J&D: Nick cums to stay

It was early November, and as with every year, Doug and Jack were arguing, playfully, about whether Christmas decorations go up before Thanksgiving or after.  Doug knew he’d win; he always did when it came to Christmas.  It was his thing; he loved everything about it. But each year, they had the same argument. Jack wanted to wait until after Thanksgiving to decorate but, come November 1^st, Doug was ready to go. 

It was never a heated argument, and Jack knew the decorations were going up, but he still put up a fight, mostly for the makeup sex. And this year was no different. It was November 9^th, when Doug started to bring bins down from the attic, while Jack stood at the bottom of the stairs and glowered.  Putting on his sternest face to show his disapproval.

It was the third trip, carrying down a storage bin of decorations, that did Doug in; he managed to trip on his own feet, and he tumbled down the last few steps, the bin spilling across the foyer.  Jack was at his side in a moment, he was struggling to hide the laughter while he helped Doug to his feet.

“See, now, you’re rushing to get things down, instead of taking your time and you nearly kill your damn self.” Jack dusted Doug off and then bent to pick up the spilled ornaments. This bin had been filled with vintage wooden and tin pieces, that were now spread across the foyer.  Jack could see a biplane, a small copper lantern, a few wooden Santas and other pieces that had spilled across the floor. He was bent over with several pieces in hand when Doug slapped his ass.

“Hey, now,” Jack cried as he stood up, the pieces he’d collected dropping back to the floor.

“That’s for laughing at me,” Doug offered. 

Jack turned, stepped up to Doug.  He leaned up and kissed him.  “Did I hurt your feelings, more than your ass hitting the floor,” he whispered as he pulled away from the kiss.

“You bastard, I’ll hurt your ass.” Doug snarled and pushed them into the living room, where they knocked against the two other bins Doug had placed, knocking them over and spilling their contents. Wrapped around each other, they crashed down onto the sofa, locked in a deep kiss. The sofa shifted under them, and they ended up sliding to the floor.  They didn’t seem to notice but they continued pulling clothes off each other. Naked they rolled into the coffee table, which halted their spin.  Doug moved down, working his way down Jack’s body.  He sucked Jack’s cock into his mouth, relishing the big head as it pushed into his throat. 

Jack moaned, happily, and placed his hands on Doug’s head, guiding and holding him in place.  Doug needed neither as he worked his tongue around the swollen head, causing Jack to moan louder.

Pulling off Jack’s cock, Doug worked his way back up Jack’s body, kissing and licking as he went.   Reaching Jack’s lips, he locked his own onto them and split them with his tongue. He reached down and lifted Jack’s left leg, then his right, up onto his own back.  Positioned now, he pushed his cock into Jack’s ass.

“Woah,” Jacked cried out, “You’re not going in dry.”

“I’m not dry,” Doug said then leaned back and pushed forward. Jack howled and Doug’s head pierced his ass. Doug paused, looked down into Jack’s eyes. He could see the strain on Jack’s face, and he paused.  Doug leaned down and kissed Jack again, then pulled back and watched Jack’s face to catch that moment that resistance becomes acceptance. It took almost two minutes of paired breathing before Doug saw that moment.  And when he did, he pushed forward, his cock sinking slowly into Jack’s ass.  He bottomed out, feeling his balls rest against Jack’s ass.

He paused again and rested with his cock buried in Jack.  He reached up with his hands and placed one on either side of Jack’s chest, lifting his body.  From that angle, he looked down and then slowly pulled his cock our of Jack’s ass. He withdrew until just the head remained in Jack, then just as slowly pushed forward again.  Jack bucked up trying to encourage Doug to move faster.

“Fuck me,” he moaned.  Doug moved a bit faster, moving down as Jack bucked up, but still taking his time.  With each down stroke, Doug sped up until he was slamming into Jack.  As their bodies slapped together, the clap of flesh on flesh echoed through the living room.  Jack reached down and stroked his rock-hard cock.  Doug’s cock always hit him in the right spot when he was on his back. He stroked feverishly, knowing he wasn’t going to last long, and Doug was right there with him. Jack’s breath came in gasps as he neared his own orgasm.

