Date: Fri, 4 Jan 2002 16:40:24 +0000 (GMT)
From: Steve Rose <cutrose40@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Christmas Bonus

DISCLAIMER:

This is a story. None of the characters in the story
exist and the events that take place are purely
imaginary.


WARNING:

Do not read this story if you are in any way offended
by acts of a homosexual nature.

Do not read this if you are under the legal age for
accessing adult sites.

Always indulge in safe sex.

CHRISTMAS BONUS

I dislike Christmas and always have. Since I came back
to live in England five years ago I have spent the
holidays with my sister and her family. I like my
sister who is a couple of years younger than me and I
get on with her very well but we are very different.
She was steady and stable whereas I was always the
clever but not very well organised, I always said that
she would marry her boss when she got a full-time job
and so she did. She always said I was too disorganised
and never stayed in one place long enough to marry
anyone and she was almost right about that too!

My sister married her boss as I predicted except that
he was twice her age! He was also very rich and
anxious for a family, so within three years I was an
uncle twice over. My nephew Robert named after his
father) and niece Helen (named after her paternal
grandmother) were born close together with only 14
months between them. After a brief pause of 6 years my
nephew Toby was born. I was away a lot of the time so
I did not see much of my nephews and niece except for
pictures of them as they grew up. When Robert was 12
and Helen 11 and Toby only 5, their father died
suddenly of a heart attack and my sister was widowed
at 39. She has never shown any inclination to marry
again but devoted herself to her growing children.

Robert and Helen were both like their mother solid and
dependable but Toby was always the 'problem child'. He
was bright and clever but never conformed. He was 14
when I returned to England 5 years ago and was the
sullen early teenager; resentful at having to give up
his room to an uncle that he hardly ever met. However
he did actually talk to me and I think we developed
rapport as he emailed me occasionally over the next
few years and sought my advice on various academic
issues on which he knew I had some expertise. He was
better at chatting the next couple of visits but still
not very much so. Unlike his brother and sister Toby
also had inherited his mother and my side of the
family's blond hair and blue eyes. His hair was long
and unkempt and he wore fashionably baggy clothes,
much to his mother's disgust!

Last year Robert got married and is now the father of
a delightful girl called Rose and Helen and her
boyfriend are living together prior to their wedding
in June next year. Last year also Toby did his year
out and was not present for Christmas. So it was a
nice surprise to see him this year after his first
term at University. He had turned into a very
good-looking young man, his blond hair neatly cut and
his piercing blue eyes made him a stunner. As you may
have gathered I am gay and the thought of this rather
handsome youth in the house was something of a
Christmas bonus for me! The only drawback was that I
was to sleep in the annexe away from the house as
Robert and family occupied one group of rooms; Helen
and partner another set and Toby the remaining
bedroom. The annexe was fine but rather isolated from
the house.

Usually on Christmas Eve the whole family (except me)
would go to Church but this year Toby said he didn't
want to go either and preferred my option of a visit
to the pub and a few beers. I was more than happy to
oblige him and we left after dinner for the local pub.
We had a couple of drinks and chatted about University
life. When he got up to buy another round, Toby
staggered slightly.

"Oops, must've drunk more than I thought or drunk it
too quickly!"

"That's OK", I replied. "I'm happy to walk back if you
like."

I helped Toby out of the pub and back along the lane
towards the house. We walked in through the gates and
started up the drive and Toby said he needed a pee. I
helped him round behind a tree and he had difficulty
undoing his pants, so I helped him. He was just about
to take his dick out when we heard a car coming
towards us from the house and Toby pulled us both down
behind the tree. The car went by and we scrambled up
but by now there was a large wet patch on the front of
Toby's trousers.

"Let's get you inside and cleaned up", I said. "The
annexe is nearer and you can wear my Christmas present
to you while your trousers dry off."

I got Toby to the annexe and inside. He allowed me to
remove his wet trousers and his boxers. I got my first
glimpse at his mature dick, like me he was cut. This
was a surprise, as I knew Robert was uncut as he had
discussed what he would do if the baby had been a boy
and announced that he agreed with his late father's
decision that circumcision was unnecessary. I handed
Toby a towel and he dried himself and came and sat by
the fire with the towel around his waist. When he was
dry I presented him with a pair of football shorts
that I had bought him as part of his Christmas
present. He slid them on under the towel and then sat
there quietly,

"It's OK Toby it's isn't as though I haven't seen it
all before." I said comfortingly.

