Date: Fri, 30 Dec 2022 17:54:26 -0600 From: Josh Blake Subject: The Best Christmas Present Copyright 2022: No part of this story may be reproduced in any way without the express written consent of the author. The author grants www.nifty.org permission to post the story on their website. DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and fantasy. No part of it is based on true events, and any similarity to any person, living or dead, is coincidental. It contains descriptions of homosexual activities between consenting adults. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it! Nifty needs donations to continue doing what we all enjoy. If you can, please consider donating. The Best Christmas Present By Josh Blake As a 29-year-old college professor in a small town in the Southern United States, I was preparing to spend another Christmas alone. I was estranged from my family after they found out by accident that I was gay. When I still lived in my hometown, my parents showed up at my house unannounced one day while I had a hookup in progress. Just like that, I found out just how bigoted my family is. It was made clear that I had two choices. Although I was 25 years old, I was given an ultimatum the way one might a teenager. I could immerse myself in the local Baptist church's program for converting `confused' individuals such as myself, or I could move on with my life with no further contact with my family. I'll spare you the choice words I shared with them that day, but I decided that no family was better than a family that wouldn't accept me for me. I decided to move to get a fresh start. I sold my house and accepted a position as a political science professor at a small university in Georgia. To this day almost five years later, I have no contact with my family. As far as I know, they don't know where I am or what I'm doing. I've always been a bit of a loner, so being alone doesn't bother me too much. You are probably wondering why I don't date much or why I haven't found a partner. For starters, I don't like the gay dating scene. I find it to be toxic and being ghosted and blocked does nothing for my self-esteem. I keep myself in decent shape even though I despise the gym. My dark brown hair has a small amount of gray mixed in. Men in my family gray early, but at least they typically keep their hair well into old age. I'm packing an average 6.5-inch cut cock. I'll never make it in porn, but it does the job just fine. I keep my pubes neatly trimmed although I don't shave them. The second reason I don't date much is because of this small town. While the university has turned the county in which I live a little more purple than red in recent years, the old guard of conservatives is still very much in charge. Being a non-tenured professor, I could easily be let go if I wasn't careful about my sexuality. Now that you know all about me, you might as well know my name. I'm Dr. Ethan Miles. I'm Ethan to the few friends I have and Dr. Miles to my students. While I am a loner by nature, I have a few close friends who keep me from being completely detached from a social life. They are all women since I don't have any gay friends. They all have families, though, and I refuse to crash anyone's holiday parties. I'd be lying if I said I didn't mind spending Christmas alone. I missed the days of family gatherings and huge meals with extended family before everything went to hell. Although it was just me, I always cooked a nice meal for myself on Christmas. This year I was having glazed ham, sweet potatoes, and green bean casserole. I had red velvet cake for dessert. And yes, I cooked it all myself. I was pretty good at preparing almost anything that I had a recipe for. I'd eat off the leftovers for a couple days until I got tired of it, then I'd toss them out and resume my healthy eating and exercise routine. I was just about to start cooking when I realized I had left my iPad in my office at the university. I like to watch Christmas movies on it while I cook. Since I live close to the university and could access the building anytime, I decided to make a quick run to grab it. I figured I'd be home in less than thirty minutes. I pulled up right in front of the closed building, used my key to go in, and made my way down the hall to my office. I used my keycard to access the office suite. When I opened the door, I could have sworn I heard footsteps. "Hello?" I called out. "Who's here?" Silence. I shrugged and figured I was hearing things and entered my office and grabbed my iPad from the desk. It was then I noticed something. There were snack cake wrappers and empty potato chip bags in my garbage can. I knew for a fact that I emptied it before I left work the previous week. I then spotted something else that sent chills up my spine. There, in the corner of my office right in front of the window, was what appeared to be a makeshift pallet on the floor made from a couple jackets. I turned around, intent on going to my office phone to call the campus police to let them know someone had broken into and was sleeping on the floor of my office. Instead, I saw Trey Briggs, one of our graduate students, standing in the door to my office. Trey was a very attractive young man about 23 years old who was working on his master's degree in political science and working part time in our department. He