December 20th: A Very Special Advent Calendar by Renée Starskinson

Starsky saw an object sitting on the kitchen table. “What’s that?”

“I made you an Advent calendar,” Hutch said, beaming.

Starsky took a closer look. It was a tower of toilet paper tubes, stacked in the shape of a Christmas tree, and wrapped in green paper. The openings in the front were covered with red tissue paper and numbered randomly from one to twenty-four.

“Tomorrow’s December 1st, so do I get to open the first one?” Starsky asked eagerly.

“Yep.”

“Terrific!”

December 1st

“Hey Hutch! Wake up! It’s mornin’!”

“For goodness sake, Starsky. It’s 5:30,” he said, rubbing his eyes.

“I know, and it’s been December 1st for five and a half hours. Come on!” Starsky pulled him to the kitchen. “Can I do it now?” he asked, positioning his finger at number one.

“Sure,” Hutch replied, smiling at his partner’s eagerness.

Starsky poked a hole in the paper, tearing it to reveal its contents. He pulled out something in a piece of paper and unwrapped it. It was a chocolate Hersey’s Kiss. After popping it in his mouth, he read the note, “HEAD.” He looked at Hutch, puzzled.

Hutch sat Starsky in a chair, then seductively moved his fingers through the thick curls, gently messaging his scalp. He kneaded his forehead and temples, then moved down to the base of his skull, making Starsky moan in pleasure.

December 2nd

Starsky read “KISS”. Hutch pulled Starsky into his arms. He held the back of the curly head and pushed his tongue into his mouth, plundering it. The blond ended by kissing his luscious lips until they were bruised and swollen.

December 3rd

The note said “RIGHT EAR”. Hutch tilted Starsky’s head to the side and traced the outline with his tongue. Then he dipped his hot, wet taste organ inside the canal, causing Starsky to squirm.

December 4th

“LEFT EAR”. Hutch slowly traced his finger along the rim of Starsky’s ear. He tugged on his lobe while whispering all the dirty things he wanted to do to him, and the brunet’s cock swelled.

December 5th

Starsky read “NECK”. The blond massaged the tense muscles at the back of his neck and moved to the front to lick his Adam’s apple. He finished by licking and sucking his throat, leaving tiny hickeys.

December 6th

“RIGHT NIPPLE”. Hutch sucked and lapped at his right nipple until it was erect. Then he caught the hard nub between his teeth, gently pulling it. The dark-haired man whimpered and arched up.

December 7th

The note said “LEFT NIPPLE”. Hutch made the nipple stiff with his mouth again, then suddenly pinched it hard.

“Oww! That hurt!” Starsky yelled, pushing Hutch’s hand away to rub out the pain.

“Then you won’t like this either.” He held a binder clip in front of Starsky’s face.

As soon as Starsky saw it, he jumped off the bed. “Hutch, no! You’re not gonna put that on my nipple!” He covered his nipples with his hands and ran away.

December 8th

“RIGHT FOOT”. The flaxen-haired man massaged Starsky’s bare foot, pressing his thumb into pressure points on the bottom. After that, he took all five toes into his mouth and sensually sucked, causing the brunet to admit that it felt really good.

December 9th

“LEFT FOOT”. Hutch emerged with a bottle of nail polish that one of his lady friends had left.

“What the hell? You puttin’ nail polish on my toes?” Starsky asked, alarmed.

“Yeah. Ya like this color?” The blond held up a bottle of bright red polish.

“How am I supposed to walk around with that on?”

“You’re not wearing sandals, so no one will see it.”

“But they’ll see it when I take a shower at the station.”

“Then you can take it off after today, okay?”

Starsky sighed. “Okay.” He let his lover happily paint the toenails on his left foot red.

December 10th

This morning’s note read “RIGHT ARM”.  Hutch massaged his shoulder, bicep, and forearm, then buried his face in his armpit. When he rubbed his nose in the hollow, Starsky began to giggle.

December 11th

“LEFT ARM”.  After telling Starsky not to wear deodorant, Hutch licked his armpit. The brunet tried to squirm away, but Hutch wrestled him to the floor and kept on licking. He didn’t stop until the brunet screamed “Uncle.”

December 12th

After popping the chocolate kiss in his mouth, Starsky read “RIGHT HAND”. The tall blond leisurely pulled each finger and massaged his knuckles. He rubbed the bones in his palm, which elicited a sigh from his dark-haired lover.

December 13th

“Left Hand”. Starsky looked seriously at his lover. “Hutch, don’t put any polish on my fingers, okay? It was hell getting it off my toes.”

“I won’t, Starsk.” Hutch grasped his hand, brought it to his lips, and slowly sucked his index finger. He imagined the small digit was his partner’s cock and devoured the other fingers in turn, causing Starsky to close his eyes as he enjoyed it.

December 14th

The note said “STOMACH”. Hutch swirled his tongue inside the hollow of Starsky’s navel, causing him to moan softly and thrust up. He licked a line from his navel to his groin, then gently rubbed the firm abs in a circular motion, letting his fingers brush the dark pubic hairs. Starsky lay there, taking in the wonderful sensation.

December 15th  

“GROIN”. Starsky shouted, “Yes!”

“Happy, huh?” Hutch grinned.

“Hell, yeah! We’ve finally arrived at my favorite body part. Hutch, you’re not gonna stop before I come, are ya?”

“No, buddy.” He applied his fellatio skills to bring Starsky off, mouthing his balls until the brunet writhed. Next, he devoured his cock like it was a delicious, melting ice cream cone. When Hutch squeezed his sac while going down on him, Starsky exploded, screaming his name.

