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Story: Twelve Days of Christmas
I pump his cock and watch in wonder as he writhes and arches, and moans and begs.
And then I turn the vibrator on.
His entire body convulses, his hips leave the bed and his head pushes back, exposing his corded neck. His mouth is open in a silent scream, and I watch as his cock spills violently onto his stomach.
Oh my, fucking God.
There is nothing more spectacular than watching him cum.
And there is nothing that turns me on more.
I lean over him, take both our cocks in my hand and using his cum as a lube, I pump us both. He’s still hard and throbbing, twitching in my hand and he’s almost convulsing underneath me.
I press my hips harder into his and pump harder, harder, harder. When he groans long and low, my balls tighten and with an almost painful surge, my cock empties between us.
It takes a while before either of us can speak.
It was the fifth day of Christmas three more times that day.
DECEMBER 19TH
ON THE SIXTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS…
Monday mornings are filledwith planning meetings, progress meetings and team meetings. I barely even have time for lunch.
I ask Rachel to grab me a sandwich I can eat at my desk, and imply she’d be most kind if she could put this – I hold up a neatly wrapped box – on Cameron’s desk.
She grins and skips into his empty office, placing the present, no doubt, perfectly positioned on his desk.
I get lost in product design and phone calls, and I don’t see Cameron walk into his office.
I turn to see him through the glass walls, sitting at his desk holding his already unwrapped gift in his hand.
He looks up at me and grins. I can see his eyebrows lift mischievously, and I chuckle. I then have to explain to the set designer I’m talking to on the phone, that I wasn’t laughing at him.
I watch Cameron as he wraps the expensive gold silk tie around his wrist, holding it up to show me.
Smiling, I shake my head telling him no.
He pouts, and this time I cover the phone when I chuckle.
Then Cameron slips it around his neck, and I nod yes.
He knows it’s expensive. He knows quality when he sees it.
He pulls it from around his neck and gently folds it, placing it back in the box. Then he looks at me through the glass walls and smiles, suddenly shy.
It’s then I notice Rachel is standing in my office watching our silent conversation, and Cameron’s embarrassed.
She giggles at me, and I grin at her.
“You’re so in love,” she says, sighing dramatically.
Yes.
Yes, I am.
DECEMBER 20TH
And then I turn the vibrator on.
His entire body convulses, his hips leave the bed and his head pushes back, exposing his corded neck. His mouth is open in a silent scream, and I watch as his cock spills violently onto his stomach.
Oh my, fucking God.
There is nothing more spectacular than watching him cum.
And there is nothing that turns me on more.
I lean over him, take both our cocks in my hand and using his cum as a lube, I pump us both. He’s still hard and throbbing, twitching in my hand and he’s almost convulsing underneath me.
I press my hips harder into his and pump harder, harder, harder. When he groans long and low, my balls tighten and with an almost painful surge, my cock empties between us.
It takes a while before either of us can speak.
It was the fifth day of Christmas three more times that day.
DECEMBER 19TH
ON THE SIXTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS…
Monday mornings are filledwith planning meetings, progress meetings and team meetings. I barely even have time for lunch.
I ask Rachel to grab me a sandwich I can eat at my desk, and imply she’d be most kind if she could put this – I hold up a neatly wrapped box – on Cameron’s desk.
She grins and skips into his empty office, placing the present, no doubt, perfectly positioned on his desk.
I get lost in product design and phone calls, and I don’t see Cameron walk into his office.
I turn to see him through the glass walls, sitting at his desk holding his already unwrapped gift in his hand.
He looks up at me and grins. I can see his eyebrows lift mischievously, and I chuckle. I then have to explain to the set designer I’m talking to on the phone, that I wasn’t laughing at him.
I watch Cameron as he wraps the expensive gold silk tie around his wrist, holding it up to show me.
Smiling, I shake my head telling him no.
He pouts, and this time I cover the phone when I chuckle.
Then Cameron slips it around his neck, and I nod yes.
He knows it’s expensive. He knows quality when he sees it.
He pulls it from around his neck and gently folds it, placing it back in the box. Then he looks at me through the glass walls and smiles, suddenly shy.
It’s then I notice Rachel is standing in my office watching our silent conversation, and Cameron’s embarrassed.
She giggles at me, and I grin at her.
“You’re so in love,” she says, sighing dramatically.
Yes.
Yes, I am.
DECEMBER 20TH