was allowed to teach intro classes as a teaching assistant and seemed to be pretty good at it. I was, however, confused about why he was in the office over Christmas break. "Hey, Dr. Miles," Trey said. "I guess you're wondering why I'm here." "Yes, I am," I said. "I was about to call campus police." "Please don't do that," he said. "I'll leave, but please don't call the police." "Why are you here?" I asked. "Don't you usually go home for Christmas?" "Can't. No home to go back to," he said. "I thought you had family in Alabama," I said. "I do. Well, I did. Mom died this year. Breast cancer. She was all I had. Dad left a few years ago. My brother took his side and left with him. The rest of the family, Mom's sister and her family, don't want anything to do with me since Mom died." "I'm sorry to hear that, Trey," I said. "But why are you here?" I motioned around my office to show that I meant that specific location. "Since Mom died, I don't have anyone helping me with money. All that she had pretty much went to medical bills after she died. The house wasn't paid off, so the bank took it. I got her car, so that helps some. At least I can get around. I've been short on rent the last couple months, and I got evicted from my apartment. So here I am. I thought I could camp out here and at least be out of the cold. They're saying this is the coldest Christmas in over thirty years," he said. "Trey, why didn't you ask someone to help you? You know everyone here thinks you're great! Any one of us would have taken you home for Christmas and given you a place to stay!" I exclaimed. "I don't want to put anyone out," he said. "I've learned in life that the only one looking out for me is me." That statement caused me to take note. He sounded like me! "I've been managing. The athletic building is the perfect place to shower and change clothes. No one questions it. They think I just finished working out. I bought a meal plan at the beginning of the semester, so I was able to eat until the cafeteria closed for the break. I had been saving food here and there to get myself by the best I could. And I figured I could sneak out and make a run for the store to buy a few things if I needed to." "Trey, you can't just shut people out," I said, knowing full well that I would have done the same thing. "You're coming home with me and that's final." "Thank you, Dr. Miles, but I can't put you out like that. What would Mrs. Miles think? And I'm sure you have more family coming." "There is no Mrs. Miles," I said. "And no family. It's just me, buddy. So, unless you come over, I'm spending another Christmas alone with a big meal." Trey's stomach rumbled. If he had been surviving on junk food, I knew he was hungry for something good. "I guess I can't argue with you," he said. "I really always just assumed you were married or at least had a girlfriend. I didn't know you lived alone." I realized that I really don't share anything about myself with my students and colleagues. I really do have a wall up around my life. "Where is your car?" I asked. "It's around back. I tried to hide it so no one would see it and come looking around," he said. "Drive around front and follow me. My place isn't far from here," I said. Trey packed up his few belongings and went out the back door to his car. When I saw him behind me in my mirror, I drove out of the parking lot and toward my house. In about five minutes, we pulled up to my two-bedroom house. "It's not much but it's good enough for the cat and me," I said as we walked in. Trey was limping slightly. I had noticed his limp before. I had heard someone ask him about it once, and he just said it was from an injury he got in high school. My cat, an orange tabby named Miss Kitty, strolled out from behind the couch and greeted us with a loud meow. Trey stooped down to pet her on the head. She purred and rubbed against his legs. "She's a good judge of character," I said. "She likes you. I hope you don't mind the couch," I said. "The second bedroom has been my exercise room. I never have guests stay over, so I don't have a second bed." "Compared to the floor it will be just fine," Trey said. He put his bag down next to the couch. "Would you like to take a shower before dinner?" I asked. "That would be great," he said. "It's been a couple days since I showered and I'm starting to be able to tell it." I showed Trey to the bathroom and showed him where to find towels and washcloths. Before I had left the bathroom, Trey removed his shirt, giving me a nice look at his hairy pits and his flat stomach with a happy trail leading into his pants. I was careful not to stare and quickly turned around and left the room. I had no intentions of letting Trey know I was gay, and I certainly wasn't trying to get anything out of this arrangement. "I'm going to start dinner," I said. "You can join me in the kitchen when you're finished, if you want to." I was in the kitchen working on dinner when Trey walked in dressed in a fresh pair of sweats and a t-shirt from his bag. He asked if he could help with anything, and I told him what he could do. "Well, this explains why there's no Mrs. Miles," Trey said. I turned to see what he was referring to. For Christmas last year, my friend Sadie had gifted me a `Firemen of the Month' calendar that featured totally nude firemen each month. Since I don't get