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'SoLO ChRiStMaS | HaNuKkaH' o1 of o2 or o3 or more...
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Hey! Happy Hanukkah, buddy!"
Tomer, after opening the door to his apartment, heartily accepts the hug from his out-of-town friend, "you too, Gio," he greets, after his friend releases him from the hefty kiss.
Gio, knowing the reason for Tomer's downcast spirit, says, "why so glum?"
Since boyhood friends, they have shared every little secret, which has Tomer on the rebound, "you know very well why I'm not feeling, you know."
"I know," Gio, still upbeat, pats his friend on the chest, "and that's the reason I've come to help you get your gear together. We're going to my place."
"No," Tomer lays the decision out flat.
"No?"
Having swiped past his buddy, enroute to the bedroom for some serious packing, returns, "you know how disappointed mama's gonna be?" Closer, "you know how many hours she's been slaving over the stove, not to mention pop, having to stand over a cutting board, helping her prepare for the feast of the year?"
Tomer, Jewish, Gio Christian, of which holiday was which was not their focus, but rather family, spending time together.
However, after his partner cut out on him just six days before the winter celebration, Tomer moans, "I'm not feeling it."
Taking Tomer's hand, Gio gives a pull, "I think I know just the thing to cure that."
Unlike other times Gio has helped to lift his pal's woes, like the time Tomer got bullied in high school, beaten up for both being gay and a Jew, college, ostracized from the social order due to choosing books and studying, over sports, losing his first job, when his mother and father died in a car crash, not evening knowing their son was gay, but of this time, "no, no, no, Gio," he protests, pulling in the opposite direction while being hauled off to the bedroom.
It took ruffling a couple of hallway rugs, but Tomer gives in a little, still protesting, "there's no fix to this, Gio."
Gio whole-heartedly disagrees, pulling Tomer inside the bedroom and slamming the door, incarcerating them in the bedroom, "now, are you going to strip or do I have to take matters into my own hands?"
Tomer just stood there, looking like a beaten man, protesting in a meek voice, "I don't deserve your help."
Being Tomer wasn't resisting, Gio knew he had won.
Gently working the buttons of his friends shirt, Tomer always wearing a dress shirt, except when in his speedo on the beach, Gio divides the fabric and spreads it back over his buddy's muscled pecs, over the shoulders, allowing it fall back and in pressing his chest against Tomer, catches the shirt behind.
"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
"No," Tomer says, meek and mildly.
In such a mood as this, Tomer didn't wonder why he was giving in to his best bud. He knows from experience, Gio was a 'healer', of soothing spirit, and when they got into bed, everything bad in the world went away like magic.
Gio knew his friend was hurting real bad, not only since they had spent hours on the phone in the past five nights, but Tomer wasn't at his usual sexual power. On a scale of one to ten, Tomer didn't even hit the bottom of the totem pole!
"Well, if you think I'm going to let what happened to you before, happen again, you're crazy!"
And Tomer would be crazy not to allow Gio, exert his muscular frame to bend over and carry him to the bed as if they had just gotten married, crossing the threshhold into a new way of life.
Walking around the bed, Gio removes the old college football jacket and in one swoop, pulls his tee shirt inside out overhead. Not the first time he's helped his bud out in this fashion, he rubs hands up and down his pecs, "don't tell me this isn't doing something for you?"
Not as much hair on his bod as his Italian friend, over the years Tomer felt he was slighted by not having that fuzzy washboard to rub hand over. He found it very sexual, petting Gio's chest and when in a better mood, using his tongue to find perky little nips under the rug, "I know I should feeling it, but..."
"Sh-h-h, just hold on a minute," Gio says, beginning to unbuckle his belt while kicking off sneakers.
It went like a stripper, but without the hip swaggering, Gio opening the buckle, whipping the belt from the loops, tossing it aside, unfastening jeans and stepping out of them. It would be usual to say that Gio wore briefs, being he hardly ever did, except on a snowy day, then he wore lycras joggers underneath.
"Well?" Gio presents himself, full throttle hairiness from neck to navel and beyond, arms out to the sides, palms faced forward, like he was trying to draw attention to his fox, muscular, hairy bod.
