16. Jack
This is the first year in a long time that actually feels like Christmas. The tree lights up the space, classic Christmas jingles fill the air, and Benji is singing along softly in my kitchen as he bakes. The whole house smells like sugar cookies and the cinnamon rolls that are currently in the oven. Benji insisted he needed to make cookies for Santa and he’s currently frosting intricate wreaths onto his circular cookies. I’ve snuck into the kitchen to steal more than a few even though Benji tries to slap my hand away.
Benji has some flour on his nose and frosting all over his candy cane striped apron. The snow is really coming down and it flutters by in the window behind him in thick, wet flakes. He looks so adorable that I can’t help but snap a few pictures of him.
I want Christmas to be like this every year. In the years since my parents passed, I’ve put up a small tree and the decorations but it hasn’t really felt like Christmas. I felt like I was going through the motions but not really celebrating. Jessica did her best to try and get me to celebrate with her but I often preferred staying home and kind of sulking the day away. I did look forward to the cinnamon rolls and meal, though I do wish I had known it was actually a gift from Benji because that would have made it even more special.
I’m in this weird space where I’m extremely jolly because I’m spending a fantasy-like Christmas with the man of my dreams but I’m also completely heartbroken because my sister is gone. Benji is really the only person I have left and there’s some guilt there for being happy even though Jessica isn’t here to celebrate with us. I know my sister would want me to move on and be happy but I also can’t help but feel the familiar sting of grief when I look around and think about who is missing.
It’s quiet and peaceful today but I know that if Jess were here she would be lighting the room up with laughter and making fun of how domestic Benji and I suddenly are. She would have teased and teased about planning our wedding and probably have insisted on being the officiant.
I try to pull my thoughts from my sister, even though it feels impossible. I glance over at the tree at her ornaments and the gifts wrapped underneath. Benji and I got each other a few small gifts and the lights bounce off his holographic Santa wrapping paper. All of the gifts I got him are wrapped in a green and red plaid that he joked was lumberjack Christmas chic.
Benji spends most of the day baking and cooking away. As soon as his cinnamon rolls are out of the oven he puts in our tiny turkey and starts working on dinner.
“Are you sure you don’t need a hand?”
“No, Jack, I really don’t. I do this every year and I have a whole system. I don’t need your big body making it hard to move around my kitchen.” My heart skips a beat because he called it his kitchen and fuck I want that more than anything.
“But don’t you usually have Jessica to help?” Benji’s laugh sounds like music as he shakes his head.
“Honestly, she sat on a stool sipping either wine or some homemade apple pie moonshine she sometimes came with. She wasn’t much of a cook but I enjoyed the company…and the moonshine when she brought it.”
“Well, the company and moonshine I can supply.”
I slip into the kitchen and dig a jar out from one of my cupboards. I usually throw together the ‘moonshine’ in the summer so that it sits for six months and is ready come Christmas. I always gave Jessica a few bottles and dispersed most of the other bottles to my staff along with a holiday bonus.
“Wait, you made the moonshine? Jess never mentioned where it came from.”
“I make it every year during the summer so it can sit and the cinnamon can really infuse.”
I pull out two short glasses and fill them with ice. I give the moonshine a good shake and cinnamon darkens the mixture as it is pulled up from the bottom. I snag the cinnamon stick from the jar and put it in Benji’s glass as a garnish and then top both glasses off.
“One year, we had a few glasses of this-”
“A few? Fuck, this is strong shit Benji.”
“Found that out the hard way. The turkey was kind of overdone and I never got around to making the stuffing that year. Jess had to take an uber to your place.”
“I think I actually remember that year. Babe, that turkey was beyond overdone, it was straight up burnt. I gave Jess a ton of shit for it but she ended up literally passing out on my couch like half an hour after she came over.”
“I ended up passed out on my couch too and I left all the food out so I didn’t even end up eating my Christmas dinner that I spent hours working on. After that, we had a strict one glass before dinner rule.”
