Date: Tue, 23 Dec 2003 18:44:36 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: THE CHRISTMAS ANGEL 1

Disclaimer: This is just a story. But it is more than a story. First of
all, it is my 50th Story for the Nifty Archive. Beyond that, it is my
Christmas Present to all of my readers. May your lives be filled with the
joy and love of this Season and may each of you find your own 'Angel'.

THE CHRISTMAS ANGEL
Part I
By RimPig   2003

The snow was falling heavily outside the windows of my small, one-bedroom
apartment as I was stringing lights on the small Christmas tree in the
corner of the living room. 'Another Christmas alone. How many had it been
now?' I thought to myself as I strung the strings of multi-colored lights
among branches, the smell of balsam thick in the heated air of the
room. Actually, I knew the answer to that question - twelve. Like the days
of Christmas, it had been twelve Christmas's alone. Ever since I was
sixteen and had run away from home.

I had crossed a continent from the sunny shores of the California coast to
the cold environs of Cambridge, MA, and a view of the Charles River with
snow falling on it. I was in my final year of college at Boston University
- something that no one would have ever believed twelve years ago.  At that
time, I was destined to be just another run-away street kid, probably
hooked on drugs and dead of an overdose or AIDS long before I was the age I
am now.

And I would have been, except for Dr. Harold Necombe, Ph.D., a professor of
History at Boston University who I met ten years ago when I was 18. How we
met was rather a strange occurrence in itself. But more about that and
about Harold and his effect on my life later.

I was living in LA at the time, having run away from my home in Carlsbad,
California. Actually, run-away was not exactly the truth. It wasn't exactly
my choice to end up on the streets at 16.  That was my father's idea,
supported by my mother, when he discovered something that he couldn't deal
with in his youngest son - the fact that I was 'queer' (as he put it).

He'd caught me, in my room after school, giving my best friend Josh a blow
job. He had gotten off early and I hadn't expected anyone to be home. Josh
and I had been doing this on a fairly regular basis since I'd come out to
him one night when he was sleeping over about six months before. I gave him
his first blow job ever that night and he seemed to become addicted to
sliding his thick, seven inch cock as deep in my mouth and throat as he
could slide it - as often as he could. He didn't do anything back -
maintaining always that "I'm straight, dude!". Yeah, right!  Straight down
my throat whenever he could! But, I didn't care. What the fuck? Josh was a
hunk and I loved the smell and taste of him. Plus, he was still my best
friend.

Well...actually, my second-best friend. My best friend - at least at that
time - was my brother Mike. But Mike had been gone almost a year by
then. Gone to join the Marines right out of high school. Mike ended basic
training in July of 1990 and in August, Iraq invaded Kuwait, beginning the
gearing up for the Gulf War. Mike, of course, was shipped off to the Middle
East and was part of the Marine Corps force that threw the Iraqi's out of
Kuwait and eventually invaded Iraq.  At the time, we knew that Mike was
somewhere in Iraq but we didn't know where and hadn't heard from him in
weeks. This was not unusual, however, as it happened when his battalion
would be on maneuvers.

At any rate, Dad caught me and Josh and basically first beat the shit out
of me and then threw me out of the house, saying that he wasn't going to
have a "faggot living under my roof!". I was able to stay at Josh's house
for a couple of days, but that wasn't going to work any longer. I decided
to head San Diego which was only 30 miles away.

There I ran into some other kids who were living on the streets and in a
derelict building. A couple of the guys were making money by hustling older
gay guys. They'd let the older guys blow them for $20 or $30 and then buy
cigarettes, booze and drugs with the money. Now, I don't want to come off
like I'm some kind of 'angel' here, but I wasn't into getting high and I
thought smoking was just stupid! I didn't mind the idea of getting a blow
job and being handed money - after all, I liked giving blow jobs and I was
sure as hell interested in what they felt like, considering I'd never had
one! But I wanted money to get something to eat and a roof over my head.

At first, it was scary, dealing with all these older guys. By older, most
of them were over 40 with many of them 60 or over. I seemed to have a sixth
sense or something but the guy's that I would go with usually turned out to
be nice. Some of them were very nice to me. Maybe I should tell you a
little more about myself so you'll understand.

