Cumming Home For Christmas

Dan Saxon pounds the pavement on a jog through his hometown of Calistoga, sweat beading on his skin under the crisp air. He collides with DeAngelo Jackson, his high school boyfriend, eyes locking for a heartbeat that stirs ghosts of old flames. But Dan bolts instead, legs churning until he bursts through his brother's door, breath ragged. He flops onto the couch, thumbing open a dating app, desperate for a serious distraction—something thick and urgent to drown out the past. Fate smiles wickedly. Cole Connor, the neighborhood hunk with a body carved from desire, lives mere hundreds of feet away. He messages back fast, eager to cross the threshold and drop to his knees. Cole's mouth engulfs Dan's uncut cock, sucking with a hunger that pulls moans from deep in Dan's chest. Gratitude surges through Dan; he flips Cole around, spreads those firm cheeks, and dives in tongue-first, rimming the stranger's hairy hole until it's slick and begging. Dan thrusts his uncut length inside, stuffing Cole full, their bodies slapping in raw rhythm. Mere steps from the family Christmas tree, twinkling lights casting festive shadows, Cole seizes control. He barebacks Dan hard, mounting those thick cheeks with a growl, pounding deep and relentless. The air thickens with their heat, the holiday glow mocking the sin. Dan craves his own taste of indulgence now. He sinks down, lips wrapping around Cole's pulsing shaft, blowing him with fervor as hot cum floods his mouth—salty, fresh, a holiday indulgence swallowed whole. Then Dan climbs atop, riding Cole until release crashes over him. He unloads ropes of cum across the hookup's face, marking him in glistening triumph, the scent of sex lingering like forbidden tinsel.