Date: Sun, 22 Dec 2013 05:45:11 -0500 (EST)
From: Writersparody@aol.com
Subject: Bill's Christmas gift,

Bill's Christmas gift

I can feel it in my hand. Bill asked me to touch him as he was leaving, he
stood at the bottom of the banisters and the Christmas party was ending. We
were  all tired and ready for bed and all of the others had all departed,
most by taxi  because they wanted to let themselves go and take advantage on
the drink on  offer.
Bill was the last. I knew him through the office, he worked in  invoicing
and we had shared a little conversation at times. But not  much.
When he asked me to touch him I assumed it was because of the drink,
smiled and advised he should make ways for home.
"You have arranged a taxi  yes?" I asked noticing he was now feeling
himself. I  also saw the rising  bulge moving in his trousers.
"Wouldn't you like some of this Peter? He  asked, his green eyes focusing
on mine and taking my hand down to touch  him.
Quite unintentionally I was feeling his bulge now but quickly dislodged  my
hand and politely told him he should go, that I was tired and ready for
bed.
"I am too, let's share it together Peter, that would be nice and I have  a
special Christmas present for you."
"And what is that?" I asked humoring  him, hoping he would soon leave.
He glanced downward whispering; "Unzip and  you shall see, it would make a
lovely end to the day if we shared our  fantasizes."
I was thinking what is he  on about. What should I do to be  rid of him,
Should I call a taxi on his behalf? But he took my hand again and  his `present
' was growing all the time.
"Just squeeze it for me that will be  nice Peter"
Why was this happening to me. It was as if Bill knew my mind.  That I had
been contemplating coming out for a long time. It was to be a very  personal
New Year's resolution. But it was as if Bill knew I was gay but how.  Did it
show I wondered or is it simply because that is how the drink was
affecting Bill?
But what was happening now was that I wasn't removing my hand  from his
gender any more. He gave me such a lovely daunting smile as I squeezed  and
felt the sex stimulate my hormones.
Something was happening and I was  enjoying the touching. I felt strangely
at ease and the sound of his whimpering  really turned me on. I resolved to
try different things, moving my fingers  around and underneath. It was
lovely and so soothing, special because was giving  him as much joy as my new
found pleasure.
"Don't stop that is lovely and  remember to undo the parcel won't you
Peter?"
He was positioning himself at  the foot of the stairs, facing me still but
with one foot placed on the next  step creating a veritable space between
his thighs which I found to be very  enticing because I was able to vary my
touching
I enjoyed it for a while;  feeling and squeezing him like that between his
legs and over his trousers. I  was a little bit unsure though about
accepting his invitation to open the  parcel.
What if it was just the drink causing him to be like this, how
embarrassing it would be if it was all some sort of joke and I fell for  it.
That would be an awful joke to play though. But some of our office people
so have a weird sense of humor.
I decided to ask him bluntly if he was aware  of what was happening and
would it be better if he left right now, that we do  lots of things under the
influence for what we may be embarrassed for when the  drink wore off.
"Peter I am not so far pissed that I know what turns me on  and I have had
a feeling for you that tells me that you like what you are doing  and would
like to spend the night with me. So to hell with the taxi, let me show  you
what it is all about and undo your present right now!"
I realized Bill  had this certain bossy eminence about him and oddly
realized Liked that. It made  him all the more attractive to me and I veered
towards the notion that it would  be nice to go further and indulge.
If , given the worst scenario, that it was  all one big joke we could both
blame the drink in the morning and carry on as  normal. But if it wasn't and
Bill was genuine then it could be the start of a  wonderful new
relationship which quite frankly, I yearn for, Have done for a  while but have never
had the courage to approach another prospective guy except  through the chat
pages on the internet and they all seem just to want a quick  thrill on the
cam.
He was now fully erect and he asked me again to unwrap the  parcel which
was special for me and if I wanted he could try it out in  me.
