Unoponcho's Collected Stories - Second Collection
CHRISTMAS SPIRIT
By Kevin
Just before Christmas each year, things at work were always hectic. Everyone had an impossible task in trying to keep up with the workload. The layout of the working area did not help any. Our work involved using computers and telephones. We all had cubicles, the acoustics were bad, and the noise was almost intolerable. Both the employees and customers were on edge, irritable, and everyone was under a lot of stress.
The work environment was such that the employees never had a chance to get to know each other. It was only the people surrounding their cubicle that you had an opportunity to talk and visit long enough to become acquainted.
The saving grace was that the company closed down for two weeks during the Christmas holidays, and knowing that after returning from vacation that everything would return to normal, and work would be pleasant and enjoyable again.
I was twenty years old when I started working for the company, and this was my second year there. I had received several increases in salary, and would not be able to find another job that would pay as well as what I was making. There was also a possibility for me to advance, but even if I did, I still would be stuck in a cubicle since only the president had a private office.
My social life and life at my apartment was the pits. When I had time off, I only had time to run the necessary errands and recuperate from being totally mentally and physically exhausted. I lived by myself in a one-bedroom apartment. I could afford a nicer apartment, but I did not have the energy or the motivation to make a move.
My hometown was a hundred and fifty miles away. My mother and father were in poor health and were having a very difficult time making ends meet. Mom just was not physically able to work and my Dad did work but his salary was not enough to cover their expenses. For a while, I tried to get them to let me help them out financially but they were too proud to accept money from me. However, every time I went to see them, just before I left, I would put several one hundred dollar bills in a cookie jar that they had always kept their coins in. They knew where the money came from but nothing was ever said, and they were able to maintain their pride.
My Mom, Dad and I had always been very close, and we loved each other dearly. They were so proud of me for having a good job and a future. Mom was always asking me when was I going to get married. I am sure that she and Dad knew that I was gay but we never discussed it. They just wanted me to be happy and Mom thought that by my being married that I would have a better chance.
About a year ago, I became aware that a very handsome young man came to work for the company. His cubicle was on the other side of the building and he worked in a different department than I did. We had never met, but I was most attracted to him. His name was Joey. He was very shy, and was one of those people, who would speak to you and smile, but it was a sad smile and you could look at his face, and tell the something was bothering him and that he was very unhappy.
Three days before our vacation was to begin, I had worked late like most everyone else and was getting ready to go home. A lady that was in the next cubicle was also getting ready to go home. Her name was Margaret and we knew each other fairly well. I saw Joey walking down an isle headed back to his cubicle and I asked Margaret if she knew anything about Joey. She said, “I know a little about him. He has had a very difficult life. It is a sad long story. It is a real shame that he is going to be spending the Christmas holidays by himself. His father has disowned him and his mother is deceased. He has no other family and no friends. I feel so sorry for him. He seems like such a very nice young man. He is the twenty-two years old and the same age as my son. You know what? You really should try to make friends with Joey. I’m late and have to go now. I will see you tomorrow.”
Margaret headed down the isle towards the front door and I was not to far behind her. Suddenly, I stopped in my tracks and decide that I was going to make an effort to meet Joey. I went down the isle looking to see if I could see him and see if he was still working in his cubicle. Sure enough he was and I walked up to the cubicle, and called his name. He stopped what he was doing and turned around and stood up to greet me. I shook his hand, and told him that my name was Ron.
He grinned and said, “Well you know my name. It is nice to meet you Ron. What can I do for you?”
“I see that you are also working late.”
“You know how it is around here this time of the year. It is impossible to catch up. I think I am spinning my wheels. I am not getting much accomplished.”
“Joey, you asked me what you could do for me. I would like very much if you would get your coat and go have diner with me. Tomorrow is going to be another day and our work will be waiting for us in the morning. What do you say? Would you let me buy you diner? I really need some company.”
“Sure! I have wanted to meet you for a long time. Diner sounds great.”
We took my car and drove several blocks to a restaurant that I liked. After we placed our orders, at first, Joey did not say very much unless I asked him a direct question. Our conversation did not seem to be going anywhere and I decided that perhaps after we had finished diner that maybe I could learn more about him. We had agreed on one thing, and that was that we were not going to talk about our work and problems at the office.
Joey was not what I would call skinny, but he could use a few more pounds. However, he did eat a very plentiful meal and put away a lot of food like he had not eaten in some time. He even made a comment that he had not had anything to eat all day.
After we had finished our meal, I asked him what he was going to do during the Christmas holidays. A sad expression was on his face and he lowered his head and quietly told me that he had no plans and he would spend the holidays in his apartment.
I said, “A good-looking man like you must have a girlfriend.”
“Don’t make me laugh. I don’t have a girlfriend. Women and I do not seem to get along.”
He tried to change the subject and asked, “Ron, I want to know all about you. I had rather not talk about myself until I get to know you better. Anyway, there is nothing interesting about me. Please, tell me all about yourself.”
“Joey, if I told you about my life, it is so boring that I am sure it would put you to sleep. I will be very brief and if you get sleepy, let me know and we will talk about something else. I was reared in a small town a hundred and fifty miles from here. My parents have always been poor. After I graduated from high school, I worked and went part time to a local junior college for three years before getting my present job and have been here for two years. I do get along with women, but have never dated the same woman for more than two or three times. I will stop now before it gets too boring for you. Now, tell me about yourself.”
Joey squirmed around in his seat and lowered his head. “Okay, my mother died when I was fourteen years old. My Dad and I moved around a lot until I was a senior in high school. He married this bitch and we never could get along. She told my Dad a bunch of lies and suspicions about me, and turned my Dad against me. After I got out of high school, I joined the army for three years because I had to get away from home and had no place to go. Just before I was inducted into the army, my Dad told me to leave home and never contact him again. He refused to give me a reason. My Dad was the only family member that I had left. After I got out of the service, I got my present job about a year ago. That’s my sad story and I am stuck with it.”
“That is a sad story. I am sure things are going to get better. I have a strong feeling that we are going to become very good friends. Day after tomorrow, we are suppose to get off work at noon. I am going to Mom and Dad’s for most of the holidays. I want you to go with me. Mom and Dad would love to have you join us for Christmas. It is going to be a very quiet Christmas and not a lot of exciting things going on. I am not going to accepted a no from you unless you become seriously ill and are in the hospital.”
“Oh man! You don’t want me to barge in on your Christmas. I just would be in the way and be a burden on you and your parents.”
“I assure you that you are welcome and will not be barging in on anything or be a burden to anyone. Now, don’t give me a hard time. Just get your ass and gear ready to leave day after tomorrow.”
“Ron, I do not have any clothes to wear to go anywhere and visit anyone. I don’t want to embarrass your parents.”
“What are you talking about? We may go to church, but at our church, what you are wearing now would be considered as being over dressed. You are going to have to come up with a better reason than that. My parents are poor so don’t plan or think that you are going to someplace real fancy.”
Tears were rolling down Joey’s cheeks. I changed the subject and asked him if he enjoyed being in the army.
“I hated the army from the day I joined until I was discharged. They have this rule, "Don’t ask, don’t----Oh shit!!!" Now, I have really fucked up!!! You certainly will not want me to go with you now.”
“Come on Joey. For you only, if you ask me, I will tell. For the most part I am in the closet but I am gay. I had no idea that you are also gay. It does not matter either way. You are going to go home with me for Christmas. Is that understood? Think it over and have diner with me tomorrow night and we will finalize plans then.”
The next morning, when Margaret came to work, I told her that Joey was going to spend Christmas with me. She got this big smile on her face and got a hundred dollar bill out of her purse and said, “Buy Joey a Christmas present and put it under the tree with a card on it saying that it is from Santa Clause.” I tried to give the money back to her and she refused and told me that this would make her Christmas a lot better.
The following evening, I did have dinner with Joey and we finalized our plans. We both were surprised when we learned that we both lived in the same apartment complex. He lived at one end and I lived at the other end.
Having to go to work for just a half of a day seemed like such a waste of time. When I got to work, there was a huge beautiful basket of fruit of all kinds with a card on it that read, “To: Mom, Dad, Ron and Joey. From: Santa Clause.” There was another small gift wrapped package that read, “To: Ron. From: Santa Clause. Do not open until Christmas.” I knew that the presents were from Margaret, and I wanted to thank her, but she never showed up for work that morning.
While we were driving home, Joey and I talked about a lot of things and we really got to know each other a lot better. We had a lot of common interests. We even talked about some of our previous gay sexual encounters. This part of our conversation did not take long because neither one of us had had very many experiences. We did discuss the fact that both of us were extremely attracted to each other.
Mom and Dad were so glad to see us drive up and came outside to greet us. Mom hugged my neck, and I shook hands and hugged Dad. I introduced Joey and told them that Joey was a new friend, and he would be spending Christmas with us. Mom hugged his neck and kissed him on the cheek and welcomed him like I knew she would. Dad also shook his hand and hugged him. I noticed that tears were filling Joey’s eyes and he immediately started unloading the car.
Mom looked happier and better than I had she her in years. Normally, Mon does not feel like getting dressed and wears a bath robe and house shoes, but she was fully dressed and had even fixed her hair and put on some make-up.
I showed Joey where my bedroom was and he seemed pleased that we would be sharing the same bedroom and bed. I explained that there was only one bathroom to be shared with Mom and Dad.
Dad had cooked dinner for us and had the table set waiting for our arrival. Mom cooked sometimes when she felt like it, but Dad generally prepared the meals. After diner we sat around the table and talked a while. Dad asked Joey if he played chess. Joey told him that he used to but it was a long time ago. Dad challenged him to a game. They were playing chess while Mom showed me the Christmas cards that she had received from old friends that I never knew or remembered.
I overheard Dad sounding rather irritated and he loudly said, “Damn Son! Where did you learn to play chess like that? You have checkmated me three times in a row. It is my wife and my bedtime. Would you give me another chance tomorrow?”
“Dad! I used to play chess with my Dad until one night he got tired of losing and threw the chess set into the fireplace. I have not played since. I’ll be more than happy to give you another chance tomorrow.”
Mom took me by the arm and led me into my bedroom. She checked the bedcovers and asked if I thought that we would be warm enough. I assured her that we would be fine. She got out some extra towels and washcloths and put them on the bed. She told me that Joey was a nice looking boy and that she was glad that I had brought him home with me. She then got this real concerned look on her face and told me that she did not have anything to put under the Christmas tree for him. I told her not to worry about it that he did not expect to receive any Christmas presents.