Doug worked harder, driving his cock into Jack, feeding his need. He felt his load rising but he wanted to see Jack cum before he let his own load go.  Jack was in his own world, lost in the sensation in his ass and the sensitivity of his cock head as his hand pumped against it.

He couldn’t hold it and didn’t even try, his load shot up and across his belly.  And Doug watched each pulse paint Jack then emptied his own load into Jack’s ass, he groaned with relief. Then his arms gave out and he collapsed down on top of Jack. And for some odd reason the smell of cocoa and peppermint filled the room.  Doug leaned up, sniffed and was just about to ask Jack if he smelled it but, just then there was a loud crash from the foyer and then some very chaste cursing.

“Gosh, darn it,” “Oh my” they heard, “no, no, no”

Doug jumped up and turned to the foyer, Jack popped up to his feet as well and followed Doug to the front of the house.  There was Nick, trying to pick himself up off the floor.  He was dressed in a red sweater, and grey slacks, with his classic black boots.

“Nick?” Jack asked, “Are you ok?” They both helped him to his feet.

Nick had managed to trip over the spilled box of ornaments and tumbled to the floor.  As the guys helped him up, he dusted off his clothes and then looked them both up and down.

“Yes, yes, I’m fine and it looks like I may have interrupted something.”

It was only then the guys realized that they were both naked and, in Jack’s case, covered in cum.

They’d been lovers before, so they weren’t that embarrassed, still Jack excused himself to go clean himself up, while Doug led Nick into the living room and picked up their clothes.  He pulled his on and laid Jack’s on the arm of the sofa for his return. 

Doug fussed over Nick and offered him some tea or hot chocolate.

“Hot chocolate would be nice. Thank you, Doug,” he replied.

Doug stepped through to the kitchen to make a cup for Nick, with Nick following as they continued talking.

“What brings you this far south, so close to Christmas,” Doug asked.

He set a small pot on a burner and added milk; then as it began to heat, he whisked in cocoa and left it to simmer. He picked out mugs from the cupboard, all the while noticing that Nick hadn’t spoken yet.  The silence was becoming awkward. Doug didn’t force the conversation, he felt it was better to let Nick speak at his own pace, so he busied himself with prepping the hot chocolate. He dug in their snack drawer for a bag of miniature marshmallows, then stirred the cocoa again.

Steam was rising from it, so he shut off the heat and poured out three mugs, sprinkled the marshmallows on each one and then handed one to Nick and a second to Jack, who had just walked into the kitchen, cleaned and dressed again.

As Doug leaned on the counter and Jack took the stool beside Nick, Nick picked up his mug and inhaled the aroma.

“I’m worried,” he began, “the world is changing, and I can feel the change.  There are fewer believers, fewer children with hope. I needed to come south to see for myself, to see if there is anything that I can actually do to improve things.”

“What can you do, though,” Jacked asked.

“I’m not sure, honestly, but I’m hoping if I can stay here, in the real world, it will give me some ideas. Ideas of things that I can do or that my team can do, or that my worldly helpers can do to bring those joys back.” He sipped his cocoa and sighed.

“Do you want to stay with us?” Doug asked.

“Thank you for offering, I was hoping that you would.” Nick replied and set his mug down on the counter.  “For now, I believe you were decorating, let me help with that.” And he rubbed his nose.

They made their way back to the living room to find it completely decorated. Soft white tones, reds, greens, all of Doug’s vintage pieces on their own little tree, another full-sized tree in the corner, stockings hung by the fireplace, looking out to the foyer they could see more and as they moved from room to room, they found the place looking like a model show home for how to decorate for Christmas. Everything was perfect and though there was a lot of it, it didn’t look like it was too much.

There was a small tree on the console table in the foyer, two more in the formal dining room, tall and narrow to fit in the corners, lights and decorations were everywhere. Doug couldn’t get enough, he wandered from room to room, touching, admiring.  Nick and Jack trailed behind and just watched his joy.

They ended up back in the living room, and the three of them sat on the sofa with Nick in the middle of the two men. 

“Well,” Nick began, “I believe I interrupted something else when I arrived,” and as he said this, he laid a hand on each of Jack and Doug’s lap, caressing their thighs, allowing his hand to slowly slide up towards their crotches.  Jack was hard already as Nick leaned his way and kissed him, then leaned the other way to kiss Doug.

