John Parnassus is not a fan of the holidays. In fact, he'd punch Rudolph in the nose if he could. He doesn't believe in love, men, or the 'holiday spirit' -- he's still bitter after his ex left him two years ago on Christmas morning. To him, the holidays are all a sham. Take a chance on love? Never again.<br><br>John's friend Sally gives him a gentle kick in the ass to get out of his rut and try something new, starting at the office New Year’s party. He expects the same thing as last year: drunken mistletoe antics and a sore head the next morning.<br><br>Then he meets Tim Hinton, a coworker from the IT department. Surprised to find they have common ground, John is drawn to someone for the first time in years. Should he make a move, or endure another ho hum New Year?

Ho Hum New Year

Moaning, I pump more ejaculate with each thrust, not wanting to stop. Eventually I do, though, to my regret.


Tim keeps on kissing and soothing me with his lips, calming me with his breath. He slowly stops pumping me, removes his hand from my cock, and, staring at me intently, licks every drop of my cum from his fingers. Then he shares it with me in another hot kiss. I gasp, turned on by my own taste and the mix of his spit with mine.


“What about you?” I ask, all traces of cum gone from our mouths. I move from his lips to nibble on the delicate skin of his neck. I feel languid, leaning heavily against him.


Forcing his hand between us, Tim tucks me back inside my briefs and fixes my pants. “I think you need to take me home so I can have my wicked way with you.”


Laughing a little, I push away from the wall. I run my hands down his chest and caress his hardness, a thick rod that fills me with the promise of a right proper pounding as soon as I can grab us a cab home.


Chapter 6