Sandy​​

I do a sweep around the block and enter the store. It’s busier than I’d expect a sex store to be. I guess Christmas is a-giving even in the carnal department.

There’s a line for the check-out that I definitely don’t look forward to standing in.

Well, until I actually have something to purchase I don’t have to. Hopefully by the time I find the perfect gift for Val it will have gone down.

I go around the aisles and look at the store’s merchandise. Dildos, buttplugs and whips galore. But I want more than just a toy. And no, I’m certainly not looking for a gift with meaning. He’s going to have plenty of those. I want something fun and different. As soon as I think it, my gaze lands on it.

The Sex Toy Advent Calendar.

I’ve never seen anything like that before, but I gravitate toward the box—the last one in the store—and attempt to pick it up.

Only to have the box disappear from my grasp.

I turn to the guy standing next to me and I prepare my fist to clock him.

“Hey! I saw it first,” I tell the guy. He’s tall and blond and wearing a cap and shades. Indoors.

My eyes narrow. That’s exactly what Val does when he tries to go incognito.

“Well, I’m sorry but I’ve been standing closer to it,” he says.

His voice sounds familiar, but I can’t quite place him. If only he took his sunglasses off.

“As if that’s a valid shotgun rule. I reached for it first,” I tell him.

“And I took it because I’ve been staring at it longer,” he replies and turns his back to me.

“Oh, you’re not walking away from me. I’ve been looking for a gift for ages. I want this one,” I say and point to the humongous box between his hands.

“Too bad it’s mine then.” The bastard has the audacity to pat my shoulder and wish me luck next time.

As he walks away from me I pull the box from his hands and he drops one corner, so I take the opportunity to grab it.

Which is how we end up in a game of tug-a-war in the middle of the aisle.

“I’d rather not make a scene,” the guy says.

“Ditto,” I reply. “You’re famous aren’t you?”

The way his head snaps from left to right gives me the answer I need.

“Oh my God. Who are you? I know you, right?” I ask him and I try to take a peak behind his glasses.

“No, you don’t,” he says.

“It’s okay, you know. I won’t tell anyone. I’m… a talent manager,” I tell him.

“And I’m not interested.” He tries to pull the box to him but I pull too.

“I wasn’t offering anything. I just meant—”

I don’t know what it is, if it’s the way the light hits him, or the angle of his face, or the cap shaping the shadows on his cheeks but it all clicks.

“You’re Dawson Eldred,” I whisper-shout.

The guy confirms my suspicion by the way he jumps.

“Keep it down, will you,” he reprimands me but I start laughing.

“Don’t worry, dude. Your secret’s safe with me. Oh my God. I can’t believe you’re here. I’m Val King’s boyfriend.”

Dawson lowers his head and looks at me from the top of his glasses, tipping his cap upward.

“Fuck me, you are,” he says.

“I’d rather not. I’m in a committed relationship thank you very much,” I say.

“So am I,” he coughs.

“Yes. I know. With Leo Karras,” I say. “I’ve been following your story on Instagram. You guys are hot together.”

Dawson is a Hollywood A-list actor and his boyfriend, well he’s done it all. Model, boyband singer, and now actor. Their story was all over the internet when they posted their picture online.

“Listen what are we going to do about this?” He points at the box and I sigh.

I hate losing, but there’s no chance I can take it away from him.

“Fine. Take it. Go to your boyfriend. And when he climaxes you can tell him to think of me,” I say.

Dawson laughs. “I will most definitely not tell him that.”

“Touché.”

Dawson walks away from me.

“And if you guys are ever on the lookout for a confidential foursome, Tweet me,” I add.

He shakes his head.

Whatever. I can’t say I didn’t try. And just because Dawson walked away with the best sexy present ever doesn’t mean I can’t replicate it.

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Val

Day 1

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I’ve been so patient. I haven’t dared take a peak. And I have no idea what the numbers on the boxes are. That is until Sandy tells me.

“Okay, baby, each box corresponds to a number and each number corresponds to the day in December. Which means you’ve got 24 presents to go through,” he says.

I look from him to the pile of boxes under the tree and back to him.

“Really? So like an advent calendar right?”

“Exactly like an advent calendar. Only this one has a twist,” he says.

I laugh.

“What? You’re telling me there’s no chocolate in any of the boxes?”

Sandy shrugs with a naughty smirk on his face that I wipe away with a kiss.

“There may be chocolate. I can neither confirm nor deny.”

“Fine. I’ll see for myself. Can I open the first one?”

Sandy bobs his head fast as if he’s also excited to see what’s inside. Well, he’s probably excited to see my reaction.

I reach for the first box and tear the wrapping paper.

“Considering it took me forever to wrap everything, can you at least pretend you care about my attention to detail and not decimate my wrapping?”

I roll my eyes and ignore him. I pull the remaining of the wrapping paper to reveal a…

“A butt plug?” I ask.

He smirks again.

“Is this supposed to be for me or for you?”

Sandy drapes his arms around my head hooking them around my neck as he sits in my lap chest to chest.

“I’m open to discussion,” he says.

“Are you?” I ask him and slap his butt.

I pull the elastic of his pajamas down and I spit on my fingers, rubbing them all over his hole.

“Let’s see if it fits,” I tell him.

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Day 5

“Ah huh!” I say when I open the fifth box and find a tub of chocolate.

I unscrew the lid and find it’s all liquid so I read the description.

“Get naked,” I order Sandy.

“Uhm, I think not,” he says. “Those gifts are for you. How come I’m the only one trying them?”

“I can take the butt plug off you, if you want,” I tell him and look down at his hips.

“I don’t. It’s fine where it is,” Sandy says and slaps his own butt.

“So why are you complaining?”

