CHRISTMAS COCKTAILS: “Christmas Tree Delivery” by ruaridh

CHRISTMAS TREE DELIVERY by ruaridh

This year, I’d decided, no more of the fake trees. I wanted the smell of pine in my front room. I phoned up the local forestry shop to find that, not only did they have 6 foot trees, they could deliver as well. Carefully failing to tell them I lived two flights up, I booked for Saturday morning.

As luck would have it, I’d had a full on drinking night on the Friday, so when Saturday morning came I felt rough as fuck. My tongue was stuck to the top of my mouth and I smelled like shit: stale booze and sweat clung to me. It must have been around 10 am and I didn’t so much hit the shower as stagger into it. Five minutes in, and I was staying to feel marginally human – gradually, I became aware of a ringing noise and switched off the shower to realize that the door bell to the flat entrance was ringing insistently. Fuck – the Christmas tree: it had seemed such a good idea when I ordered it! I gathered a towel round me and pressed the door entry, leaning out of the flat door to shout “sorry, didn’t hear you – I was in the shower”. I could hear the unmistakable “fuck, another top floor” from the delivery guy. I grinned, I was sure he and his delivery buddy could deal with two flights of stairs. While I waited for them to arrive I stuck the kettle on. I needed a morning caffeine hit and I was sure they did too.

STORY CONTINUES AFTER THE JUMP…

In no time, I heard a thud against my own door and rushed to it, to find the Christmas tree leaning against it. “What the…..” I started to say, then noticed the hand half way down the tree trunk. “Hello?” I said rather hesitantly. The tree moved and this youngster, late teens or early twenties, popped his head round the foliage. “Are you delivering on your own? I’m sorry, I thought there would have been two of you!” I said, embarrassed at my subterfuge. He was clearly out of breath. “My colleague is off ill today so it’s just me. This is the fourth flat top floor I’ve had. I am completely knackered”. He spoke matter-of-factly with no hint either of resignation or of humour. “Come in with the tree, then, you deserve a coffee”. Completely forgetting I had only a towel on, I took the top of the tree and led the way into my flat with the delivery guy following with the tree base. It’s not that big a flat, so it was soon in the front room ready for me to decorate it later. “Do you want a coffee, you look like you need one?” I asked. For the first time I noticed how cute he was. Dark curly hair with a nice amount of stubble, and his shirt open at the neck to reveal a good amount of hair on his chest. Ah well, I could dream!

“Have a seat” I offered, “I’ll get the coffee”. He grinned, nodded agreement and sat down right beside the tree trunk lying on the floor. I went via the bedroom and threw on my dressing gown instead of the towel. The kettle had boiled by now and it didn’t take long to make the coffee. I was aware of my cock working overtime with a cute young guy in my front room. Fuck, I’d need to be careful that wasn’t obvious. I tightened my dressing gown as I carried the two coffees into the main room. The guy was still sitting on the couch next to the tree, but now had his eyes shut. I reached over with the coffee and, like some sort of slapstick comedy film, tripped over the tree trunk, spilling the hot coffee over him and also my own dressing gown. We both swore simultaneously. “I’m really sorry” I said…. “shit! Are you ok?” “Yeah, it’s ok, just got it on my shirt. Not a disaster”. “I’ll at least dry it off for you, then you can wash it when you get home” I offered. Then I became aware that he was staring down at my midriff, and realized that my dressing gown had fallen open to reveal my cock, semi hard. “Fuck, sorry”, I said, now completely embarrassed.

For a moment there was complete silence, while I adjusted myself. It was as if he was making up his mind. “That’s cool” he said, then grinned, “Good view from where I am………..”. He stood up suddenly and, in one movement pulled his shirt over his head to reveal the hairiest chest I had seen for years, and quite a lot of hair on his back as well. Fuck. Seriously hot.

He came towards me, and pulled on the dressing gown cord. My cock, already completely hard, popped up through the opening. His mouth approached mine and his tongue thrust itself right down my throat. He smelled of the pine from the Christmas trees. His hands were calloused and hard and with his right hand he tweaked one of my nipples hard, causing me to gasp. With his other hand he traced my cock and prodded and stroked me under my cock and all over my balls. He had an insistent touch and already had me completely at his mercy. He knew exactly what he was doing. With my right hand I felt his crotch and could feel his own cock hardening through his jeans. I eased his zip down over the growing bulge as we continued to kiss deeply. Suddenly he broke away and muttered “I don’t have long, mate. Another delivery…” and then, as I released his by now completely hard cock, he kissed me hard again.

Now his right hand had crept round to my arse and one of his fingers was probing my hole as I moaned loudly. I could feel his cock was maybe not that long but was so thick. I broke off the kiss and knelt, taking it in my mouth. It had a slightly salty taste, maybe a hint of piss, and it was so thick it filled my mouth. I swallowed every inch of it, leaving it static in my mouth as he was doing the groaning now. Then I started a piston movement. If he didn’t have much time, I needed to bring him off quickly. “Fuck” he moaned, “Harder, harder”. My motion up and down his cock increased, and it was my turn with my free hand to tease his own hole.  All of a sudden he also dropped down and arranged himself in a 69 position and took my 7 inches in one motion right down his throat. There we were lying head to toe with the Christmas tree and its fresh smell right beside us, sucking for all we were worth. Both of us increased our pace. I could feel the pressure build up in my cock just as, without warning, a huge flood of cum spurted from his cock and down my throat, hardly touching the side…….. fuck, it was a huge load…… but no time to savour it as I was cumming too…… almost simultaneous………

For a moment we lay there looking at each other. He had a dribble of my cum just under his lip. I bent over and licked it up and ate it, and he approached me with his mouth. Our tongues explored each others mouths once more, tasting the cum and swapping the small amount not swallowed between us…….

The moment could only last a short while. “I need to go, mate” he said, wiping his hand on his mouth. I grinned. “Think my flat could take a second tree, do you think?” He looked at me. “Mmm, could be…….”