At this time I was 16 years old, but a 'young' 16. I really looked more
like I was 14. I stood 5 foot 8 inches and had a slender's swimmer's
build. I had dark brown hair and green eyes. I took after my mother's side
of the family in that. I don't like to brag, but it was told to me too
often for it not to be true, that I was one very cute boy who was almost
pretty enough to be a girl. Not that I liked hearing that last part! I fed
into a lot of my customer's 'Daddy' fantasies which made me rather popular
on the streets.

Mike, my brother, on the other hand, took after our father's side of the
family and, by the time he was 16, was already 6 foot 1 and weighed over
200 pounds - all of it rock hard muscle. Mike had blue eyes and what they
call dark blond or 'dishwater-blond' hair. He grew to 6 foot 3 and weighed
about 220 when he went off to the Marine Corps. He had been a jock in high
school, playing football, baseball and even wrestling. He'd been scouted by
a number of colleges but said he wasn't interested in college and so he
joined the Marines.

I was glad that Mike wasn't around when it happened. More than anything, I
dreaded him ever finding me. I knew he could never accept having a 'fag'
for a brother - not a big, butch, heterosexual Marine! But after all this
time, it would be almost impossible to find me now. While in LA, I'd
assumed a different last name and had even legally changed to it five years
ago.  Everyone knew David Blackburn now. Nobody knew David Kellem. And, if
I had my way, nobody ever would again. You see, I had a real problem where
Mike was concerned.

As I said, Mike was always my best friend. He was the one who took time out
for me - something my father never had time for! When I was little and Mike
and I slept in the same room, it was his bed I headed for when I was scared
of monsters in the closet or woke up with nightmares. He was always willing
to let me curl up to him, his arms around me, calming my fears. I loved the
feelings of love and security that I always felt in his arms. I never
thought of it as anything thing else. It was just that Mike was everything
to me. And maybe just a bit more.

When I entered puberty, I started to begin to discover that it was not
girls that turned me on like all my friends but it was my friends - like
Josh - who turned me on. It didn't take long for me to put a name to those
feelings - homosexual. No other word strikes fear in the heart of an
adolescent male the way that one does! I fought it for a while, even tried
dating girls, but it was no use. It was guys that turned me on. Period. And
worse, there was one guy in particular that turned me on more than any
other on the face of the earth. One guy who stood head and shoulders above
the rest of the males in the world. One guy that I was not just attracted
to but knew that I was totally, hopelessly in love with. That realization
was more stunning to me than even that fact that I was gay! You can guess
who the guy was. Mike. My own brother. To my great consternation, I
discovered that not only was I gay - but a pervert as well! Filled with an
incestuous love that I knew was wrong and also knew could never, would
never be returned.

One night, while plying my "trade" on the streets of San Diego, I met a man
named Ben. Ben was not just your ordinary 'john'. Ben was kind of a talent
scout, you might say. Ben was a director for one of the major porn studios
in LA. He liked my looks and, better yet, liked my 'performance' in his
hotel room. He offered me the chance to come to LA with him and he would
put me into porno films.

At first, I didn't believe him, but then he reached into a suitcase and
pulled out one of the films he had directed. There was his name on the film
box and everything. Ben said that I could make good money if I was as
photogenic as he thought I was and was able to project the right 'image' on
screen. To make a long story short, over the next two years, living with
Ben in LA, I made over a dozen porn films at $10,000 to $12,000 each.
Because I wasn't the typical 'party boy', most of the money went into a
bank account and eventually into Certificates of Deposit. By the time I was
18, I had about $100,000 in the bank and was one of the most popular porn
actors around. Of course, I didn't use my real name - or even the name I'd
assumed. So everyone in the industry knew me as Trace Stone. The best part
was, I got to have sex with some really incredible looking guys my own age
and no longer had to sell my ass on the street. I know how it's fashionable
for former porn stars to say how awful and degrading the industry is but,
for me - that's bullshit! I loved every minute of it and found it the most
enjoyable way to make money that I've ever found.

As an aside, people wonder where in the hell porn actors come up with the
names that they use on film. Mine was partially given me by Ben. At least
the "Stone" part. "Trace", on the other hand, came from the film "Dick
Tracy", one of the last films that Mike had taken me to see and one of my
all time favorites. Okay, he was older, but I had this crush on Warren
Beatty - not to mention Madonna being in it! So that's how I became Trace
Stone.

