— Originally published in Allboy magazine - March, 2000 —

A missed New Year's party, a best friend's son, and it turned out just fine!

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New Year's 2000 was a bust for me. I was supposed to go home to my family in Vermont, but the big snowstorm fucked that up. I couldn't drive, the trains weren't running, and there was no way I could find a flight at that late date.

So, without other plans, I went to a gay bar in Greenwich Village, got drunk, went home with one of those "coyote ugly" guys the way you do at four o'clock in the morning. I don't mean to be nasty, but some guys just shouldn't be gay! On the other hand, there's a lid for every pot as my grandma used to say.

The problem was that the guy just wasn't my type. My type? Well, it's blond, blue-eyed, eighteen years old, with a bubble butt made for eating, an impressive dick for sucking, and that kind of wide-eyed innocence that only comes with youth.

So, it's now a month later and I'm getting ready to go to Vermont for a belated New Year visit with my folks. I am definitely not looking forward to it. But, my mom says we'll have our own private Millennium bash and she'll cook a big turkey and... away we go!

"I thought, since you missed New Year's Eve, that I'd decorate your room so it looks festive," said mother, opening the door to my bedroom in the house where I grew up.

Holy shit! It did look like New Year's. There were balloons on the ceiling, confetti everywhere plus streamers, noise makers, banners — all kinds of stuff. I thanked Mom and told her it was really thoughtful.

"Oh, and you remember the Morrisons? You went to school with him... Jim and his wife Kathy? Well, they're coming to dinner. He called and was anxious to see you after all these years, so, I asked them."

"Oh, Mom!" I whined. "I don't have anything in common with Jim anymore. I haven't seen him for years and we live entirely different lifestyles."

She looked crestfallen. "I just thought, dear, that you might enjoy it."

I felt guilty. "Don't worry about it; it will be fine," I said, patting her head.

About seven o'clock the doorbell rang and I went to answer it.

"Tracy?" this big hulk of a guy with gray hair and a potbelly asked.

"Yep, that's me," I responded. I was not gray and I wasn't fat and I thought I looked real good.

Anyway, he introduced me to the "wife," who was sweet, mousy and tired-looking. Her home perm had definitely been left in her hair too long.

"And this," Jim gestured behind him, "is our son Jeff."

I looked; there was no one there.

"Jeff!" Jim yelled.

"Coming!" a youthful voice responded. "I was getting my coat out of the car." As he stepped into the porch light, my knees went weak. There stood my fantasy! He was blond, sinewy, blue-eyed, full-lipped, and with a grin that would knock your eyes out.

"Hi," I gulped.

"Hi, Mister James." he held out a meaty hand which I grasped tightly.

"Call me Tracy," I said.

Mom made them feel right at home. We had a good time, laughing, remembering high school, talking about his career (he's an electrical engineer out in Canton, Ohio).

The boy, Jeff, was kinda quiet but I kept asking him questions about himself and he responded pleasantly. He was nineteen, had just entered his Freshman year at Ohio State. No, didn't play many sports except track and swimming; no, didn't have a girlfriend; no, didn't have any real future plans. I was intrigued the more I heard about Jeff, and I was also trying not to stare at him every minute. He was gorgeous and coltish and unbelievably sexy-looking as he stretched and moved and smiled.

"Oh, Jeffy wants to move to New York and become a writer," his mother said, "but we don't think that's much of a future..." Pause. "Oh, I'm sorry, Tracy. Your mother says you're a writer...."

"Yep. But for some it ain't much of a future," I responded.

We looked out the window at one point and the snow was falling fiercely!

"Oh, Lordy," Mom said. "It's a regular blizzard out there! Maybe you folks ought to get started for your hotel...."

I got up, opened the door, shut it. "It's a real blizzard!" I said. "I don't think you folks are going anywhere."

Mom immediately went into "mom" mode. "I'll sleep with Dad, and you two can have my room. Jeff can sleep here on the couch...."

"No, I have two beds in my room," I blurted out. "Ya wanna bunk with me?"

"Sure," Jeff smiled. "Whatever."

I couldn't wait to see him stripped to his jockeys. My cock immediately sprang to life at the idea. I had to leave the room with a hand in my pocket.

Trying to be as casual as possible, but with my hands shaking, my mouth dry and my heart beating a mile a minute, we went upstairs.

Jeff was impressed with the decorations. "We oughta get some champagne," he grinned, "and have us a party!"

"I think there's some scotch downstairs, but I'm not sure about the champagne. Are you old enough to drink?"

