Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“I absolutely love it. Thank you.” I kissed his cheek, which made him smile.
“Because I was feeling like a total cheeseball, I went to the Castro after the bookshop. My goal was to find the least sappy gift possible, to balance out that book of poetry. I think I succeeded.”
The second box was a very light, slim rectangle. I unwrapped it carefully to preserve the paper and opened it to reveal a very skimpy pair of red briefs. When I held them up and turned them over, I discovered a big, oval opening in the back, which was going to put my ass on full display when I wore them. I teased, “You hate my five-for-ten-bucks briefs.”
“Not true! You make them look hot. You don’t own anything like this though, and I thought it might make you feel good to dress in something ultra-sexy.”
“Well, thank you again. I’m going to spring these on you when you least expect them.”
“I look forward to it.”
As I arranged my presents neatly beside the stuffed tree, I asked, “Did you happen to get yourself anything while you were at the sexy underwear shop?”
“As a matter of fact, I did. I almost got us matching briefs in different colors, but that seemed too cutesy, so I got myself something else.”
“When do I get to see it?”
“Right now, if you want.”
“You’re wearing it?” When he nodded, I said, “Show me.”
“Love to.” He got up and moved the coffee table to one side of the room. Then he took his phone from his pocket and tapped the screen a few times before asking, “Did I ever tell you how I supported myself right after I got out of the Marines?”
“No, you didn’t.”
“I was feeling the need to cut loose, so I found a job in a club, doing this.” He grinned at me and tapped his phone before setting it aside.
Cheap Trick’s “I Want You to Want Me” started to play, and he took off his Santa hat and tossed it to me. Phil didn’t like that, so he jumped off the couch and stalked away.
Then Ever launched into an unbelievably sexy strip tease. I admired his total lack of inhibition. He was so free and confident as he danced for me.
Even though he was only wearing two pieces of clothing, he made it last with the finesse of a burlesque performer. Finally, when there was less than a minute left to the song, he stripped down to a smoking hot red jock strap, straddled my thighs, and gave me a lap dance that made my cock throb.
When the song ended, he turned to me with a grin that was just the tiniest bit self-conscious. I whistled and applauded, and he bowed with an exaggerated flourish. I got to my feet and told him, “You’re amazing.”
He said, “You’re pretty amazing yourself,” before drawing me into a lingering kiss.
Pretty soon, he started tenting the front of that little jock, so I guided him onto the couch and dropped to my knees. His breath caught when I pushed that little scrap of fabric aside and wrapped my lips around his cock.
As always, it was incredibly gratifying to watch him react to what I was doing. Every moan, gasp, and quiver meant I was making him feel good, and it made me want to try harder and make him feel even better.
Before long, he shot his load with what almost sounded like a growl. He collapsed against the back of the couch, and I pulled his jockstrap into place before sitting back on my heels. I watched the way his skin glistened in the soft light, and the way his chest rose and fell as he caught his breath. I took in every detail. Then I realized I was memorizing him, for a time in the not-so-distant future when we weren’t lovers anymore. It was a sobering thought.
Once he came back to himself, he leaned forward and reached for me with a smile. “Your turn.”
I’d depressed myself though, so I said, “Next time.” I ran my hand over his cheek and his short beard in a gentle caress. “It’s getting late, and tomorrow’s going to be exhausting.”
“You sure?” I nodded, and as I gathered my presents I said, “Thank you again for these. They’re perfect—both of them.” I wasn’t sure when I was going to model those sexy briefs for him, but I knew I wanted to make it memorable.
I decided to take a shower, so after I put the gifts in my room, I stripped down and headed to the bathroom. As I stood under the warm water, my thoughts drifted to Ever and that incredibly sexy strip tease. Soon I was rock hard again, and I started jerking off as I played the evening back in my mind.
But then, my thoughts shifted from memory to fantasy. I started to imagine Ever bending me over and pushing his cock into me, his big hands grasping my hips as he began to fuck my ass. It was so easy to imagine him taking me harder and harder, my body rocking under the force of his thrusts as he pounded me.