December 16th

“RIGHT INNER THIGH”. After going to the kitchen, Hutch brought back a bottle of chocolate sauce and poured the sweet syrup along the inside of Starsky’s thigh from groin to knee. He very slowly licked the line of chocolate until it was gone, leaving the brunet quivering with a weeping cock.

December 17th

“LEFT INNER THIGH”. Hutch slid his fingers to the crease where hip meets leg and lovingly rubbed the sensitive skin while looking deeply into the brunet’s eyes, making the experience more erotic.

December 18th

The note said “PERINEUM”. Starsky knew about this part and anxiously got on his elbows with his ass high in the air. Hutch knelt behind him and gently rubbed and licked the sensitive area.

“Ahhh, Hutch!” he shouted, orgasming immediately.

December 19th

The next day said “BACK”. Hutch poured sandalwood oil into his palm and massaged it into the small of his back as well as his upper back. He kneaded the tense muscles, with Starsky sighing in pleasure.

December 20th

“BACK OF LEGS”. Hutch’s hands kneaded the tight muscles in his calves and thighs. And Starsky groaned and relaxed into it.

December 21st

When Starsky read the word this morning, he chuckled. “BUTTOCKS”. He always thought that was a weird word for ass. He placed his palms on the wall with his ass out. Hutch gripped the muscular globes and massaged his cheeks, causing Starsky’s cockhead to press against the wall.

December 22nd

“CRACK,” Starsky read. “So more ass action, huh?” He grinned.

Hutch chuckled and sucked his index finger, then slid it leisurely up and down the brunet’s crack. Afterwards, he spread the cheeks and dipped his tongue inside, leaving a hot, wet trail along the narrow crevice, driving Starsky wild.

December 23rd

This morning’s word was “PROSTATE”.

“Terrific! You’re gonna hit my pleasure button?”

“That’s what it says.” Hutch lubed his finger and gently pushed it inside Starsky’s anus.

When Hutch hit the target, Starsky cried out, “Oh God, Hutch!”

The blond devilishly did it a few more times, until the brunet begged for mercy.

December 24th

Starsky was at the table with his chin resting on his palm.

“What’s the matter, babe?” Hutch asked.

“Today’s the last day,” he said, with sad puppy dog eyes.

“Yep, it’s Christmas Eve.”

“So there’s one more body part in there, huh?”

“Mm-hmm.” He smiled.

Starsky pulled out the last note. After eating the Hershey’s Kiss, he opened it and glanced at his blond lover, perplexed. “There’s nothin on it.”

“That’s because you have to tell me.”

“Ya, I have to tell you what I want.”

Hutch nodded.

He thought about it, then got a pen and wrote something on the paper. After folding it, Starsky placed it inside the tube. “I want you to take it out.”

Hutch pulled out the paper and narrowed his eyes at the dark-haired man.

“Go head. Open it and read it,” Starsky ordered, smiling.

The blond read the note aloud, “HUTCH.” He looked at his lover, puzzled.

“Blintz, that means I want you. I want you to make love to me.”

“You want that to be your last gift?” he asked, somewhat surprised.

“Yeah, and I want it to be my gift to you.”

Hutch still wasn’t getting it.

“Hutch, babe, for twenty-three days, you’ve given me twenty-three gifts. Amazing gifts. Now I want to give you one.”

Tears welled in his pale blue eyes. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Just tell me where ya want me.”

“Um, I guess on the bed.”

Starsky jogged to the bedroom, stripped, and laid on his stomach with a pillow under his ass, lifting it.

After removing his clothes, Hutch crawled onto the mattress. He got lube and coated two of his fingers, then pushed them into Starsky’s hole, preparing him. Next, Hutch applied some to his cock and gradually sank into the brunet’s tight opening. He began to slam into him when Hutch realized he needed to see his lover’s beautiful face. So he pulled out and flipped Starsky on his back, putting his legs on his shoulders. He entered him again and gripped the brunet’s cock, pumping it along with his thrusts. Soon, both men were shouting each other’s names, coming hard.

“Thank you, babe,” Starsky said, leaning up to kiss Hutch’s soft lips.

“Believe me, it was my pleasure,” the blond admitted, caressing the dark curls.

“I guess we should get ready for work, huh?” Starsky asked, sadly.

“No. I got Dobey to give us the day off, but we’ll be on call Christmas Day.”

“That’s okay. Besides, we already gave each other our Christmas presents,” Starsky stated, snuggling closer to his fair-haired love.

“So, I guess you don’t want the gift I got you,” Hutch told him with a knowing smile.

Starsky sat up to look into Hutch’s face. “You got me a Christmas present?”

“Yeah, mushbrain.” Hutch reached into the nightstand, handing him a small box.

Starsky ripped off the paper and opened it. His sapphire eyes widened. “A Yamamoto Reflex with a platinum band!”

Hutch shrugged. “I felt bad about what happened to the other one.”

“Thanks, Babe!” Starsky gave Hutch a deep kiss, then uttered, “Hold on.” He hopped out of bed, took a small box out of the dresser, and handed it to Hutch.

“You got me something too?”

“Yeah. Open it.”

After opening the box, Hutch’s sky-blue eyes brightened. It was a brass belt buckle with images of a star and a crescent moon engraved on it.

“I figured you could put it on that leather belt you bought last year.” He grinned.

“Starsk, it’s beautiful. I love it.” Hutch leaned in and kissed his lover passionately. After that, they settled into each other’s arms.

“Merry Christmas, Gordo.”

“Merry Christmas, Blondie. And thanks for makin’ the best Advent calendar EVER!”

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