“Hey, what’s this?” he exclaimed, opening his eyes and jerking his head back to observe the object that Hutch was holding in his hand. It was a candy cane.<\/p>\n
“No fair, Hutch! I said a treat, not a trick!”<\/p>\n
“Who says that was a trick? Don’t you consider a candy cane to be a treat?”<\/p>\n
“No, I don’t, and neither do you. And it’s most certainly not better than an enchilada with extra onions.”<\/p>\n
“Oh I see, next time I should just shove an enchilada in your mouth then, huh?”<\/p>\n
“You better shove your cock in my mouth right now, before I shove an enchilada down your throat with a double dose of extra onions.”<\/p>\n
“Would that enchilada be long and stiff or short and floppy?”<\/p>\n
“How ’bout I pull it outta my pants and we can find out?”<\/p>\n
“What?” Hutch laughed. “Are we mixing metaphors now?”<\/p>\n
“Mix this, hotshot. Now sit down and close those beautiful blue eyes of yours.” Hutch did as he was told, as Starsky, now standing in front of the sofa, unbuttoned his super-tight, low-waisted jeans and shoved them roughly, along with his underwear, down to mid-thigh.<\/p>\n
“Open wide,” Starsky commanded, “and stick out your tongue, like you’re catching falling snow from above. Snow\u2026snow\u2026snowwww-ohhh,” he singsonged off key. Hutch laughed and parted his lips in compliance as Starsky plunged his cock into his partner’s eager mouth.<\/p>\n
“Now tell me, does this taste better than a candy cane?”<\/p>\n
Hutch nodded in the affirmative.<\/p>\n
“Does it taste better than an enchilada with extra onions?”<\/p>\n
Hutch mumbled something in reply.<\/p>\n
“What was that?”<\/p>\n
Pulling his mouth away briefly, he repeated his answer. “You know I don’t like enchiladas, Starsk.”<\/p>\n
Starsky pushed himself back into Hutch’s mouth and gently rocked back and forth. “Does it taste better than those putrefied goat’s milk shakes you like to indulge in every morning?”<\/p>\n
Hutch reluctantly pulled away again to answer. “I’m not sure I can compare your cock to my morning shake. It’s like comparing apples to oranges, seeing as how one’s a solid and one’s a liquid.”<\/p>\n
“Okay, then,” Starsky replied, thrusting in and out of Hutch’s mouth. “Oh yeah, that’s good, babe.” For a few minutes, there was no further conversation as both men concentrated on what was happening, the only sounds that of Starsky’s grunts and moans.<\/p>\n
“Oh, yeah, oh!” Starsky exclaimed, trembling as he let out a warm stream of white liquid that coated Hutch’s tongue and dribbled down the side of his mouth. “There’s a more fair comparison\u2026oh\u2026,” Starsky sighed before continuing, “\u2026now compare that to your morning shake, Blue Eyes.”<\/p>\n
“Mmm,” Hutch replied, licking his lips and swallowing. He stood up and pushed Starsky a few feet back until they were standing under the sprig of mistletoe that hung from the ceiling. “That was definitely better than my morning shake.” He pulled Starsky in for a kiss.<\/p>\n
“I told ya it would be. It’s all natural, too.”<\/p>\n
“In fact, from now on, I think I might want to change my morning routine. I’d like to have what you’re serving.”<\/p>\n
“Glad you see it my way. Now how ’bout I taste your milkshake? And I don’t mean the one you concoct in your blender.” Starsky looked up briefly at the mistletoe, and then kneeled down in front of Hutch as he slowly began to unbutton his partner’s jeans.<\/p>\n
When he’d pushed them down far enough, he tugged on Hutch’s underwear, grabbed hold of Hutch’s cock and kissed it gently all over before plunging his mouth over it eagerly, sucking it down his throat as far as he could.<\/p>\n
Hutch looked down at Starsky and grabbed a handful of curls as his partner worked his way up and down from shaft to tip. “Oh yeah\u2026like just that, Starsk\u2026your mouth feels so good on my cock\u2026oh\u2026I’m gonna come soon\u2026”<\/p>\n
Starsky pressed his lips down hard and worked his tongue around the tip as Hutch’s moans intensified.<\/p>\n
“Mmm…Starsk\u2026I want to wash your hair with snow\u2026mmm\u2026ahh\u2026” Shuddering violently, Hutch pulled out of Starsky’s mouth just in time to unload himself all over his partner’s dark curls, the translucent white liquid slowly dripping down onto Starsky’s face.<\/p>\n
His legs trembling, Hutch leaned against Starsky and held onto his partner’s shoulders to steady himself, catching his breath before continuing. “Ya know something, Starsk?” he panted.<\/p>\n
“What?” Starsky asked, wrapping his arms around Hutch’s legs and leaning his head contentedly against his partner’s warm stomach.<\/p>\n
“Seems we had a white Christmas after all. Merry Christmas, partner.”<\/p>\n
“\u2026may your days be merry and bright, and may all your Christmases be white\u2026” Starsky sang along enthusiastically with the closing lyrics as Hutch stood up and turned off the TV. “That’s my favorite Christmas movie. I miss havin’ a white Christmas,” he mused wistfully. “Don’t you, Hutch?” “Sometimes. Although I don’t exactly miss the … Continue reading “December 19th- White Christmas by Daisy Morgan”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,10,12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-338","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-fic","category-nsfw","category-slash"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2021\/calendar\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/338","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2021\/calendar\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2021\/calendar\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2021\/calendar\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2021\/calendar\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=338"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2021\/calendar\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/338\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":581,"href":"https:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2021\/calendar\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/338\/revisions\/581"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2021\/calendar\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=338"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2021\/calendar\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=338"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2021\/calendar\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=338"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}![\"\"](\"https:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2021\/calendar\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/12\/WhiteChristmas.jpg\")
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