Flash Sentry's Secret Santa.

Thursday had been spent with his computer looking at the pictures a few times more before his mother came up and knocked to see if he was ill. To show he wasn’t, he jogged the whole way to Fluttershy’s house and bribed her brother into sneaking it into her breakfast cereal the next morning. But his mother was right about one thing, something was occupying his mind completely. Flash had been thinking about his secret santa most of the night. By now he was completely sure there was more behind this than just giving great gifts. And he had no idea who it was. Most probably a guy, but he couldn't be completely sure… Anyway, today was the big day. The reveal. But first, the last gift, of course. He was glad he had gotten his part over with so he could concentrate on finding his own last gift. He ran through the doors and opened his locker with a bang when he arrived at school. But there was nothing out of the ordinary. He also spent half an hour in the library in case... Nothing. After lunch, while walking through the corridor and talking about this weekend’s rehearsal with his bandmates (And the eternal question whether to add someone on keyboard or not) As they turned a corner and passing through a group of students he felt someone on his right bump into him, and something be put in his pocket. But when he looked around, he saw nothing special. The student group was already passed them and he find himself staring at Ringo, who stared back at him in confusion. Flash shot him a glance. It could be Ringo...But no. He knew Ringo was two things: Taken and straight. However, he WAS a bass player. He would know picks. ...But so did a lot of people on the school. There were more than one guitarist around. He also shot Brawley Beats a glance but thought nah. Brawley cares about drums, and nothing but drums. He would get married to a snare if he could. After finishing their discussion and the others going away on their own business, Flash finally found opportunity to look what had been put in his pocket. It was a note, with a few words texted in capital letters.

AFTER LUNCH. THE OLD LOCKERS. SECOND BOOTH ON THE LEFT.

Flash frowned. There was no booths in the locker rooms everyone knew that. But they had written Old locker rooms… He must have been standing still, deep in thought for a while, because there was someone calling out to him.

“Hey Flash! Stop picturing me naked and look up!”
It was Rainbow Dash, with Soarin in tow walking by.

“Because you can hope all you want but the answer is no. I’m taken, baby.”

“Ha ha. Why would I even ask that, you know that I…”

“I’m that awesome. Everyone wants the Dash. Even you.”

“Not funny Rainbow...” He shook his head. He could handle a few idiots but Rainbow...

“You know what Dash. I am going to ignore you being a huge idiot and ask you something. Do you know if we have any other locker rooms than the ones next to the gym?”

“Hmmm...No. That’s the only ones I've seen. Why you asking? ...Looking for places to drag boys?”

“Rainbow…”

“Hey, just asking! And I still think it’s okay wanting to know why you’re asking.”

“I… Um… We’re...looking for some new rehearsing space! Yeah! And someone said something about old locker rooms.”

“Oh? Well if you find them, check if there’s two! The Rainbooms could use some more space and my parents basement isn’t really that good. Also, mom’s stomping cuts through the singing.”

“Perhaps Rainbow. Depends. Apologize.”

“Fine fine… I’m sorry, the comment was rude. Anyway, I don’t know anything about any old lockers so… well, good luck searching. Come on Soarin.”

“Hey, wait a minute!” Soarin spoke up, “I think I know… You know the racetrack were the friendship games took place? Behind the stretchers there’s a low yellow building. I cut the lawn on summer break and one of the guys said they used to go there so smoke unnoticed. That’s my best guess anyway.”

Flash decided that this was the best he would get, and he almost ran through school and out to the race tracks to see if Soarin was right. He found them almost immediately. A low yellow building, old, and pretty rough but still standing. Three of the doors had rather new shiny locks, which he assumed meant they were used as storage rooms. But the fourth one had no lock and also, the door was slightly ajar. He looked around him. Noone there. He slipped in behind the door and immediately found himself in a room filled with rows of hooks, benches, and a dark hole that probably led in to the showers. The sunlight was slipping in through the dirty windows but it was hard to see anything clear. He produced his phone from his pocket and turned on the flashlight. He was surprised that the room didn’t look worse. Sure, it was rough but not dusty. A few traces in the floor told him this was the place where the soccer goals was stored during winter. He also found the booths pretty quick. There were four of them, on the short right wall. The second on the left? Well… There was one with an open door. It was a bit creepy and he swallowed but in the end he walked in. The booth was empty however and he sat down on the bench to wait. He looked at his phone to see what time it was, and he brought up the note to see if he was late. He frowned. It said “after lunch”. That was not a time. He was considering leaving and waiting outside in the daylight, but then he heard a sound from the booth to his right. Low careful footsteps. Then a gentle knock. And then a small piece of the wall removed, revealing a round hole. Flash stood up. He wasn't the world's most experienced guy, but he know well enough what this was. (Lightning had shown him some 70’s gay porn as some kind of acceptation rite and it had frequently featured those installments.)