One night, Ben had a party at his house. He often entertained and used some
of us boys who made movies for him as 'eye candy' for his friends. We were
not required to go to bed with any of them, but a lot of the older guys -
guys 30+ - liked having us around. It was at this party that Ben introduced
me to an old friend of his. The man had been Ben's college room-mate and
was now a professor of History at Boston University. That was how I met
Harold Newcombe.

I had no idea that night that this man would make as profound a change in
my life as Ben had. I remember when Ben introduced me to Harold, he struck
me as a very quiet, very shy man. In fact, he was rather 'tongue-tied'
around me and seemed to be unable to get more than two or three words out.
I thought maybe that I bothered him in some way - knowing my 'profession' -
since Ben had already told me what Harold did. I just figured that a
'porn-star' was evidently not the kind of person that Harold would normally
choose to deal with.

I couldn't have been more wrong.

Later in the evening, I wandered into the study and found Harold sitting
there all alone, reading.  Since this was a rather 'swinging' LA party,
this somewhat surprised me.

"Not enjoying yourself?" I asked as he looked up at my entry.

"It's that obvious, is it?" he asked, smiling at me.

"I take it that you don't approve of your old room mate's business or those
of us in it?" I asked.

Harold started laughing.

"Not approve?! Far from it. Let me tell you my favorite films." he said,
and then proceeded to name every title that I had appeared in.

I stood there with my mouth hanging open, flabbergasted!

"But...but those are all my films!" I exclaimed.

"Yes. You see, I begged Ben to introduce me to you. I didn't think he do it
at a party like this one. I'm not used to being around crowds of people. I
guess I lead a pretty quiet life in Cambridge." he said.

"Cambridge?" I asked.

"Cambridge, Massachusetts. It's a part of Boston. I teach at Boston
University. Do you know of it?" he asked.

"I know it's a college but, frankly, that's about all I know about it." I
said.

"It one of the largest private universities in the country." he explained.

"Private university, huh? That's for all the rich kids." I said.

"No, it's for all the smart kids. It take much more than money to get into
Boston University these days." he said.

"So you like my films, huh?" I asked.

"Yes, I like them very much. I own every one of them. I have to admit that
I've shot a lot of loads fantasizing about you." he smiled shyly.

"But you're a young guy. You can't be more than what? 32?" I asked.

"Thank you. I'm 38." he smiled.

"So why aren't you making it with some cute preppy jock?" I asked.

"Because there are very strict non-fraternization policies." he said.

"Huh? What's that?" I asked.

"That means that as a professor, I cannot have any sexual relations with a
student." he smiled.

"Oh. Yeah. I can see that. Otherwise, even I could get 'A's' there!" I
laughed.

"Oh, I think you could get 'A's' there without having to have sex with any
of the staff." Harold said. "I know you're are not as naive as you let on."

"Oh, how do you know that?" I asked cockily.

"Ben's told me about you. You don't drink, don't smoke, don't do drugs,
hardly ever go out and you've put away quite a tidy sum for someone your
age. Those are not the attributes of a typical teenager or one that is
stupid." he said.

"Well...not a lot of teenagers get beaten up by their fathers and thrown
out in the street to fend for themselves when they're 16, either." I said.

"Yes, Ben told me he found you on the street in San Diego. How did that
happen?" Harold asked.

"My old man caught me giving my best friend a blow-job one day and went
ape-shit over it. He beat the crap outa me and threw me out. I hit the
streets, learned how to sell my cock and never looked back. Of course, if
it hadn't been for Ben, I never would have done as well as I've done.  He's
a great guy and I really care a lot about him." I said.

"And he cares a lot about you, too. That's partially the reason I'm here in
LA. I flew out at Ben's invitation to meet you. He knew how taken I was
with you on film and asked if I'd like to meet you 'in the flesh', so to
say." Harold said.

"So are you disappointed? I'm not really 'Trace Stone' that you see in the
films." I asked.

"Not in the least! Trace Stone is a masturbation fantasy. You're much more
interesting than he is, believe me." Harold smiled.

"So I've ruined the fantasy for you?" I asked.

"No entirely. You are still a very beautiful boy. By the way, what is your
real name?" he asked.

"Well...let's just say that my real name is David. I don't go by my real
last name anymore. I don't want to have anything to do with my family. I'm
known as David Blackburn." I said.

"So, David, it is then. Yes, David, you are still and incredibly beautiful
boy." he said.