visitors to my house unless it's one of my female friends, I hung it in the kitchen and didn't think to take it down when Trey came in. "Oh, ummm, no, it's not what you think," I tried to explain. Trey just smiled. "It's fine, Dr. Miles. I don't care who you like. It's none of my business," Trey said. "I'd appreciate your discretion on this matter, Trey. I don't discuss my personal life with my colleagues or my students. You, obviously, are going to be an exception to that." "Relax, Dr. Miles," Trey said. "I'm not going to tell anyone. Do you think I want anyone to know I was homeless at Christmas?" "I guess that's a fair point," I said. "And you might as well call me Ethan if you're going to be here for a few days." With Trey's help, we finished dinner and had a great dinner conversation. Trey talked mostly about his studies and what he planned to do after finishing his master's degree. He was hoping to work as a political consultant and public relations officer for a politician and someday possibly hold public office himself. He had minored in English as well, so he would have that to fall back on. I rarely discuss my personal life with anyone, but I found myself opening up to Trey about how my family rejected me after learning about my sexuality. Trey said he knew someone with a similar story but a worse outcome. When I asked for details, he said he'd rather not talk about it. "Maybe I'll tell you sometime. It's just hard to talk about," he said. I respected his answer and changed the subject. "I'm just glad you're spending Christmas with me," I said. "No matter how used to being alone I am, there's just some days that you don't want to be alone on. This is one of them." "I know what you mean," Trey said. "I was feeling pretty sorry for myself spending Christmas in the floor of your office. Thanks again for having me." "You're welcome here anytime, Trey. What is your next step? Any idea where you're going to live?" "I'm going to try to get into student housing in January. I should qualify based on my income and my class schedule. I may have to be a RA or something, but I don't have a problem with that." "Well, I'd like to at least have you over for dinner some after the term starts," I said. "I'd like that," he said. He smiled really big with that thought. It was the first time I'd seen him smile that much. It was like he really meant it rather than just smiling because it was appropriate to smile. Trey and I finished dinner and then had coffee with our dessert. We loaded the dishwasher together, put away the leftovers, and then went into the den to find a Christmas movie to watch. We ended up watching The Santa Clause starring Tim Alan, then watched the next two movies in the series. After the second movie, I asked Trey if he wanted some hot cocoa. He said that would be nice, so I made both of us some. We were both on the couch and at one point, without thinking, I stretched too much and my leg brushed Trey's leg. I pulled it back quickly and apologized, but not before I felt a spark of lust rush through me. Trey just winked. I was trying not to think about Trey in a sexual way. I did not invite him over to try to get into his pants and I was determined to behave. After the last movie, both of us were pretty tired. I got some extra sheets, pillows, and blankets and helped Trey make up the couch for himself. I apologized again for only having the couch for him to sleep on, but he said again that he was just thankful to have a place to sleep and that the couch would be fine. I made sure Trey had everything he needed then headed to bed in my room. I didn't sleep well that night. I was thinking about Trey's situation and how I could possibly help him. I knew that student housing was hard to get into and favored incoming freshmen over graduate students, but I didn't want to cause Trey to worry. I decided that until he had secured other arrangements, he would be staying with me. I was not about to let him live in his car. With that settled in my head, I finally dozed off to sleep. I awoke the next morning to the smell of coffee and bacon. I got up and made my way into the kitchen to find Trey making breakfast. "Good morning!" Trey said. "I hope you don't mind. I wanted to make breakfast for you." "Mind? Where have you been all my life?" I asked. Trey laughed. "I just wanted to do something nice to thank you. Of course, it's your food." "You being here is thanks enough," I said, "But I'm very appreciative. What can I do to help?" "Nothing," Trey said. "Just have a seat and it'll be done soon." It turned out that Trey was a good cook! We enjoyed pancakes, bacon, and scrambled eggs. I enjoyed having conversation with Trey while we ate. I found myself really enjoying his company and fantasizing about what it would be like to start every day like this. Just thinking about having Trey here every day made me feel a little giddy. I had to get a grip on myself. Trey wasn't even gay as far as I knew. And trying to seduce him would be wildly inappropriate. Sure, I knew of several professors who had married former students. But they were all men who married women. The relationships weren't public knowledge until after the student had graduated and no one really cared. We all knew that the relationships almost surely started earlier, but no one cared. In my case, however, I was sure that