Mom and Dad went to bed, and while Joey was getting some clothes out of his bag, I took a shower. When I came out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist, Joey just stood there looking me up and down with a wide smirk on his face. It was as if he were speechless.
He walked up to me and put his arm around my neck and whispered in my ear, “God! Do you mean that I am going to be sleeping with a man that looks like a fucking model for a Greek statue?”
“I don’t think so. There is no one that looks like that around here.”
He slapped me on my butt and headed to the bathroom. I turned off all the lights except the one by the bed and got into the bed and waited for him. After he finished his shower, he had a towel wrapped around his waist and headed towards his underwear. I told him that I always slept in the nude and hoped that it would not bother him.
He looked at me strangely and said, “It is going to bother me a hell of a lot. It is going to get me so hot that we want need any covers.” He took off his towel and hung it on the back of a chair and ran and jumped on top of me. I warned him that we were going to have to be quiet or we would wake up Mom and Dad. He leaned over and kissed me on the lips and then turned out the lamp beside the bed and crawled under the covers with me.
We started kissing, hugging, and exploring each other’s bodies with our fingers tips. I had never been with anyone that was craving for affection and love as much as Joey. It was as if he could not get close enough to me, and was afraid that I might rebuke or rebuff his advances.
We both had erections, but for some time, neither one of us touched each other. We made no sound other than kissing and moving around in the bed. The communication, which was a lot, was done with our lips, tongues, hands, fingers and movements of our bodies. Once, Joey believed that Mom and Dad was sound asleep, he moved under the covers and went down on me. He was being so gentle and loving and was slowly sucking and deep throating my firm dick that wanted attention and I was building up for a huge climax.
I kicked off the quilts and felt the cool air hit my body. He moved so that I could suck his throbbing manhood. We seemed to be in no man’s land and were thinking nothing but trying to see who could give the most pleasure to each other. We lay on our sides and sucked each other’s pricks at a very slow pace even when we deep throated each other. We would go down on each other and keep our aroused manhood deep in each other’s throats for a long period of time. I had Joey to move so he was on top of me and I encouraged him to fuck my face while he continued to go down on me.
Our pricks were so near the same size that I fantasized that I was sucking on my own manhood. After some time Joey had me switch positions so that I could fuck his face for a period of time. As we both were rapidly reaching the point of near climax, we moved back on our sides and continued to give each other head. Without any warning from either of us, Joey began to climax shooting streams of warm creamy cum down my throat and seconds after he started climaxing; I was also releasing my huge load. Trying to keep from making any noise, we both let out a quiet moan. After we both were convinced that we had received the last drop of cum from each other, we moved so we were again side by side and we kissed each other sharing the cum that we had remaining in our mouths.
Joey reached down and pulled the covers back over us and returned to my side. He put one leg over me, laid his head on my chest, kissed one of my nipples, teased the other nipple with his fingers, and then kissed me and told me good night. He laid his head back on my chest and we both promptly went to sleep.
Early the next morning we were awaken by hearing Dad in the kitchen fixing breakfast. We could smell the coffee and the frying bacon. We both jumped up and went into the bathroom together. Joey thought it would be interesting for us to shave each other, which we did. We brushed our teeth, and combed our hair. We kissed and hugged each other before coming out of the bathroom and getting dressed. When we got to the kitchen, Mom was seated at the breakfast table drinking a cup of coffee and Dad was cooking pancakes. We told Mom and Dad good morning and I got Joey and I a cup of coffee and sat down at the table with Joey and Mom. Dad started serving us pancakes with hot maple syrup, butter and bacon.
As Dad was setting down, he asked me what was on my agenda for the day. I told him that Joey and I would go to the grocery store and then we would probably go to the woods and get a Christmas tree. Dad began to chuckle. I had no idea why. He smiled and looked at me. “You guys have not looked out side have you?” I admitted that I had not. “Well we had a freak snow last night and got about four inches. We are going to have snow this Christmas for the first time in a number of years. In fact I cannot even remember when we have had snow for Christmas. I have already called in and they told me to not even bother to come back to work until after Christmas.”
Joey and I jumped up and went to look out of the window and sure enough everything was covered in beautiful snow.
We returned to the table and finished our breakfast. While Joey and I were washing the dishes and cleaning up the table, Dad was talking to someone on the telephone. We were not paying any attention and Mom was telling us that they had not bought anything for Christmas including groceries. She was extremely upset and concerned. I tried to console her and to tell her not to worry that everything was going to be fine. She turned on the TV to get a news report but the only channel she could get was playing Christmas music.
Dad returned to the kitchen and got another cup of coffee and sat down. “I just talked to Jack, our new neighbor next door. He has a four-wheel jeep. He is going out in the woods in a short while to get his Christmas tree and said he would get a small one for us. He said that when he got back that he would take you guys to the grocery store so you could do the grocery shopping. He told me to stay in doors and that if I needed anything to let him know. He is a very nice young man and a good neighbor that does a lot for me and your Mom.”
I excused myself and went up into the attic and dug out the Christmas decorations, and hauled them down stairs to the kitchen. I began to look through what was there, and realized that most everything was broken or in terrible shape. I got a garbage bag and started throwing things away. All that remained were some lights that I did not know if worked or not and some old ornaments that really should be tossed. Dad picked up the electric lights and started checking them out. He didn’t even ask but tossed them in the trash and told me that they were dangerous and beyond repair.
Mom looked like her heart was broken and tears began to stream down her cheeks. “Well Son, It looks like we may have a Christmas tree without any decorations and no gifts under it.” Joey jumped up and put his arms around Mom and told her that he would make decorations for the tree and that we would just pretend that there were a lot of gifts under the tree. She looked up at Joey and said, “Son, you and Ron just being here is the best Christmas present that I could receive.” Joey took off to the bathroom and we could hear him sobbing. Dad asked, “What upset Joey?” I told them that Joey’s mother was deceased and that his father had disowned him for some unknown reason.
I went into the bathroom to see about Joey. He put his arms around my neck and cried for a few minutes and looked at me and told me that he was so embarrassed by being such a crybaby. I got a wet washrag and told him to wipe off his face and that he would feel better. In a few minutes he hugged me again and told me to come on that he had some Christmas decorations to make.
When Joey returned to the kitchen, he began to look in the kitchen cabinets and asking Mom and Dad if they had certain things. I do not know what all he was looking for. He did ask Mom if she had some old buttons or junk jewelry. Mom told him that she used to have buttons in a jar that she thought was probably in the attic, and that there used to be a old beads and jewelry in a tin box that was also in the attic. Dad told them that he knew where they were and would go up and get them. Joey was mixing these different ingredients together in a mixing bowl. Mom was setting at the table watching and offering to help.
I thought that this would be an opportune time for me to walk four blocks up to a small shopping mall to do my Christmas shopping. I told everybody that I was going for a walk in the snow and would be back before long. As I was putting on my overcoat on, Joey handed me two one hundred dollar bills and a list of things that he needed to make Christmas decorations. The list included things like glue, colored paper, string, Scotch tape, etc. I told him that these items would not cost near that much money.
He smiled and said, “Spend the rest of the money on a Christmas gift for Mom and Dad. I want you to look for a nice, pretty, warm robe and house shoes for Mom and a new coat, cap, and gloves for Dad.”
“Joey, that was what I was going to buy them for Christmas”
“Then get them some real nice ones and we will put both of our names on the gift, and if there is enough money left over, have them gift wrapped or buy some ribbon and wrapping paper.” He looked around to be sure that Mom and Dad were still in the kitchen and he kissed me and said, “Now don’t you dare buy me a Christmas present. You gave me my Christmas present last night.”
“Joey, I also got my Christmas present from you last night, and I expect to receive more of the same tonight.” I slapped him on the butt and headed outside.
When I got to the mall, there was hardly anyone there. Even the shops had very few employs and everyone was having sales. In no time I had found everything I was looking for at tremendously low prices, and I found a gold man’s bracelet for Joey as a Santa Clause gift from the money that Margaret had given me. I had all the gifts that I had purchased beautifully gift wrapped at no charge. I was going to be able to return one of Joey’s hundred dollar bills and had the receipts to prove his share of the cost of the gifts. I also found everything Joey had on his lists for decorations along with eight strands of new lights for the Christmas tree.
When I got home, I managed to slip in and put the gifts in my closet before anyone realized I had returned. Dad and Jack were in the den putting a stand on the tree. Mom and Joey were still working on Christmas decorations. Joey was very pleased that I had found the materials that he needed. I went in the den and introduced myself to Jack and thank him for getting us a tree. Jack told me that he would be going to the grocery store shortly and that I could go with him to do my grocery shopping.
I was waiting on Jack to go to the grocery store and watched Joey and Mom work on the Christmas decorations. Joey had make some kind of dough that he had rolled out and cut different shape figures and designs and had baked them in the oven. He and Mom were using different things to decorate them. He had gingerbread men, gingerbread houses and all kinds of very cleaver ornaments that they were working on.
Jack and I left to go to the grocery store. Jack stopped by his house on the way and picked up his son, Bud, to go with us. Bud was a cute boy about ten years old. Once we got into the grocery store, Jack took off with a cart going one way and Bud stayed with me and pushed my cart. I bought everything I could imagine that we might need during the holidays plus a number of things to put in the deep freeze and cupboard for future use for my parents. I ended up with four shopping carts stacked full of food and things that Mom and Dad could use. Jack could not believe that I had bought so much. I had a large turkey, a ham, and sweet potatoes. You name it and I think I bought it.
On the way home, we passed a city park and the kids were out playing in the snow. They were using all kinds of things to slide down a steep slope. It suddenly occurred to me that I used to have a snow sled as a kid. The last time I saw it, it was stored in the rafters of the garage. As Jack, Bud and I were carrying the groceries into the house, I asked Dad about the snow sled. He grinned when I mentioned it. He said, “Son don’t you think that you are a little old to be wanting to play with that?” I didn’t answer him but motioned towards Bud. Dad caught on to what I had in mind and said, “Last summer I ran out of anything to do and I put a fresh coat of paint on it. It looked like a new one and I put it back in the rafters in the garage. It is your sled. You can do what ever you want to with it.”