"So, Harold, what did you fantasize about me? Hmm?" I asked.

"Well...that's rather an embarrassing question." he smiled. "But, I
suppose, since I've seen you naked enough times, I can admit that I've
dreamed of sucking your cock and eating you ass.  Those are my favorite
things."

"And those are my favorite things to have done." I smiled. "How would you
like the chance to have your fantasy come true?"

"I'm afraid that, even at Boston University, college professors are not
that well paid. I don't think I could afford you." he said shyly.

"Trust me, Harold, you couldn't afford me if you were CEO of one of the
Fortune 500. I only have sex for money on film. I don't hustle anymore.
Haven't since I hooked up with Ben and did my first film. I only have sex
with people I want to - and not for money." I said.

"Are you serious?" Harold asked.

"Why don't you follow me to my bedroom and find out." I said, turning my
back on him and exiting the study.

I walked down the hall to my bedroom where I began to undress. I could hear
Harold enter the room behind me. I stripped of my shirt and pants and
kicked the sandals off my feet leaving me completely naked. Then I slowly
walked over to the bed and crawled across it slowly, sensuously - like a
cat. It was a scene I had done in "Call Boys Orgy" - one of my most popular
films. If Harold was a true fan, he'd know it well. I let him have a really
good look at my small, bubble butt - even spreading my legs to give him a
glimpse of my hole before laying down and turning over on my back. Harold
was standing at the foot of the king-size bed, drinking in every movement I
made. I slowly pulled my legs back so that my knees were practically
resting on my shoulders, giving him a full view of my hairless balls and
ass crack, as my head lay back on the pillows. I knew my pouty hole was
pulsing at him and I could see the tent of his hardon in his trousers as he
licked his lips in nervous anticipation.

"It's all yours, Harold, but you gotta be naked to get in this bed with
me." I smiled a lascivious smile at him.

He practically tore his close off, getting naked in a shorter time than I
think I'd ever seen a man do before. I was amazed that his body was not
what I expected at all! The baggy shirt and pants he'd worn did nothing to
indicate what a nice body he had. It was obvious that he worked out with
nice pec development and a flat stomach with the ridges of a six-pack
showing. He was nicely furred across his chest and down his stomach with
dark ringlets of hair which led down to a healthy bush around his cock. His
cock was amazing! It was at least nine inches and thick as the proverbial
beer can!

"Holy Shit!" I exclaimed. "Harold, you should be in films!"

He was climbing on the bed at that moment and stopped to grin at me.

"I'm afraid the college would take a rather dim view of my moonlighting
that way." he grinned.

He continued up the bed until he was laying flat on his stomach and his
face was positioned right over my ass. I could hear him breathing deeply of
the scent of my crack.

"Oh, fuck! You smell wonderful!" he murmured, looking up at me and
smiling. "I love the smell of your ass!"

I smiled back. I knew what he meant. I loved the smell of a man's sweaty
ass. That's one of the things I loved about making films. The shoots take
hours and you sweat under the lights. Even if you shower before the shoot
starts, before it's over, your body scents are full and strong. There were
a number of other guys I appeared with who I gladly spent a good length of
time just snorting their butts, balls and pits.

He continued snorting my ass and balls for a while but then I felt the
rough wetness of his tongue as it began at the base of my spine and slid
right up my crack.

"Mmm!" I murmured.

I loved the feeling of someone licking my ass crack! And he was good! He
gently circled my hole with the tip of his tongue, smoothing out the
wrinkles and sending thrills through my body. Then I felt something very
different - so different it took me a moment to figure out what Harold was
doing. His lips were locked around my hole and he was actually sucking on
it! No one had ever done this to me before! I could feel my ass-lips being
pulled into his mouth as his tongue began slowly sliding into my hole. Now
this was something I could really get into! I loved being tongue fucked.
Hell! I loved being fucked - period!

"Ahh! Fuck, yeah! Eat my fuckin' hole! Yeah! Get that tongue up in there!
Fuck me with that tongue!" I groaned as Harold avidly ate my ass.

And he did eat my ass! For almost an hour Harold sucked, licked and
tongue-fucked my hole until I was ready to go out of my mind in lust! I
sure hoped that rimming and sucking weren't all that Harold did because,
more than anything, I wanted that fuck-stick of his pounding in my hungry
butt!

