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Happy New Year © 2010 Kenn Dahll
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Happy New Year
By Kenn Dahll
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Happy New Year my ass! Last year began with a car accident on the way home from a party. Fortunately neither my lover Zane nor I were injured, but the car needed well over the deductible in repairs. As the year progressive it became worse and worse. Zane lost his job in the spring staying on unemployment for six months. Then, in the summer, we had a major plumbing disaster involving pipes rupturing in the cement under the house.
At my birthday party in August Zane planned a big affair with a couple of strippers from “Boiz ‘R Us.” There we were, twelve guests and the two twinks outside and none of us wearing a stitch of clothing. Zane was on his hands and knees sucking on Tom’s big dick while Tom’s lover Bill fucked Zane’s hot ass. I would have been jealous of Bill except I was occupied fucking Jay, our Thai neighbor with a very tight hole, while Jay swung on Harry’s ebony shaft. Joey, the Italian kid from across the street had his salami up my ass. The others were in similar couplings. The twinks wandered through the orgy, letting someone suck on their dicks, stick fingers up their otherwise unoccupied asses, and, even in a couple of cases, allowed a guest to eat out their hairless butt holes.
Before anyone reached a climax a monumental thunderclap launched a heavy cold rain. Everyone scurried inside shivering from the downpour. The party never really got going again. Lord knows Jay, Joey, and I tried to get the mood back, but it wasn’t the same.
Halloween presented another crisis. Someone else wore the same sexy costume as I wore−Zane called it a “non-costume” it was so skimpy. Damn if he didn’t look a hell of a lot better in it too! Thanksgiving found us both sick with a new variant of the flu.
What seemed to be the final insult took place on our anniversary in mid-December. Zane and I went out to dinner in a fancy restaurant and returned early to exchange gifts. Without any prior discussion we bought each other vibrating dildos−the exact same model, where the head makes a circular motion on the end of the shaft, sort of like it’s drilling into your asshole. We took our little blue pills for stamina then greased up both faux cocks and our assholes.
After a little mutual cocksucking I grabbed a dildo and pressed the vibrating head against Zane’s pucker as he lay on his back legs on my shoulders. “Oh, yes! Stick that mother fucker up my ass!” Zane was always quite verbal during sex which I found exciting.
I took my time stretching his ass lips and inserting the dildo with the vibrator on low. Once through his anal ring I moved the plastic penis in and out while alternating the speed of the pulsations. “Oh! Fuck yes! Give it to me! Yes!” I could tell when I struck Zane’s prostate gland. He yelled louder and his cock drooled copious amounts of precum onto his belly. “Fuck! Damn that feels good! Yes! Yes! I’m getting close. Fuck me with that dildo!”
The bed creaked and groaned as I worked my lover’s ass over with the sex toy. I wanted to take him over the top as I knew he’d be ready for an instant replay, which would be even more intense. “Oh! Oh! Fuck! Yes! I’m coming!” Zane’s voice went really high and his body shuddered as he blew a load onto his torso and face.
“Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!” he sighed as his dick throbbed for one final spurt of cum. “Whew, that was fun!!” Zane gathered up a finger full of his creamy discharge and sucked it clean. “Yum!” I fed him the remainder of the gelatinous mess on his body which he consumed eagerly.
“Now it’s my turn to treat your ass to the delights of a vibrating dildo.” Zane picked up the other plastic cock, covered it with a condom, lubed it up, and then told me to get on my back and raise my legs. “Higher! Over your head. I want an unobstructed view of your pucker getting screwed.”
I assumed the position and relaxed as Zane teased my ass lips with the vibrator, turning the speed slower and faster, pressing on the center of my anal starfish while probing deep with a finger. The prick even ran the pulsing fake dong over my balls then up and down my hard shaft. Once he felt I was ready, which coincided with the return of his erection, he inserted the thick dildo into my rectum.
“Ow!” I yelped as the hard material broke through my sphincter. “That fucker is fat!”
“Yeah, but you can take it. I’ve seen you fucked by bigger cocks than this.” Zane jabbed another couple of inches into my shitter, smirking as I winced from the pain. “Take it slut! You like a big thing up your hole.”
“Not as much as you do!” I snapped back as I lowered my legs and pushed him over into the doggie position. With the dildo still embedded in my ass, I squatted between his thighs letting a little of my weight rest on the sex toy as I pounded Zane’s ass.
CRACK! “What the fuck!” We yelled out in unison as the bed fell to the floor.
“Ouch! That fucking hurts!” I screamed as my weight falling on the upright dildo thrust it a hell of a lot deeper. “Get the fucker out! Shit that hurts! Damn! Ow! Oh fuck!” I was in serious pain with tears streaming down my face. Zane managed to uncouple from my cock and get out from under me. He pulled the vibrator out but the condom went in so deeply it slipped off, remaining in my bowels. Zane fished around with a couple of fingers and managed to extricate it. Needless to say the evening was ruined. Worse yet, my asshole was sore for days afterwards. Fortunately Zane and I each have a great sense of humor and enjoyed watching the video of the bed’s demise and my impalement.
Tonight is New Year’s Eve. Zane and I hope to break last year’s string of calamities. We are dining at a new gay restaurant and things are going smoothly. The food and wine are fantastic and we met two very attractive couples seated on either side of us. Zane with Brian, a gorgeous blue eyed blond, on his right and Steve, a brooding Latino hunk, on his left is seated on a banquette against the wall. Brian’s partner Jeff, a sexy black man, is on a chair to my left and Ben, the classic tall dark and handsome type, is opposite Steve.
The six of us flirt with each other shamelessly. Joking about who’s a bottom and how big our cocks are. When the dessert is served we are discussing a “dinner party slash orgy” at our place. The strawberry shortcake served with champagne is timed for midnight. The room erupts in cheers for the televised scene from Times Square and joins in the countdown to the ball drop and the New Year.
Accompanied by cries of “Happy New Year!” Zane leans forward to kiss me. The banquette seat flips up and dumps him onto the table which falls and knocks me onto the floor on my back. Trapped under the table as plates of shortcake and gasses of champagne cascade on my face and chest, I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. Zane panics. “Fuck! Not another year!” He tries to disentangle himself and stand but every time he pushes down I’m more securely pinioned under the table.
To their credit our four new friends don’t laugh as the rest of the small café’s customers look on in alarm. Brian and Steve help Zane stand and pull the table off of me. Ben, who I find to be the hottest of the group kneels on the floor next to me and scoops up some of the whipped cream from the shortcakes, which landed on my chest. In an exaggerated parody of eating cum he slurps it off his fingers. The other three and Zane join Ben and four pairs of hands roam over my body, wiping up the cake and eating it, pinching my tits, groping my balls, stroking my soon hard dick through my jeans−all in the pretext of cleaning me up.
“Screw this joint. Let’s go to our place,” I suggest, “and have that orgy now to kick off a fucking fabulous new year!”
The End
ABOUT KENN DAHLL
Kenn is a sixty-something man living in the gay ghetto called Wilton Manors, Florida. More than twenty years ago he submitted a short story to a magazine contest and won a year’s subscription. Since then he has written many stories, none of which he submitted for publication until recently. He is thrilled to be published in three Alyson Books anthologies: Island Boys published August 2008, Best Gay Love Stories 2009 published November 2008, and Best Gay Love Stories of 2010 published August 2009. Generally, he says he sees a hot man and constructs a fantasy story around him. Sometime, a situation inspires him and a story will take shape in his mind, which is then populated from his imagination. As a bureaucrat in local government, Kenn claims to find few outlets outside of fiction for his innate creativity and is pleased others are interested in reading what he writes.
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