys were from the team. I also spotted their coach, Coach
Wilson, sipping an eggnog. Coach Wilson was a sexy man in his early
thirties with thick blond hair and blue eyes. He reminded me of Chris
Hemsworth.

"Okay everybody!" Coach Wilson got on a coffee table and shouted. "Let the
party begin! Everyone strip!" He shouted.

Strip?

Everyone including, Randy, started taking their clothes off. Soon the room
was filled with underwear clad hot jock guys with big bulges all
around. All the underwear had Christmas design on it of some kind; such as
Rudolph, the red nose reindeer, Santa Clause, Christmas trees and the like.
Someone turned the music up to a deafening pitch and everyone began to
dance.

With each other!

As Santa Baby played on the stereo, I stood there shocked. Randy, suddenly
grabbed hold of my hand and twisted me around, wiggling his sexy ass,
placing his arms around my waist, trying to get me to dance with him.

"Come on, dance with me, Phillip," he said, as I stood motionless.

"What's going on?" I asked, coming out of my state of shock.

"Oh," he giggled. "Didn't I tell you it was an underwear party?"

"Um...no you didn't. I think I would have remembered that."

"Well, sorry." He grasped hold of my khakis and started to unsnapped
them. "Let's get you out of these," he said.

"Hold it," I placed my hands on top of his. "I don't have holiday underwear
on. I might look out of place."

"It's alright. Coach may have an extra pair."

He dragged me over to where Coach Wilson danced with a hot Latino jock.
They were dancing so close, their bulges touched.

"Hey, coach, you have an extra pair of holiday undies for my friend here?"

Coach Wilson stopped dancing and looked at me with appraising eyes.

"Actually, I got a better idea," he said after a moment.

He pulled his underwear down and his huge nine inch cock flopped out and
his large balls dangled between his muscular legs. He had a thick blond
bush above his cock, but everywhere else he was smooth. My cock reacted to
the sight of the gorgeous coach's beautiful naked body.

"Let's just make this a naked party," he announced to everyone, who all
then pulled off their own underwear. There were a lot of jock cocks
swinging and flopping around the room.

I nearly fainted.

"You heard the coach, Phillip. Get naked," Randy demanded.

Randy began to grasp at my clothing again, pulling down my khakis and
briefs, and pulling my shirt over my head.  I kicked my shoes off when I
realized it was useless trying to fight it. I stood among ten jocks naked,
my cock growing as I looked around the room seeing all the jock asses and
jock cocks swaying to the music.

Coach Wilson saw my erected cock and smiled while my face turned red. I
never felt so exposed.

I barely recovered my my embarrassment when I felt a wet spongy tongue on
my cock head. I jumped a bit and gasped when I looked down to see Randy on
his knees, licking my cock with the pointed end of his wet tongue.

"Randy?" I said in surprise.

"Couldn't resist," he said. Then he gobbled my whole cock in his warm
mouth, all the way to the pubes.

I screamed as the sensation of my cock being sucked into Randy Haskell's
mouth over took me. Everyone in the room looked our way. I was beyond
caring as Randy was making my knees buckle as he sucked my six inch dick.

"Hey guys," Coach said, "change of plans." Let's make this party a free for
all orgy. Everyone grab a partner and suck, fuck or what ever makes you
feel good."

Soon. Ten jocks were sucking and some were fucking.

"Hey Coach," Randy pulled off of my cock for a moment, leaving me panting.
"How about you get some of this delicious nerd cock. It's yummylicious," he
licked his lips.

"Don't mind if I do," Coach said as he knelt beside Randy and took my
throbbing, dripping wet cock into his warm, velvety mouth.

I couldn't believe any of this was happening. It was the last thing I
expected.

Coach slurped and sucked on my cock while Randy went underneath to munch on
my balls. My body shook and perspiration soaked my forehead, my senses were
on overload. I felt a hand on my ass and when I turned saw the Latino stud
massaging my butt cheeks and suddenly felt his tongue poking into the
crack.

I spied two jocks who were in a sixty-nine position sucking each other's
cocks, just a few feet away from where we were. By the fireplace, a
handsome blond jock was getting plowed by a husky black jock while the
black jock jacked him off.  Two other jocks sat on the couch letting the
scene before them sink in as they jacked each other. They moved in for a
kiss.

The whole scene was surreal, like somehow I landed in a parallel universe.

Randy resumed sucking my cock while coach took over munching on my
balls. The Latino stud was licking my asshole, as I quivered and quaked
with an orgasmic high. My orgasm was fast approaching.

