The Heat of Christmas: A Stonewall Investigation

“Same. Zane really knocked it out of the park with all this.”

“It’s not just Zane, or this mansion, or the fact that Santa would spontaneously jizz himself if he ever saw this place.” I cracked up at that before Theo continued. “It’s more about being here with you… is that too much? Am I being too extra?”

I answered him the only way I knew how: by kissing him. I propped myself up and let him know exactly what I thought about him and how he wasn’t being extra at all. “I feel the same way,” I said between kisses. “This is special, but it’s because I’m here with you.”

Theo grinned against my kiss as he grabbed me and pulled me on top of him. I straddled his legs and slipped my hands under his shirt, feeling his soft skin, the soft hair that covered it. He felt like a furnace against my palms. I kissed him harder as I ran my hands over his pebbled nipples, squeezing the firm chest muscles that twitched underneath me.

Theo pulled his legs up and opened them, causing me to open with him. I squeezed his nipples, feeling the heat in the igloo suddenly grow more intense.

“Fuck, Mav, you’re already so fucking hard.” Theo reached down and rubbed my length. I closed my eyes, his touch transporting me to places even further off the map than the North Pole.

“It’s all for you,” I said, making my cock push up against my jeans. I could see the head outlined perfectly against the light fabric, and judging by Theo’s hypnotized stare, so could he.

“Oh yeah? Show me, baby. Show me how it’s mine.”

He looked up at me with hunger in his eyes as he spoke. I chewed my lip as I unzipped my pants. The sound seemed to echo inside of the igloo. I glanced at the drawn curtain, just in case someone else decided to come searching for clues, only to find my bare ass in their face instead.

Theo pulled my pants down and licked his lips as he gripped my cock by the base, his fingers closing around me. “So fucking sexy,” he said as he stroked, admiring every inch of me. He leaned forward and licked the tip, his tongue sliding over the head of my cock and sending stars flying across my vision. I dropped my head back and looked up at the blueish bricks of fake ice that made up the igloo, unable to believe I could ever be this lucky.

Theo’s mouth closed around me and he started to suck, his tongue swirling in ways that had my toes curling inside my sneakers.

“Jesus, Theo, keep going.”

“Mhmmm?” He looked up at me with a mouthful of my cock, his lips curling into a smile around my thick shaft, shining with spit. He pulled off of me and rubbed my wet cock across his lips, over his cheeks, under his chin. I held onto the sides of his head, fingers locked in his thick strands of brown hair as he rubbed my cock all over his face.

“Like that, baby?”

All I could do was nod. My words were lost somewhere between bliss and ecstasy.

He took me by the base and slapped my cock against his face. Again and again. He moaned as the meaty sound of skin against skin filled the igloo. “Slap me, baby.” He let go of my dick and offered his face to me, eyes still locked on mine.

I did exactly as he told me to. I grabbed myself and slapped my thick cock against Theo’s face. He asked for more, and I gave it to him. He pushed himself off the lounge and pressed his rock-hard cock against me, showing me just how much he liked this.

I lined myself back up with his lips and pushed in. Theo’s mouth opened for me. He grabbed my ass with both his hands and pulled me deeper down his throat. I could see the lust coloring his thoughts, flushing red across his neck and chest. It was the same kind of burning hot heat that singed my bones, boiling my blood. Theo’s cheeks bulged with my size as he worked me with everything he had.

He worshipped me, using his mouth and tongue and hands, all of it to let me know how much he wanted me, how badly he needed me. I could see that intense yearning reflected back in those half-lidded eyes, like he was becoming drunk with every bob of his head. Drunk off my taste, my feel. I grunted like an animal, thrusting into his throat.

He wanted me, he could have me. He’d take all of me.

I fucked his mouth, Theo stretching open for me, gagging, taking me down to my balls. His hands dug deeper into my ass, holding my cock down his throat. He moaned and spit and gasped for air as I pulled back, only to go right back in.