After we finished unloading the groceries, Dad was talking and joking around with Bud. I asked Jack if he would have any objections to my giving Bud the snow sled. Jack had no objections and thought that Bud would enjoy the sled. We went out to the garage and got it down and put it on the jeep before Bud saw what we had done. When he turned around and saw the sled, his eyes lit up and the expression alone was all the thanks that Dad and I needed. It had been a long time since I have seen a boy as happy as Bud was. He hugged Dad’s neck and then hugged my neck and was laughing and giggling wanting his Dad to take him to the park so he could ride and play on it. As they were leaving Jack told Dad and I that this would be the best Christmas present that Bud would get.
When I got back inside, Joey and Mom had put away most of the groceries. Mom kept telling me that I had bought too much and had spent too much money. Dad told Mom and Joey that if they wanted lunch that they had to clear off the table and get out of the kitchen, and out of his way. He asked if everyone would settle for sandwiches for lunch and he would fix a good meal for dinner. We all agreed that sandwiches would be fine and I informed Dad that I would cook the dinner meal.
After we finished lunch, Joey and Mom returned to working on the Christmas decorations. I was amazed at what they were making and how wonderful their creations were looking. By four o’clock, the Christmas tree was decorated and the lights were on. Mom and Dad both said that they had never seen a more beautiful Christmas tree.
Normally this would be the night that we went to church, but Mom said that she would rather not go this year. We had an early diner and afterwards, I suggested that everyone buddle up and take a drive in the snow and see some of the Christmas lights. Mom especially liked the idea. She told us that it was so seldom that she was able to get out of the house. I was not for sure how slick the streets would be, but I had notice a lot of cars passing by the house.
I started my car up and got it fairly warm on the inside before going inside. Joey assisted me in getting Mom and Dad into the car. We were leaving just in time to see a beautiful sunset with all the snow on the ground. I had the radio on that was playing Christmas carols, which set the mood for seeing the Christmas lights on the various homes and buildings.
Mom and Dad were in the back seat snuggled up close with a blanket over their legs and laps. I stopped the car in front of a decorated house and got my camera out of the glove compartment as if I were going to take a photo of the house. Instead, I turned around and took a photo of Mom and Dad. They looked so surprise after I snapped the shot. Joey and I agreed that I probably got a good shot of both of them.
We drove around for a while and saw a lot of pretty decorations. While we were driving around, ever so often Joey would reach over and affectionately pat my leg without Mom and Dad seeing what he had done. Each of us knew that the other had a hard-on and knew what the other was thinking.
As we were going home and passing our house before turning into the driveway, Mom yelled out “Stop! Look at that tree! That is the most gorgeous Christmas tree that we have seen.” She of course was referring to the tree in her house. Joey rolled down his window and snapped a photograph of the house and the tree.
After we got inside, Dad made a pot of hot chocolate and I got out the marshmallows and Christmas cookies that I had bought. We sat around the table drinking hot chocolate and eating cookies while talking. Joey told us that this had been the most wonderful day that he had ever remembered. Mom took his hand and kissed him on the cheek and told Joey that this also was the best day that she had had in a long time. Dad got up and refilled everyone’s cup with hot chocolate and had just sat back down when were heard a group of carolers singing in front of our house. We all took our chocolate and went to the front door and opened it, put our arms around each other and listen to the voices of the Christmas carolers. This was almost the final touch to a perfect day. The final touch would occur later after Joey and I went to bed.
Through out the day, Joey and I had been thinking about and looking forward towards the night and going to bed with each other. I as well as Joey had obtained numerous hard-ons during the day and each of us was aware of the other’s arousal. It was all we could do to keep from touching and showing our affection to each other.
As soon as Mom and Dad went to bed, Joey and I went to our bedroom. We held and hugged each other for some time before I broke the embrace. I showed Joey the wrapped packages that I had purchased for Mom and Dad. He was very happy that I had found something for them. When I returned his share of the money, he could not believe that I had spent so little on their gifts.
We both took a quick shower and got into bed together where we immediately passionately embraced each other while we ran our hands over each other’s nude bodies. As we held each other, we talked a short time. Joey again told me that he enjoyed the day and expressed his appreciation to me for inviting him to spend the holidays with his family. I compliment Joey on the beautiful Christmas tree decorations that he had made. The Moravian star that he had made out of paper and glue especially impressed me. I told him how talented he was. After the brief conversation, we began to make love in earnest with the intention of giving each other the most gratifying experience that we could.
At one point we simultaneously threw back the covers and both moved so that we could suck each other aroused pricks at the same time. This time we were a little more enthusiastic and were rapidly moving our head at a more increased rhythm than the night before. We both were horny and were eager to give as much pleasure as we could to each other.
We were using our mouths, tongues, lips and hands to manipulate each other pricks and nuts, and cause each other the greatest climax possible. After a considerate amount of time spent on jacking while sucking, deep throating, licking each other’s manhood, Joe moved from our position. He lay down on top of me and held my head and passionately kissed me.
He said, “I have a virgin ass. It is yours if that sort of thing appeals to you.”
I answered, “I also have a virgin ass, and it also is yours for the taking. You have the most attractive ass that I have seen in a long time. I am going to show you what I want to do to it at this time.” I rolled Joey off of me and moved so I could kiss each of his buttocks, licked the crack of his ass and kissed and licked his asshole. When I had fulfilled my mission, Joey did the same thing to me.
Joey then lay down on his back and instructed me to fuck his mouth until I ejaculated all of my cum. I got on top of him as I had the night before so he could suck on my stiff hard prick while I did the same to him. In a matter of a few minutes I began slowly to fuck him in his mouth and gradually increase my speed and rhythm until I reach a most enjoyable ejaculation. We then switched places and Joey fucked my mouth and shot off numerous shots of cum in my mouth and throat.
He got off of me and kissed me before he pulled the covers over us and lay down beside me. He reaches over and took my hand and guided it to his still erected prick. Then he reached and took a hold of my soft manhood and began stroking it until I had another erection. We stroked and played with each other’s prick and nuts until we fell asleep.
Later, sometime during the night, I woke up and Joey was under the covers sucking my prick. I had woken up just before I climaxed. I felt Joey’s cum landing on my stomach and moments later felt Joey licking his cum off of me until he had thoroughly cleaned all traces of his manjuice. He then kissed my cheek and laid down on his stomach next to me and placed his arm across my chest and used my arm as a pillow and went back to sleep.
For some reason, perhaps it was the excitement of it being Christmas Eve; I woke up much earlier than normal. I got out of bed, shaved, brushed my teeth, got dressed and went into the kitchen. I prepared the turkey so that it was ready to go into the oven. I then started cooking breakfast. I made homemade bisques, gravy, and cooked sausage. Breakfast was ready and the turkey was in the oven when Mom and Dad got up and came into the kitchen. They sat down at the table and I poured their coffee and told them to go ahead and eat. I went and woke up Joey. At first he did not want to get up, but then he smelled the food and jumped out of bed and put on his clothes and came to eat.
While we were eating, I told everybody that it had snowed again during the night. I did not know how much, but there was a new blanket of fresh snow outside. Mom turned on the TV and we listened to the weather forecasts, which was predicting another light snow during the night and then it was to clear off and the snow would be melted in three or four days before another snowfall that would start New Year’s Eve. I looked over at Dad. He lowered his head and I knew what he was thinking and going to say before he said it.
“Son, You are a grown man now and do not need me to tell you what to do. I don’t want for one minute for you and Joey to think that I want you guys to leave, but I don’t want to see you driving on the highway with snow on it. If I were in your shoes, I would head back before the New Years Eve snowstorm hits.”
The same thought had occurred to me, but I was not going to bring it up until later.
Mom said, “Oh No! I don’t want you boys to leave.” She grabbed my and Joey’s hands and looked pitifully at both of us.
I tried to reassure her that the weather forecast might change before New Years Eve.
To change the subject, Dad asked, “What is on the agenda for the day?”
I replied, “I plan on cooking the greater part of the day. I suggested that we have our Christmas diner tonight and we could have leftovers tomorrow.”
Mom said, “I am going to assist Ron. Joey, do you like pecan, sweet potato, or pumpkin pies?”
“Yes Mam! Pecan is my favorite.”
“Then I had better bake several pecan pies, because it is also Ron’s favorite.”
Joey replied, “Wow! That’s great. I have not eaten homemade pecan pie since I was a kid. When do you guys have your Christmas tree?”
Mom bowed her head and softly said, “Joey we generally have it on Christmas Eve, but this year, there will be very little if anything under the tree.”
Dad spoke up again trying to change the subject, “Our kitchen is small and there is not room for three people to be cooking at the same time. So Joey! I do believe that I can beat you in a game of chess. Are you up to the challenge?”
By mid-afternoon, Dad and Joey had played several games of chess and Dad had won the majority of the games, but I am sure that Joey purposely let him win. All the preparations and cooking was done with exception of baking the rolls and a few other last minute things before dinner. We had had our lunch and the kitchen had been cleaned up.
Mom and Dad were going to lie down and take a nap.
Joey and I took a walk in the snow. We walked to the city park. Bud and the neighborhood kids were taking turns in riding the snow sled that I had given Bud. Bud spotted us and ran over and hugged my neck and thanked me again for the sled. We sat down on a bench and watched the kids playing in the snow. They had made several snowmen that were very unusual.
I felt Joey putting his arm around my shoulders and squeezing and pulling me close to him. “Ron, you are the kindest and sweetest man that I have ever known. If there is a bad side that you have not shown me, you had better show me real soon. I am falling madly in love with you. I sincerely hope that you may have some similar feeling towards me. Your Mom and Dad are great and you are lucky to have them as parents. They are lucky to have you as their son. I wished that I could kiss you right now, but I do not think the kids would understand.”
I was so touched that I could not say anything. I picked up his hand and quickly kissed it. I stood up and suggested that we return home.
We walked home with our arms around each other’s waist. When we got home, we saw six packages under the Christmas tree. They were obviously wrapped with Christmas paper and ribbons that had been used in previous years. I had Joey to place our gifts for Mom and Dad under the tree. While Joey was using the bathroom, I put the gifts from Margaret under the tree under the presents that were already there. We had already used some of the fruit from the fruit basket that Margaret had given us, but I put what was left in the basket under the tree to just remind us of the her gift. Of course I was the only one that knew about these gifts were from Margaret.
There was plenty of time for me to lie down and relax a bit, take my shower, before finishing up and serving the Christmas dinner. While I was lying down, Joey shaved, showered and changed clothes. He lay down beside me and I kissed him several times before I went to the bathroom.