As Nick was kissing Doug, Jack leaned down and began to suck on the outline of Nick’s cock, through his slacks.  Cotton, tonight, not red velvet. Nick’s cock was already hard and as Jack tried to suck it through the pants, he worked to undue Nick’s belt and the button holding the pants closed.  Finally, he had the pants open, and pulled them down, reluctant to let go of his prize but knowing the thick uncut cock would be in his mouth in moment, he pulled off and pulled down. As Jack managed to free his cock, Nick stood up, pulling Doug with him.

Nick stood, pants bundled around his ankles, still locked in a kiss with Doug, as Jack engulfed the thick uncut slab of meat, which was just as good as he remembered.

Doug pulled away from the kiss with Nick, and suggested, “Why don’t we move upstairs?”

He helped Jack pull Nick’s pants and boots off then led both men upstairs to their room and the king-sized bed.  They all shed their remaining clothes and flopped onto the bed.  Jack dove back onto Nick’s cock.  Nick took Doug’s 6.5 inches into his throat and Doug suckled on Jack’s thick head.  They room was silent except for the wet sound of cocks sliding in and out of mouths, and the groans of each man.

Jack lifted his hands up to caress Nick’s furry belly and to tweak his nipples.  His mouth was driving Nick crazy, and Nick could already feel himself ready to cum.  Doug was also feeling that same need rise in himself as well. The moaning grew more intense and as the three of them grew closer to orgasm.

Nick pulled Jack off his cock, though, before he could cum in Jack’s mouth.

“I want to fuck you, it’s been too long, and I want to be inside you when I cum,” he said.

Jack jumped up and got on all fours, but Nick had other ideas and flipped him onto his back, pulling him to the edge of the bed. He reached for the lube he saw on the bedside table and applied it liberally to his own cock and fingered a dollop into Jack’s ass.  Doug for his part moved around the bed and, straddling Jack’s head, fed Jack his own cock while Nick got him ready to be fucked.

Nick positioned his cock at Jack’s hole and pushed in slowly, Jack opened for him readily and Nick slid in balls deep.  He rested there and watched as Doug fed Jack a throatful of cock.  Then he began to fuck Jack, with long slow strokes to start, pulling out nearly all the way before moving back in.  With each stroke his pace increased.  Jack’s moaning was vibrating his throat around Doug’s cock, and it made him want to cum and fill that throat with his load.  But he wanted to wait for Nick to be ready to cum as well. He tried hard to hold off his own load, pulled out and slapped Jack’s face with his cock, dropped his balls into Jack’s mouth and then his ass on Jack’s tongue.

Nick was pounding hard now, his cock gliding smoothly into Jack’s ass. Jack was beating his own cock, wanting to cum with his men, almost ready himself.  Doug couldn’t take it anymore and shoved his cock back into Jack’s mouth, and his balls emptied, the first jets going right down Jack’s throat. Then filling Jack’s mouth.  Jack exploded then, his load covering his hairless belly, as his balls contracted and nearly disappeared into his body.

Nick watched them both cum and that was all the trigger he needed. He emptied his balls into Jack’s ass.  Cum drizzling out along his shaft as he pumped into Jack. 

They all collapsed in a heap after that.  Nick massaged Jack’s belly, rubbing the cum into his skin, like a moisturizing cream.  They all drifted off after that. 

The next thing that Jack knew it was morning.  He could smell bacon cooking, and he thought he smelled pancakes.  He rolled over and found a warm body beside him. He sat up, confused and saw Doug still asleep beside him.

Then who..? he thought to himself and jumped out of bed, naked he headed down to the kitchen, to find a naked Nick cooking up a storm.  Scrambled eggs, bacon, pancakes, what smelled like fresh baked bread, fruit (that Jack knew they didn’t have in the house). And coffee: over it all the smell of rich fragrant coffee filled the air.

“Well good morning, Jack,” Nick said and laughed in the Santa way that we all know.

“Nick, It wasn’t just a dream?” Jack stated the obvious, “You’re really here.”

“Well, of course I am. Now go get cleaned up and wake up Doug, breakfast will be ready soon.” Nick shooed him out of the kitchen.

Jack headed back upstairs and kissed Doug awake. Doug pulled him back onto the bead but the warm smell coming from downstairs, halted him.