“I think maybe you should follow that rule tonight. I have plans for you after dinner.”
“What kind of plans?”
“The naughty kind but you’ll need to open your presents first.”
“Can I open my presents now? I could take a break-”
“Uh-uh. Once I start with these plans, you’ll be busy for the rest of the night.”
“But the turkey is going to take a few hours, so really now is the perfect time for a break. Please, Jack?”
“Normally, I’m not one to deny you but you’re just going to have to wait baby.”
I chuckle when Benji shoots me an adorable pout because I’m really not going to cave on this one. I have a whole list of plans for what I’m going to do to my little twink tonight and I know by the time I’m done we’ll both be exhausted.
Benji spends the next few hours puttering around the kitchen and filling the house with the smell of a Christmas feast. The spread he’s preparing is massive, especially for just two people, and we’ll be eating leftovers for days.
Occasionally, when he has time between tasks, Benji slips over to me and wraps himself around my torso. He stares up at me with his green eyes, bats his eyelashes at me, and begs me for a hint about what his gift is. He’s a hard man to say no to, especially as he snuggles up against me and flashes me doe eyes. I don’t cave though, I just kiss his nose and slap his ass as he walks away.
The little apron tied around his neck is honestly starting to look a little kinky as he bustles around the kitchen like a 1950s housewife. I put a pin in that thought because I’m definitely going to have Benji bake some cookies wearing only that apron soon so I can bend him over the counter and absolutely rail him. By the time dinner is served, my balls are practically blue and my cock has been half hard all afternoon. I’m prepared to eat quickly so I can finally get some relief for my aching cock but Benji’s so proud of his work that I quickly abandon that plan and instead focus on enjoying the moment.
Benji’s whole face lit up when I pulled out my mother’s old Santa dinnerware. Santa looks like he’s from the 1990s and reminds me of the old Coca-Cola ads that ran constantly in the holiday season when I was a kid. I haven’t used the set since my parents passed but I knew Benji would enjoy using them since he always used to compliment my mom on the set when he crashed our Christmas dinners.
It’s funny how when I look back at those dinners I see it through a different lens. I wish I could go back and slap some sense in young me so that Benji and I could have shared some holiday meals as a couple while my family was still alive. I know my parents would have loved to see us end up together because they adored Benji. He would have been their dream son-in-law and he was already basically a part of our family, even if I didn’t want to accept it at the time.
When Benji sets the turkey in the middle of my table a proud smile pulls on his lips. The spread looks so pretty stretched out along my table so I make him stand next to his masterpiece for a picture. Benji then insists we set my phone on a timer and snap a photo of us together. We look deliriously happy in the picture and I know I’ll be framing it.
I carve the turkey and laugh when Benji snaps a photo of his own. I load up his plate because it’s the very least I can do after he spent all day cooking. We sit next to each other instead of at opposite ends of the table and eat slowly while we sip a second glass of moonshine. We spend most of dinner reminiscing about past Christmases, especially ones with my parents and sister. It feels both new and nostalgic as we spend our first Christmas together as a couple.
We’re both pleasantly buzzed by the time the meal ends and I send Benji off to relax his feet while I take care of the remaining dishes. Despite cooking most of the day, the kitchen is surprisingly clean because Benji is a pro at cleaning as he goes. It doesn’t take too long to pack away all of the food and gently hand wash my mother’s plates. I place another moonshine in Benji’s hands, this time half-full so he doesn’t get too drunk. I want him loose and relaxed but not out of it when I finally get to fulfill my plans.
“So what are you going to do with me Jack?”
“Well, first we’re going to open presents and then I have a few surprises up my sleeve to make it a holly jolly Christmas.”
Benji plops down on the floor next to the Christmas tree, his knees crossed in front of him as he eagerly bounces from excitement. He stares up at me with excited eyes and a blissed out smile. He’s definitely a bit tipsy but happiness practically radiates off of him. I love seeing Benji like this, completely relaxed with an almost child-like innocence. I’m definitely about to ruin that innocent expression when he opens his gifts.