"Guys! Guys!" I warned. "I'm gonna cum! Ooh God! Uh. Uh. Aah." I screamed
as the first blast of cum shot into Randy's sucking mouth, soaking his
tongue with my seed. Coach Wilson pulled up from under and grabbed my cock
as another blast coated his tonsils. The Latino stud came around and wanted
a taste, and he got the third blast. Randy came back for a second helping,
and got the fourth and final load. He squeezed out the remaining juices
from my cock.

Spent, I collapsed onto the floor and into Randy's out stretched arms.

"That was certainly unexpected," I sighed.

"These parties are always full of surprises," he said, kissing me full on
the lips.

"Okay, I'm ready to be fucked," Coach said. "Who's gonna be first. Randy?
Miguel?"

"I'll go first," Miguel, the Latino stud, said.

We heard loud morning coming from the fireplace and witnessed the black
stud unloading his seed all over the blond jock's back, while the black
jock's jacking hand milked out a load from the handsome blond jock.

While Coach got into position on his back and Miguel went to work on lubing
his cock and Coach's ass, I decided to go for the gold and bent my head
down to take Randy's throbbing meat into my mouth. He gasped and squirmed
as I sucked and licked his eight inches of cock.

The blond jock and black stud came up behind Randy and started to massage
his body as I engulfed his cock.

Miguel stuck his big cock inside Coach Wilson's tight hole and fucked
him. There were moaning and gasping of breaths all around the room, as the
studly jocks enjoyed each other's bodies.

"Oh God! I'm gonna cum!" Randy warned me.

I speed up my sucking, lapping his juiced with my tongue. He soon squirted
his seed into my mouth. He fell on his knees and we kissed.

Miguel yelled obscenities as he came in Coach's ass, filling his cavity
with his creamy white load. Coach yelled 'next,' and Randy gladly stepped
up to the plate. He had coach get on all fours then he stuck his eight
inches inside the Coach's used hole.

"Oh yeah," the Coach growled.

I got under the Coach while Randy fucked him and took his giant tool in my
mouth. Coach saw my cock laying in front of him so he took it into his
mouth and sucked. We were both sucking and slurping while Randy pounded the
coach's ass. I had lost track of what the others were doing but heard a lot
of slapping of flesh, moaning, heavy breathing, cries of ecstasy. The house
smelled of cum and male sweat, reminding me of the odor of a locker room.

Randy and I switched places, and while I fucked Coach's tight ass, Randy
got underneath Coach and took his big cock into his mouth while Coach
sucked him. Miguel had moved on to the black jock, the two who were jacking
each other on the couch earlier were now in a threesome with the blond
jock. They were double teaming the blond.

I decided I wanted to take the opportunity to fuck Randy, so I had him get
on his knees in front of Coach and had him suck Coach while I plowed his
tight ass.

"Ah, feels so good," I told him, as I slapped my hips against him, my cock
going in and out of his velvety hole, my balls swinging and slapping
against flesh as I fucked Randy hard.

"You're cock feels good in my ass," Randy took his mouth off of Coach's
cock to say.

"Get back to sucking, boy," Coach demanded and Randy complied, slurping on
Coach's big monster meat.

We heard cries of orgasmic bliss and discovered the two jocks coming inside
of the blond jock. I also happened to glance the black jock riding on
Miguel's cock. Miguel screamed spoke in Spanish as the black jock bounced
on his cock. I could see Miguel's toes curl and he let out a blood curdling
scream as he shot his load inside the massive black jock.

I reached under Randy and jacked him off fast. I felt my own explosion
pending and wanted him to cum with me.

"Oh God! Oh God! I'm gonna cum!" Randy screamed. I sped up my jacking and
soon felt his cum shooting out of his cock head and onto the floor.

My own seed flowed out of me within a few seconds.

"Oh God! Oh yes!" I screams. My cum filled his tight hole and leaked out
the sides.

Coach was next as he scream his warnings, yet Randy bid no heed to them as
he swallowed Coaches load.

Randy and I cuddled on the floor, recuperating from the best sexual
experience of my life. Everyone else seemed much more subdued as they also
recovered.

"I think I love you, Randy," I admitted. "Ever since that first day we
met."

For some reason, I thought it would be alright to finally acknowledge my
feelings for him after we have had sex, yet, I held my breath waiting for
him to say something.

He kissed the top of my head and held me closer.

"I have always loved you too. So, you're going to be my boyfriend now/" He
asked.

"Wouldn't have it any other way."

He kissed me again.

"Good. Now, aren't you glad you came."

I smiled.

"Funny that you put it that way."

"Merry Christmas, Phillip," he held me tight against him.

"Merry Christmas, Randy."

The End