"Harold! Fuck me! Shove that fuckin' cock of yours up my ass! Please! Fuck
my ass!" I begged.

He looked up from between my legs.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Am I sure!?" I all but screamed. "I'm sure that if you don't fuck my
hungry ass, it's gonna start biting you back!"

He chuckled.

"Do you have some condoms and lube?" he asked.

"Never without them!" I said. "In the bedside table on your right."

He got up off the bed and brought back a bottle of Astroglide and one of
the foil wrapped condoms.

"Uhh...I haven't worn one of these in a long time...could you help me with
it?" he said, holding out the foil pack to me.

"What? You have unprotected sex?" I asked. "That's dangerous, you know."

"No. I don't have unprotected sex. I never have sex at all." he said
quietly.

"Never?!" I exclaimed.

"Well, not unless you count watching your films and jacking off." he
admitted.

"But you're a really good-looking guy! Why aren't you out dating or have a
lover?" I asked.

"I hate bars and all that and I never found anyone that I wanted as a
lover. I spend most of my time working. I don't really have what you call a
'social life'." he said.

"You're too good looking to go to waste like that!" I said, smiling at him.

"Thank you, David. You don't have to say that. I know it's not true." he
said.

"The fuck it isn't! Do you think I go to bed with just anybody? Okay!
Scratch that! I do if I'm getting paid for it in a film but, we're not in a
film. I find you very attractive. Not just because you've got a nice body
and a great cock but because you're a really nice guy. And you are good-
looking whether you believe it or not. Actually, I have proof that you
are." I grinned.

"What proof?" he looked at me oddly.

"Look at my cock. It's as hard as a rock." I smiled, thrusting up my hips
to make my hard cock more prominent. "It's you doing that to me. Now, tell
me you're not a hunk! I've had sex with some of the best looking studs in
the porn business but you give me a hardon. I think that ought to be proof
enough for you."

He didn't say a word, he just leaned down and gently kissed me on the
lips. I reached my arms around his neck and pulled his face harder against
mine, opening my mouth and forcing my tongue inside his. His arms went
around me and soon we were locked in a passionate kiss and embrace. I could
hear groaning coming from both our throats as we explored each other's
mouths with our tongues. It was one of the most breathtaking kisses I'd
ever experienced! Maybe because it was the first one that I wasn't in front
of a camera and being paid for. It was one that I wanted, just the way I
wanted Harold's cock in my butt!

"You're quite an amazing young man, David." Harold said when our mouths
finally broke apart so that we could breathe.

"You're pretty amazing yourself, professor. But weren't we going to get
that condom on you so you could fuck me?" I smiled.

"Uhh...yeah." he smiled shyly.

I took the condom from him, tore open the foil and leaned over. His cock,
after the kiss, was rock hard. I thought I'd treat him to a little trick
I'd learned on the set of one of my films. I put the condom on the head of
his cock and then, using my mouth and lips, unrolled it down his cock with
my mouth, getting him nice and wet in the process. I heard him suck in his
breath as the warmth of my mouth surrounded his hard cock.

"Oh, my God! No wonder I have trouble getting them on! I couldn't do that
to myself!" he exclaimed.

I chuckled in my throat which sent vibrations up through his hard staff and
caused him to groan. I figured I better get it out of my mouth before it
went off prematurely! I wanted that hard piece of man-meat pounding my hole
- not losing it in my mouth! I pulled off his cock and lay back, drawing my
legs back as I did.

"Okay. You're turn. Lube me up." I grinned at him.

He poured some of the Astroglide onto his fingers and began lubing up my
hole. He easily slid one, then two, then three fingers up inside me. I'd
been fucked enough that my muscle control over my ass was pretty total so
entry was not going to be a problem - even with Harold's size. He then
lubed up his condom covered rod and, bending down over me, put the head at
the opening to my ass. I grabbed his hips and pulled him forward. His cock
slid easily into my hole until his pubic hairs were crushed against my hole
and his cock was completely buried inside of me. He gasped again as the
muscles of my chute began to massage the length of his cock.

"Oh, fuck! Don't do that! I'm gonna lose it if you do!" he groaned and I
instantly stopped my muscle contractions.

"Come on, Prof! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck me hard!" I moaned, loving the
feeling of his cock filling my ass-chute.