“Because so far I’m the one putting on the cuffs and getting spanked.”

“I am wearing the cock ring from yesterday’s box,” I say.

“Good. You’re still getting naked so I can paint your body with chocolate and then eat it,” he says.

“That’s going to be messy.”

Sandy raises an eyebrow.

“You didn’t seem to care when you told me to take my clothes off,” he says.

I shrug.

“I don’t know what to tell you.”

Sandy snatches the tub from my hands and pouts.

“You don’t need to tell me anything. Strip!” he says.

I love it when he gets bossy. I don’t even need a cock ring when he’s in the mood for ordering me around.

“Fine,” I say with fake annoyance. “But you should know this borders on abuse.”

“Cry me a river, King. I’m licking chocolate off you whether you like it or not.”

“Like it?” I say midway through taking my shirt off. “I love it, silly.”

I lean over and lock lips with him.

“I love you,” I say.

Sandy moans in response and my cock pulses with need.

If the gifts are this good on day five, I don’t know what the hell I’m in for by Christmas Eve.

But I can’t wait to find out.

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Day 14

“Are you trying to tell me something?” I ask Sandy and he laughs.

“Uhm… no,” he replies but he can’t contain his laughter.

“So what am I supposed to think when my boyfriend buys me a masturbator? Are you sick of sucking me?” I ask.

“Hell no.”

“Then what?”

Sandy crawls over to my lap and I encompass him with my arms. He takes the box in his hand and shows me the writing.

“It’s not just any old masturbator, babe. It’s an air-pressure masturbator. It’s supposed to feel… different. Idiot. It’ll be fun to try,” he says.

“Air-pressure huh?”

He nods.

“Okay. Why the hell not?”

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Day  21

“By the time we’re done, we’ll need a separate room for all these sex toys,” I say to him only to get a laugh in response as he walks in the room.

He passes me a cup of hot cocoa--topped with whipped cream and marshmallows of course--and sits down on the cushions scattered on the floor in front of the fireplace.

This holiday has been the most fun ever. It’s not just the gifts. It’s that I get to  experience it all with him.

The cozy feeling of sitting next to the one you love while the fire is keeping you warm. Waking up with stone-cold feet and rubbing them on your  partner. To their frustration.

Decorating a Christmas tree together and arguing about the ornaments and the color theme. Apparently I have no color coordination. Said the color-blind guy.

And yeah, the pleasure and pleasurable pain of sex with him. It’s the best holiday season ever. And I don’t want it to end.

Sandy passes me the box marked with “21” and I unwrap it.

“Awww, another toy for you,” I say but Sandy laughs.

“I’m sorry. My hole is full. You’ll have to put those beads up your ass,” he says.

I take a sip of the hot cocoa and the temperature of my whole body skyrockets.

“I guess. If I must,” I laugh.

“Oh you must. You definitely must.”

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* * *

Day 24

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The last box is tiny. I have no idea what kind of sex toy it could be but my interest is piqued.

Sandy spends all day in the kitchen with Magda cooking our Christmas dinner and the whole house smells divine.

Not that I’m surprised. Sandy is a great cook. He can make anything and make it so mouthwatering you become instantly addicted to whatever you’re eating.

What does surprise me however is when Magda and Jorge join us for dinner. And not because I don’t want them there, but because I’d have thought they’d want to be at home with their families.

“This is delicious. Thank you Magda,” I say when I have a taste of the turkey.

“You don’t have to thank me, chulo. It was all Sandy,” she says.

“Well, no. You helped. A lot,” he says.

Magda huffs while chewing and dismisses him with a wave of her hand.

“How’s Christmas going so far for you Val?” Jorge asks and I can’t help but smile at his warm, kind gaze.

Let’s see.

I’m free.

I can do whatever I want.

I’ve got a great guy by my side.

And real friends. My very own family.

“Pretty decent,” I say.

Sandy sets his silverware down, walks to the Christmas tree and takes the small box from underneath.

When he sits back down, he passes it to me.

“Uhm… no,” I say and look from Magda to Jorge.

“What do you mean no?” Jorge laughs.

I stare at Sandy and I hope he gets my message telepathically.

“Open it,” he laughs.

“Can’t it wait?” I ask.

“It doesn’t have to.”

“It’s a bit inappropriate, don’t you think?”

“What’s inappropriate about a present?” Magda asks.

I look back at Sandy.

“Anything by him is inappropriate.”

“Val, sweetie? Open the damn box,” he says.

Three sets of eyes are staring at me and I’m a sucker for peer pressure.

So I do. I open it.

And I find the best gift of all.

A ring.

“Mr. Thorne, are you proposing to me?”

Sandy shrugs.

“You don’t know or you don’t care?”

Everyone at the table laughs.

“What do you think, idiot?”

I look from him to the ring and back to him. We’ve been together for two years. Our lust has turned to love. Our passion to undying devotion. And our cocks might fall off due to overuse.

“Yes,” I say.

“Yes, what?” he asks. “Yes is not an answer to my question.”

I roll my eyes.

“I think… I think you’re proposing to me,” I say, putting emphasis on every word. “And if you are, my answer is yes.”

“Finally,” he says and gets up to give me a kiss and to put the ring on my finger.

“By the way, this is a dummy gift. The real advent gift will have to wait for when we’re alone,” he whispers in my ear.

“Of course,” I say.

Because of course he would do that. Because he’s as sex-crazed as he is romantic and I love him both of those sides of him.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” I whisper in his ear.

“Merry Christmas, my king,” he says.

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Are you interested in Hollywood A-list actor Dawson Eldred’s story? And who his boyfriend is? And how they got together?

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You can check it out now in Fresh Start, the first book in my small town series, Cedarwood Beach.