The festive reason has reminded me of one enjoyable encounter.

It was Christmas eve, the shops were starting to wind down and I was dropping a few last-minute purchases into the boot when I realised that a “buddy” only lived a 5-minute walk from the car park I was in. We’d met online a few months earlier and hooked up once or twice, and quite enjoyably.

I sent him a text asking if he was up to anything.  The answer came through within a few moments, “Bored at home, wanna pop in?”  I replied that I’d be there in a few.

Minutes later, my friend answered the door in a fluffy dressing gown with a glass of something in hand.  “Come on in!” I stepped in, he offered me a glass, and we sat by his fire and chatted while I warmed up.

Before long he asked if I wanted to go upstairs to play, and I agreed enthusiastically. On the way up, despite the cold weather, I was actually feeling a bit hot and sweaty under my warm winter clothes so as we climbed the stairs, I asked if he’d mind if I had a quick shower.  “Of course! Mind if I watch?”

I had no objections; I find it quite a turn in to be watched at times! So, while I shed my clothes in the bedroom, he turned on the shower in his ensuite.

As I stepped into the jet of hot water, he took a sip and leaned against the bathroom basin, watching intently.  His gaze had a marked effect!  I stepped out after making sure that everything was clean and fresh and he came up to me with a towel and offered to help.  Strangely, he paid most of his drying attention to below my waist! As much as I was enjoying what he was doing, I grabbed the towel from him to finish off the bits that were still wet!

With that out of the way he grabbed my now quite erect penis and used it to lead me back into the bedroom where he sat me on the bed, stood right in front of me and shrugged off his bathrobe, which fell at his feet to reveal a delightfully erect cock pointing right at me.  What else could I do? I reached up to cup his balls with one hand and grasp his shaft with the other. The hand on his cock slowly and gently eased towards the base to reveal a glistening tip as the foreskin slid back. There was an enticing dribble of precum at his eye. Slowly, and very deliberately, I leaned forward to lick the drop from the end of his cock before taking the whole head into my mouth.  Running my tongue over and around the head and eye, I reached back to put a hand over each of his butt cheeks to pull him a little deeper into my mouth.  I heard a few appreciative gasps and grunts as my lips and tongue worked hungrily on his growing member.  I do love the feel of a cock getting harder in my mouth. 

I was really enjoying myself and my penis getting even harder when he pulled away and asked if I really wanted him to come in my mouth.  I said that I wouldn’t mind at all but he countered with, “If you don’t mind, I really want to come in your arse.”
“That will be nice too!” I replied. 

At this point, he stepped back slightly, pushed me back to lie on the bed and knelt between my legs and proceeded to return the oral favour by first licking my own precum and then taking me into his mouth and sucking really hard before returning to a gentler lip-and-tongue massage! It felt amazing, and I hard to work at not shooting my load.

Now this particular friend had an unusual preference, and one that I really quite enjoyed, he liked lots and lots, and I do mean 'lots', of lube.  As I lay there in the ecstasy of his mouth working its magic on my cock, I glanced down to see his head bobbing gently up and down and there, in this hand, was a lube tube.  Where he got it from, I’ll never know, but it was an indicator of where we were going, and the anticipation intensified the effect he was having on me.

 Just as I was about to tell him to stop before I came too early, he sat up, placed his hands beneath my knees and lifted my legs and arse up in the air.  “Hold on a moment” I said, as I tried to shuffle back further onto the bed to get more comfortable. Then his hands were under my cheeks, pulling them apart and lifting me up.  Before I really knew what was happening, his tongue was doing a deep dive into my hole and I was in heaven.  This was phase one of the lube process.

Was it ten seconds or ten minutes? I have no idea, but it ended way too soon. The next thing I heard was the farty squirt of lube and a hand applying it to my nether regions, that familiar cool feeling as a hand works it into and around the anus is a huge turn on. Then another squirt and more was applied.  Now a finger works its way in and spreads the lube around internally.  A final squirt and multiple fingers are inside me.
As he finishes off with a single finger slowly and gently pushing in and out of me, “Feeling ready?” he asks.  “Just one thing” I reply as I sit up quickly, grab the lube bottle from him and squirt a little onto my own hand.  Before applying it to his cock, I take it back in my mouth for a quick hard suck and another taste of his salty precum. Then I massage the extra lube onto his now even harder member, paying particular attention to the gland. Once it was nicely coated, I lay back, opened my legs and waited.