They held no vows to whether one or the other were a top or bottom, going with whatever transpired in the moment. Gio knew, if he wanted to get his buddy's spirits uplifted, out of bed and packing for a holiday at his place, he had to resort to special means. One good thing, Gio's attention was not only on his bud's face, whether a smile was there, or a frown, but what could usually be the case, Tomer's pants tenting.
"Oh now," Gio says as he mounts the bed, soft 8c swaying to and fro as knees transport him to where he can comfortly grab the waistband of Tomer's sweatpants, "do I detect something?"
Of hundreds, maybe thousands of times either of them have challenged the other, lying in bed, one thing would always prevail, getting hard without touching, but by only words, making them sprout, that when unvailed, it show true feelings for each other.
This one time, Gio has to change strategies, when Tomer grabs a hand which was making way to stretch the sweatpants downward.
"Um, that's your hand on my hand, boy?"
They had slipped into something which could lead to remedying any situation!
Tomer fell under Gio's spell, unhanding him, saying, "I know. I'm sorry, okay?"
Out of town, now, in the past, when Tomer used to stay the night at Gio's or in college, in the dorm room they share, it was always Gio asking, "still got the bondage stuff in the drawer?"
They didn't have a clue, being dumb teenagers, but with ideas on how they could make each happy, feel erotic, it was Tomer who came out with asking Gio if he would tie him to the bed. Perhaps Tomer had done some internet research, but Gio had experienced it quite by accident, coming into the gym at school via the wrestling room.
His response to one of the two wrestlers, the one with the flogger in his hand, whipping another wrestler, tied eagle-spread to the rafters Gio 'didn't want to know', walking right past them, promising not to give up the wrestlers' secret. However, soon as he got to the door his brain got the best of him and he turned right back around, wanting to know exactly what they were doing!
The wrestler with the flogging tool in his hand, an ordinary leather belt, whose name Gio found out was, Ryan, wanted to know right off, "you gay?"
For the life of him, Gio had never told a soul this and had no intentions of fessing up, "of course not!"
Ryan didn't comment on whether he was, just said, "well, Jason here is and..."
Gio felt flush all of a sudden, like he got this idea Jason be being flogged because of who he was, "I'm not prejudice, if that's where you're taking this and forget it if you want me to help bully Jason because of who he is!"
In Ryan's eyes he wasn't prejudiced either, "neither am I. Only saying that because if you want to find out what it's like..."
"Oh, no, no, no, no, no," Gio protests, "you're not whipping this back!"
If it wasn't enough for Ryan to convince Gio, Jason speaks up, "it's not what you think it is. In fact, it's a beautiful experience."
"Oh," is all Gio says, apparently thinking of it as punishment and nothing else. "Then, what is it?"
Walking over to Gio's hefty bod, Ryan turns the handle around, allowing the tip of it to trail down the lovely 6-pack abs, "how would you like to have this six pack tested?"
"Tested? Tested for what?"
As he said it, Gio did get a little twitch from his crotch.
"Durability. Stamina," Ryan says as if it's an everyday occurence in the folds of life.
"Like, I work out at the gym. I've got a sixpack. What else do I need to know?"
Contrary to his skepticism, Gio was slowly giving in to the idea.
"Nothing really, but like Jason here, it's one of the things you don't find out you need, want and like until after you've experienced it."
"Oh really?" Gio says. "Like, where did you come up with this stuff?"
"I claim no credit. It wouldn't be anything different than what other guys do."
Gio asks, "if other guys are doing it, how come I've never heard about it? I mean, I've read a lot about building up the bod?"
Ryan was smart at this, coming back with a surefire response, "I asked you to keep quiet about what we were doing and you agreed to do so, right?"
"That I did," Gio replies, wondering where this was going.
"Then if you keep quiet, well as Jason here and myself, no one will know what we are doing, however there have been guys on the internet who post videos of having their abs tested and..."
Ryan pulls out his cell phone, "here, take a look."
It took a minute, which has Gio looking up towards Jason, back to him, but his shaft noticably hanging down between the legs, until he's called to attention once again.
"See here, guys either place their arms at their sides, or hands behind head and..."
And then Gio is amazed by the gut puncher punching the gut punch taker in the stomach, remarking, "I'll be damned, he hardly flinched."
"What you don't see, is both of them getting a hard on."