I want my gifts to go in order and once we get started we won’t be stopping so I ask to open my gifts first. Benji immediately shoots me a pout, his bottom lip jutting out and his green eyes looking a bit hazy.
“But Jack! You’ve been teasing me with these gifts all day.”
“I know but once I get started we’ll be busy for the rest of the night.”
I plop down next to Benji and run a hand through his curls while I lean down to kiss him briefly. He beams at me for a moment before snagging a flat rectangular present wrapped in his holographic Santa paper.
“Merry Christmas, Jack.”
I rip into the gift with absolutely no finesse, feeling like a kid again. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten a real Christmas gift and I didn’t expect to feel this excited.
When I finally catch a glimpse of what’s inside I feel a wave of emotions and I have to swallow down a lump in my throat. It’s a frame with three pictures, the first is one Benji took of my family next to the Christmas tree years ago; I’ve never actually seen this picture but I know he had to have taken it. Jess is probably about fifteen and she’s wearing a pair of ratty bright pink plaid pajama bottoms and I’m wearing a matching pair in red. Our parents are beaming over at us from the side of the tree, my dad’s arm casually wrapped around my mother’s waist as she leans against his arm.
It’s not the highest quality photo, clearly taken on Benji’s old digital camera that he was always carrying around, but it captures our family perfectly. My only regret is that Benji is behind the camera and not in the frame.
The second photo is of Jessica and I laughing at Brewfest looking tipsy and happy. I remember that day because Jessica had insisted that we all three go together and I spent most of the day acting like a total dick to Benji while he ignored me and photographed the event.
The last photo is one that makes my heart flip a little bit. It’s the selfie that Benji and I took while we were cutting down our Christmas tree. I know he’s been nervous that I’ll change my mind so the fact that he felt confident enough to include himself fills me with happiness because I really am in this for the long haul. All three of these photos are of my family and it wouldn’t have been complete without him.
“I know it’s a little presumptuous to have that last photo and I won’t be offended if you swap-”
I cut off that silliness with a brutal kiss. I kiss Benji until I’m practically dizzy, exploring every corner of his mouth and running my hands all over his body.
“You’re my family too, baby. I love that you’re included, it makes it perfect.”
Benji nods and gives me his signature shy smile, his whole face still flushed from our little make out session. He reaches over to snag another gift, slipping it onto my lap.
“I got you a few small things.” He says with a little shrug, like he’s feeling nervous about his gifts. Really, if anyone should be nervous it’s me. My gifts aren’t sentimental and I wonder if maybe I’ve gone the wrong route altogether with my own choices. Maybe he’s expecting something sweet or actually useful and my gifts are definitely more sexual in nature.
“I’ll love anything that you’ve got me.”
This next gift is a super soft set of pajamas and it makes me smile because my parents always got us a set for Christmas. The pattern is extremely similar to the plaid in the pair I was wearing in the first photo.
“Your pair was looking a little worse for wear and I know your parents always got them for you and Jess for Christmas.”
“My current pair are the last ones my parents gave me. I’ve been meaning to replace them but it was hard to bring myself to do it, despite all of the holes and raggedy seams. Thank you, they’re perfect.”
Benji slips me his last present but instructs me not to shake it. It’s heavy and I would be worried he’s gone crazy and gotten me a pet but there doesn’t seem to be any movement from inside. When I open the paper there’s a closed box inside. I gingerly open the lid and find a gnome themed planter with a delicate azalea bonsai tree inside. The pink blossoms are stunning and it’s easily the prettiest bonsai I’ve ever seen.
“Where did you find this?”