His hips began to push in and out, driving his cock deep within me before
drawing back until all but the head was outside my body. He gradually built
up both speed and power until he was truly pounding my hole, his thick cock
stretching me and rubbing up against my prostate with each stroke.

"Yeah! That's it! Fuck me! Come on! Fuck me harder! Faster! Pound the shit
outa my hole!" I screamed out as he pounded harder and harder into my
shit-chute.

My hard cock was trembling against my abs, belching out cock-snot like a
broken faucet. Harold noticed it and reached down and gathered some of the
clear liquid on his fingers and brought them to his mouth! I watched as he
closed his eyes as he licked my body's essence from his fingers and sighed
at the taste. But he wasn't done! Not by a long shot! What he did next
quite literally blew me away!

I'd been fucked by a lot of guys on movie sets and there was one thing that
I loved but very few guys could do - in fact, I only found one that could
do it well. What I loved most was for the guy to suck on my cock while he
fucked me. Now, it took someone with a cock that was as long or longer than
mine in order to accomplish this and, even then, sometimes the guy couldn't
bend far enough to make it worthwhile.

But Harold was a master of it! He bent over and slurped down fully half my
cock into his warm, wet mouth. I groaned out in ecstasy! The feel of his
lips and tongue sliding up and down my cock in rhythm with his fucking me
was almost too much to bear! I was getting so close to cumming but I didn't
want to until he did. I had enough presence of mind to begin tightening the
muscles in my ass, squeezing his cock as it slid out and loosening for easy
entry. The first clench of my muscles and he was groaning loudly around my
cock and I could tell from the rhythm of his fucking me that he was well on
his way to shooting his load.

At this, I let go and let his mouth take over. I arched my back and blasted
load after load of my spoonge down his cock-sucking throat!

"Ahh! FUCK!!! YEAH!!! Get it! That's it! Sallow that scum! Fuck me! Cum in
my fuckin' ass!  FUCK!!!" I screamed out as I could feel his cock deep in
my butt, pumping is baby-batter into the latex sleeve as he swallowed every
drop of my load.

As my cock softened and became sensitive, he slowly pulled off it and then
slowly dragged his softening cock from my butt. He looked down at me as if
wondering 'What now?'. At first I couldn't understand his hesitation. Then
it dawned on me. He didn't know whether he would be welcome to take me in
his arms again or, now that sex was over, I would want to distance myself
from him. I raised my arms to him, letting him know that I wanted his body
on top of mine, covering me and making me feel cared for. His smile
practically lit up the room as he lay his hairy body on my smooth one,
taking me in his arms and kissing me. Then we rolled over on our sides, our
arms still around each other as we continued to make out in a more
comfortable position for both of us.

"You are incredible!" I said, pulling my mouth from his to gather my breath
back.

"No, doing that with you was the most incredible thing that's ever happened
to me in my life!" he grinned. "I can't believe I'm here with you. I can't
believe I just made love to you!"

"Sometimes masturbation fantasies come true." I smiled.

"Oh, no! I never fantasized anything like this! I never even dreamed of
fucking you or having you end up in my arms." he said.

"Did you fantasize sleeping together?" I asked quietly.

"No." he said softly. "Can we?"

"We can do whatever we want." I smiled.

"Should we say something to Ben?" he asked.

"Ben's a big boy. I'm sure he can figure something out on his own if and
when he notices that we're not around." I laughed.

"Yes, I suppose you're right." he said.

"Why don't we take a shower and then get some sleep. Then we can play some
more in the morning." I said.

"Okay. I like that idea." he grinned.

I showed him to the bathroom that was attached to my room. He was suitably
impressed with the large shower and the Jacuzzi as well. I told him we'd
save the Jacuzzi for another night. We got into the shower and I adjusted
the water. He started to get out of the shower, sliding the door open.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"I've got to piss." he said.

"Well, what the fuck are you getting out for? Don't tell me you're one of
those that has never pissed in the shower?!" I laughed.

"Well...no. I like to piss in the shower. But you might not understand
about that." he said hesitantly.

"What? Do you like to piss on yourself or something?" I smiled.

He suddenly had a stricken look on his face.

"Wait a minute! You do! You're into watersports, huh?" I asked.

"Well...yes and no." he said.

"Well, which is it? Yes or no?" I asked.

"I've always wanted to do it, but I've never had the guts to -- other than
piss on myself that is." he said.

