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Okay! On with the story!! This is the last of two chapters I wrote based on prompts sent in by Andrea Speed: Pizza delivery guy, Abandoned house, Snowman. Thanks Andrea! I hope you enjoy the story you helped me create.

A Gift For Greg

Conclusion

by

Hank Edwards (c) 2012

Greg stared up at Jerry Golling, the intense frown on Jerry’s face enough to make Greg fidget in the driver’s seat.

“Do I know you?” Jerry asked.

“From high school,” Greg said, his cock a hard mast of longing even in the frigid air coming in the open car window. “Greg Marwell.”

Jerry stood silent, his face hidden by shadow and unreadable.

“Debate team?” Greg offered, his voice more uncertain.

“I remember you,” Jerry said quietly. “Very well. I’m just surprised is all.”

Greg nodded, felt himself blush and looked away. “Yeah. I’m surprised, too.”

“You brought my pizza?”

The blush deepened, heating Greg’s face against the cold night air. “I did. Sorry. It’s right here.”

“Come inside,” Jerry said and turned for the house. “You must be freezing.”

Greg sat still a moment, considering. No one waited for him at home, no gifts, no special meal. What did he have to lose? He shut off the engine and got out of the car, carrying the pizza as he followed Jerry along the side of the house to a sliding door in the back. Inside, battery operated lanterns provided a warm glow and a propane heater vented out a back window provided heat. A futon covered with layers of quilts took up one corner.

“You squatting?” Greg asked, surprised.

Jerry turned and Greg saw his face clearly for the first time. He was still handsome, his rounded chin covered with dark stubble, hazel eyes behind plastic framed glasses, proud nose, and full lips. It was all Greg could do to keep from walking right up to Jerry and kissing him like he had fantasized doing for so many years.

“Yeah,” Jerry admitted and dropped his gaze as he dug in his pockets to pull out wads of bills. “Got the house from Mom and Dad years ago. Lost my job a year and a half ago. Bank took the house last week.”

“Merry fucking Christmas, huh?” Greg said.

“Pretty much.” Jerry looked up at him. “I have nineteen eighty. Is that enough?”

It wasn’t, but Greg nodded and handed over the pizza. “Perfect.”

Jerry passed him the wad of bills, and a spark sizzled up Greg’s arm when their fingers touched.

“You on your own tonight too?” Jerry asked.

“Yeah, just me.”

“Want to stay for pizza?”

Greg nodded, and then said, “If you can spare it, sure. How about we split the cost?”

“Sounds great.” Jerry smiled and Greg’s pulse kicked up a notch as his cock took notice.

They sat on the futon and talked as they ate. The wind curled around the corners and eaves of the house, the cold kept mostly at bay by the propane heater. As they talked, Greg noticed they both relaxed, each of them settling back against the futon until their knees touched briefly. Greg’s erection jerked at the contact, and when Jerry didn’t pull away, he lost track of their conversation.

“You okay?” Jerry’s question brought him back to focus on the moment and out of his fantasy of being in a sixty-nine with Jerry.

“What? Oh, yeah. Just… drifted a bit there. Sorry.”

Jerry watched him in silence a moment, and then said, “I had a crush on you back in high school, you know.”
Apprehension and excitement twisted inside Greg’s belly as his cock thrummed with need.

“You did?”

“Yeah. You made me so nervous, I could never talk to you.”

“Are you kidding me?” A nervous laugh escaped Greg’s lips and he hoped it didn’t sound as high-pitched to Jerry as it did to him. “I felt the same way.”

Jerry’s eyes widened. “No way.”

“Yes way! I joined the debate team just because you did!”

“I wondered why you did that,” Jerry said. One corner of his mouth quirked up in a sexy smirk. “You weren’t very good at it.”

Jerry suddenly widened his eyes and pressed his lips tight, mortified at what he had said. But Greg laughed, a genuine, feel-good, belly laugh, and slid sideways on the futon so he was lying down. Tears rolled down his temples from the force of his laughter and his body flooded with adrenaline and endorphins. How long had it been since he’d laughed like this?

Jerry leaned over and put a hand on his shoulder, looked down into Greg’s watery eyes, and said, “I’m sorry, that was rude of me to say.”

“It’s okay,” Greg reassured him. “It was just the truth. I sucked at it.”

“But you tried, that’s what mattered.”

“Only to be close to you.”

Jerry smiled and shook his head, looking away as he blushed. “I never knew that.”

“Well, we’ve confessed now. And here we are, fifteen years later, on Christmas morning, with no one but ourselves to answer to.” Greg reached up to put a hand on the back of Jerry’s neck, turned him back to look in his eyes. “I say we deserve a little Christmas spirit, don’t you?”

“Yeah, we do,” Jerry said.

When he leaned down for a kiss, Greg felt a buzz travel down his spine to his balls. Jerry’s lips were slick with pizza grease and softer, warmer than he had ever imagined. The kiss deepened, turned hungry, and in a moment Greg had pushed his tongue into Jerry’s mouth.

It didn’t take long for them to strip out of their clothes and, shivering despite the propane heater, slip beneath the quilts on the futon. Greg twined his legs with Jerry’s, felt the hard, determined length of the man’s erection press against his own, and reached down to take hold of both of them.

“Oh, yeah,” Jerry said with a gasp. “It’s been so long since someone’s touched me like that.”

“Me, too,” Greg assured him, and gasped himself at the warm, trembling touch of Jerry’s hand on his dick.

“I don’t have a condom,” Jerry admitted.

“It’s okay,” Greg said. “This is enough. For now.” He slipped beneath the covers, kissing his way down the hair covered length of Jerry’s torso to his throbbing cock. It bucked against his tongue when he took it in his mouth, and he paused to savor the salty taste of it.

“I want to taste you, too,” Jerry said, and Greg shifted position to stick his feet out from under the covers and line up his crotch with Jerry’s face. Here was that sixty-nine position he had just been fantasizing about.

The wet heat of Jerry’s mouth on his prick made Greg moan around the cock in his own. It wasn’t going to take long, he was so close already. And it was Jerry Golling sucking his dick; Jerry Fucking Golling!

That seemed to be all it took to send him off the edge. A spark snapped deep in Greg’s belly, hot and wild. He felt the rushing wave of his orgasm rising, and took his mouth off Jerry’s cock long enough to grunt a warning. Jerry pulled back and stroked him fast and rough to a shuddering climax, turning his face into the spray of cum.

“So hot,” Jerry whispered. “Feels so good on my face. Oh, yeah, I’m coming, too.”

Greg took his mouth off Jerry and pumped his fist along the hard length as jets of cum splashed across his face. The smell of it, rank, sharp, and delicious, was trapped beneath the heavy quilts and filled his nose. When Jerry had finished, Greg leaned in to kiss the slick-sticky tip before turning and pushing his head out from under the covers.
They looked at each other, faces both cum-smeared, and then laughed before leaning in for a slow, sensual kiss.

“Merry Christmas, Jerry Golling,” Greg said.

“Merry Christmas to you, Greg Marwell,” Jerry replied. “I’ve got some wipes we can use to clean up.” He paused, then asked in a quiet, shy voice, “Would you like to stay the night?”

Greg smiled and leaned in to kiss him again. “No debate about it.”

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