“Well, I custom ordered the pot from a local pottery business and then I glazed it myself in one of their workshops. I had the plant store over on second street help me order the bonsai. I know they aren’t easy to take care of but I figure if anyone can keep it alive and thriving it’s you. I noticed you have a lot of random gnomes kind of scattered about so I thought you might like the pot but you can always swap it out if you’d like something more sophisticated-”
“Benji, stop. The pot is perfect, really. I love gnomes, I kind of collect them actually even though I don’t have an actual yard to put them in. The fact that you noticed and then went through all of this trouble… it really means a lot, baby. I’m actually getting nervous that my gifts are like really inappropriate.”
“I think I went sentimental enough for the both of us. I’m hoping your gifts are wildly inappropriate and lead to my legs shaking.”
“Legs shaking will definitely be a possibility. You have to open them in order because I plan to use them in a specific order.” I hand Benji the first gift, which is super light when Benji shakes it dramatically and holds it to his ear.
“Is it panties?”
“Open it and find out.”
Benji rips through my plaid paper to reveal a small white garment box. When he lifts the lid he throws his head back and laughs gleefully before holding up the contents for inspection.
“It’s Santa shorts with a literal hole in the back.”
“And suspenders, don’t forget the little suspends. Put it on for me, baby. I’ve been waiting to see you in it.”
Benji shakes his head and laughs again but the way he quickly strips out of his clothes tells me he’s definitely not opposed to playing dress up again. He slips the tight red velvet briefs over his now bulging cock and pulls the suspenders over his shoulders. It causes the briefs to pull up, making them look even tighter and more obscene against his package.
“Fuck, you look so good in that. Turn around, I want to see the back.” I make a circle motion with my finger and Benji rolls his eyes and lets out a huff but turns. “Bend over a little, baby.”
Benji bends over just a bit, causing the slit in the back to open, offering me a quick glimpse of his tight little hole. I groan and cup myself through my pants, trying to relieve some of the ache as my cock stands at full attention. Benji turns back around and blushes, biting his bottom lip.
“Do you uh like it?”
“Baby, I fucking love it. I knew you’d look perfect.”
I hand Benji another gift and he sits down on his knees to open it. This gift has more weight to it but it’s still far from heavy. Benji gives it a shake for good measure, shooting me a flirty wink before tearing into the package.
“Uh, Christmas lights and some red ribbon?”
“Yup, we’ll need those in a little bit.”
“What are we going to do with Christmas lights?”
“I’m going to truss you up with them and light you like you’re my own personal little tree. The ribbon is to bind your hands and feet.”
“Fuck, Jack. Where do you come up with this shit?”
“I’ve spent years fantasizing about what I would do with you if you were mine and now that you are, I’m going to live out each and every one of those fantasies. Now, don’t shake this one because it’s a bit more delicate.”
I hand Benji the last package and he opens it gingerly. A long, thick glass candy cane sits inside cushioned by silk with cotton padding underneath. He takes it in his hand and cocks a confused eyebrow at me.
“What uh do you plan to do with this?”
“Ever used a glass dildo before?” Benji shakes his head and tests the weight in his hand.
“It’s surprisingly heavy.”
“It’s going to look so fucking hot sticking out of that tight ass of yours. You gonna let me record it sliding in and out of that little hole?”
“I told you, I’ll let you do whatever you want Jack.”
“Good because I have so many plans for you tonight Benji. Stay here and I’ll be right back.”
I take the dildo from Benji and slip into the kitchen. I carefully wash it again and once it’s dry I slip it into the freezer on a clean hand towel. I’ll come back for it later once it’s nice and cold.
When I return to the living room, Benji has his hands down his briefs and is giving his little cock a few strokes. His eyes are closed and he looks blissed out. I snap a quick picture with my phone because fuck that’s an erotic view and then I clear my throat. Benji rips his hand free like he’s a teen being caught red handed by a parent, a flush immediately traveling from his cheeks down his neck and chest.
“Tsk tsk, Benji. As much as I love watching you play with that little dick of yours, I know how quickly you burst and I have plans for you before that happens.”