"If you can't see them getting a hard on, then how do you know they are getting a hard on?"
Gio had Ryan by the balls on this one!
"Experience."
According to what Gio was thinking, that meant, "you punch guys in the stomach?"
"Sure. For fun and money. It's a profitable business."
"Do you charge Jason for whipping him?"
"Nah. We're friends. Friends help friends out, if you know what I mean?"
Gio knew for a fact, showing up in the nick of time as Tomer was about to be slugged in the gut by bullies, that was friendship, but doing something intentional, "you whip as a friend and call it friendship? But also, he likes it? I'm confused."
Ryan cracked half a smile.
"What?"
"Your crotch is looking more like you understand it than your thinking?"
He did feel it, but until he looked down and saw his jock shorts tenting, "oh shit!"
Ryan knew, but chided, "it's probably not what it looks like. You gotta pee or something?"
"Yeah, that's probably it," Gio says.
He knew where the toilet was, "I'll be right back."
However, when Gio didn't come back from the mens room in a resonable amount of time, Ryan put his belt down, saying to the bound figure, "don't go anywhere, I'll be right back."
Jason says, "hurry. I think I'm losing my erection!"
Sure enough, as he suspects, Ryan finds Gio in front of a mirror, jock tee up, holding it between his teeth and feeling up his hairy abs.
"Taste good?"
"Oh shit!" Gio says, the tee falling from his mouth, planing it out over his abs.
"Why don't ya come out and we'll see what you can take. Promise, I won't hurt you."
That was the day Gio found out his abs were tough and from that day on, felt it not only a test of strength, but how a guy can respond by getting hard and keep that erection, as if it were something sexual, want to let loose without even touching himself. He also had the opportunity to watch Ryan flog Jason and in a way that derived not only pain, but pleasure.
When he questioned Ryan about it, "I can do the same for you, Gio. All you have to do is give me the okay?"
It's from this experience, of when Gio was a teenage but punch recipient, that his mind was groomed for other things, such as what was happening now, finding wrist and ankle cuffs in the side draw.
Instead of the usual, Tomer claiming he ready needs this, it's Gio saying, "I think you're going to really need this."
With total trust, Tomer says, "I know." Because he knew his limits to everything, whether it is tweaking his nips or being fucked, "I want you to really lay into me, Gio."
He knew his buddy inside out, needs, wants and of the outcome, "oh, you better believe, that's what I'm going to do to you, babe!"
An unconvential kind of relationship, it wasn't meant to be something sinister, more a loving friendship, where it got the pair going. Going, meaning they would eventually bring each other to the edge, to the point of overflow.
After Gio bends over, smashing their shafts together, seeming like their were two entities going at it, swords doing battle well as lips caressing, smooching, doing all the things that go beyond the realm of earthly delights.
Then, when Gio, who controls everything from here on in, breaks free of lips, ass sliding up a little, which brings on another tweaking of the norm, "looks like your stick shift is ready to change gears!"
It had been determined Gio the dominant half of this quirky relationship between friends, but that's not to say everything went by the sexual manual, that the dominating component had to follow the rules of search, divide and conquer.
Considering himself top dog, whereas it came to his buddy Tomer, in times like these he allows himself to slip, in thought, mind and bod, sitting up straight over his bud's raging hardon. His logic was to make his bottom buddy the alpha to his ego, surrendering ass, which is what was driving things on at the moment.
"Yeah, work me buddy, ahhh-h-yeah, shit!"
Whereas Tomer was bound to the rafters of the bed, all it took was a snap, a sound which would tell Gio was ready for things to get rough. As it went most of the time, when Tomer was released from his binding wrists, Gio would help him over onto his belly and then bring the whole scene home.
Because it was one of those vastly different times, Tomer had to check, "are you sure you want this, Gio?"
Hoping it would help his jilted buddy get over the remorse of his partner walking out on him, Gio growls, revving up the moment as he turns his ass upwards to Tomer, "I want you to ream the hell out of me, just like you feel like doing to that bastard who took his shit, the nerve while you were at work and without even a note, left you high and dry!"
Tomer couldn't believe, no could believe, being his bud was doing all this for him, thinking as thought, wanting to do something to get revenge, but at the same time, knowing this was his buddy, and not that scum, Blake, "are you sure you want to do this, Gio?"