my colleagues and superiors would not be as understanding. "Ethan?" Trey was asking. "You okay?" "Sorry," I said, snapping myself back to reality. "Just got a little lost in thought there." "I see," Trey giggled. "Probably thinking about some hot guy you saw somewhere." Now it was my turn to giggle. "Yeah, sure, that's it," I said. "Let's get these dishes in the dishwasher then figure out what we're going to do today." The day after Christmas turned out to be slightly warmer than the previous day, but it was still cold. We decided just to stay in and watch movies all day in our pajamas. The Christmas tree was lit, and it was giving the room a nice ambiance with the dreary, cloudy skies outside. "Ethan, not to pry or anything, but I can't help but notice you have gifts wrapped under your tree. Who were those for if you weren't having anyone over?" Trey asked. "Ummm," I started. I didn't know what to tell him that wouldn't sound pathetic. "If you don't want to tell me, you don't have to," he said. "It's really not my business." "No, it's fine. I'll tell you. But it's pretty sad, actually. The first Christmas I was alone was pretty depressing. I didn't put up a tree and I didn't get any gifts. So, the next year, I put up my tree. But there still weren't any gifts. After that, I started buying gifts for myself and wrapping them. So, they're for me and from me. Sad, right?" "Not at all," Trey said. "Years ago, I was in therapy for a little while after something happened in my life. I might tell you sometime, but not now. But something my therapist told me is still in my head. He said `Trey, you have to find ways to cope, and you have to find joy where you can.' You found a way to cope and have a little joy. There's nothing wrong with that." I smiled weakly. "I guess it is pretty silly. I just like opening a few gifts on Christmas. With you here, I forgot about them." "Well, what did you get yourself," Trey asked? "How about you help me open them and we'll find out?" I said. Trey nodded, so we got up and sat in the floor by the tree. "It's nothing big," I said. "It's just little things that I like. Kind of a treat." I handed Trey a package and he opened it to reveal a 1,000-piece Harry Potter puzzle. He laughed when he opened it. "This looks like fun! I didn't know you were into Harry Potter!" "I guess you could say I'm a `Potter head.'" We both laughed at my corny joke. I opened the next package to reveal a scented candle that I like. Next, Trey opened a box that contained a huge chocolate bar. The next package that I opened had gift cards to a couple restaurants that I enjoy. The last package, which I let Trey open, had some men's body wash, shampoo, and deodorant in a gift set. I actually told Trey that he could have those as his own Christmas gift. I figured he was running low on things like that. He smiled and thanked me without arguing. "You're right," Trey said. "Opening gifts does make you feel better." "It does! Even if I buy them and wrap them myself, it's just a little bit of Christmas cheer. I do the same thing on my birthday," I said. "Now how about we start on this puzzle?" Trey and I started working on the puzzle. It turned out to be pretty complicated, but we enjoyed the challenge. Around lunch time, we stopped long enough to make a sandwich. Before we knew it, it was almost dinner time, and we had a long way to go. We stopped and heated up leftovers for dinner and ate them in front of the TV. We decided to watch movies and start on the puzzle again the next day. When time came for us to go to bed, I once again made sure Trey was okay on the couch before heading to my room. I awoke the next morning to find Trey again making breakfast. We spent that day pretty much like the day before. I found us settling into a routine not unlike a couple. I found that each day I looked forward to getting up and seeing Trey. Trey seemed to be genuinely enjoying himself and kept thanking me for allowing him to stay. All I could think about was how depressed I was going to be when Trey found a new place to live and moved out. On the third night Trey spent with me, he settled in on the couch while I went to my room. I was almost asleep when I heard my bedroom door often softly. Thinking maybe the cat pushed it open, I waited to see if she leapt onto the bed. While I discouraged her from doing that, Miss Kitty sometimes did her own thing regardless of what I wanted. Instead of Miss Kitty leaping onto the bed, I sensed the unmistakable motions of someone getting into bed with me. It was Trey. Before I could speak, he did. "Please don't say anything," he said. "Please just hold me." For lack of a better alternative, I spooned Trey. I always sleep naked, and I spooned him without considering this. I quickly discovered that Trey was also naked. My hand landed on his bare thigh. Without thinking, I caressed his smooth, bare bottom and felt the crack of his ass. I didn't want to push things too far, so I brought my hand up and put my arms around Trey, pulling him to me. My hardening cock settled into Trey's crack. He seemed content that way. My nose found its way into Trey's hair, still damp from his shower. I was in heaven. Still, all of this was so sudden I didn't want to do anything to spook Trey. I was going to let him take the lead. If he was just needing to be held for some reason, I was happy to do it. The fact that he was naked implied that he wanted more, but I was going to wait for him to initiate anything further. Soon, his rhythmic breathing told me that he was asleep. I soon drifted off to sleep myself, comfortable to have Trey in my arms. I awoke once again the next morning to find Trey in the kitchen, fully clothed and cooking breakfast as he had grown accustomed to doing. The only difference was a quick peck on the cheek when he brought me my coffee. "What? I something wrong?" Trey asked. "No, nothing is wrong at all. But last night you crawled into bed with me, naked I might add, and this morning you kissed me on the cheek. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were into me or something," I said. "I'm not into you," Trey said. I felt like someone had stabbed me in the heart and my face must have shown it. "I'm not into you," he repeated. "I'm in love with you. And I think you feel the same way." To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I didn't have any words. "Aren't you going to say something?" Trey asked. "I guess I'm just shocked," I said. "I absolutely am in love with you, too. These last few days have been amazing. I have really gotten used to having you here. I was going to ask you to stay. But I wasn't going to make a move on you. I didn't even think you were gay." "That's why I made my move. I didn't think you were going to make one. I'm not doing this to have a place to stay. I'll still find my own place. But I've fallen in love with you, Ethan. You're the first person to show me any compassion in a long time." "So, you are gay?" I asked. "Yeah, I am. I had a hard time admitting it for a long time. I had a boyfriend for a while in high school until his dad found out about it and tried to kill me. He busted one of my kneecaps but everything else was mostly superficial." "Your limp," I said. "That's why you limp." "That's it," he said. "I'll always limp. But that's not even the worst of it. He almost killed someone I cared a lot about back then. It's a long story." "I'd love to hear it," I said. "I'll give you the quick version. He threw my boyfriend, Lucas, out of the house. I went over to see Lucas, not knowing what had happened. He invited me in like nothing was wrong then attacked me. Our high school principal took Lucas in and was taking him to get his stuff. When he came in, the bastard shot him. The principal, I mean. He shot the principal. He nearly died. After that, I convinced myself that being gay would only lead to death and destruction. I tried to put it behind me and forget it." "Jesus," I said. "What happened to Lucas?" "It turned out good for him," Trey said. "The principal, we called him Mr. P, adopted him. Well, he and his husband did. Last I heard, he's engaged to the principal's husband's brother. It's crazy." He laughed a little. "How long did it take you to realize that you were still gay?" I asked. "Until Sunday when you brought me back here for Christmas. I haven't been with a man since Lucas. And we were teenagers, so we didn't know a lot about what to do. Take me to bed, Ethan. Show me what it's like." Trey took my hand and led me toward the bedroom. By the time we made it to the bed, our clothes were completely off and in a trail between the kitchen and the bedroom. I stopped kissing Trey long enough to gaze upon his naked body. He was almost completely smooth save for a little hair on his chest and a happy trail leading down to his pubes. I was happy to see that he did not shave his pubes, but he obviously kept them trimmed neatly. His neat bush crowned a nice cock. He was hard and at least seven inches. I got on my knees and took his cock into my mouth. It had been a while since I deep throated anyone, but I managed to take his cock all the way to the base. He moaned and ran his fingers through my hair as I serviced his member. I could taste his precum gushing into my mouth. Still on my knees, I pushed him back onto the bed and continued to suck his cock. After several minutes of sucking, I hooked my hands under his knees and pulled them up, encouraging him to lay back and allow me to expose his ass. "I've never bottomed. Not sure I'm ready for that," Trey said. "No worries. I want to do something else," I said. I pushed his legs as far back as I could, opening up the trench of his ass. I gazed upon his pink butthole, nestled in his crack lined with light brown hair. I brought my face closer and inhaled his scent. He was clean and smelled amazing. I stuck my tongue out, making contact with his hole. Trey took in a deep breath as I tongued his opening and licked up and down his crack. "Holy fuck!" he said. "That feels so fucking good!" I continued to eat his ass for the next several minutes. I occasionally licked all the way up to his balls and stroked his cock. He was hard and leaking precum which had pooled in his navel. "I want to suck yours," Trey said. "Before I cum." Trey and I switched places, and he took his place on his knees between my legs. He gave my 6.5 inches a few strokes before taking just the head into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around my head, then slowly took the rest into his mouth. He gagged a little and came back up before he got it all in. He settled into a routine of sucking about half of my cock and stroking the other half. It felt