I stalk over and capture Benji’s lips in a fierce kiss, enjoying the way he scrambles not to fall over from the intensity of it. Once I’ve thoroughly explored his mouth, I spread out a fluffy white couch blanket and motion for him to sit on it. I make quick work trussing his hands and feet together with the red ribbon. I position his little body so he’s seated on his ass with his hands on his knees. I snap a picture for good measure and then begin winding Christmas lights around his body.
I did an experiment earlier in the week and we have at least a few hours before the little LED bulbs start to get warm so it should be fairly safe, though I’ll definitely be checking the temperature myself frequently.
I wind the lights carefully across his shoulders and then wrap it a few times around his ribs and waist. I intentionally leave his arms free so he can still hold himself on all fours. I finally wind it across his thighs and then down his calves, leaving enough slack that his knees can bend and unbend without issue. The lights are really more for novelty and so I can enjoy the way the colors play against Benji’s features.
I plug the lights in and pull out my phone to snap a picture of Benji pouting, completely wrapped up and at my mercy. The lights glow against his fair skin, already a few shades lighter than it was in the summer, and it gives him an ethereal quality.
“Okay, baby. Let’s get you onto your knees so I can see that pretty little hole of yours.”
I help Benji maneuver onto his elbows and knees and pull out another small surprise that I’ve tucked away behind the tree. I slide the velvet wedge pillow under his hips for some added support, carefully ensuring none of the lights are digging into his hips. I’ve visited the local sex shop more times than I’d like to admit recently and I couldn’t resist getting Benji a sex pillow to keep his pert little ass in the air during longer sessions. It also ensures he can’t wiggle away when the sensations get to be too much.
“Comfortable? Need any adjustments?”
“I’m good. I’m making a mess in these briefs though. Touch me, please.”
“I got you.”
I take a moment to appreciate the way the briefs stretch tightly across his ass, the slit revealing just enough of his tight hole. His legs are trussed together enough that he isn’t as spread out as I normally like to have him but this view is enjoyable in its own way.
I take each cheek in hand, spreading Benji so I can stare at his tight pucker. I blow some hot breath across his hole and watch as he clenches down on nothing, already desperate for it.
“Fucking beautiful.” I whisper and then lick a stripe across his hole.
“Oh fuck, Jack.”
“I’m going to eat this sexy little hole of yours until you’re squirming and then I’m going to stretch it out with that candy cane dildo. We’re going to see how many orgasms I can give you from milking that overeager prostate of yours.”
I bite into his exposed cheek and then kiss it better when Benji gasps and tries to wiggle away, the wedge keeping him from getting very far. I lap at his puckered hole for a few minutes as Benji gasps and wiggles, his hips rocking relentlessly against the pillow. I can tell he’s already getting close so I spear my tongue inside him and Benji lets out my favorite high pitch sound as his little cock erupts and a wet patch soaks through his briefs.
“There’s one, good job baby. Love how quickly that little cock of yours gets messy. You’re going to make such a mess tonight.”
I kiss his hole again for good measure and his entire body sags against the pillow. I let him recover for a moment and when his breathing has evened out I dive back in, sliding my tongue back into his wet heat. Benji lets out a strangled sound as I start fucking his ass with my tongue in earnest.
“Too much, Jack.” Benji gasps, trying to wiggle free from my tongue in his over-sensitive state.
“You can take it, you’re going to come enough times tonight that you’ll start having dry orgasms. Gonna watch your whole body quiver and shake while your cock is completely spent with nothing left to give.”
I pause only long enough to tease him and then return to my relentless assault on his ass. Something about the dark, musky flavor has me nearly intoxicated and I can feel my cock leaking inside my pants. Tonight I want to focus on bringing Benji as much pleasure as possible, so my own aching dick will have to wait.
“Fuck, fuck. Jack it’s- ugh- it’s too much.”
Benji says it’s too much but his hips are grinding against the wedge and he’s practically fucking his ass back onto my tongue. A slew of curse words are slipping out and the moans he’s making are positively filthy.