A gloryhole. He was prepared to use his flashlight but decided against it… secret santa was supposed to be a secret. He didn't turn it off, he just left it on the bench, so that he at least could see what he was doing. A note was passed through the hole. Flash took it and read WELCOME. THIS IS YOUR THIRD GIFT. PLEASE CLOSE YOUR DOOR.

Flash did as he was asked. As soon as the door was shut, another note was passed. YOUR THIRD GIFT… I SUPPOSE YOU CAN GUESS WHAT THAT IS. IF YOU WANT THAT… KNOCK THREE TIMES AND PRESENT YOUR… -the next word was written with a much more shaky hand- DICK THROUGH THE HOLE. IF YOU DON'T WANT THIS… SAY “NO” LOUD AND CLEAR, THEN WAIT FIVE MINUTES AND LEAVE. NO HARD FEELINGS.

Flash wasn't sure. The situation was exciting and he felt that at least ONE part of himself was ready. But it was a strange situation and he wasn't completely comfortable. However, the note was so polite that he felt a kinship with his secret santa. This was someone after his mind. Also, he was getting pretty excited and his dick was getting hard as a damn drumstick. He decided to roll with it so he unzipped his pants, knocked three times and put his dick in the hole.

He felt the careful touch of a hand around him and he drew a quick breath. Another hand than his own… someone else’s warm palm touching him were none had been before… Oh shit… Better concentrate on baseball, or this will be over for it has started. He felt someones hot breath against his gland as his secret santa started to jerk him off. Oh heck was this nice... He found himself pushing his nether parts forward so his santa could get a full grip on him. The grip was unsure and the movements were slow and random, and it was clear even to Flash that this guy was a noob. And it didn’t bother him at all. His first time with another guy… With all the secrecy and all the hush-husch it could seriously not been any better. And whoever the other was, he sure knew to take it easy. Flash enjoyed every little move and he heard his own breath getting heavier and heavier… Oh shit was this a kink he didn’t know he had… And shit how he enjoyed it! The gentle movements up and down, careful fingers caressing his balls… the hot breath over his exposed dick telling him there was someone being very close to him… closer than anyone had been before… Also adding to the fact, he had NO IDEA who the guy was… And there was still the possibility that it was indeed a girl… To have an unknown and ungendered person on the other side was also really exciting in a strange way. He pushed himself closer to the wall, trying to get even a single inch closer to the person on the other side… Just get a little bit closer.

The other seemed to understand what he wanted. All of a sudden Flash felt lips close around his gland, and whoever it was head began to move gently over his member. At this moment he was sure that this guy had no idea how things should be done.
Flash had seen a few movies (Lightning Fuzz again, thanks bro) and he discussed the matter more or less involuntary with Rainbow and Sunset, so he knew some about how it could be done.

However, how it COULD be done had no bearing compared to how it WAS done. His secret santa compensated their lack of experience with eager excitement. He felt how he was swallowed whole by this strange person, and Flash felt how he reached deeper and deeper inside the others mouth with every bobbing. The gentle hands hand not lost their grip either, they was safely placed at the root of his dick giving just that extra pressure… So what if the rhythm was a bit off! This was awesome! And he just had to show it… someway. He didn't dare to be to loud, but he moaned as much as he dared and even let out a few “oh yeah… yeah, right there that's good…” just to show that he liked it.

It felt… Oh how did it feel… warm… moist… tight even. Even those not so rare moments where the other happened to let his teeth touch his member felt suprisingly good. A little salt in all the sweetness.

