The walk from the Speak Easy pub to the condo was short but brisk. Light snow was falling, and the mood was festive, illuminated by Christmas lights galore. My boyfriend, the pub owner, was happy with the season and its profits.

We let ourselves into the condo, shaking the snow from our overcoats before entering. “John, we’re home,” my boyfriend James shouted to his roommate. 

No response was received and a quick peek into his bedroom revealed the sounds of the shower in full use.

“He’s in the shower,” he said as he closed his door and simultaneously answered his phone, which was insistently playing a blues riff.

“Okay, I’ll be there in a minute,” he said as he clicked off the call and put his phone back in his pocket. “Trouble at the pub," he said by way of explanation and with a kiss said, "I’ll be back when I get it sorted out.”

In a moment he was gone, locking the door behind him as he left. I felt acutely alone but moved into the living room and relaxed on the couch, smoking a small bowl to help with that effort.

I had removed my snow boots and was lying back enjoying the glow when I heard the bedroom door open.

I was amazed to see John walk into the room, totally naked, drying his hair with a thick towel. The towel obscured his vision so he wasn’t immediately aware of my presence. I could smell the fresh scent of body wash and more obviously, I could see what was between his legs. His body was very lean and hairless with the longest and thickest cock I had ever seen, swinging as he walked.

He went to the stereo and tapped into a smooth jazz channel, his back to me. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist with a firm and muscular ass.

I had been rendered mute by the surprising suddenness of this unique situation, which had been thrust upon me but summoned the courage to clear my throat.

He immediately spun around to face me and said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize anyone was here.”

This apology lacked true sincerity and he stood, unashamed, with the towel around his neck, his hands holding both ends. He noticed the bowl on the table and asked, "Do you mind if I take a hit?”

I cleared my throat and responded meekly, “No”

He moved toward me and was only feet away as he retrieved the bowl and lit it. I was mortified at the fact that I couldn’t take my eyes off of that magnificent cock and the large and smooth pair of huge balls that were swinging below it. I blamed it on the reefer I had just smoked and surrendered myself to the intimate visual.

He loaded the bowl again, lit it, then walked around the table to within three feet of me and offered it to me. I took a hit and as I exhaled, felt myself drift into the peaceful haze, the musky scent of his cock breaking down the barrier that separated my good and bad girl sides. 

I passed the bowl back to him and slid off the couch onto my knees before him. I began to rub his muscular thighs as I gently sucked his smooth balls. I heard him exhale and he bent over and placed the bowl on the table. He twisted his fingers in my hair, pressed my face against his crotch, and said, “Keep sucking my balls.”

I obeyed immediately, feeling small and feminine on my knees, as he towered over me. I alternated sucking and kissing those beautiful balls, looking up at him as he stroked himself. He had his head back and was stroking a full, impressively thick erection. 

He abruptly pulled my head back and pushed his cock down to my mouth and said roughly, “Clean me.” He was referring to a line of clear pre-cum that had oozed out on the swollen head of his cock. I rushed to obey and licked it clean, leaving the head of his cock glistening with my juices.

I opened my mouth and took the head of his cock in without being told and began to move up and down on it. I had a sudden obsession to pleasure that huge dick and make it cum. I wanted to empty those huge balls of every hot, thick, salty drop of cum. He began to moan, which only heightened my arousal. 

I felt him swell and he verbalized what I already knew. “I’m about to cum.” He twisted his fingers in my hair more tightly and then added an order that was strangely exciting to me. “I want you to drink every drop.”

It was already my intention to drink him but I found the intensity and authoritative tone of that order to be very arousing and I set myself to do exactly as I was ordered.

He began to spurt and I struggled mightily to drink the massive amount of cum that shot out of that big dick of his but I accomplished the task that I was ordered to complete. I pulled him out of my mouth, breathing rapidly from the exertion. It was then that I discovered he wasn’t quite finished with me. “Milk me and clean me.” His tone continued to be authoritative and I felt compelled to obey. I squeezed his still semi-erect cock and was rewarded with more of the salty, musky, and slightly bitter nectar which I licked clean. His cock was pristine when I finished and I admired it as it bobbed ever so slightly before my face.

He bent over and kissed me, licking a small amount of his cum from the corner of my mouth and sharing it with me. We continued to share this deep kiss. Finally, he broke free and just before walking away, said, “Merry Christmas.”