I didn't pay much attention to Jared until he blocked my view of the couple by standing in front of me. I almost protested, but then he turned his body and bent over. What I saw when he did was enough to make me start begging for him to undo the restraints holding me in the chair.

Dear God, I love you, Lance,” he whispers when he pulls out of the kiss. "Don't ever leave me.”I look into his eyes, ignoring the water that's starting to turn cool. I take his face in my hands and kiss him softly on his wet lips before responding. His eyes are troubled and it hurts me to see all the doubts and fears looking back at me.“Rick, I'm not going anywhere. I'm yours. Always.

Fuck me,” I moan, “right here, right now.”He dives in for another kiss as he lowers the zipper over my hard dick. When he reaches inside my underwear I lean into his hand.“So hard and so ready,” he whispers in my mouth.“Always for you, Rick.

Lance?” I hear him whisper in the darkness.“Yeah, babe, I'm here.”“Come to bed.”I undress and crawl under the covers with him. His arms go around me and hold me tight.“I love you, Rick.”“I know, baby. I'm sorry.”“Me too.

Ooh!” Willy pipes up. “Maybe he'll write a story about Santa and Mrs. Claus getting caught with their pants down with other people. If we get lucky, maybe he'll kill-”“Don't finish that sentence, elf.”“Randy, you're such a spoilsport. You can't say you haven't conjured up that scenario in your big head a time or a dozen. Continue. Maybe I'll write that story.”“No, you won't. Your idea of a good story is nothing but sex, sex, and more sex. You'd never make it through writing a chapter because you'd have to stop and jerk off a half dozen times.”“Ew! Not about Santa and Mrs. Claus. Yuck,” Willy comes back at him with a sour look on his face. “That's not even funny, Randy.

It's just sex, Blake. Isn't that what you said to me the last time? No emotions. Just sex.”“I'll only end up hurting you,” I say to the wall. “Worse than I did before.”He moves from the back of the sofa and comes to stand directly in front of me. His dick is mere inches from my mouth. I have to swallow several times to keep from using my tongue on it. I close my eyes.“I can't, Seth. If I take you now I'll be rough and I'll end up hurting you in other ways.”“Being rough wasn't a concern of yours before.”“I'm not the same person I was before.

You're thinking that if the North Pole has little elves and shape-shifting reindeer that maybe werewolves aren't quite so farfetched. Am I right? Well, you're wrong. There's no such thing as werewolves. That would just be crazy.

But, why? You punished me, okay? You've forbidden me to," I shudder, "cum when you know my little body can only take so much of holding it in. I have a nine-inch dick, Randy. That stuff needs to come out.

How you felt?" he asks, still looking like he's trying to hide a smirk."Oh, shut up. I'm going now. I'm sorry I bothered you, your Highness of Reindeerness," I say, with more than a little sarcasm. "I promise not to ever disturb you again.

Nate and Jared were watching me as they undressed. Clothed, they were sexy as hell. Naked, I wanted to lick every inch of their bodies. Nick, still standing in front of me, removed his shirt and tossed it on the floor next to the chair. Next came his jeans and underwear. Any anger I felt over being tied to the chair disappeared.