great, mainly because I was so turned on by Trey himself. He would become a good cocksucker with practice. Trey started pushing my knees up to get access to my ass. "You don't have to do that if you don't want to," I said. "I want to. Lucas and I never did anything like this, but I've seen it in porn, and it looks hot." With my ass exposed, Trey wasted no time in sticking his nose into my crack and taking a whiff. He apparently liked it, because the next thing I felt was his tongue lapping at my butthole. He licked gingerly at first, then got more into it. Before long, he was slobbering all over my ass and trying to stick his tongue up into my ass. "Stick a finger in me," I said. Trey slowly inserted his pointer finger into my hole. "Slow. I haven't had anything in me in a while." Trey slowly worked his finger deeper inside me until I felt his finger hit my prostate. "Right there!" I said. "You feel that?" "Yeah. That's your prostate, right?" "Yeah. I didn't think you'd done much," I said. "I've practiced on myself," he said, grinning. He began rubbing my prostate and finger fucking me. I was moaning in pleasure with each stroke of his finger in and out of my hole. "Do you want to fuck me?" I asked. "Yeah, I do. Do you want me to use a condom?" He asked. "I'm clean," I said. "And I think you are. So, unless you're worried about me getting pregnant, I don't think we have to worry about it." Trey grinned. "You having my baby wouldn't be such a bad thing," he laughed. "Just go slow," I said. "It's been a while since I got fucked. Lube is in the drawer right there." I pointed to the nightstand. Trey found the lube and applied a generous amount to his cock before using his fingers to lube up my hole. When he finished, he wiped his hands on the sheets before lining his cock up with my hole. I was still on my back on the bed while Trey stood next to the bed. This provided the perfect height for him to fuck me. For the first time in a while, I felt a cock pushing into me. I pushed down slightly and when I did, Trey's cock popped into me. After pausing Trey for just a moment so I could adjust to the anal invader, I encouraged him to continue. Slowly, Trey inserted his entire seven inches into my rectum. I felt so full! It was amazing. For a first timer, Trey caught on quickly. Men usually catch on to these things fast and just do what feels good, and Trey did just that. Trey picked up a rhythm of fucking me that felt amazing. I reached down and started stroking my cock as Trey pounded my ass. He was holding my ankles and using them for leverage as he continued to fuck me. Suddenly, without warning, Trey started sucking on my toes! I was not ready for that, but it felt great. He fucked me while alternating sucking on one foot and then the other. The sensations I was feeling in my ass and my feet as well as my own actions of stroking my cock were getting me closer and closer to orgasm. While Trey continued to fuck my ass, I started shooting cum with no warning. One of my spasms sent a shot of cum straight into the air, catching Trey right on the jaw. He was sweating by now, and his sweat was dripping down onto my body. "Quick, I'm gonna cum! Trey said. "Where do you want it?" "Breed me!" I said. "Shoot it in me!" Trey did just that. No sooner had the words left my mouth that I felt Trey filling me up with his seed. It felt warm inside me as he unloaded shot after shot of what he later said was one of the best orgasms of his life. Trey's orgasm ended and he pulled his cock out of my hole. I felt cool air rush inside of me as my sphincter hadn't yet closed. I also felt some of Trey's load dribble out of my hole. Trey crawled onto the bed and planted a huge kiss on my lips. We made out for the next few minutes, coming down off our wonderful orgasms. We were both sweaty, but neither of us seemed to care. "That's the best I've ever had," Trey said. "Thank you, Ethan." "Thank you, Trey!" I said. "I've never let anyone cum in me before. That was amazing!" Trey and I finally cleaned up and changed the sheets on my bed. I guess I should say our bed, as I asked Trey later that day to move in with me for good. He agreed, and we've been having some of the best sex I've ever had in my life. I'm more of a bottom than a top, but later the same day Trey asked me to pop his cherry. After eating his delicious ass out thoroughly, I slowly entered him with my six and a half inches and took his virginity. I loved filling Trey up with my load. However, I loved it even more when Trey gave me his load, which he did several times that day and in the days that followed. We hardly even wear clothes in the house anymore, and I'm pretty sure we've fucked in every room! I know Trey and I fell in love fast. Some might say too fast. I don't know what the future will hold, but I'm going to live in the moment and enjoy every moment of it. Trey is definitely the best Christmas present I've ever had! Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed this story! Trey is a character from my ongoing series When You Least Expect, which you will find in the College section of Nifty. I hope you'll check that story out as well! Your feedback is always appreciated! Send it to whenyouleastexpect2020@gmail.com. Let me know if you want to be added to my mailing list to be informed when new stories or chapters are published.