“Oh, you fixed breakfast,” Doug says around a yawn.

“No, that was Nick.” Jack replied and headed into the bathroom, he took a quick 5-minute shower to rinse the dried cum off himself and then brushed his teeth, while Doug took care of his morning bladder.  Doug washed his face and brushed his teeth as well. Together, and still naked, they headed downstairs to find Nick filling the table in the dining room with so much food, a platoon of hungry soldiers couldn’t finish it.

They talked about Nick’s plans, what he needed to do down here. But mostly they ate. And before too long the table was empty of food.  Both Jack and Doug were amazed that the three of them had managed to eat it all and were even more surprised to find that they didn’t feel bloated or overly full.  And when they were done, they insisted that Nick let them clean up, since he had cooked.  Nick helped, nonetheless.

They carried dishes to the sink, filled the dishwasher, tidied the kitchen in general and as they moved around, their naked bodies inevitably brushed against each other. Soon Jack and Nick were sprouting hardons, and Doug was sporting a rising semi.

Nick lifted Jack up onto the counter and leaned down to suck on his cock.  Doug came up beside them and kissed Jack while Nick rode him with his mouth.  Doug pulled out of the kiss, he moved behind Nick and began to rim Nick.  While his was busy rimming, he was fondling Nick’s balls and pulling the erect cock back between Nick’s legs to suck on it.  Nick groaned into or onto Jack’s cock. 

Doug abandoned the cock and drove his tongue into Nick, he kept up the pressure on Nick’s ass for a few minutes, then stood and pushed his cock in, where his tongue had been moments before.  His cock slid in easily and he rode Nick’s ass balls deep from the beginning.  Nick, for his part, kept up the work on Jack’s cock, milking and running his hand along the shaft following his mouth up and down.

Jack was getting very close to cumming and he moaned out that he needed to shoot.  Nick pulled off and jerked the last few strokes before Jack exploded. His load hitting Nick in the lower chin and covering his white beard with white cum.

Doug had picked up his pace and was quite close to unloading, himself. He placed a hand on either side of Nick’s hips and plowed into Nick’s ass until he started to cum. He plunged deep into Nick’s ass and held himself there as his balls drained into Nick’s ass.

Jack slid off the counter and knelt in front of Nick, while Doug slowly pulled his cock out of Nick’s ass.  Nick stood up then and turned slightly, grabbing Doug and pulling him around and pushing down, so that Doug and Jack were kneeling in front of him. He stroked his thick cock then and it didn’t take him long before he was shooting his load on both of their faces. 

They stood up then, kissed each other and licked up cum before adjourning to the shower and a good clean up.

Nick spent a couple of weeks with them, he’d disappear during the day, off investigating how he could recreate belief and returning at night where the three of them continued their amorous adventures.

Finally, after a couple of weeks, in early December, Nick said he had to get back home. He’d learned a lot about what society had become, and it gave him a lot to think about.  He wanted to thank them properly, he told them.

He prepared a meal for them and set up the dining room in very Christmas formal: table clothes, napkins, china (that neither Doug or Jack had seen before), sparkling silverware and a lovely centerpiece filled the table.  The food was delicious, and they all ate their fill. After the meal, they adjourned to the living room and Nick asked them to sit side by side on the sofa.  He knelt in front of them and began to work on each of their cocks, currently enrobed in jeans (in both cases).

He started by caressing the cocks through the denim and then running a hand up each of their torsos. Caressing until he reached a nipple on each of them and lightly pinching through their tees. One hand on denim covered cocks and one on nips, he moved his mouth from man to man, tracing the outline of hardening cocks with his mouth.

Both Doug and Jack were squirming as their cocks hardened but were yet confined in their jeans. Nick took pity on them, though and worked first Doug’s jean’s open, he slid them down, allowing Doug’s cock to pop free. Nick took it in his mouth for a moment before moving over to free Jack, following the same path of taking Jack into his mouth once his cock was freed.

Doug tried to get up, intending to strip Nick, but Nick pushed him back and asked them both to just let him do all the work.  Doug settled back down, and Nick split his time, working one cock with his mouth while stroking the other one.

