Four flavored condoms

Hutch was singing as he walked into the squad room. The Christmas tree was already
beginning to fill up with gifts. Minnie had draped it with tinsel but the cops had decided that
this year they would hang small gifts for one another on the tree.
Hutch checked that no-one was looking. He’d been doing his usual routine all week and the
others were beginning to call him Humbug. He slipped the flat gold wrapped package out of
his pocket and hung it from one of the branches. He turned it so that the tiny label was
clearly in view. “Starsky”
Dobey’s door opened and Hutch moved quickly away from the tree. Minnie brushed past
him and smiled. “Nearly caught you in the act; don’t worry sweetie I won’t tell.”
If only she knew he thought as Minnie sashayed her way out of the squad room balancing a
pile of files on her arms and pushing the door open with her hip. Hutch could understand
why Starsky played her along – he also knew that his partner did it to tease him.

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Christmas Eve arrived and the squad room was full of cops getting ready to celebrate.
Starsky was wearing a Santa Claus bonnet at a rakish angle and had been put in charge of
distributing the gifts.
“Minnie!”
“Captain….this one’s from all of us.”
And so it continued. He finally got to the flat package and read the label. “Hey, this one’s for
me.” He opened his eyes wide like a kid and pulled the packet off the tree. He shook it and
pinched it and raised his eyebrows. “I wonder who it’s from.”
He caught Hutch’s eye and grinned. “Hey folks the Grinch bought a gift!”
He started to open the package and noticed that Hutch was blushing. He went over to stand
by the big blond and pressed down the scotch tape to close the packet again. “You know
what folks, he’s so embarrassed I’m not going to open it now….but I promise to tell you what
it is.”
The cops all left the building and went home to their families, their friends and their lovers to
spend what they hoped would be crime-free Christmas night.

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Starsky slipped the package into his pocket and grabbed Hutch by the hand. “Let’s go bah a
few humbugs Hutchinson!”
The Torino pulled up in front of Venice Place. They had agreed to spend Christmas at
Hutch’s place and New Year at Starsky’s. As they went up the stairs Starsky gave Hutch a
friendly goose. “I’ll get ya, turkey!” Hutch laughed at the silly pun.
Hutch served them both a glass of wine and Starsky sat down on the couch. He’d already
pulled off his jacket and holster and he had rolled back his cuffs to reveal his strong hairy
arms. He unbuttoned a couple of extra inches of shirt and Hutch felt himself harden slightly
at the sight of Starsky’s perfect torso with its dark covering of curls.
“Aren’t you going to open the gift?” Hutch said with a smile.
Starsky sipped his wine before starting to tackle the scotch tape again. He carefully opened
the paper and grinned. “Do we need these?”
“Look at the labels.”
“Chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, and caramel. Hmmm, my favorites. But like I said – do we
need these…I mean I don’t think either of is going to get pregnant.”
Hutch sat beside his lover and cupped his chin to turn the deep blue gaze towards him.
“Don’t you ever have fantasies? I mean when you were a kid and you learned how to use
them…did you do it alone or what?”
Starsky flashed him a wide toothy grin; his whole face lit up and his eyes twinkled with
mischief. “Oh I get it. We’re going to play dressing up.”
Hutch nodded.
“Who goes first?”
“It’s your gift.”
“OK. I get to taste the chocolate.”
He undid the foil wrapper and carefully laid the condom on the table. “Come here sweetie.”
He grabbed Hutch behind the neck and pulled him down until their lips met. Starsky began
to suck at Hutch’s lower lip extracted the moan of arousal that he loved to hear. He ran his
tongue across Hutch’s lips and then pushed the tip gently between them. Hutch opened his
mouth to let the intruder in. Starsky’s tongue explored Hutch’s teeth and then began to
entwine around his tongue. Hutch was getting hard and he wanted to undo his pants; but
Starsky held his wrists firmly. “Let me.” He went back to kissing Hutch and at the same time
his fingers found the zipper. He undid the fly and Hutch felt a slight release of pressure as
only his underpants kept his cock in control. Starsky reached inside the soft cotton and
pulled out Hutch’s cock. He sat back and looked at it lovingly. Chuckling slightly he leaned
forward and picked up the chocolate flavored condom. He placed it on the tip of Hutch’s
dick, taking advantage of a pearly dew drop to help lubricate the thing. Gently, fluttering his
fingers as he did so, he unrolled the thin but strong latex until Hutch’s cock was totally
enveloped.
“Oh look,” he said, “a gift wrapped chocolate bar; and it’s all for me.”
He slid down to his knees and started to lick the condom. After a few seconds he lifted his
head and smiled. “Tasty, very tasty.” He lowered his head and Hutch took a handful of dark
curls to push his partner’s face down into his crotch. Starsky started to suck harder and run
his fingers through Hutch’s golden curls as he did so. He was putting full pressure on now
and Hutch could feel it rising within him. Starsky eased off again; prolonging the pleasure as
much as he could. Hutch was getting helpless, at the mercy of his expert lover.
Starsky lifted his heavily lidded eyes and looked up at Hutch. “Ready?”
“Oh god yes…please….now….”
Starsky enveloped his cock again in his mouth. It seemed strange to Hutch – he could feel
the effect but the condom was a barrier between him and Starsky’s warm mouth. Starsky ran
his finger along the base of Hutch’s cock before taking the length of it into his mouth.
Hutch let go. He fired into the condom just as Starsky raised his head.
“Heh heh it looks like you blew up the balloon buddy.”
Hutch glanced down towards his crotch and saw that the tip of the rubber had inflated with
the pressure of his semen; Starsky removed it slowly – taking care not to spill a drop. He
parted his lips and squeezed the contents of the rubber into his mouth. He licked his lips.
“Mmmm. Chocolate on the outside and honey center.”
“Happy Christmas Starsk.”
“Absolutely.”
“Starsky?”
“Hmm?”
“What are you going to tell the others I gave you?”
“Candy – my favorite flavors! Ok sweet-ass which flavor do you want to try?”