He clenches around my tongue and his legs begin shaking violently as cums for a second time. I keep tongue fucking him through his orgasm and then finally pull back when it’s clear things are getting uncomfortable. I soothe my hand over his cheeks and down his thighs, helping to calm the trembles that are still coming over him in waves.
When Benji has calmed down enough, I lube up two fingers and message his pucker until he relaxes enough for my fingers to slip inside. I don’t begin fucking or stretching him yet, instead letting him keep my fingers warm.
“Fuck, Jack.”
“Is your cock still hard?”
“It’s getting there again. Ugh I’m so sensitive but I love feeling you inside of me, even if it’s just your fingers.” Benji clenches down on my fingers and rocks back to fuck himself on them. He lets out a low groan and I crook my fingers and begin softly milking his prostate. “Ugh fuck, fuck. That feels so good. I’m definitely, fuck, definitely hard again.”
“Love how easily that little cock of yours erupts and how sensitive this little button of yours is. I’m going to milk so many orgasms out of you that you can’t get hard anymore and then I’ll fuck one more out of you for good measure.”
“Please fuck me, Jack. I need you inside me.”
“I will, but first I need to loosen you up so I can play with our new candy cane. I can’t wait to see how it looks stretching this tight ass out.”
“Hurry, please.”
“Shh, I want you to keep my fingers warm for a bit and then I’ll give you what you need.”
Benji eventually relaxes against the pillow, his body sagging forward. I keep my fingers mostly still inside him, occasionally massaging the sensitive little nub just enough that he starts rocking back and then I go back to just keeping my fingers warm.
Eventually I relent and pull my fingers free. I pause to admire the way his hole gapes for a moment, showing off his dark red insides, and then blinks closed. I kiss one cheek and then pat it before slipping into the kitchen to retrieve our new toy from the freezer.
The dildo is heavy and cold in my hand; it isn’t frozen but it’s cold enough that the temperature should feel like shock, hopefully in a good way. Benji is still on his hands and knees where I left him, his velvet briefs stretched tight against his ass tempting me to shove my cock inside. I grip my dick through my pants and try to relieve some of the pressure and building need. I want to see my man completely fucked out before I finally slip into his loosened hole.
I pour a generous amount of lube over the candy cane and Benji lets out a surprised gasp when I place the cold tip against his hole. He tries to squirm away but the wedge keeps him firmly in place.
“What the fuck is that, Jack?”
“That’s your candy cane, baby. Can’t wait to see your hole stretch around it.”
“Why is it so cold?”
’Shh, you’ll warm it up in no time.” I ease the tip inside and Benji moans loudly, his whole body quivering from the cool sensation. I work it in just deep enough that I can angle it down to massage his prostate with small little strokes.
“Fuck, it’s so cold.”
“You want to feel all of it slide into you?”
“Yeah, fuck me with it.”
The toy is surprisingly long, a few inches longer than my own dick, and Benji shudders as I slip it in until only the rounded end sticks out. Instead of fucking him with it, I just let him slowly warm it up as he squirms and seeks sensation. Little gasps and keening noises are falling from Benji’s lips but I only start sliding the toy out when he starts pleading with me.
“Please, Jack. I can’t, I need it.”
“What do you need, Benji?”
“Fuck me with it, please. It’s so cold, I can’t stand it.”
“You want me to take it out?”
“No! No, just… just move it.”
“You want me to fuck you with this candy cane?”
“Ugh Jack, come on.”
“Say it, say you want me to fuck you with this candy cane.”
I can practically feel Benji roll his eyes and of course I partially want him to ask because it is a little funny, but also because I love hearing Benji beg to be fucked.
“Please fuck me with the candy cane.”
“See, now was that so hard?”
I slowly slide the glass out and gently push it back in, earning a high pitch moan in response. I fuck him gently because this toy has a lot less give than what he’s used to. I can feel the glass slowly warming up and Benji’s hole is quivering and clenching around the toy.