"I'm old enough to do a lotta things," he smiled at me, and when I looked at him, I saw something in his eyes I hadn't seen before. Was it lust? Naw, that couldn't be. That would be too fucking incredible to be possible. But yet....

I went downstairs and, surprisingly, found a bottle of champagne in the refrigerator. Domestic stuff, but it would do. When I got to my room and walked in, Jeff was lying on one of the beds with his boots and his plaid shirt off and he was watching TV.

"Surprise!" I smiled, holding up the champagne and a couple of glasses.

"Toast!" he said a few minutes later when I'd uncorked the champagne and filled out glasses.

And, a little while later, some chit-chat, and a couple more glasses of the champagne, and I was feeling decidedly more relaxed. So, obviously, was Jeff. He'd taken off his T-shirt and was giggling as he told me some story about him and a friend. Then at one moment, he turned serious.

"C'n I ask you something?" he looked at me.

"Yeah, sure, anything..." I was on my bed, shoes off, down to my T-shirt also. "Did you ever make it with a guy?"

"What?" I spit champagne onto the bed.

"I said," he grinned, "did you ever make it with a guy. You know, have sex with another guy?"

I was flabbergasted. "Geez. Jeff," I stuttered. "I'm not sure we should be having this conversation. "Your dad's my...."

"Best friend," he finished. "Like, did you ever do it with him?"

"No," I lied. Actually, we had "made it" once. We were both drunk and in my pickup out by the reservoir, but it's a long story. Anyway, we only jerked each other off.

"Why are you asking me this. Did someone say...."

"Naw, nobody said nothing. It's just that you're... well, you're not married and you're really good-looking and you're a writer and...."

"And you think that makes me queer?"

"Well, I was kinda' hoping!"

What the fuck? Was I hearing things? Now my heart was pounding really hard, and my palms were sweating, and my cock was playing drums in my pants, and I thought I was having a panic attack.

"Relax," Jeff whispered, and got up and went to lock the door.

He then walked over to me, unbuttoned the fly on his jeans, reached inside and pulled out a perfect eight inches of rock-hard cock.

"I'm gay," he whispered, "and I think you are, too. Wanna suck me?"

I didn't say a word. I just stared at that beautiful cock inches from my face. I was hypnotized by the drop of pearly dew forming at the piss-slit. I was mesmerized by the warm, musty smell of teenage boy cock. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth and, with a moan, he slid his dick between my lips.

"Oh, fuckin' Jeezus!" he moaned as he began face-fucking me, holding my head tenderly in his hands. With each movement, more of his cock went into my mouth and down my open throat, and I reached up and held his ass cheeks.

Then, he pushed my head away, dropped to his knees by the bed, and began sucking and licking the fabric covering my now-rigid monster dick. Oh, I didn't mention that I have ten inches of cock-meat, about as big around as a Vienna sausage can. Next, Jeff was unzipping my fly and drooling all over the front of my Calvin's, getting them soaking wet as he licked me through the fabric.

Jeezus! This kid knew what he was doing!

When he pulled the band of my Jockeys down, the head of my cock was slick with the copious love-juice that was flowing from it. He began lapping it up, licking his lips, taking the head of my big cock into his mouth and then releasing it with a popping noise.

"Like that?" he grinned at me.

"Oh, baby, I fuckin' love it!" I groaned.

And then with the slick pre-cum on his lips and the man-smell of my cock in his breath, he leaned over me and clamped his lips over mine. Shoving his pink tongue into my mouth as far as it would go! I thought I'd faint.

"Undress!" he said as he began stripping off his clothes as fast as he could. I did likewise.

When he lay down on top of me and we began kissing again, he was running his hands all over my body.

"Oh, man, you're so hairy! I love that!"

Yes, I was hairy. I had a lot of body hair, hairy ass, balls, legs, chest, all over. I looked like a dock worker.

Before long, almost all the hair on my body was slick with spit as he proceeded to give me a tongue bath all over, before settling on my cock and trying to take it all down his throat. He couldn't manage it all, but I was so fucking hot I had to stop him, or I'd have given his face a jizz-bath!

"Let me eat your asshole," I growled.

In a second he was ass-up on the bed, jerking himself off while I soaked the downy ass hair on his cheeks and slobbered into his pink asshole. I'd stop occasionally and examine it, pulling the hole open with my fingers and then sticking my tongue in as far as I could. I'd spit into his asshole and then suck my saliva out of that delicious pink boy-pussy — that's what it was.