Joey was helping me in the kitchen when Dad came in carrying two bottles of wine and a bottle of whiskey. He sat them down on the counter and told us that his supervisor had given them to him for Christmas and that we would have the wine with our diner. After diner, he would make eggnog for us to have when we had the Christmas tree.
When Mom came in she had on the nicest dress that she had. She was wearing way too much make-up, but at least she was trying to look her best. She had pinned her hair on top of her head striving to have a new hairdo. She was carrying an old candle that she had stashed away somewhere, and she put it on the diner table, and lit it with pride. Dad walked over to her and put his arm around her shoulders and announced, “Just look at my beautiful bride. I am the luckiest old fart that ever lived. He kissed her on the forehead and assisted her as she set down at the table.
When everyone was seated at the table, we all held hands and bowed our heads while Dad returned thanks and said a prayer. Compliments were made about how delicious the food tasted and everyone ate until they were miserable full. Joey and I polished off two serving of the pecan pie with whipped cream on top.
After diner we were all too stuffed to even consider getting up to clean off the table and wash the dishes. We sat at the table and chit chatted and drank wine until we had emptied both bottles. All of us were feeling the effects of the wine that caused us to be very jovial and talk very loud.
After some time Joey and Dad got up and cleaned off the table and the kitchen. Dad fixed the eggnog and gave each of us a glassful and suggested that we all go into the den to open the presents.
Once we got into the den, Mom was very surprised by the number of presents under the tree. Dad asked Joey if he would do the honors of passing out the gifts.
The first present that Joey picked up happened to be a present to him from Mom. We all suggested that he open the present and show everyone what he had received. He quickly opened the package and it was a sweater that Mom had knitted. Joey could not believe that he had received such a nice gift. He put it on and modeled it before kissing Mom on the cheek and thanking her for the sweater.
A similar package was for Dad, and the other package that was for me. Dad and I opened our packages and we each had a sweater that Mom had knitted. We thanked her and she insisted that we try them on to see if they also fit, which of course they did.
The next package was for Mom from Dad. After opening it up she learned that it was a box of chocolate candy.
Joey then handed the packages that he and I had for Mom and Dad. When Mom opened her gift, she said, “Oh myyyy! This is too pretty to wear. I have never seen a more beautiful robe. It is so pretty that I can wear it to church.” She stood up and put on the robe and told everyone that the Queen of England would not have as pretty of a robe. She kissed Joey and then me.
Dad also modeled his new coat, gloves, and cap. He first hugged Joey and then me and thanked us.
The next two presents were gifts from Dad. One for Joey and one for me. They were bottles of after-shave lotion. The bottle that I received had been opened and some of the contents were missing but Joey’s bottle was new. I did not say anything, but I realized that Joey’s gift was originally intended for me and when Joey showed up that Dad had given me the after shave lotion that he had been using.
The final two gifts where the ones from Margaret. Joey looked at me and then back at the card on his package and in an irritable voice the said, “We agreed that we would not give each other a gift.” I told him that the gift was not from me but from Santa Clause. He did not say anything but angrily opened the package. He gasped at the sight of the 14K gold bracelet. He tried to put it on but couldn’t. Mom reached over and gave him assistance and told him that it was a beautiful bracelet.
Joey asked, “Okay Ron, who is Santa Clause?”
“I was instructed to not tell you. She prefers to be known as Santa Clause. I suspect that my gift and the fruit basket is from the same lady.”
Mom wanted to know what the Santa Clause lady had given me. I open up the gift and it was a 14K gold chain necklace. I could not believe that Margaret would give me such an expensive gift. After Joey saw my gift, he began to believe me that I had not given him his bracelet.
Joey expressed, “I just want you all to know that this has been the best Christmas I have ever had. I have never received nice gifts like these before.”
Dad announced that it was passed his bedtime. He got up and helped Mom out of her chair and they hugged Joey and my necks and told us goodnight before going to their bedroom. Joey picked up his things and headed towards our bedroom. I spent some time picking up the aftermath from unwrapping gifts and putting them in the trash and turned out the lights before going into the bedroom.
When I got into my room, Joey had pulled the covers down. He was lying in bed pretending to be asleep. He was wearing his new sweater, but was nude from the waist down and he had an erection sticking straight up towards the ceiling with one of the used Christmas bows tied to it. There was a note that read, “For Ron only. Handle with care. From Santa Clause”. I turned out the light, jump on the bed, removed the ribbon and deep throated him. For at least five minutes I gave him head while he pretended to be asleep. When I stopped sucking his manhood and started sucking, licking, and biting his nipples and then kissing him on the lips, he suddenly came to life. He rolled over on top of me and began to perform oral sex on me.
For the rest of the night, time was not a factor. I have no idea what time it was when we went to sleep, but both of us had shot off twice.
Everyone slept in late on Christmas morning, which was a Friday. Joey got up before I did. He had already shaved and was getting dress when I drug my ass out of the bed. When we went to the kitchen, Mom was setting at the table wearing her new bathrobe and house shoes. She was drinking coffee and suggested that we get ourselves a cup and set down. She asked us what we wanted for breakfast. At the same time Joey and I answered, “Pecan pie.” She got up and set the pie on the table along with plates and forks. Dad came in after he had shaved and dressed. He sat down and ate pie with us.
For the rest of the morning we just relaxed and enjoyed talking. After lunch we all lay down and took naps. Joey and I ventured out to take a walk. The kids with new tricycles and bicycles trying to ride them in the snow amused us. There were other kids playing with their footballs, basketballs and other toys that they had gotten for Christmas. Bud was outside with his snow sled. He was trying to get his dog to pull him, but was not having much luck with his plan.
It was warming up and the snow was beginning to melt. When we returned home we went in the back door. Mom yelled, “You boys come into the den. There is someone that I want you to meet.” We walked in and Mom took a hold of our arms and said, “Doris, these are my sons. This is Ron and this is our newly adopted son and new member of our family, Joey.” Mom told us that Doris was a friend from church and that she had dropped by for a visit and brought us some of her homemade fruitcake. We told Doris that it was nice to meet her and promptly went to our bedroom. Joey was very obviously touched and moved by having been introduced as an adopted son.
The next several days were not particularly eventful. Dad enjoyed having Joey to play chess with and having someone that gave him some competition. I was never very good at playing chess and was not fond of playing.
Most of the snow had melted and Dad returned to work on Monday. The only incentive that he had in returning to work was to show off his new coat.
Mom had managed to corner Joey and insisted on showing him photographs of me that were in the photograph album.
The latest weather forecast was predicting more snow beginning on New Years Eve. After talking to Joey, we planned on leaving late Wednesday, Dec. 30th
Wednesday, Joey and I kept fairly busy. We went to the grocery store and restocked the frig with milk, eggs, etc. We tried to make sure that Mom and Dad had sufficient food to get them through the anticipated snow and cold spell.
The decorations on the Christmas tree were removed and stored in the attic. The tree was taken to the alley to be hauled away. We packed everything and loaded up the car. Mom insisted that we pack a lot of the left over food in an ice chest to take with us. She had made us two more pecan pies for us to take back.
We had supper prepared and waiting for Dad when he returned from work. After we had finished eating, I started cleaning up the kitchen.
Mom took a hold of Joey’s hand and led him into the den. Dad sat at the table and talked to me until I had just about finished cleaning up the kitchen, and he got up and went into the den.
I was putting several hundred-dollar bills in the cookie jar, believing that no one was around. I turned around and Joey had seen me. He asked me what I was doing. I whispered and told him that I always left money in their cookie jar and would explain later. Joey pulled out his billfold. He kept twenty dollars and put the remainder of his money into the cookie jar.
We said our goodbyes and took off. Once we got on the highway, I asked what all went on between he and Mom and the serious conversation that took place. Joey put his hand on my leg and said, “Your Mom and Dad know that you are gay. She told me that she hoped everything would work out between us, and she hoped that I was the soul mate for you. She and Dad want you to be happy. That is there main concern. She wanted to assure me that I was always welcomed in their home.”
“How did they know I am gay?”
“She said that they had known for years.”
“How did they know you were gay?”
“Damn if I know. She just came out and asked me if I were gay. I told her that I am. Then she asked me if I had any serious feeling about you. I told her that I did and that I thought that I was in love with you.”
“Wow! I really feel relieved. I am glad that they know and are not upset with me. Man, I do have wonderful parents don’t I?”
“You have the very best. They are the greatest.”
Joey spent the rest of our holidays with me in my apartment.
The first day back at work I had a long talk with Margaret, and filled her in on some, (but not the intimate details), as to what took place during Christmas. I thanked her for the fruit basket, and the necklace. I showed her that I was wearing it. I told her that she should not have bought me such an expensive gift. She told me that last Christmas that she had given the necklace to her son. He looked at it and threw it at her and told her that he was not going to wear anything as cheap as that. She smiled at me and said I am glad that you appreciate and like it. This year, she wrapped up a dried prune and gave it to her son for Christmas. I told her that I had bought a gold bracelet for Joey with the money that she had given me. She made me promise that I would never tell him whom Santa Clause was.
At noon Joey came by my cubicle and asked me to go to lunch with him. Margaret saw the bracelet that Joey was wearing and winked at me giving her approval of my choice.
For a number of weeks, Joey either spent the night with me in my apartment or I stayed with him. When his lease was up, he moved in with me temporarily until my lease expired. We then moved into a large apartment and have been together for almost a year.
Joey has gained a few pounds and no longer has a sad expression. He is so damn good-looking. I am very jealous when guys make advances to him. Thank goodness, he remains faithful to me and seems to love me as much as I love him.
We have made frequent visits to see my parents and are looking forward towards spending the Christmas holidays with them coming up in a few weeks. Yes, things are once again hectic at work, but Joey and I relieve each other’s tensions that we had previously experienced.
Margaret has assured me that Santa Clause will have gifts for Joey and I this Christmas. She does not know that this year Santa Clause will be giving her a very nice gift.
Joey has made more Christmas decorations that will require a larger tree. We have gone Christmas shopping for gifts for Mom and Dad and have numerous gifts all ready wrapped for them. Earlier in the year, Joey arranged for all Mom and Dad’s utility bills to be charged on his credit card, and I arranged for their mortgage payments on their house to be charged on my credit card. We are looking forward towards having a wonderful Christmas, even if it does not snow. I have wrapped a very special gift for Joey. It contains a Christmas bow to put on his manhood Christmas Eve before he goes to bed.