"Just do it!"
Gio could be forceful and not just when his shaft was at the porthole of some dude's ass.
"Okay," Tomer says, still trying to keep his cock hard.
After about a minute goes by, Gio can only guess, "having trouble there, buddy?"
"Uh," Tomer, who is more a cock sucker than an ass fucker, sighs, "uh, yeah."
Utilizing every effort to soothe his buddy's wounds, Gio says, "okay, then come on," he flips over, causing Tomer to move back, out of the way of the hairy legs being thrown asunder, "shackle me to the bed and then I want to feel that monster down my throat."
This was a thing of interest to both, back in college, when they were drunk, in their dorm room and with nothing to do, looking for something other the immediate sexual high, Gio noticed, "now that's weird."
"What's weird?"
"Funny I never noticed before," because Gio was into guys dicks, length, width, how big their balls.
"Noticed what, Gio?"
"Dammit!" he cries out.
Tomer couldn't fathom what, "what's the matter?"
Doing what Gio did, not because he chose to mimic him, but curious as to why his college bud was looking at his crotch, then back to his own, "what are you looking at."
"Dammit, Tome, you're fuckin' bigger than me!"
Taking his own shaft in hand, laying it on his palm, Tomer studied it for a few seconds, looking at Gio who did the same and then burst out laughing!
"It's not funny!"
So, nowadays, whenever Gio got into these 'bottoming' moods, Tomer was there to remind, "are you sure you're ready for me to ream your throat with my raging hard on, Gio?"
Tomer was feeling kinda really good by now. So much, he began going through the routine he set up for himself, fastening cuffs around Gio's wrists. To top it off, when he reaches for the iron bars at the top of the bed, to fasten the cuffs to, he makes sure he torments Gio by dragging his hardware over his taut abs, between his meaty poundcakes and to complete the humiliation, when he sits back, comes within spitting distance of sitting on his buddy's shaft!
"Um, could you scoot down a little, buddy?"
Instead, knowing this is for his benefit and morphing into what could be a counterpart of Gio's arrogant, dominating personality, says, "maybe later."
"What the fuck?" Gio says.
He also thought it would make his buddy feel good if he pretended to be who he wasn't and thrash around and then breaks out of character, to whisper, "hey, don't forget to call me, 'Blake'!"
Tomer was already beyond that, a bit recuperated from that ordeal, "can I just make like it's you and me?"
It was a dilemma for Gio, thinking his plan worked to have his best bud rise up out of the depression he was going through, but with reservation, "uh, does that mean I still have to swallow your shaft?"
"Let's see how it goes?"
Right now Tomer was sitting with his ass about over Gio's navel. Scooting up a bit, his eight inches lay right smack down between his buddy's pecs.
"Oh no. You're 'not' gonna do that, are you, tell me you're not?"
As best buds go, with all secrets out on the table, it's something Tomer liked to do, use all the facilities of a muscle man, to pleasure himself, "yup," he lets out a little giggle, knowing because of Gio bound by wrists to the top of the bed, "and there's nothing you can do about it my muscled slaveboy!"
Again Gio breaks character, out of the s&m, b&d platform, "wow, you haven't played that game on me in a long time. Um, you're not gonna use the belt on me, are you?"
Tomer just rolled his eyes knowing when Gio says, 'you're not gonna do', means he wants it done to him, "maybe, if you don't do what you're told to do?"
"Oh shit, I will. I promise. Please, not the strap!"
Something Gio got hooked on, back when he got mixed up in Ryan and Jason's game, when Ryan didn't show up one day. By this time he knew how much Jason liked being drawn and quartered and flogged on the back. Well, just by chance, Gio came up with the idea of the same, but experiencing the strap on his front, in particularly across his beautiful hairy, muscular pecs!
"Oh," Tomer stifles himself, then dismounting both Gio and the bed, "let me get is, just in case."
Reaching his head up, which was tough for a guy to do, being tethered to the top of the bed, Gio says, "you don't have to go to all that trouble."
Tomer smiled to himself, knowing whenever Gio pleaded 'not to', he badly wanted it to come about, which has him saying, "might be nice this time of year."