"So what do you fantasize about doing? Pissing on someone or getting pissed
on?" I asked.

"Both." he said quietly.

"Well, it might interest you to know that I have to piss, too." I smiled.

"Would you...could you...uhh..." he fumbled.

"Piss on you? Sure, if you want me to. I gotta tell you, I've never done
this. I mean, I've heard about it but this never came up in any of my films
so you're gonna have to kind of tell me what it is you want me to do." I
said.

"Well, the way I always picture it is I'm down on my knees and the guy is
standing over me with his cock in his hand and he just lets fly and pisses
on me." he said.

"Where?" I asked.

"All over. Everywhere." he said.

"Well...okay. It may take me a minute to start. I'm not 'pee-shy' or
anything but I've never had anybody actually watch me piss." I said.

I was starting to be a little worried I couldn't perform for him. After
all, this was entirely new territory for me and, to make matters worse, it
was starting to feel really exciting and my cock was starting to plump up
and I really have trouble pissing if it gets hard! Harold got down on his
knees and was looking up at me, his eyes sparkling with lust and
anticipation. I closed my eyes so that I could concentrate and thought
about running faucets, rivers, waterfalls - anything with rushing water! I
think it was Niagra Falls that finally did it. At any rate, all of a
sudden, a blast of piss roared out of my cock and hit him right square in
the chest. He moaned.

"Oh, fuck! That's it! Gimme your fuckin' hot piss! Yeah! Piss all over me!
Cover me in your hot juice!" he groaned.

"You got it, man!" I grinned and let the full flow of my piss begin raining
down on him.

He seemed to really love it! He was rubbing it all over his body. I started
to experiment, manipulating my cock to move the stream around. I hit his
tits and then slide the stream down until I was pissing on his cock. It
only took about two seconds of my piss bathing his cock and pubic hair and
he was hard as a rock again. I moved the stream up and didn't know quite
how high to go, but he showed me by bending down some and putting his face
right into my stream of piss and then bowing forward so that it went over
his hair and down his back. I could see a river of my golden piss running
down his back and into the crack of his ass. I was really getting into
this!

"Yeah! Take it! Take my fuckin' piss! You like my stinkin' piss, man? You
want all my golden manjuice, don't you?!" I growled.

He straightened up and did something that completely fucked my mind - he
leant over and, taking my cock in his mouth, began to drink my piss! Oh,
fuck! I had no idea he was gonna do that! It was the weirdest feeling
pissing in some guy's mouth! I could feel the piss moving through my cock
but that little tingle you get at the piss lips of your cock was gone - I
guess because it was bathed in piss in his mouth. I watched as he avidly
and quickly swallowed over and over, drinking me down. Finally my stream
slowed to a stop and he nursed at the head of my cock until he got every
last drop. Then my cock did go rock hard! I was major turned on at that
point but I couldn't tell you why. I just knew that this was the kinkiest
thing I'd ever done but I wasn't finished! Suddenly, from where I don't
know, came this undeniable urge to experience what I'd just done. I wanted
to be pissed on and I knew someone who needed to piss!

I pulled my cock out of his mouth and looked down at his disappointed face.

"You can have more of that later. Right now, I thought you needed to piss?"
I asked.

"Well...yeah." he said quietly.

"Good, because I always believe that one good turn deserves another!" I
grinned.

"You mean you want me...you want me to..." he fumbled.

"Yeah. I want you to piss on me." I said, giving him a wink.

"You're sure?" he asked, hesitantly.

"Yep! I want to see what this feels like." I said.

He stood up and I knelt down. I was gratified to see that it took him some
time to get his flow started as well. But once he did, it was a hard, hot
blast. I was surprised by the strength of the flow. I didn't know that you
pissed that hard. I was also surprised by how hot it was, forgetting that,
of course, it would be 'body temperature'.

I found it to be, as Harold had described it, a very sensual experience.
Hot, wet and much like being cum on. I also found it to be fun!  It was
something 'naughty' and I loved the feeling of his piss streaming all over
my body. I particularly found it stimulating when he pissed on my cock and
balls! But he stopped his flow and I looked up in surprise.

"Stand up and turn around. I want to piss on the beautiful ass of yours!"
he said.