Merry Christmas
CHRISTMAS SPIRIT
By Kevin
Just before Christmas each year, things at work were always hectic. Everyone had an impossible task in trying to keep up with the workload. The layout of the working area did not help any. Our work involved using computers and telephones. We all had cubicles, the acoustics were bad, and the noise was almost intolerable. Both the employees and customers were on edge, irritable, and everyone was under a lot of stress.
The work environment was such that the employees never had a chance to get to know each other. It was only the people surrounding their cubicle that you had an opportunity to talk and visit long enough to become acquainted.
The saving grace was that the company closed down for two weeks during the Christmas holidays, and knowing that after returning from vacation that everything would return to normal, and work would be pleasant and enjoyable again.
I was twenty years old when I started working for the company, and this was my second year there. I had received several increases in salary, and would not be able to find another job that would pay as well as what I was making. There was also a possibility for me to advance, but even if I did, I still would be stuck in a cubicle since only the president had a private office.
My social life and life at my apartment was the pits. When I had time off, I only had time to run the necessary errands and recuperate from being totally mentally and physically exhausted. I lived by myself in a one-bedroom apartment. I could afford a nicer apartment, but I did not have the energy or the motivation to make a move.
My hometown was a hundred and fifty miles away. My mother and father were in poor health and were having a very difficult time making ends meet. Mom just was not physically able to work and my Dad did work but his salary was not enough to cover their expenses. For a while, I tried to get them to let me help them out financially but they were too proud to accept money from me. However, every time I went to see them, just before I left, I would put several one hundred dollar bills in a cookie jar that they had always kept their coins in. They knew where the money came from but nothing was ever said, and they were able to maintain their pride.
My Mom, Dad and I had always been very close, and we loved each other dearly. They were so proud of me for having a good job and a future. Mom was always asking me when was I going to get married. I am sure that she and Dad knew that I was gay but we never discussed it. They just wanted me to be happy and Mom thought that by my being married that I would have a better chance.
About a year ago, I became aware that a very handsome young man came to work for the company. His cubicle was on the other side of the building and he worked in a different department than I did. We had never met, but I was most attracted to him. His name was Joey. He was very shy, and was one of those people, who would speak to you and smile, but it was a sad smile and you could look at his face, and tell the something was bothering him and that he was very unhappy.
Three days before our vacation was to begin, I had worked late like most everyone else and was getting ready to go home. A lady that was in the next cubicle was also getting ready to go home. Her name was Margaret and we knew each other fairly well. I saw Joey walking down an isle headed back to his cubicle and I asked Margaret if she knew anything about Joey. She said, “I know a little about him. He has had a very difficult life. It is a sad long story. It is a real shame that he is going to be spending the Christmas holidays by himself. His father has disowned him and his mother is deceased. He has no other family and no friends. I feel so sorry for him. He seems like such a very nice young man. He is the twenty-two years old and the same age as my son. You know what? You really should try to make friends with Joey. I’m late and have to go now. I will see you tomorrow.”
Margaret headed down the isle towards the front door and I was not to far behind her. Suddenly, I stopped in my tracks and decide that I was going to make an effort to meet Joey. I went down the isle looking to see if I could see him and see if he was still working in his cubicle. Sure enough he was and I walked up to the cubicle, and called his name. He stopped what he was doing and turned around and stood up to greet me. I shook his hand, and told him that my name was Ron.
He grinned and said, “Well you know my name. It is nice to meet you Ron. What can I do for you?”
“I see that you are also working late.”
“You know how it is around here this time of the year. It is impossible to catch up. I think I am spinning my wheels. I am not getting much accomplished.”
“Joey, you asked me what you could do for me. I would like very much if you would get your coat and go have diner with me. Tomorrow is going to be another day and our work will be waiting for us in the morning. What do you say? Would you let me buy you diner? I really need some company.”
“Sure! I have wanted to meet you for a long time. Diner sounds great.”
We took my car and drove several blocks to a restaurant that I liked. After we placed our orders, at first, Joey did not say very much unless I asked him a direct question. Our conversation did not seem to be going anywhere and I decided that perhaps after we had finished diner that maybe I could learn more about him. We had agreed on one thing, and that was that we were not going to talk about our work and problems at the office.
Joey was not what I would call skinny, but he could use a few more pounds. However, he did eat a very plentiful meal and put away a lot of food like he had not eaten in some time. He even made a comment that he had not had anything to eat all day.
After we had finished our meal, I asked him what he was going to do during the Christmas holidays. A sad expression was on his face and he lowered his head and quietly told me that he had no plans and he would spend the holidays in his apartment.
I said, “A good-looking man like you must have a girlfriend.”
“Don’t make me laugh. I don’t have a girlfriend. Women and I do not seem to get along.”
He tried to change the subject and asked, “Ron, I want to know all about you. I had rather not talk about myself until I get to know you better. Anyway, there is nothing interesting about me. Please, tell me all about yourself.”
“Joey, if I told you about my life, it is so boring that I am sure it would put you to sleep. I will be very brief and if you get sleepy, let me know and we will talk about something else. I was reared in a small town a hundred and fifty miles from here. My parents have always been poor. After I graduated from high school, I worked and went part time to a local junior college for three years before getting my present job and have been here for two years. I do get along with women, but have never dated the same woman for more than two or three times. I will stop now before it gets too boring for you. Now, tell me about yourself.”
Joey squirmed around in his seat and lowered his head. “Okay, my mother died when I was fourteen years old. My Dad and I moved around a lot until I was a senior in high school. He married this bitch and we never could get along. She told my Dad a bunch of lies and suspicions about me, and turned my Dad against me. After I got out of high school, I joined the army for three years because I had to get away from home and had no place to go. Just before I was inducted into the army, my Dad told me to leave home and never contact him again. He refused to give me a reason. My Dad was the only family member that I had left. After I got out of the service, I got my present job about a year ago. That’s my sad story and I am stuck with it.”
“That is a sad story. I am sure things are going to get better. I have a strong feeling that we are going to become very good friends. Day after tomorrow, we are suppose to get off work at noon. I am going to Mom and Dad’s for most of the holidays. I want you to go with me. Mom and Dad would love to have you join us for Christmas. It is going to be a very quiet Christmas and not a lot of exciting things going on. I am not going to accepted a no from you unless you become seriously ill and are in the hospital.”
“Oh man! You don’t want me to barge in on your Christmas. I just would be in the way and be a burden on you and your parents.”
“I assure you that you are welcome and will not be barging in on anything or be a burden to anyone. Now, don’t give me a hard time. Just get your ass and gear ready to leave day after tomorrow.”
“Ron, I do not have any clothes to wear to go anywhere and visit anyone. I don’t want to embarrass your parents.”
“What are you talking about? We may go to church, but at our church, what you are wearing now would be considered as being over dressed. You are going to have to come up with a better reason than that. My parents are poor so don’t plan or think that you are going to someplace real fancy.”
Tears were rolling down Joey’s cheeks. I changed the subject and asked him if he enjoyed being in the army.
“I hated the army from the day I joined until I was discharged. They have this rule, "Don’t ask, don’t----Oh shit!!!" Now, I have really fucked up!!! You certainly will not want me to go with you now.”
“Come on Joey. For you only, if you ask me, I will tell. For the most part I am in the closet but I am gay. I had no idea that you are also gay. It does not matter either way. You are going to go home with me for Christmas. Is that understood? Think it over and have diner with me tomorrow night and we will finalize plans then.”
The next morning, when Margaret came to work, I told her that Joey was going to spend Christmas with me. She got this big smile on her face and got a hundred dollar bill out of her purse and said, “Buy Joey a Christmas present and put it under the tree with a card on it saying that it is from Santa Clause.” I tried to give the money back to her and she refused and told me that this would make her Christmas a lot better.
The following evening, I did have dinner with Joey and we finalized our plans. We both were surprised when we learned that we both lived in the same apartment complex. He lived at one end and I lived at the other end.
Having to go to work for just a half of a day seemed like such a waste of time. When I got to work, there was a huge beautiful basket of fruit of all kinds with a card on it that read, “To: Mom, Dad, Ron and Joey. From: Santa Clause.” There was another small gift wrapped package that read, “To: Ron. From: Santa Clause. Do not open until Christmas.” I knew that the presents were from Margaret, and I wanted to thank her, but she never showed up for work that morning.
While we were driving home, Joey and I talked about a lot of things and we really got to know each other a lot better. We had a lot of common interests. We even talked about some of our previous gay sexual encounters. This part of our conversation did not take long because neither one of us had had very many experiences. We did discuss the fact that both of us were extremely attracted to each other.
Mom and Dad were so glad to see us drive up and came outside to greet us. Mom hugged my neck, and I shook hands and hugged Dad. I introduced Joey and told them that Joey was a new friend, and he would be spending Christmas with us. Mom hugged his neck and kissed him on the cheek and welcomed him like I knew she would. Dad also shook his hand and hugged him. I noticed that tears were filling Joey’s eyes and he immediately started unloading the car.
Mom looked happier and better than I had she her in years. Normally, Mon does not feel like getting dressed and wears a bath robe and house shoes, but she was fully dressed and had even fixed her hair and put on some make-up.
I showed Joey where my bedroom was and he seemed pleased that we would be sharing the same bedroom and bed. I explained that there was only one bathroom to be shared with Mom and Dad.
Dad had cooked dinner for us and had the table set waiting for our arrival. Mom cooked sometimes when she felt like it, but Dad generally prepared the meals. After diner we sat around the table and talked a while. Dad asked Joey if he played chess. Joey told him that he used to but it was a long time ago. Dad challenged him to a game. They were playing chess while Mom showed me the Christmas cards that she had received from old friends that I never knew or remembered.
I overheard Dad sounding rather irritated and he loudly said, “Damn Son! Where did you learn to play chess like that? You have checkmated me three times in a row. It is my wife and my bedtime. Would you give me another chance tomorrow?”
“Dad! I used to play chess with my Dad until one night he got tired of losing and threw the chess set into the fireplace. I have not played since. I’ll be more than happy to give you another chance tomorrow.”
Mom took me by the arm and led me into my bedroom. She checked the bedcovers and asked if I thought that we would be warm enough. I assured her that we would be fine. She got out some extra towels and washcloths and put them on the bed. She told me that Joey was a nice looking boy and that she was glad that I had brought him home with me. She then got this real concerned look on her face and told me that she did not have anything to put under the Christmas tree for him. I told her not to worry about it that he did not expect to receive any Christmas presents.