He just lay there and whimpered and wiggled his gorgeous boy ass, shoving it toward my mouth which was clamped on his puckered hole and sucking and licking and probing with all my might. I stopped for a minute and he kissed me with my face covered in ass-juices and spit. I never wanted it to end.

"Oh, fuck, man, I never want this to end!" Jeff read my thoughts as he began licking my chest and nibbling on my erect nipples. Then, he worked his way down to my cock and began slowly masturbating me, pulling the foreskin back, licking around the crown of my cock-head and then pulling the foreskin over my cock and running his tongue under it. Talk about fucking heaven.

"You wanna fuck me?" he looked up at me with one hand on my cock and the other buried between his own ass cheeks as he diddled his hole.

"Oh, Gawd, I'd give a million dollars to get into that ass!" I said. We were both talking real low. We sure as hell didn't want my folks, down the hall, to hear anything.

"Got any lube?"

"Just spit, baby."

"Oh, fuck, I don't think I can take that monster dick without something."

There was a pause while I put on my bathrobe, went downstairs and slipped a square of margarine into my robe pocket.

"This will make that pretty ass even more edible," I said, producing the margarine.

"Will you eat it out of my ass?"

"No. it's fattening."

"I'll bet you will," he grinned at me while lying on his back with his knees drawn up and finger fucking his butthole while he jerked his dick with the other hand.

He was right. I had to lube his ass about three times with the margarine because he kept pulling my face down and I'd lick all the butter off his butt.

"Gimme that," he instructed me and I handed him the stick of margarine.

He took it in his fist like a dildo and then shoved about half of it up his ass, then he pulled it out.

"Now, fuck me, please." He said, lifting his knees up to his shoulders and exposing that buttered butthole to me.

My huge cock aimed at the hole, which closed tightly as I probed it, and then, began slowly easing open as I pressed my cock-head against his rosebud of an ass. Soon, the head popped in, and then with a moan, he grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me toward him, burying all ten inches right to my hairy balls."

"Now fuck me!" he hissed between clenched teeth as I began pounding his boy-cunt with my ass-plunderer. I'm sure the bed groaned with our fucking, I'm sure the springs squeaked; I'm sure our moans and cried echoed down the hall; but I didn't give a fuck! I was fucking the boy of my dreams and nobody was going to stop me unless they had a .45 with a bullet in the chamber.

He pulled my face to his and sucked my tongue as I rammed his ass. His free hand was flying on his cock, and we were a blur of motion. I had to stop. I didn't want to shoot yet. So, I began pulling my cock all the way out, poising it at his butthole and then plunging back in as he grunted with each thrust.

"Yeah, that's great. Keep doin' it," he whispered as he beat his cock.

Melted margarine was running down his ass crack, and I stopped and licked it up before sliding my cock back in. Then, knowing I couldn't hold out much longer, I began rapid strokes. He moaned, beat his meat, twisted my nipples, tugged at my chest hair and kept saying, "More, more, more!"

"I'm gonna cum! Oh, fuck, I'm gonna shoot my wad!" he groaned. "Oh, you're making me cum with your big cock!"

I shoved his hand away and bent down so I could reach his cock with my mouth, and a geyser of hot cum shot into my mouth, then another, then another. I swallowed and felt my own volcano erupting. With a moan, I unloaded my fuck wad deep into his assguts and with the first spurt, he said, "Yeah, I can feel it. I can feel your fucking cum! Oh, man...."

And then we collapsed.

I was covered with sweat, cum, margarine, ass-juices, you name it. I was in heaven.

I watched, fascinated, as some of my jizz oozed from Jeff's love-hole and onto the sheets. I toyed with the cum that had slipped from my mouth onto his belly. We lay there silently.

Finally, he opened his eyes, looked over at me like a fallen angel, and said, "Happy fuckin' Y-2-K, mister!"

"And the same to you, kid," I grinned back.

The snow lasted all day. We were snowbound for three more days. We were all one big, happy family. I was so fucking ecstatic that nothing could have bothered me.

"I think it's so great that you and my son hit it off," Jim told me.

"Yeah, it reminds me of my roomie days in college. He's a great kid," I told his father.

"You know, he's determined to move to New York this summer and go to school there," Jim said. "But it's so damned expensive living in the city. I was just wondering...."

"If he could stay with me for awhile?" I finished his sentence.

"I know it's a big imposition, but he'd be able to pay some rent...."

"Forget about it. He can be my roomie for as long as he likes. Let's ask him if he's interested...."

"Actually, he's the one who suggested it to me," Jim said.

The little sneak! I wished he was there so I could kiss him... all over!

Happy Y-2-K!
 

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