I freeze up. Hanging with Tom one on one was manageable, Fun even, but hanging out in a crowd seemed overwhelming. Too many people, too many factors at play. Why couldn't we just stay here and talk more? Wasn't it enough? Uh oh...I realized I had gone quiet again.
"I...uh...I'm just not feeling it tonight you know? Still dealing with the trauma of you seeing my dick."
I Immediately cringe on the inside.
"No you idiot! God what's wrong with you!" I scream to myself on the inside.
"Oh...well then I guess that's my cue to go. Sorry for creeping you out."
Things were going south fast. I tried to stop him but my words failed before leaving my mouth. Soon I heard the unmistakable sound of my front door shutting. I buried my face in my couch cushion and screamed.
"Why can't you be normal!"
Hot tears welled in my eyes. I was alone in my apartment on Christmas eve and I was probably going to be alone on Christmas.
"Congrats Noah you got your wish." I mutter bitterly.
All I could do was cry in frustration, wishing to myself that I wouldn't be alone on Christmas. Soon my consciousness drifted into an unplanned nap. I woke later in what I can only assume was the middle of the night. I pull myself up to my feet and sadly shuffle and feel my tired self towards my room before colliding face first into a solid mass of a person. He was broad and warm. Tom! He must have come back!
"Tom! Listen I'm so sorry, sometimes I just ramble so hard I put my foot in my mouth. I wasn't creeped out by you, I-"
I'm cut off by the feeling of a gloved finger pressing on my lips to shush me. It slides away and I can feel Tom leaning closer to me. His warm breath brushes against my face, heavy and almost shaky. Bearded lips find mine and on instinct I surrender my first kiss. Tom's strong arms squeeze me to him as my arms snake around his bulky frame. I can't help but admire the softness of his coat as my palms slide over it. His tongue gently pries my lips apart and explores my mouth. I lightly moan at the sensations of his tongue caressing mine. His kiss tastes vaguely of cookies and egg nog. He must have enjoyed some food at the party before coming back.
Tom's arms squeeze and lift me off my feet. I grip his frame with my legs to keep from sliding off as he carries me towards my room. I remember how strong Tom's grip would feel at times but this burst of strength still catches me off guard as he carries me like I'm nothing. He sets me gently on my bed. I can hear the jangle of a belt buckle followed by the sound of it hitting the floor. Tom guides my hands to the front of his jacket where I slide them in and feel his undershirt. All I can think of is how intensely warm to the touch he is. I bury my face in his belly and groan as I hear gloves joining his belt and his warm hands find mine, giving them a squeeze before pulling his shirt up allowing me to rub his bushy torso. He was everything I dreamed he would be and more. I kiss his belly and work my way up while my hands glide down. My lips find their way to his nipple as my hand rests on a hard lump covered in the softest velvet.
Above me I hear a deep moan...deeper than I was used to hearing when Tom spoke. Before I could think about it more he flexes his cock under my hand, returning my focus to kneading the hot flesh in his pants. It's probably just his sex voice I giggle to myself in my head. It's my turn to be bold now. I grip the waistband of his pants, under them I feel no more fabric, just the soft tickle of his pubes.
"I don't believe it, he goes commando when he comes to see me!" I think to myself.
I pull at the waistband, feeling some resistance before something warm bounces up and slaps the underside of my chin. I can smell a faint musk guiding me to a soft spongy tip that I gently kiss. The head is different from my own, there seems to be extra skin rolled over it filled with a strange liquid. I swirl my tongue in the skin and taste a faint saltiness that floods my mouth as I gently roll the skin back and forth. I remember Tom Telling me about guys who are uncut and even letting slip that he was too, It just made me even more curious about what he felt like. My lips wrap around the exposed head and keep lapping at the slit as it leaks. I'm rewarded with more deep moans and a hand running through my hair gently encouraging me. The deeper I push my lips down, the further they spread.
"God damn he's thick...I hope that I'm doing ok for my first time." I think.
I push myself to take him deeper, Trying to swallow around him as he fills my throat. My hand reaches up and cups what has to be the heaviest balls I've ever felt...and the only balls I've ever felt that weren't my own. I gently roll them in my palm and squeeze them, my lips tingling from the slight friction gliding over his shaft. I return to his tip, letting my tongue probe his foreskin, spilling another small pool of Tom's pre down my throat. His hand rests on the sides of my head while he brushes my ears with his thumbs.
I can hear his soft, deep sighs as I keep working him falling into a comfortable rhythm. I lose track of the time but like magic he seemed to sense my jaw was getting tired and gently eased me onto my back. His hands roam my body, drifting down my chest and pulling at my belt. I feel the open air as he unzips me and pulls my jeans and boxers off in one firm pull, The sudden feeling of air on my cock makes me gasp. Tom's hands brace on either side of my hips and I can feel him lowering himself down. Warm breath blows over my crotch making me shiver. Before his lips even touch my cock I can feel his long bushy beard rub against my balls. I groan.
"He must have let it grow out for winter." I think in my euphoric haze.
A tongue traces the underside of my circumcised cock, flicking up and down the slit at my tip and teasing me. Without warning I feel Tom take me in one swift gulp, his nose pressing into my bush. I let a louder moan escape my lips, his deeper, muffled groan underscoring me. Two strong hands cup my ass and pull me deeper into his mouth. Instinctively my legs perch themselves on his shoulders, my thighs squeezing the sides of his head in ecstasy. The hands slide up the small of my back while my eyes roll back in pleasure.
The sensations pulsing through my cock are unlike anything id ever felt during my midnight solo stroking sessions. The pleasure gave me an almost weightless feeling. I couldn't even feel the bed under me anymore, just Tom's hands on my back and his shoulders on my thighs. It was then I realized I couldn't feel anything near my arms. I moved them about reaching for my sheets, my body wobbling now like a stack of unbalanced dishes. I reach above me and to my absolute shock feel my ceiling just above my head.
"Oh my god, Tom!" I Gasp.
I grip his head, frightened of losing my balance yet somehow Tom kept his grip on me. My fear melts back into lust once I realized this strong bear of a man would never let me fall. I reach down and grip Tom's long hair. A nagging question hangs in the back of my head as I wonder if his hair was ever this long, yet the thought is swept away almost as fast as it arrived. He must keep it tied back normally...of course that has to be it. His hands push me into his face and I almost feel as if im spinning around...weight shifting as Tom sits on the bed. He guides me as he lies back, My feet touching my sheets and transitioning to me straddling over his face.
He pushes me up, his warm tongue tracing a trail past my sack...further back...reaching my most intimate spot causing me to convulse as if it was a live wire. Tom's tongue is eager as it probes and explores my hole, my hips instinctively grinding on his face. I had always hoped id get to lose my virginity someday but this was a far cry from whatever tame affair I had imagined for myself. Tom slides out from under me, leaving me on all fours, my limbs shaky from his efforts.