Mom and Dad went to bed, and while Joey was getting some clothes out of his bag, I took a shower. When I came out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist, Joey just stood there looking me up and down with a wide smirk on his face. It was as if he were speechless.
He walked up to me and put his arm around my neck and whispered in my ear, “God! Do you mean that I am going to be sleeping with a man that looks like a fucking model for a Greek statue?”
“I don’t think so. There is no one that looks like that around here.”
He slapped me on my butt and headed to the bathroom. I turned off all the lights except the one by the bed and got into the bed and waited for him. After he finished his shower, he had a towel wrapped around his waist and headed towards his underwear. I told him that I always slept in the nude and hoped that it would not bother him.
He looked at me strangely and said, “It is going to bother me a hell of a lot. It is going to get me so hot that we want need any covers.” He took off his towel and hung it on the back of a chair and ran and jumped on top of me. I warned him that we were going to have to be quiet or we would wake up Mom and Dad. He leaned over and kissed me on the lips and then turned out the lamp beside the bed and crawled under the covers with me.
We started kissing, hugging, and exploring each other’s bodies with our fingers tips. I had never been with anyone that was craving for affection and love as much as Joey. It was as if he could not get close enough to me, and was afraid that I might rebuke or rebuff his advances.
We both had erections, but for some time, neither one of us touched each other. We made no sound other than kissing and moving around in the bed. The communication, which was a lot, was done with our lips, tongues, hands, fingers and movements of our bodies. Once, Joey believed that Mom and Dad was sound asleep, he moved under the covers and went down on me. He was being so gentle and loving and was slowly sucking and deep throating my firm dick that wanted attention and I was building up for a huge climax.
I kicked off the quilts and felt the cool air hit my body. He moved so that I could suck his throbbing manhood. We seemed to be in no man’s land and were thinking nothing but trying to see who could give the most pleasure to each other. We lay on our sides and sucked each other’s pricks at a very slow pace even when we deep throated each other. We would go down on each other and keep our aroused manhood deep in each other’s throats for a long period of time. I had Joey to move so he was on top of me and I encouraged him to fuck my face while he continued to go down on me.
Our pricks were so near the same size that I fantasized that I was sucking on my own manhood. After some time Joey had me switch positions so that I could fuck his face for a period of time. As we both were rapidly reaching the point of near climax, we moved back on our sides and continued to give each other head. Without any warning from either of us, Joey began to climax shooting streams of warm creamy cum down my throat and seconds after he started climaxing; I was also releasing my huge load. Trying to keep from making any noise, we both let out a quiet moan. After we both were convinced that we had received the last drop of cum from each other, we moved so we were again side by side and we kissed each other sharing the cum that we had remaining in our mouths.
Joey reached down and pulled the covers back over us and returned to my side. He put one leg over me, laid his head on my chest, kissed one of my nipples, teased the other nipple with his fingers, and then kissed me and told me good night. He laid his head back on my chest and we both promptly went to sleep.
Early the next morning we were awaken by hearing Dad in the kitchen fixing breakfast. We could smell the coffee and the frying bacon. We both jumped up and went into the bathroom together. Joey thought it would be interesting for us to shave each other, which we did. We brushed our teeth, and combed our hair. We kissed and hugged each other before coming out of the bathroom and getting dressed. When we got to the kitchen, Mom was seated at the breakfast table drinking a cup of coffee and Dad was cooking pancakes. We told Mom and Dad good morning and I got Joey and I a cup of coffee and sat down at the table with Joey and Mom. Dad started serving us pancakes with hot maple syrup, butter and bacon.
As Dad was setting down, he asked me what was on my agenda for the day. I told him that Joey and I would go to the grocery store and then we would probably go to the woods and get a Christmas tree. Dad began to chuckle. I had no idea why. He smiled and looked at me. “You guys have not looked out side have you?” I admitted that I had not. “Well we had a freak snow last night and got about four inches. We are going to have snow this Christmas for the first time in a number of years. In fact I cannot even remember when we have had snow for Christmas. I have already called in and they told me to not even bother to come back to work until after Christmas.”
Joey and I jumped up and went to look out of the window and sure enough everything was covered in beautiful snow.
We returned to the table and finished our breakfast. While Joey and I were washing the dishes and cleaning up the table, Dad was talking to someone on the telephone. We were not paying any attention and Mom was telling us that they had not bought anything for Christmas including groceries. She was extremely upset and concerned. I tried to console her and to tell her not to worry that everything was going to be fine. She turned on the TV to get a news report but the only channel she could get was playing Christmas music.
Dad returned to the kitchen and got another cup of coffee and sat down. “I just talked to Jack, our new neighbor next door. He has a four-wheel jeep. He is going out in the woods in a short while to get his Christmas tree and said he would get a small one for us. He said that when he got back that he would take you guys to the grocery store so you could do the grocery shopping. He told me to stay in doors and that if I needed anything to let him know. He is a very nice young man and a good neighbor that does a lot for me and your Mom.”
I excused myself and went up into the attic and dug out the Christmas decorations, and hauled them down stairs to the kitchen. I began to look through what was there, and realized that most everything was broken or in terrible shape. I got a garbage bag and started throwing things away. All that remained were some lights that I did not know if worked or not and some old ornaments that really should be tossed. Dad picked up the electric lights and started checking them out. He didn’t even ask but tossed them in the trash and told me that they were dangerous and beyond repair.
Mom looked like her heart was broken and tears began to stream down her cheeks. “Well Son, It looks like we may have a Christmas tree without any decorations and no gifts under it.” Joey jumped up and put his arms around Mom and told her that he would make decorations for the tree and that we would just pretend that there were a lot of gifts under the tree. She looked up at Joey and said, “Son, you and Ron just being here is the best Christmas present that I could receive.” Joey took off to the bathroom and we could hear him sobbing. Dad asked, “What upset Joey?” I told them that Joey’s mother was deceased and that his father had disowned him for some unknown reason.
I went into the bathroom to see about Joey. He put his arms around my neck and cried for a few minutes and looked at me and told me that he was so embarrassed by being such a crybaby. I got a wet washrag and told him to wipe off his face and that he would feel better. In a few minutes he hugged me again and told me to come on that he had some Christmas decorations to make.
When Joey returned to the kitchen, he began to look in the kitchen cabinets and asking Mom and Dad if they had certain things. I do not know what all he was looking for. He did ask Mom if she had some old buttons or junk jewelry. Mom told him that she used to have buttons in a jar that she thought was probably in the attic, and that there used to be a old beads and jewelry in a tin box that was also in the attic. Dad told them that he knew where they were and would go up and get them. Joey was mixing these different ingredients together in a mixing bowl. Mom was setting at the table watching and offering to help.
I thought that this would be an opportune time for me to walk four blocks up to a small shopping mall to do my Christmas shopping. I told everybody that I was going for a walk in the snow and would be back before long. As I was putting on my overcoat on, Joey handed me two one hundred dollar bills and a list of things that he needed to make Christmas decorations. The list included things like glue, colored paper, string, Scotch tape, etc. I told him that these items would not cost near that much money.
He smiled and said, “Spend the rest of the money on a Christmas gift for Mom and Dad. I want you to look for a nice, pretty, warm robe and house shoes for Mom and a new coat, cap, and gloves for Dad.”
“Joey, that was what I was going to buy them for Christmas”
“Then get them some real nice ones and we will put both of our names on the gift, and if there is enough money left over, have them gift wrapped or buy some ribbon and wrapping paper.” He looked around to be sure that Mom and Dad were still in the kitchen and he kissed me and said, “Now don’t you dare buy me a Christmas present. You gave me my Christmas present last night.”
“Joey, I also got my Christmas present from you last night, and I expect to receive more of the same tonight.” I slapped him on the butt and headed outside.
When I got to the mall, there was hardly anyone there. Even the shops had very few employs and everyone was having sales. In no time I had found everything I was looking for at tremendously low prices, and I found a gold man’s bracelet for Joey as a Santa Clause gift from the money that Margaret had given me. I had all the gifts that I had purchased beautifully gift wrapped at no charge. I was going to be able to return one of Joey’s hundred dollar bills and had the receipts to prove his share of the cost of the gifts. I also found everything Joey had on his lists for decorations along with eight strands of new lights for the Christmas tree.
When I got home, I managed to slip in and put the gifts in my closet before anyone realized I had returned. Dad and Jack were in the den putting a stand on the tree. Mom and Joey were still working on Christmas decorations. Joey was very pleased that I had found the materials that he needed. I went in the den and introduced myself to Jack and thank him for getting us a tree. Jack told me that he would be going to the grocery store shortly and that I could go with him to do my grocery shopping.
I was waiting on Jack to go to the grocery store and watched Joey and Mom work on the Christmas decorations. Joey had make some kind of dough that he had rolled out and cut different shape figures and designs and had baked them in the oven. He and Mom were using different things to decorate them. He had gingerbread men, gingerbread houses and all kinds of very cleaver ornaments that they were working on.
Jack and I left to go to the grocery store. Jack stopped by his house on the way and picked up his son, Bud, to go with us. Bud was a cute boy about ten years old. Once we got into the grocery store, Jack took off with a cart going one way and Bud stayed with me and pushed my cart. I bought everything I could imagine that we might need during the holidays plus a number of things to put in the deep freeze and cupboard for future use for my parents. I ended up with four shopping carts stacked full of food and things that Mom and Dad could use. Jack could not believe that I had bought so much. I had a large turkey, a ham, and sweet potatoes. You name it and I think I bought it.
On the way home, we passed a city park and the kids were out playing in the snow. They were using all kinds of things to slide down a steep slope. It suddenly occurred to me that I used to have a snow sled as a kid. The last time I saw it, it was stored in the rafters of the garage. As Jack, Bud and I were carrying the groceries into the house, I asked Dad about the snow sled. He grinned when I mentioned it. He said, “Son don’t you think that you are a little old to be wanting to play with that?” I didn’t answer him but motioned towards Bud. Dad caught on to what I had in mind and said, “Last summer I ran out of anything to do and I put a fresh coat of paint on it. It looked like a new one and I put it back in the rafters in the garage. It is your sled. You can do what ever you want to with it.”