Putting his hands under my buttocks he lifted me up and guided me onto that lovely erection that has been in my mouth just moments before. Now the thing about his cock is that it wasn’t enormous, it was a lovely shape and tasted great, and with all that lube between us, he slid in with incredible ease. In fact, his cock was the perfect size for me.  No pain, all pleasure. After a few slow and gentle thrusts, going deeper and deeper each time, he eased my legs onto his shoulders and between us we found a rhythm that was neither hard nor fast, just amazingly sensual. He varied the pace, slowing down for long slow strokes and then short and fast. Once or twice he pulled all the way out and slid back in again.  At one point he pulled out all the way, waited a beat and then pushed in again. He did that several times in a row so that I could feel him entering me over, and over again. It was wonderful. 

Suddenly, he started to change his pace and pattern of moves, he was breathing more heavily and moving more intently.  I could tell he was getting close, and my own cock was straining with the intensity of the erotic sensations so I reached down and began to stroke myself, hoping we might come at the same time.

As I wanked myself in time with his rapidly increasing pace I could tell that we were both close, “Yes, let it go” he said. “Almost there” I replied. I didn’t really want to come just yet because I was enjoying the smooth sensation of being fucked but I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer.

A few seconds later, I exploded.  It was a veritable fountain of sperm, the first spurt flew up level with his face, the second hit his chest, “Good man!” he said as subsequent spurts got slightly lower.  Now my own orgasm had a significant effect on him too, not just the sight of me coming, but physically, I felt my anus tighten around his cock. As my hips bucked with my intense pleasure, the result was to bring on his own orgasm and he thrust harder into me releasing his own jets of semen deep into me.  That was the moment when I realised that we hadn’t used a condom. It was the first time a man had come inside me without one which meant it was the first time I had ever felt that slightly warming sensation of having all that come injected into me.  Despite the mild background worry, I was fairly confident in him and really enjoyed that first time.  His last thrust coincided with my final, well the last one wasn’t so much a spurt, but a dribble of come that ran down my shaft. Despite the now stillness, we both stayed where we were, taking a moment to breathe as we smiled at each other.  Still inside me, I could feel his hardness ebbing away, as I felt my own penis begin to relax in my hand.

He gently eased me back down on the bed and then cheekily bobbed down to take my now soft cock in his mouth to steal a taste of my come from the tip.  That sent a secondary mini orgasm through my body, which made him hold me down, despite my attempts to stop him, he sucked even harder which prompted one last little ejaculation of come into his mouth before I fell back on the bed and pulled away – as much as I liked it, I literally couldn’t take any more.

He grinned and sat up, held out a hand to pull me up and suggested we shower again to clean up.  It took me a few moments to gather myself and I followed him back into the bathroom to shower together. We were both pretty knackered by then but enjoyed soaping and stroking each other down. For some reason he particularly enjoyed soaping down my rear end, which involved the occasional finger slipping inside me again. That was very much a sensual rather than an erotic pleasure.

As we dried off after the shower, he pulled me towards him, held onto my cock and kissed me with a tongue deep in my mouth, “Merry Christmas” he said, “that was my best present so far”.

“Mine too, here’s another” I got down on my knees and took his flaccid penis back into my mouth and was rewarded with the feel of his erection returning, so I sucked harder and kept going.  He must have recovered quickly because within a couple of minutes, though it could have been longer, his hips were thrusting forward and back, and he was fucking my mouth. I saw his hand holding onto the basin for support, then a grunt, a thrust and I could taste a small amount of come flooding my mouth. As it was his second in a fairly short time, there wasn’t more than two or three jets of it but I swallowed them all greedily before grabbing a corner or his towel to give his now very soft cock a little wipe.

Back in his room, we both dressed and thanked each other for the impromptu but much needed distraction from Christmas.

“Next time, you’re coming in my mouth” he said as I headed for the door to leave.
“I’ll look forward to that, I’ll text you in the new year”

As I walked back to the car, I couldn’t help noticing that, having been well and truly fucked, there was no residual pain as had often been the case before, just a warm feeling of pleasure around my behind. I realised that there was merit in his enthusiasm for lots of lube.

Back at the car, I found I’d been ticketed for overstaying my time in the car park, a bit mean for the final hours or Christmas eve I thought, but well worth it!

I drove home with a whole new sense of warm, Christmas cheer!