Gio didn't get it, "what's that supposed to mean?"
"Flogging your pecs until they match Santa's suit?"
Gio gasps, "you wouldn't dare!"
Tomer again sighs to himself, thinking to himself what a good actor Gio is and to stir the pot, "I read recently that when the skin is wet, it hurts more."
"Wet? Hurting more? Oh no. I couldn't take that."
It just made Tomer think, 'what a faker'. What he didn't say is what he was going to lube his buddy's pecs up with, which he went right to the task. Again, assuming his position on the throne, his ass sits on Gio's fuzzy navel, which kind of gives his smooth ass a buzz. Shimmying up, he makes sure his balls drag against Gio's hairy abs, but doesn't stop there.
"What are you doing?"
"I want to try out that wet chest theory, but I can't do it with my cock so dry?"
"Oh no," another one of Gio's ploys, "I'm not lubing that monster up and that's final!"
Here's the clincher and Tomer knows all the angles. Next to Gio's cock and balls, his next sensitive area are his buried nips, which has Tomer saying, "well then, I guess I'll have to make you open up!"
He starts searching through the hair on Gio's poundcakes, making it long and drawn out, purposely making it seem like he can't find the two nubs, until, "uh, here they are. Ready to lube me up?"
"Don't do something you might later regret!"
He knows he wouldn't. A numerous amount of times when Gio has relinquished their time together to him, placing him in the realm of authority, that no matter what he's done to his buddy, no fail everytime afterwards he couldn't get enough praise drawn out from their experience together.
"I might," Tomer says, knowing he never will, but that's how it goes.
"Oh fuckin' shit!"
Tomer smiles, not because he is putting himself in the position of being a nasty, dominating sadist, but knows his buddy is loving it that he's flicking his thumbs over his meaty nips.
"Oh," Tomer stops, "new rule."
From pulling on his restraints, ceasing of bucking his hips, Gio says, "what's that?"
"No bucking your hips, because your 'very hard shaft'," meant to humiliate, "is getting way too close to my ass. The way I want this to end is your shaft grinding into the mattress while I'm pounding yours?"
"It'll be a cold day in hell before that happens!"
Tomer just smiled, but at the same time turned up the heat by taking Gio's nips in his fingers and giving them a good mashing, "wrong answer!"
He laughed, having forgotten about his break up. He knew Gio was in no real pain, that his nips were the driving force right now behind keeping him hard. One of the things that was making him feel good, was making his friend feel good.
After what he thought could be turning Gio's nips bright red, he spots the red dots through all that Italian chest fur, saying, "okay, you going to give me the best blow job a guy can have, or do I have to get the pliers out of my tool chest?"
Last time Tomer proposed that, Gio thought, 'yikes!', but after thinking about, questioned his bud later, if he would consider doing it, but he turned Gio down, saying he could never hurt him that much, as he thought it would cause some real pain. Where one door closes, another opens, Gio seeking out a real, professional man to give himself those kind of jollies. So far he's chickened out!
"Well, muscle-slaveboy, you gonna open up or do I have to draw blood?"
Gio knew Tomer would never go to that extreme, but he didn't push his luck, "no, no, I'll do it!"
Gio did do it, opened nice and wide.
Tomer leans forward and while he slides his eight-full-inches inside Gio's mouth, works at flicking the snaps on the handcuffs.
Pulling out, Gio could very well flip his friend and get on with working his raging hardon, but instead, "that all you're going to work my pecs?"
"Of course not," Tomer cracks a smile. "I'm going to milk it for all it's worth."
Not the first time Tomer slides a bit down, till his shaft is lying between Gio's meaty poundcakes, with the order, "you're turn."
With hands free, Gio takes the sides of his owns pecs and pushes them in towards each other.
"Yeah, that's what I need," Tomer says, feeling Gio's pecs form a tunnel around the outside.
When they go this route, Gio winds up with goo all over his chin and while still under Tomer's dominating nature, has to clean the gooey shaft off.
Tomer informs, "okay, I'm done."
"Hell yeah," Gio exclaims, keeping his own seven inches firm while Tomer moves flat out on the bed.
"You want the cuffs on me?"
"Nah," Gio says, "all I want for Christmas, I mean Hanukkah is your ass!"
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