Page 6 of His Secret Santa
The stripper faced him and straddled his lap, gripping the back of the chair on either side of his head as he rocked his ass against Holden’s crotch.
Oh God!
The young man’s chest was only an inch or two from Holden’s face. His eyes locked on the tattoo; an army hat, combat boots, and rifle with initials and a date along with a short inscription, ‘Gone—Never Forgotten’. Even amidst his seduction, Holden was struck with emotion by the personal feel of the tattoo. A commemoration of a lost loved one?
All thoughts of the tattoo disintegrated when the stripper buried his face in Holden’s neck; kissing, licking, and sucking his tender skin.
“Uh!” Holden gasped, clutching the edges of the chair as the dancer began grinding his ass on his hard crotch. The stripper’s cock was a steel rod in his G-string, mercilessly massaging Holden’s erection. “Oh, my God…”
“Touch me,” the young man moaned against the base of his throat. His hands slipped beneath Holden’s shirt, rubbing his chest and stomach.
Holden went light in the head and tentatively touched the stripper’s hot, slick body… then gripped him harder, his fingers slipping against his scalding, oiled skin. Moans and whimpers escaped them both. Holden realized he was clenching the stripper’s hips, his fingertips tangled in the thin straps of his G-string as he pulled the young man urgently against him and lifting to his blunt thrusts.
Oh God—please fuck me! The thought shot through Holden’s head so sharp and sudden, like a violent spasm through his body. As much as he’d longed to be free, he had never been eager to rush into sex. He wanted his first time to be with someone special. In his fantasies, it was the quarterback. But that would never happen in real life. Still, he’d been in no hurry to lose his virginity.
Until now.
Right now, he wanted nothing more than to give it up to this sexy, hot-as-fuck stripper. Even in his sex-hazed state of mind, he understood that he was just having a powerfully physical reaction to the young man, and he only wanted to fuck because the stripper had him so jacked up—not because he was actually ready to take that step.
Still, he couldn’t stop wanting it as his system short circuited.
Panting heavily, the stripper peeled off Holden’s shirt and devoured his chest, sucking and biting his nipples which instantly pebbled in the young man’s hot mouth. Every nip of his teeth sent an electric shot straight to Holden’s cock until he was sure it would burst through the seams of his jeans.
“Uh… uuhh…” Holden trembled and whimpered, sucking deep gulps of air.
The stripper slid slowly down his body, dragging his soft, wet lips across Holden’s quivering stomach. He dropped to his knees between Holden’s legs, kissing his belly button, dipping his tongue into the tiny reservoir, making his stomach muscles jump and tremble harder.
Holden shivered from head to toe when the young dancer unfastened his pants.
Oh God… oh God…
His chest heaved as he watched the stripper slip his fingertips beneath the band of his shorts and drag them down, releasing Holden’s raging hard-on, wrapping it in his fist… stroking.
“Uh!” Holden hardly had time to catch his breath before the dancer swallowed his throbbing shaft, pumping his hot, wet mouth up and down his swollen member.
Holden cried out and grabbed the stripper’s head, his fingers gouging the leather mask. His eyes rolled back a bit as he lifted his hips, thrusting desperately. The dancer moaned around his cock, vibrating his hard shaft, squeezing his flesh with his whole mouth as he sucked with mind-blowing strength.
“Oh God! Oh God-oh fuck-fuck!” Holden choked on his cries and gasps as his orgasm surged toward the surface. “I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum…”
The stripper slipped his arms around Holden’s body, hands pressed flat and firm against his back, and sucked him harder, then abruptly pulled off him and pumped him with his fist until Holden cried out loud and came all over himself, splattering his juices up his stomach and chest.
“Oh, my God….” He shuddered, his member twitching in the stripper’s hand as he squeezed out a few final drops then licked them off the tip of his dick. “Huh!” Holden gasped weakly when the young man sucked his deflated cock then released him and began licking the cum from his skin.
Is this really happening?
The dancer licked his way up to Holden’s throat, to his jaw, then found his mouth. His tongue slipped between Holden’s trembling lips, and they kissed long and deep. He tasted himself on the stripper’s tongue, the flavor stimulating his senses. He moaned and gripped the young man’s waist, his skin scalding to the touch. The dancer pressed his hard crotch against him, still fully erect. Holden whimpered and slipped his hand between them, massaging the stripper’s pulsing cock through the G-string.
“Uuhhh…” the stripper moaned into his mouth, started to push into Holden’s hand, then instead, withdrew and stood on shaky legs. He turned his back and took a couple of deep breaths, then cleared his throat and faced Holden. “Did you, uh…” He exhaled unsteadily. “… enjoy your secret Santa, birthday gift?”
Holden gazed up at him through hazy eyes, his flaccid member resting against his lower stomach, leaking a few last remnants of cum. “The best Christmas-slash-birthday gift I’ve ever got.”
The young man stared at him for a long moment. “But not what you really wanted.”
“What?”
“I overheard mention of a… quarterback?”
Holden closed his eyes and smiled. “He’s just a fantasy. Nothing more. No Christmas miracle could bring that fantasy to life.” He tucked himself back into his pants then sat forward and gazed up at the young stripper. “This, tonight…” He let out a deep, shaky breath. “This was an experience I needed, more than I knew. I’ve never felt so alive and… and free in my entire life. At home, at school, I can’t be… me. I make my family uncomfortable and in school… the other kids hate on me.” He stood slowly, his legs trembling, and stepped closer to the stripper. “You made all that go away for a while.” He touched his face and kissed his mouth. “Thank you… for just letting me be me.”