He worked them both, expertly, riding up and down the length, teasing cock heads, tonguing the slits on each man, grinding them deep into his throat. He’d pull off and lick balls, sucking them, taking one, then the other and both where he could.  He kept at it, milking with hand and mouth and tongue as both men edged closer and closer to orgasm.

Nick didn’t stop, he could feel their balls retract, could hear the breathing coming in more rapid gasps, the moans of pleasure echoed around the room, and still he worked them.

Suck, stroke, suck, switch, suck, stroke. Jack and Doug rode the waves of pleasure their cocks and Nick’s mouth and hands were giving them.  Doug, who was usually the last in a play group to cum, was the one that came first.  It was while Nick was stroking him, his mouth down on Jack’s cock.

Doug groaned out, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” at which statement, Nick quickly shifted his mouth to Doug’s cock, closing over it as the first spurts shot of the head. Doug came hard, shooting five strong jets down Nick’s throat, and as the fifth pulse hit, Jack cried out that he was cumming and Nick moved quickly to suck Jack’s cock.  Doug’s cock continued to leak the final spurts of his load, trickling out of his cock head and onto his belly then his balls.  Jack shot down Nick’s throat then onto his beard as Nick pulled away.  He took Jack back into his mouth and sucked him clean then moved over to Doug and licked and sucked him clean as well.

He leaned back on his heals, not an easy task for such a big man, his belly hung low between his legs.

“I wanted to thank you both, you’ve been so hospitable these last few days and weeks, and I want you to know how truly appreciated this time has been for me.” Nick said.

He looked them both in the eye and stroked each of their soft, spent cocks for a moment and then with a whoosh and a sprinkle of golden dust he was gone. All that lingered was the dust and the smell of peppermint and cocoa.

They sat for a time, both a bit stunned at the sudden departure, but considering who their guest had been, they were not surprised.  They sat on the sofa, for a while just relaxing, pants still around their ankles, they talked about Nick and how amorous he’d been and that they were both spent and how they’d enjoyed it all.  As they relived their last couple of weeks, they each began to fondle and caress themselves and eventually each other.  Doug got hard first and Jack, kicked his jeans off fully, then climbed onto Doug’s cock and rode him slowly, in no rush to cum or make Doug cum.  They rocked together in a quiet embrace, just enjoying the slow pleasure they were giving each other.

Jack’s cock, hard, bounced against and between their bellies as he rode Doug.  It felt so good, so relaxing but also so stimulating.  His cock reacted and he shot his load across Doug’s belly.  Doug filled Jack’s ass then with his own load.  They came together in a kiss, embracing each other and helping each other to remove the remainder of their clothes.

Naked, they curled up on the floor in front of the fireplace. The room was warm and cozy, lit only by the fire and tree’s soft white lights.  It was a peaceful and calming space, and they dozed then bathed in that light and warmth.    Almost as soon as their eyes closed, Nick stepped out of the shadows, dressed now in his usual, white-trimmed red suit, he smiled at both men, then placed a box for each of them under the tree.  Looking down at the men, he smiled, touched the side of his nose and was gone again. Jack and Doug slept on.

 Christmas morning dawned with snow drifting gently down.  Doug was the first up, Jack’s boys and their children had been there for Christmas Eve, and it had worn Jack out, so Doug let him sleep.  They’d been surprised when they were handing out presents to the boys and grandkids to find a present for each of them that neither had noticed previously.

They had set them aside and waited until after the boys had left to open them.  Each contained a Christmas sweater, some would say an ugly Christmas sweater, that was emblazoned with “HIS” across the chest. The sweaters weren’t exactly a match but close.  There wasn’t a “From” signature on the card but they both knew it was from Nick.  They could think of no other reason that neither had noticed the presents under the tree.

Doug busied himself with cleaning up and Jack came down the stairs a few minutes later, they’d both dressed in pajama bottoms and their new sweaters. They sat at the island and sipped coffee. Jack leaned into Doug and just enjoyed the quiet of the house with him. Suddenly they were overwhelmed with the smell of peppermint and chocolate, and they knew that they had a visitor.  They both stood and turned to the living room to see a familiar bearish man filling the doorway.  He wore red pants and a sweater that looked very much like what they were each wearing.  There was a marked difference though.  Nick’s sweater said “Ours”

The three men came together in a group hug and settled in, for the day, wrapped up in each other.