“Mmmm… don’t stop… don’t stop… it’s so good… it’s so good…” He dared to be bolder now, as he could feel the buildup from deep within him. Slowly raising to the surface with every move, every little twitch off the tongue, even the slight moves of the hand… Oh shit it was so good. He was getting close… and then it stopped, only to resume again just seconds later. That was a fair source of frustration, as he felt like he was on the edge of release... Only for the other guy to either loose the beat or take a break, probably for air, and it backed down? And then the buildup started again… It was rising inside him, closer… closer...closer… and stop. He moaned with annoyance but he had to admit… it actually felt rather nice now that he was getting used to it. It was like a sweet torture, being almost there was so good so good… he needed to try it himself at home...however, he also felt the want to cum oh so very much getting stronger as well. He needed, he wanted, he CREAVED to cum…

Then it all changed. He heard a deep moan from the other side off the wall. It was muffled of course, for reasons, but it still was a sign. The secret santa WAS confirmed to be a guy. And he was enjoying himself as much as Flash as well. Flash had no idea that the thought of someone else being turned on could give himself a boost, but that was apparently what happened. He clung to the wall and shot his pelvis even more closer to the wall. He started rocking his hips back and forward, he had to do something himself to finally come. Then he stopped himself as he noticed that the other guy had lost his grip and he was even out of the guys mouth when he pulled to far. What? HAd he crossed some kind of line? Then, he saw a hand coming through the hole… well, just a few fingers but still. The guy wore a black glove and gestured to him. Go on, he seemed to say It’s ok, it’s all for you! You want this, I got it. Flash smiled, and stuck his dick in the hole again and resumed rocking his pelvis. It seemed like the other guy had let go of his hands and just let Flash fuck his mouth, and he was actually going in and out of his mouth… every time his gland passed the other guys lips it gave flash a sting of raw lust that he felt in almost his entire body. He wanted to cum, he wanted to cum NOW! The buildup inside him was slow, but steady… he fond found himself getting closer and closer… and closer…

Finally he whispered: “shit man… I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum soon! I
m...mmmm… can I cum inside your mouth?” three knocks. Even with his mind on something else completely he couldn’t help asking, “was that a...ah...yes or a no?”
Another knock. He decided that three knocks probably was a yes. Also, he felt that he had not very much of a choice. Becuase in that momen he exploded. He felt his whole body twitch and it was like gallons of cum was shot out of his dick. (It wasn’t of cource, but he wasn’t going to let technical accuracy ruin the feeling. Screw Stalwart. Screw Randy West and Peter North. THIS was life. He felt how the other guy took him completely in his mouth and let him shoot his all load right down his throat.Lightning once had a girlfriend who let him do that, and as the generous big brother he was, he had told Flash “It’s wicked man! The best you could ever try! You need to find someone willing to do that, it’s so fucking great!”

His brother had been right, for once. And he had also given Flash the biggest understatement ever. It was better than fucking great. Flash tried to push every little drop he had inside him into the other guys mouth. Flash stood still then, and nothing happened. The other guy still had his dick in his mouth. It was sexy… but it was also sweet. An act of...love even. Trying to prolong the moment.

Finally Flash had to pull out. But as he pulled up his pants, he felt guilty. And he said “Hey!”

Silence.

“You don’t need to say anything. Just knock, ok? Three for yes? One for No?”

Three knocks.

“So… um… that was really great. But… How about you?”

Silence.

“I could… I want to give you something in return… I want to… if you like, I can suck your dick too!”

Damnit Flash! He facepalmed. That’s the best way putting it? REALLY? Romantic as fuck, yea fo suuuure, man! Oh, he could hear Ringo or Lightning or Dad or even MOM say exactly that… if he ever was to tell anyone about this. More silence. Flash prepared to leave but then, there were three gentle knocks on the wall and a pretty long, but rather slim penis was presented to him. Covered with a dark purple condom. Flash frowned. So HE was to risk his health but this guy wouldn’t dare to… Then he understood. The glove… He wanted to stay incognito as well… And the color of his dick and hands would give him away. Ah. Smart.

Flash decided to use the knowledge he got from Rainbow, and after he took a gentle grip, he began to lick his secret santas member, top to bottom and down again… and up… and down… and up… He could feel how the other guy tensed and how the cock started to twitch. Dammit, that fast? Flash quickly took in as much of the other guys length as he could and gently stroke him. There was of course no salty taste to prove him right, but he was pretty sure the other guy came almost immediately into his mouth. He also heard a muffled moan, like the guy had a shirt over his face or something. The dick was quickly drawn back, a note was thrown in and the hole was once again covered.

WAIT FIVE MINUTES. THEN LEAVE. Flash heard the stall door open, and fast steps leave the room. In a daze, he followed the instructions and walked out after five minutes. He was completely alone as he crossed the race tracks back to the school.