After we finished unloading the groceries, Dad was talking and joking around with Bud. I asked Jack if he would have any objections to my giving Bud the snow sled. Jack had no objections and thought that Bud would enjoy the sled. We went out to the garage and got it down and put it on the jeep before Bud saw what we had done. When he turned around and saw the sled, his eyes lit up and the expression alone was all the thanks that Dad and I needed. It had been a long time since I have seen a boy as happy as Bud was. He hugged Dad’s neck and then hugged my neck and was laughing and giggling wanting his Dad to take him to the park so he could ride and play on it. As they were leaving Jack told Dad and I that this would be the best Christmas present that Bud would get.
When I got back inside, Joey and Mom had put away most of the groceries. Mom kept telling me that I had bought too much and had spent too much money. Dad told Mom and Joey that if they wanted lunch that they had to clear off the table and get out of the kitchen, and out of his way. He asked if everyone would settle for sandwiches for lunch and he would fix a good meal for dinner. We all agreed that sandwiches would be fine and I informed Dad that I would cook the dinner meal.
After we finished lunch, Joey and Mom returned to working on the Christmas decorations. I was amazed at what they were making and how wonderful their creations were looking. By four o’clock, the Christmas tree was decorated and the lights were on. Mom and Dad both said that they had never seen a more beautiful Christmas tree.
Normally this would be the night that we went to church, but Mom said that she would rather not go this year. We had an early diner and afterwards, I suggested that everyone buddle up and take a drive in the snow and see some of the Christmas lights. Mom especially liked the idea. She told us that it was so seldom that she was able to get out of the house. I was not for sure how slick the streets would be, but I had notice a lot of cars passing by the house.
I started my car up and got it fairly warm on the inside before going inside. Joey assisted me in getting Mom and Dad into the car. We were leaving just in time to see a beautiful sunset with all the snow on the ground. I had the radio on that was playing Christmas carols, which set the mood for seeing the Christmas lights on the various homes and buildings.
Mom and Dad were in the back seat snuggled up close with a blanket over their legs and laps. I stopped the car in front of a decorated house and got my camera out of the glove compartment as if I were going to take a photo of the house. Instead, I turned around and took a photo of Mom and Dad. They looked so surprise after I snapped the shot. Joey and I agreed that I probably got a good shot of both of them.
We drove around for a while and saw a lot of pretty decorations. While we were driving around, ever so often Joey would reach over and affectionately pat my leg without Mom and Dad seeing what he had done. Each of us knew that the other had a hard-on and knew what the other was thinking.
As we were going home and passing our house before turning into the driveway, Mom yelled out “Stop! Look at that tree! That is the most gorgeous Christmas tree that we have seen.” She of course was referring to the tree in her house. Joey rolled down his window and snapped a photograph of the house and the tree.
After we got inside, Dad made a pot of hot chocolate and I got out the marshmallows and Christmas cookies that I had bought. We sat around the table drinking hot chocolate and eating cookies while talking. Joey told us that this had been the most wonderful day that he had ever remembered. Mom took his hand and kissed him on the cheek and told Joey that this also was the best day that she had had in a long time. Dad got up and refilled everyone’s cup with hot chocolate and had just sat back down when were heard a group of carolers singing in front of our house. We all took our chocolate and went to the front door and opened it, put our arms around each other and listen to the voices of the Christmas carolers. This was almost the final touch to a perfect day. The final touch would occur later after Joey and I went to bed.
Through out the day, Joey and I had been thinking about and looking forward towards the night and going to bed with each other. I as well as Joey had obtained numerous hard-ons during the day and each of us was aware of the other’s arousal. It was all we could do to keep from touching and showing our affection to each other.
As soon as Mom and Dad went to bed, Joey and I went to our bedroom. We held and hugged each other for some time before I broke the embrace. I showed Joey the wrapped packages that I had purchased for Mom and Dad. He was very happy that I had found something for them. When I returned his share of the money, he could not believe that I had spent so little on their gifts.
We both took a quick shower and got into bed together where we immediately passionately embraced each other while we ran our hands over each other’s nude bodies. As we held each other, we talked a short time. Joey again told me that he enjoyed the day and expressed his appreciation to me for inviting him to spend the holidays with his family. I compliment Joey on the beautiful Christmas tree decorations that he had made. The Moravian star that he had made out of paper and glue especially impressed me. I told him how talented he was. After the brief conversation, we began to make love in earnest with the intention of giving each other the most gratifying experience that we could.
At one point we simultaneously threw back the covers and both moved so that we could suck each other aroused pricks at the same time. This time we were a little more enthusiastic and were rapidly moving our head at a more increased rhythm than the night before. We both were horny and were eager to give as much pleasure as we could to each other.
We were using our mouths, tongues, lips and hands to manipulate each other pricks and nuts, and cause each other the greatest climax possible. After a considerate amount of time spent on jacking while sucking, deep throating, licking each other’s manhood, Joe moved from our position. He lay down on top of me and held my head and passionately kissed me.
He said, “I have a virgin ass. It is yours if that sort of thing appeals to you.”
I answered, “I also have a virgin ass, and it also is yours for the taking. You have the most attractive ass that I have seen in a long time. I am going to show you what I want to do to it at this time.” I rolled Joey off of me and moved so I could kiss each of his buttocks, licked the crack of his ass and kissed and licked his asshole. When I had fulfilled my mission, Joey did the same thing to me.
Joey then lay down on his back and instructed me to fuck his mouth until I ejaculated all of my cum. I got on top of him as I had the night before so he could suck on my stiff hard prick while I did the same to him. In a matter of a few minutes I began slowly to fuck him in his mouth and gradually increase my speed and rhythm until I reach a most enjoyable ejaculation. We then switched places and Joey fucked my mouth and shot off numerous shots of cum in my mouth and throat.
He got off of me and kissed me before he pulled the covers over us and lay down beside me. He reaches over and took my hand and guided it to his still erected prick. Then he reached and took a hold of my soft manhood and began stroking it until I had another erection. We stroked and played with each other’s prick and nuts until we fell asleep.
Later, sometime during the night, I woke up and Joey was under the covers sucking my prick. I had woken up just before I climaxed. I felt Joey’s cum landing on my stomach and moments later felt Joey licking his cum off of me until he had thoroughly cleaned all traces of his manjuice. He then kissed my cheek and laid down on his stomach next to me and placed his arm across my chest and used my arm as a pillow and went back to sleep.
For some reason, perhaps it was the excitement of it being Christmas Eve; I woke up much earlier than normal. I got out of bed, shaved, brushed my teeth, got dressed and went into the kitchen. I prepared the turkey so that it was ready to go into the oven. I then started cooking breakfast. I made homemade bisques, gravy, and cooked sausage. Breakfast was ready and the turkey was in the oven when Mom and Dad got up and came into the kitchen. They sat down at the table and I poured their coffee and told them to go ahead and eat. I went and woke up Joey. At first he did not want to get up, but then he smelled the food and jumped out of bed and put on his clothes and came to eat.
While we were eating, I told everybody that it had snowed again during the night. I did not know how much, but there was a new blanket of fresh snow outside. Mom turned on the TV and we listened to the weather forecasts, which was predicting another light snow during the night and then it was to clear off and the snow would be melted in three or four days before another snowfall that would start New Year’s Eve. I looked over at Dad. He lowered his head and I knew what he was thinking and going to say before he said it.
“Son, You are a grown man now and do not need me to tell you what to do. I don’t want for one minute for you and Joey to think that I want you guys to leave, but I don’t want to see you driving on the highway with snow on it. If I were in your shoes, I would head back before the New Years Eve snowstorm hits.”
The same thought had occurred to me, but I was not going to bring it up until later.
Mom said, “Oh No! I don’t want you boys to leave.” She grabbed my and Joey’s hands and looked pitifully at both of us.
I tried to reassure her that the weather forecast might change before New Years Eve.
To change the subject, Dad asked, “What is on the agenda for the day?”
I replied, “I plan on cooking the greater part of the day. I suggested that we have our Christmas diner tonight and we could have leftovers tomorrow.”
Mom said, “I am going to assist Ron. Joey, do you like pecan, sweet potato, or pumpkin pies?”
“Yes Mam! Pecan is my favorite.”
“Then I had better bake several pecan pies, because it is also Ron’s favorite.”
Joey replied, “Wow! That’s great. I have not eaten homemade pecan pie since I was a kid. When do you guys have your Christmas tree?”
Mom bowed her head and softly said, “Joey we generally have it on Christmas Eve, but this year, there will be very little if anything under the tree.”
Dad spoke up again trying to change the subject, “Our kitchen is small and there is not room for three people to be cooking at the same time. So Joey! I do believe that I can beat you in a game of chess. Are you up to the challenge?”
By mid-afternoon, Dad and Joey had played several games of chess and Dad had won the majority of the games, but I am sure that Joey purposely let him win. All the preparations and cooking was done with exception of baking the rolls and a few other last minute things before dinner. We had had our lunch and the kitchen had been cleaned up.
Mom and Dad were going to lie down and take a nap.
Joey and I took a walk in the snow. We walked to the city park. Bud and the neighborhood kids were taking turns in riding the snow sled that I had given Bud. Bud spotted us and ran over and hugged my neck and thanked me again for the sled. We sat down on a bench and watched the kids playing in the snow. They had made several snowmen that were very unusual.
I felt Joey putting his arm around my shoulders and squeezing and pulling me close to him. “Ron, you are the kindest and sweetest man that I have ever known. If there is a bad side that you have not shown me, you had better show me real soon. I am falling madly in love with you. I sincerely hope that you may have some similar feeling towards me. Your Mom and Dad are great and you are lucky to have them as parents. They are lucky to have you as their son. I wished that I could kiss you right now, but I do not think the kids would understand.”
I was so touched that I could not say anything. I picked up his hand and quickly kissed it. I stood up and suggested that we return home.
We walked home with our arms around each other’s waist. When we got home, we saw six packages under the Christmas tree. They were obviously wrapped with Christmas paper and ribbons that had been used in previous years. I had Joey to place our gifts for Mom and Dad under the tree. While Joey was using the bathroom, I put the gifts from Margaret under the tree under the presents that were already there. We had already used some of the fruit from the fruit basket that Margaret had given us, but I put what was left in the basket under the tree to just remind us of the her gift. Of course I was the only one that knew about these gifts were from Margaret.
There was plenty of time for me to lie down and relax a bit, take my shower, before finishing up and serving the Christmas dinner. While I was lying down, Joey shaved, showered and changed clothes. He lay down beside me and I kissed him several times before I went to the bathroom.