I pull out my phone and snap a few pictures before I take his briefs in hand and rip them so that Benji’s fully in view. I pull the little shorts free, smirking at the absolute mess inside, and then reach to pull Benji’s cock back so it’s tucked between his thighs and on view. I hit record on my phone and start fucking Benji’s tight as in earnest with the toy.
“Fuck, fuck. Jack, I’m gonna come.”
I angle the toy so the tip is milking his prostate and I moan myself when his tiny cock erupts a pitiful little spurt of come. Benji sags forward and I slowly slip the toy free, capturing his wide gape on video. I click recording off and throw my phone off to the side, too eager to chase my own orgasm to keep filming.
“Fuck, I’m going to jack off to that video later. Your ass gaped so fucking wide, so greedy for it. You getting fucked out yet Benji? That last orgasm was nearly dry, that cute little cock of yours only gave me a tiny squirt of come. So fucking hot.”
“I can’t come again, Jack. ‘M too sensitive. Nothing left to give.”
“Good, I’ll fuck a dry orgasm out of you and then I’ll let you rest.”
I hastily push my pants and briefs down, ignoring the huge wet spot where I’ve been leaking a profuse amount of precum, and nudge my aching dick against his wet hole. Benji is so stretched out and relaxed that I barely have to press before he sucks me in. We both let out a moan at the sensation and Benji rolls his hips back against me, taking me to the hilt in one fluid motion.
“Fuck, you feel incredible baby.”
Benji starts rolling his hips and I have to place my hands on his waist to keep him from topping from the bottom. My own orgasm is too close and I’m still determined to give Benji one more before I finally get mine.
I pull my dick out until just the tip is inside and slowly grind forward, messaging his prostate gently. Benji’s dick is still hard and I’m honestly really impressed by this man’s refractory period.
“God, you didn’t even go soft between orgasms. You gonna come on my cock like a good boy?”
“Yeah, wanna come together. Love feeling you pulse inside me and fill me up.”
“You wanna take my hot load? Fuck, I’ve been worked up for so long that when I come-”
“Gonna be so hot, love when you give me a huge load and I can feel you slipping out of me later.”
“Such a messy boy, Benji. Love seeing you get all filthy for me.”
Benji lets out a high moan and I can tell he’s already close again so I finally relent and begin fucking him in earnest. My own orgasm slams into me and my movements become completely erratic as I fuck my way through it.
Underneath me, Benji is a moaning, quivering mess as his own orgasm hits full force. When I pull free Benji gives me another view of his pretty red insides as he gapes and then winks closed. I notice that his cock is now softening but there’s only a few measly drops of come leaking from his slit. My own come begins dripping out and Benji makes a show of bearing down so more trickles out and down his balls.
Unable to resist, I pull out a photo and snap a quick picture of his obscenely debauched hole and messy little cock.
“Fucking hell, Benji.” I lean my head against his lower back, trying to regulate my own breathing for a moment. “Let’s get you into a hot bath and this time I’ll give you a massage.”
Benji nods sleepily while I start unwrapping him like the present he is. The ribbons around his hands and feet go first and then I slip the lights off and unplug them. The string has left some indents from being on him for so long but when I rub them they don’t seem uncomfortable.
“Stay here for just a moment, baby. I’m going to run the bath.”
I make quick work of getting the bath set up and the smell of mint fills the air as I drop in a candy cane bath bomb and some unscented epsom salt. I figure we might as well stay on theme.
When I return to the living room, I slowly pull Benji into a kneeling position and then scoop him up so I can take him to the bathroom.
“Can you stand?”
“Yeah.”
I slip into the tub first and then hold out a hand to help Benji in. We both sink into the water and Benji rolls over so the side of his face is pressed against my chest and his arms are wrapped around my torso.
“Merry Christmas, Benji.”
“I love you, Jack.” I wrap my arms around Benji and hold him close, relaxing into the hot water and enjoying the heaviness of his weight against me.
“I love you too, baby. More than anything.”