That made a shiver go up my spine. The thought of a sexual encounter of
the deep penetrative kind was enticing enough. I had tried anal vibrators and
enjoyed the feelings derived from them. But frankly I had got to the stage
where  found them boring. Something was missing. Okay, those Japs knew how
to create  the best sensual feelings but no matter how they tried it could
never be the  real thing.
Now I was given the opportunity to try and it was wonderful,  because I
did not have to worry about bucking up the courage to acquaint  myself with
someone and hope they were that was inclined.
So I ventured to  open Bill's parcel and breathed in his scent. I
recognized it as Brute, the same  as I use but when I delved further and slipped down
his briefs to expose the  content in his parcel, I immediately sniffed the
smell of sex, a smell I had  encountered often when wanking myself with an
anal vibrator inside me, which was  always more prominent when stretching the
foreskin back to reveal that so  gorgeous and wonderful sensitive head
wrapped in a parcel of its own. So it was  a sort of a parcel within a parcel
and instinctively, and much to Bill's joy, I  was on my knees getting to know
the content and enjoying it very much.
"It is  just what I wanted Bill. I love it!"
"I thought you might, don't stop what  you are doing, I love what you are
doing with my present."
It was rather  lovely, so big too and very stiff and pliable. I adored the
feel of it and the  smell of it. I ventured to massage gently his ample
balls and he moaned urging  me on, opening his legs wider so that I may cradle
them. He said he loved  that.
I generously massaged him awhile and he was rapturous - his head
stretching forth and back as I gave him a really good stiff jerking, the same as  I
do with mine.
Should I or shouldn't I? I was contemplating the taste of  him. I had the
feel, I had the smell now maybe the taste. I would go for it.  Something told
me it was right to do and I had often fantasized about how it  would feel
and taste in my mouth. Now was the time to find out.
I closed my  eyes and went for it. An appreciative sound came from Bill's
lips as I started  to discover just what oral sex is all about. I squeezed it
between my tongue and  the roof of my mouth and it tasted of seaweed - a
little like haddock I liked so  much for breakfast with a knob of butter. Now
I had another kind of knob and it  was delightful to feel and taste in my
mouth as I generously sucked it.
I  felt something stir below, it was a feeling familiar to me when I toyed
with the  anal vibrators, At the same time, Bill apparently frenzied by the
way  I  was enjoying the content of his parcel, asked if we could go to bed
and he would  like to go further.
I didn't reply. I just led him up the stairs, We both  knew what we wanted
now - I led him by his very enlarged cock  and no  sooner had we got into
the bedroom when he stripped completely and stripped me  too in no uncertain
terms.
He gave me the once over and ravished my body like  I had never known
before. The joy of this Christmas could never be exceeded; I  knew that now and
looked forward to his fuck.
It soon came. He was hungry  for it, He'd sucked me off and now he said he
wanted my ass.- he had already  sampled the goods and the feel of his tongue
in my crack was out of this  world.
He said it would be best on all fours, He got himself into the best
position and I soon felt the heat of his knob begin to penetrate me. I handed  him
some lubrication from my bedside locker which I kept for when I used my
vibrator and that helped considerably.
His initial penetration was hard  going at first, He was a big boy and even
my biggest vibrator could not compete  with what was in Bill's parcel.
"Just relax Peter" he said and I held my held  down, felt the bulk of him
work himself deep inside me.
This was the real  thing and I found that, unlike with my vibrator, I was
unable to move my rectal  muscles to squeeze it inside. It was far too big
but we didn't need any extra  sensual gratification, the massage of his cock
penetrating me was enough and all  the time our fuck was building perfectly.
Even to the point when he'd paused  occasionally so that we could both
appreciate the feel of each other, the throb  of his cock was very strong and it
gave me a lovely warm sensation, I was at  peace with the world and my
Christmas was well served, when we climaxed it  started a whole new relationship
and I didn't have to worry about my planned New  Year's resolution.
Bill and I would be doing and awful lot more parcel  opening for ever and
ever and that is the happy ending.