Joey was helping me in the kitchen when Dad came in carrying two bottles of wine and a bottle of whiskey. He sat them down on the counter and told us that his supervisor had given them to him for Christmas and that we would have the wine with our diner. After diner, he would make eggnog for us to have when we had the Christmas tree.
When Mom came in she had on the nicest dress that she had. She was wearing way too much make-up, but at least she was trying to look her best. She had pinned her hair on top of her head striving to have a new hairdo. She was carrying an old candle that she had stashed away somewhere, and she put it on the diner table, and lit it with pride. Dad walked over to her and put his arm around her shoulders and announced, “Just look at my beautiful bride. I am the luckiest old fart that ever lived. He kissed her on the forehead and assisted her as she set down at the table.
When everyone was seated at the table, we all held hands and bowed our heads while Dad returned thanks and said a prayer. Compliments were made about how delicious the food tasted and everyone ate until they were miserable full. Joey and I polished off two serving of the pecan pie with whipped cream on top.
After diner we were all too stuffed to even consider getting up to clean off the table and wash the dishes. We sat at the table and chit chatted and drank wine until we had emptied both bottles. All of us were feeling the effects of the wine that caused us to be very jovial and talk very loud.
After some time Joey and Dad got up and cleaned off the table and the kitchen. Dad fixed the eggnog and gave each of us a glassful and suggested that we all go into the den to open the presents.
Once we got into the den, Mom was very surprised by the number of presents under the tree. Dad asked Joey if he would do the honors of passing out the gifts.
The first present that Joey picked up happened to be a present to him from Mom. We all suggested that he open the present and show everyone what he had received. He quickly opened the package and it was a sweater that Mom had knitted. Joey could not believe that he had received such a nice gift. He put it on and modeled it before kissing Mom on the cheek and thanking her for the sweater.
A similar package was for Dad, and the other package that was for me. Dad and I opened our packages and we each had a sweater that Mom had knitted. We thanked her and she insisted that we try them on to see if they also fit, which of course they did.
The next package was for Mom from Dad. After opening it up she learned that it was a box of chocolate candy.
Joey then handed the packages that he and I had for Mom and Dad. When Mom opened her gift, she said, “Oh myyyy! This is too pretty to wear. I have never seen a more beautiful robe. It is so pretty that I can wear it to church.” She stood up and put on the robe and told everyone that the Queen of England would not have as pretty of a robe. She kissed Joey and then me.
Dad also modeled his new coat, gloves, and cap. He first hugged Joey and then me and thanked us.
The next two presents were gifts from Dad. One for Joey and one for me. They were bottles of after-shave lotion. The bottle that I received had been opened and some of the contents were missing but Joey’s bottle was new. I did not say anything, but I realized that Joey’s gift was originally intended for me and when Joey showed up that Dad had given me the after shave lotion that he had been using.
The final two gifts where the ones from Margaret. Joey looked at me and then back at the card on his package and in an irritable voice the said, “We agreed that we would not give each other a gift.” I told him that the gift was not from me but from Santa Clause. He did not say anything but angrily opened the package. He gasped at the sight of the 14K gold bracelet. He tried to put it on but couldn’t. Mom reached over and gave him assistance and told him that it was a beautiful bracelet.
Joey asked, “Okay Ron, who is Santa Clause?”
“I was instructed to not tell you. She prefers to be known as Santa Clause. I suspect that my gift and the fruit basket is from the same lady.”
Mom wanted to know what the Santa Clause lady had given me. I open up the gift and it was a 14K gold chain necklace. I could not believe that Margaret would give me such an expensive gift. After Joey saw my gift, he began to believe me that I had not given him his bracelet.
Joey expressed, “I just want you all to know that this has been the best Christmas I have ever had. I have never received nice gifts like these before.”
Dad announced that it was passed his bedtime. He got up and helped Mom out of her chair and they hugged Joey and my necks and told us goodnight before going to their bedroom. Joey picked up his things and headed towards our bedroom. I spent some time picking up the aftermath from unwrapping gifts and putting them in the trash and turned out the lights before going into the bedroom.
When I got into my room, Joey had pulled the covers down. He was lying in bed pretending to be asleep. He was wearing his new sweater, but was nude from the waist down and he had an erection sticking straight up towards the ceiling with one of the used Christmas bows tied to it. There was a note that read, “For Ron only. Handle with care. From Santa Clause”. I turned out the light, jump on the bed, removed the ribbon and deep throated him. For at least five minutes I gave him head while he pretended to be asleep. When I stopped sucking his manhood and started sucking, licking, and biting his nipples and then kissing him on the lips, he suddenly came to life. He rolled over on top of me and began to perform oral sex on me.
For the rest of the night, time was not a factor. I have no idea what time it was when we went to sleep, but both of us had shot off twice.
Everyone slept in late on Christmas morning, which was a Friday. Joey got up before I did. He had already shaved and was getting dress when I drug my ass out of the bed. When we went to the kitchen, Mom was setting at the table wearing her new bathrobe and house shoes. She was drinking coffee and suggested that we get ourselves a cup and set down. She asked us what we wanted for breakfast. At the same time Joey and I answered, “Pecan pie.” She got up and set the pie on the table along with plates and forks. Dad came in after he had shaved and dressed. He sat down and ate pie with us.
For the rest of the morning we just relaxed and enjoyed talking. After lunch we all lay down and took naps. Joey and I ventured out to take a walk. The kids with new tricycles and bicycles trying to ride them in the snow amused us. There were other kids playing with their footballs, basketballs and other toys that they had gotten for Christmas. Bud was outside with his snow sled. He was trying to get his dog to pull him, but was not having much luck with his plan.
It was warming up and the snow was beginning to melt. When we returned home we went in the back door. Mom yelled, “You boys come into the den. There is someone that I want you to meet.” We walked in and Mom took a hold of our arms and said, “Doris, these are my sons. This is Ron and this is our newly adopted son and new member of our family, Joey.” Mom told us that Doris was a friend from church and that she had dropped by for a visit and brought us some of her homemade fruitcake. We told Doris that it was nice to meet her and promptly went to our bedroom. Joey was very obviously touched and moved by having been introduced as an adopted son.
The next several days were not particularly eventful. Dad enjoyed having Joey to play chess with and having someone that gave him some competition. I was never very good at playing chess and was not fond of playing.
Most of the snow had melted and Dad returned to work on Monday. The only incentive that he had in returning to work was to show off his new coat.
Mom had managed to corner Joey and insisted on showing him photographs of me that were in the photograph album.
The latest weather forecast was predicting more snow beginning on New Years Eve. After talking to Joey, we planned on leaving late Wednesday, Dec. 30th
Wednesday, Joey and I kept fairly busy. We went to the grocery store and restocked the frig with milk, eggs, etc. We tried to make sure that Mom and Dad had sufficient food to get them through the anticipated snow and cold spell.
The decorations on the Christmas tree were removed and stored in the attic. The tree was taken to the alley to be hauled away. We packed everything and loaded up the car. Mom insisted that we pack a lot of the left over food in an ice chest to take with us. She had made us two more pecan pies for us to take back.
We had supper prepared and waiting for Dad when he returned from work. After we had finished eating, I started cleaning up the kitchen.
Mom took a hold of Joey’s hand and led him into the den. Dad sat at the table and talked to me until I had just about finished cleaning up the kitchen, and he got up and went into the den.
I was putting several hundred-dollar bills in the cookie jar, believing that no one was around. I turned around and Joey had seen me. He asked me what I was doing. I whispered and told him that I always left money in their cookie jar and would explain later. Joey pulled out his billfold. He kept twenty dollars and put the remainder of his money into the cookie jar.
We said our goodbyes and took off. Once we got on the highway, I asked what all went on between he and Mom and the serious conversation that took place. Joey put his hand on my leg and said, “Your Mom and Dad know that you are gay. She told me that she hoped everything would work out between us, and she hoped that I was the soul mate for you. She and Dad want you to be happy. That is there main concern. She wanted to assure me that I was always welcomed in their home.”
“How did they know I am gay?”
“She said that they had known for years.”
“How did they know you were gay?”
“Damn if I know. She just came out and asked me if I were gay. I told her that I am. Then she asked me if I had any serious feeling about you. I told her that I did and that I thought that I was in love with you.”
“Wow! I really feel relieved. I am glad that they know and are not upset with me. Man, I do have wonderful parents don’t I?”
“You have the very best. They are the greatest.”
Joey spent the rest of our holidays with me in my apartment.
The first day back at work I had a long talk with Margaret, and filled her in on some, (but not the intimate details), as to what took place during Christmas. I thanked her for the fruit basket, and the necklace. I showed her that I was wearing it. I told her that she should not have bought me such an expensive gift. She told me that last Christmas that she had given the necklace to her son. He looked at it and threw it at her and told her that he was not going to wear anything as cheap as that. She smiled at me and said I am glad that you appreciate and like it. This year, she wrapped up a dried prune and gave it to her son for Christmas. I told her that I had bought a gold bracelet for Joey with the money that she had given me. She made me promise that I would never tell him whom Santa Clause was.
At noon Joey came by my cubicle and asked me to go to lunch with him. Margaret saw the bracelet that Joey was wearing and winked at me giving her approval of my choice.
For a number of weeks, Joey either spent the night with me in my apartment or I stayed with him. When his lease was up, he moved in with me temporarily until my lease expired. We then moved into a large apartment and have been together for almost a year.
Joey has gained a few pounds and no longer has a sad expression. He is so damn good-looking. I am very jealous when guys make advances to him. Thank goodness, he remains faithful to me and seems to love me as much as I love him.
We have made frequent visits to see my parents and are looking forward towards spending the Christmas holidays with them coming up in a few weeks. Yes, things are once again hectic at work, but Joey and I relieve each other’s tensions that we had previously experienced.
Margaret has assured me that Santa Clause will have gifts for Joey and I this Christmas. She does not know that this year Santa Clause will be giving her a very nice gift.
Joey has made more Christmas decorations that will require a larger tree. We have gone Christmas shopping for gifts for Mom and Dad and have numerous gifts all ready wrapped for them. Earlier in the year, Joey arranged for all Mom and Dad’s utility bills to be charged on his credit card, and I arranged for their mortgage payments on their house to be charged on my credit card. We are looking forward towards having a wonderful Christmas, even if it does not snow. I have wrapped a very special gift for Joey. It contains a Christmas bow to put on his manhood Christmas Eve before he goes to bed.
Merry Christmas