Toby smiled back and said, "I'm sure, but it's still
very embarrassing. Can I sleep here tonight and slip
back early tomorrow morning?'

"Sure thing", I said. "You can sleep in the spare
bedroom."

Toby disappeared and I prepared for bed. As I passed
his door the unmistakable sound of someone snoring met
my ears. I went to bed and slept fitfully. Suddenly I
was aware that someone was in my room and saw it was
Toby. He was dressed just in his soccer shorts, which
were tented out. Toby was climbing into bed with me. I
lay quietly as he got in beside me and then I felt his
hand reach down towards my crotch. I was wearing silky
boxer shorts and his hand caressed them gently. His
hand slipped inside my boxers and touched the soft
exposed head of my prick, which stiffened at his
touch. I lay still pretending to be unaware of his
activity and felt his head lower towards my boxers.
Toby's tongue made contact with my prick head and I
could not pretend any longer. I groaned and reached
for his hard prick. I whispered,

"Sixty-nine, through the material?"

Toby started momentarily but moved round so that he
was in position and we began to work our mouths over
the hard shafts of our pricks. The silky material
scraped and teased against us as the pressure in our
balls built up. I had been quite turned on by the
events and was close to cumming and Toby seemed pretty
close too. Neither of us said a word but the tension
was building and relief close at hand. Suddenly I was
there my spunk jetted out into the material of my
boxers and then onto Toby's tongue. Toby responded
instantly and I felt his prick shudder and hot spurts
of teen cream shot out into the silky shots, my tongue
eagerly lapping it up.

When we had recovered, Toby smiled at me and said,
"Thanks, I needed that! And I think you did too!"

"Yes I did and thank you too", I replied. "But I never
knew you were cut and I never thought you'd be
interested in older man sex,"

Toby looked at me and said that there was a lot I
didn't know about him and then began to tell me. The
first thing I didn't know was that when he was about 9
he had been circumcised because of a problem with his
peeing. His mother had told everyone he was having his
tonsils out, as she was too embarrassed to tell people
he was being circumcised! At school Toby had been
involved in minor wank sessions with boys of his own
age, but his real introduction to sex had come during
his year out. He had been sent to a remote outpost to
help dig wells and create clean water supplies. He,
another lad called Mark and the project manager,
Richard who was in his early forties. The three lived
in a small hut so that there was very little privacy.
One day Toby had been sent to a nearby village while
Mark and Richard stayed behind. Returning early Toby
could not find the other two and went to his darkened
hut. He could smell the tangy odour of cum in the air
as he entered the hut and assumed that mark had been
wanking. However this was not the case. In the back
bedroom Toby could see Mark laying on the bed, his
legs up over his shoulders and Richard laying on top
of him ploughing him with his rampant dick. Neither
noticed Toby who quickly removed his shorts and
entered the room with his own rock hard prick waiving
in front of him. Mark saw Toby and indicated he should
join them, which he did. Mark sucked Toby's prick
while Richard continued to fuck Mark's arse and wank
his cock. The room was almost silent apart from the
slurping sound coming from Mark's sucking lips, the
slapping of Richard's thighs against Mark's arse
cheeks and the sound of Mark's foreskin being pounded
on and off his cock head. Toby came first, pumping his
jizz into Mark's more than willing mouth. Mark had
then shot ropes of teen cum out over his own chest and
stomach and the tightening of his arse muscles had
brought Richard to a climax, shooting his cum deep
into the younger man's bowels. After that date, the
three men enjoyed a full and active threesome whenever
they could. Mark and Toby had returned to England and
gone to University, they still emailed Richard and
each other and met whenever possible.

By now Toby's prick was hard again and I was gently
squeezing and wanking him through his shorts. I said,

"Why didn't you ask Mark down for Christmas?"

"Could you imagine Mum's face if I asked and said I
wanted my boyfriend to come and stay?"

I nodded agreement and Toby pulled my head towards his
prick, rolled down his shorts and I received his
second Christmas present when he shot a second copious
load of creamy teen spunk into my more than welcoming
mouth.

When I left on Boxing Day evening (December 26 to
those who don't celebrate Boxing Day), I told my
sister that I had had a wonderful Christmas, the best
since I got back to England. As I drove away, I saw
Toby give me a sly smile and a wave and I know I won't
have to wait until next Christmas until I see him
again.

If you enjoyed this story please let me know, email me
cutrose40@yahoo.com