That sounded like a really cool idea to me, too! I stood up and turned
around, bending over slightly and putting my hands against the shower wall
and jutting out my butt to give him full access to it and my ass-crack. His
flow started again and I could feel his piss pummeling my ass cheeks and
then in my crack. I leaned my chest against the wall and reached back with
my hands to pull my butt-cheeks apart. Harold took the opportunity to piss
right on my very sensitive, just- fucked, hole. The hot, hard piss hitting
my hole gave me goose-bumps and made my cock stand and start drooling
cock-snot.

About this time, Harold ran out of piss and I turned around, my hard cock
almost hitting him. He quickly got to his knees and buried my cock deep in
his throat. Then he pulled completely off and looked up at me, desire
filling his eyes.

"Fuck my face! Fuck me hard!" he said.

Taking him at his word, I grabbed his head and shoved my cock back into his
throat as far as it would go. I fucked him hard and fast and he took every
thick inch of it, moaning and jacking on his own cock. I was so horned from
the piss that I knew it wouldn't be long until I shot my load.  In fact, I
almost immediately felt that tingle in my balls telling me that I was about
to spoonge.  Harold was moaning and groaning around my cock which added
stimulation to the massage his throat muscles were giving my rammer. I
couldn't hold back any longer.

"FUCK!!! TAKE IT COCKSUCKER!!! TAKE MY FUCKIN' LOAD!!!" I screamed as I
dumped load after load of my cum down his eager, sucking throat.

Harold groaned around my cock and I could feel the splatters of his cum on
my legs and feet as he came almost at the same time I did. I nearly
collapsed from the power of the orgasm but luckily the wall was right
behind me so I simply leaned against it, sliding down to the floor of the
shower until we were both looking at each other while the warm water
cascaded over out bodies. I reached out and pulled him to me, kissing him
deeply, tasting my cum and my piss in his mouth. I wasn't grossed out at
all by it, which somewhat surprised me.

We finally took a shower and went back to bed. It felt really nice to curl
up in a man's arms for once. The last time I had slept with a man had been
when I was little and it was Mike's arms that were around me. In fact, that
night, I had a dream about Mike. In the dream we were no longer kids. He
was a full-grown Marine and he was holding me tight in his arms and telling
me how much he loved me. I awoke with a hardon but with tears in my eyes. I
thought to myself 'What the fuck do I do now?!'. The answer was simple.
Harold was spooned behind me and I could feel his hard cock. I reached over
into the drawer, pulled out a condom and lube and rubbered him up.  I
applied some Astroglide to my hole and slid myself down on his cock. It
took him a few minutes to wake up but by that time his hips were already
pumping his cock in and out of my horny butt.

Neither of us lasted long, both coming almost together. We then headed off
to the kitchen where Ben was already up and had made coffee. As was normal
around Ben's house, we were all naked.  Ben hated clothes as much as I did
and the only time either of us had anything on was when there were
'guests'. Harold was an old friend and much more than a guest so Ben didn't
bother with clothes. Evidently Harold was used to it from their college
days.

I should say here that while I lived with Ben, and he never charged me rent
or anything, I didn't have sex with him after that first night when he
picked me up on the street in San Diego. Ben liked young guys but he like
variety. He didn't want anyone more than once. I got the feeling that
somewhere along the line, Ben had been badly hurt and didn't want any
chance of any emotional involvement in his life, but I could never be sure
because he never talked about it.

Ben said good morning to both of us.

"So, I see your fantasy came true, Harold." Ben laughed.

For probably the first time in a very long time, I found myself actually
blushing!

"It was much more than a fantasy, Ben. It was one of the most wonderful
nights of my life!"  Harold said, smiling at me.

"Well, I'm glad for you both." Ben said. "We've got work we need to do,
today, David."

"Yes, I know. Luckily, it's just the rimming scene we have to shoot. I
don't need to prepare for that!" I laughed.

"So how long are you going to stay, Harold?" Ben asked.

"I need to be back at Boston University tomorrow. I'm going to fly out this
afternoon." Harold said.

"So soon? I'm sorry. I'd hoped you'd stay longer." Ben said.

"Yes. It would be nice." I said.

"Thank you both. Perhaps next time I can arrange more time. I would like to
see you again, David, if that's all right with you." he asked.

"I'd like that as well." I said.

Harold gave me his phone number before he left to go back to his hotel and
Ben and I left for the studio.

The End of Part I of THE CHRISTMAS ANGEL

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